Zhao Rui hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Duan Chen aside.
"Old patriarch, I really can't figure it out. What do you mean? If you fall out with the Sanmiao people, the entire native tribe may face annihilation!"
Duan Chen looked unconcerned and raised his hand to pat Zhao Rui on the shoulder.
"The meaning of our native tribe's existence is to protect two things. One is the earth god wine you drank, and the other is the magic power of abstaining from the sun!"
"Both of these things are sacred objects in this world. The Earth God Wine can enhance internal strength and stimulate people's potential, but not everyone can drink it. The Ji Sun Divine Art can only be practiced based on the Earth God Wine!"
Zhao Rui suddenly became interested. When he drank the Tushen Wine just now, he felt that all his potential was stimulated.
If he fights Wu Chengtian again, he is sure to defeat him within a hundred moves.
And the Jisun magic skill is actually based on the earth god wine, so it looks like it should be an extremely powerful martial art.
"In this case, the native clan needs to rely on the power of Sanmiao to protect these two things. Isn't it a bit too hasty for the clan leader to suddenly fall out with them?"
Duan Chen laughed and held Zhao Rui's shoulder with his other hand.
"Actually, the only meaning of our native tribe's existence is to find a suitable master for the Harsha Magic Art. Now that this person has appeared, there is no need for us to curry favor with other forces!"
Zhao Rui immediately understood what Duan Chen meant. If he could drink so much Tushen Wine in one breath, he was naturally qualified to practice the Sun-absorbing Magic Art.
"Are the old patriarch talking about me?"
Duan Chen didn't say anything, but just pulled Zhao Rui to the high platform in the middle of the village.
"From now on, His Royal Highness King Zhao of Dashang is the heir to the patriarch of my native clan. You should know what to do!"
The native tribesmen present had no doubts at all. A few young people even carried out the sedan chair, let Zhao Rui sit on it, and carried him deep into the mountains.
After walking through the rugged mountains for an unknown amount of time, we finally arrived at a relatively flat valley.
"Finally, we are here, the ancestral land of our native people! This is where our ancestors came from."
There was a bit of emotion in Duan Chen's words, and it seemed that he had very deep feelings for this place.
The saint who brought Zhao Rui wine before, together with the young women from the clan, gathered in front of a tall stone pillar.
They folded their hands on their chests, chanted some strange mantras in their mouths, and then knelt down respectfully.
Duan Chen's face suddenly looked helpless.
"The native tribe used to be very powerful, but after several wars, our numbers have weakened a lot! In order to restore the tribe's fighting strength as quickly as possible, we have to mix the earth god wine with water and give it to the tribe."
"After they drank wine, their skills indeed increased greatly in a very short period of time. Our native tribe also used this to create an elite force. With only 5,000 troops, we defeated the 200,000 coalition troops of various ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang."
Zhao Rui felt excited when he heard this. He had drank the Tushen Wine and knew how powerful this thing was.
If he could bring some of the Tushen Wine back to the Central Plains, he could also create an elite force in a very short period of time to fight for the Great Shang.
Just when he was thinking about how to ask Duan Chen for the Tushen wine, several young native people around him suddenly looked like they were sighing.
They can also be regarded as the elite among the native tribe. Each of them has enviably strong muscles and body, and they are all equal to ten.
But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a faint blood line on their exposed lower abdomen, which is clearly a sign of poisoning.