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Today is a day of great explosiveness. Let's call it zero flowers. Brothers, let's have a flower. Let me break the zero record.

"Qing Clan's absolute art?" Qingyang heard this and was stunned. He did not think that Qingji would want to teach him the secret arts of the Qing Clan. In his mind, the Qing Clan was still the same Qingyang Village, and he only knew of them.

"To be able to stand proudly in every clan of the Nine Prefectures, they must have their own unique and powerful absolute art." Grasping the wooden cane with both hands, the indifferent Qing Ji suddenly said excitedly, "The reason why my Qing Clan can live in the Nine Prefectures is because we have such a supreme technique."

"But, according to what you've said, this technique is extremely powerful. Why would the people of the Cyan Race live in Qingyang Village like the villagers?" With a frown, Qingyang voiced out the doubts in his mind.

However, after a thousand years, the Azure Sun Village had gradually declined to become a normal mountain village. If a person was able to cultivate it, not to mention being able to live a carefree life like the Dongfang family, he would not be able to rely on hunting and farming every day to survive.

"The only absolute art of the Qing Clan is called the Green Wood Pupil. Other than possessing the bloodline of the Qing Clan, one must possess the power of fire within one's body in order to cultivate." The only absolute art of the Qing Clan is called the Green Wood Pupil, other than possessing the bloodline of the Qing Clan, one must possess the power of fire within one's body in order to cultivate. It was actually this simple to explain the reason. As he stared at Qing Ji's somewhat lonely expression, Qing Yang did not know how to comfort him.

"At that time, the Old Ancestor created the 'Green Wood Pupil' and it shattered the space and disappeared. Within a hundred years, there were a few people who could cultivate it and for some reason, the number of people who possess the same physique as fire and wood became fewer and fewer in the younger generation." At this moment, Qing Ji was also sighing endlessly. He did not know if this was all a joke due to luck, or if it was something else. A clan's younger generation member was actually unable to practice a martial art created by their ancestor.

"And now, in these thousand years, not a single person in the Azure Dragon School has a fire and wood body. Naturally, they will gradually fade out of the Nine Provinces' line of sight and fall into the Azure Sun Village." Sighing, Qing Ji did not talk much about the past. After all, there was no need to talk about the bitterness of that unknown family with just a few simple sentences. Perhaps it was because he was unwilling to talk about it, "Forget it, don't talk about the past."

If what Qing Ji said was true, then one could imagine how glorious the Qing clan was that day. One could gradually discover just how much ridicule and sorrow the later generations felt when they were unable to learn the techniques within the clan.

"But I don't have the same body as them." Qingyang exclaimed in surprise. Qing Ji's words made him somewhat understand. This "Verdant Wood Sun Pupil" required someone with the same body of fire and wood in order to cultivate. He did indeed possess the fires of his life, but when did he possess that wood energy?

"Oh? Use your spiritual sense to feel the situation in your body. " Qing Ji placed the green wood walking stick to the side. He gently stroked his beard as he smiled at the stunned Qing Yang. A faint smile surfaced on his somewhat lonely face.

Even though he had some doubts, Qingyang still followed Qingji's instructions, closed his eyes, and sent his divine sense into his body. He carefully felt every bit of aura in his body.

A sea of gold, as dazzling and as hot as the golden flames of the sun.

"It's still the same as before. There aren't any special changes." His divine sense moved through Qingyang's body, but he didn't find anything different.

"No, what is that sparkling green light?" When Qingyang was puzzled and was about to withdraw his divine sense, he suddenly discovered that there were strands of emerald swimming in his mind.

Carefully sensing the moving Jade Silk, Qingyang was extremely surprised. Even though it was so indiscernible, the tremendous life force contained within was comparable to the life force of a peak Houtian realm expert!

After withdrawing his Spiritual Sense from his body, Qingyang slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head to meet Qingji's smiling eyes.

"Could it be that the emerald energy in my body is the power of wood?" Holding his cheek with one hand, Qingyang was still shocked by the tremendous power contained in the emerald silk. He mumbled softly.

"Yes, that Jade Silk is the power of wood." Qing Ji nodded his head before replying, "I believe that you have also sensed the tremendous life force contained within the wood energy."

"But when did I possess this power of wood? Why didn't I sense it at all? " Although Qingyang was shocked by the vitality contained within the Jade Silk, he was even more confused as to when he had obtained the Jade Silk, which was also known as the Power of Wood.

He had never seen this kind of Jade Silk during his daily cultivation. Could it be that it was created when Qing Ji used a technique to help him release the inner demon?

"Could it be that when you attacked just now ?" As he was thinking this, Qingyang suddenly asked, but before he could finish, he saw Qingji shaking his hand and denying it.

"Haha, the power of wood is also the power of the soul. It is bestowed to you by the souls of the Azure Sun Village that have yet to perish. It is not something that I can give to you." Qing Ji's words were beyond Qing Yang's expectations.

"The power of wood bestowed to me by the immortal soul of Azure Sun Village?" As he carefully mulled over Qingji's words, Qingyang began to recall every scene that had occurred in Qingyang Village a few days ago.

When he had sworn an oath at the end of his days in Qingyang Village, he had felt something in his body. Could this be the wood power bestowed to him by the dead spirit?

"You guarded the spirit for three days, and entered the coffin with a great deal of savings. You completed everything by yourself, and you swore a heavy oath that you would slaughter the main culprit. I think it was you yourself who touched the souls of the Qing Clan. " With a long sigh, Qing Ji said, "Even though people are dead, their souls are still alive. The spirits of the dead also have intelligence and emotions, not to mention that they are your relatives."

"Is it Father and Mother?" In his mind, he recalled the voices of his family members and his parents. Qingyang's heart trembled as he took a deep breath and said to Qingji, "Senior Qingji, please bestow upon me the Verdant Wood Sun Pupil."

He stopped pursuing the matter. Since his parents had given him the power of the dead, there was no reason for him to get entangled. The path of revenge should not be delayed for any reason at all.

Nodding his head in approval, how could Qing Ji not understand that the young man in front of him was slowly transforming, all for the sake of the Azure Sun Village's undead soul.

Actually, Qingyang, as a person, was very clear about many things. However, Qingyang was only a young man. If he displayed a maturity that did not match his age, he would lose a lot of his money.

Qingyang enjoyed the warmth and happiness that was sometimes brought to him by his childishness. His abundant and beautiful life also gradually made him forget about his own maturity and maturity.

However, the massacre of his parents in Qingyang Village was just a reason for him to regain his former self. It was an opportunity for him.

He was not only Qingyang, he was also a reincarnated youth who possessed the soul of the Three-legged Golden Crow.

"The Qing Clan will definitely reestablish themselves at the peak of the Nine Prefectures because of you." Qing Ji muttered to himself as his eyes lit up.