The Adventures Of The Young Master

After a few minutes, the owl leader returned with an old book by his hand. It excluded an ancient aura, an origin of an unknown. It was created during a chaotic era, so no one knew the exact date.

The last part of Tressan's book. It was one of the most desired books that had ever existed. His book had three parts and all of them were very important to each other. Although each part was already strong enough to break realms, its power in full form was much stronger since it had the complete formations of Tressan's legacy.

The owl leader handed over the book with a little difficulty in his expression. The book was too precious for their tribe. Even the saints had no right to have it. However, it was different when it came to this person.

"You look like you're suffering from a bad deal." Jin Rou chuckled.

The owl leader didn't know what to say. He had been read so easily and it's uncomfortable.

"The last part is like our life, Li." The ancestor said with a sentimental expression, "You see, it has been with us since our tribe is created. It's the gift of His Majesty himself."

The His Majesty he's talking about must be Tressan. Tressan used to have them as his subordinates, and it's normal that they would receive such a grand gift.

"With the book in my possession, rest assured that Temporal Void will not be able to reach godhood. At least, not using this." Jin Rou smiled, "My assurance is more than enough to lift the burden of the curse in your tribe, isn't it?"

The owl ancestor smiled, "Friend Li is very generous."

The ancestor was assured. Han Li's words were much heavier and assuring compared to other people. If Temporal Void Saint wouldn't be able to become a god, their tribe would benefit from this. It's one less problem for them.

Thus, calling Han Li generous wasn't an exaggeration. The ancestor truly meant it.

"You're making things difficult for me by acting this nice." Jin Rou smiled wryly and took out a scroll, "Take this, your tribe will have a chance to prosper as long as you use this item right."

It's an old scroll, a very old scroll. Its origin was impossible to trace. Perhaps, it came from the primordial chaos. Jin Rou didn't need to explain its use to the ancestor as the latter was very familiar with this.

Receiving the scroll, the ancestor felt his hands trembled while holding it. He looked at Jin Rou with complicated expression, speechless.

"Don't look at me like that. I have no use for it and others won't be able to use it, either. This item is for your tribe." Jin Rou waved his hand. The scroll was one of the treasures he got when he dried up Luminous' treasure.

The ancestor knelt and said, "Thank you for your grace, Benefactor Li."

The scroll was no joke. It was something that their tribe had been searching for a long time. Now that it's on their hands, it's still too good to be true.

Following which, other owls also knelt. If their ancestor was kneeling, what's their right not to? It was obvious that the ancestor, a high ranking person in their tribe, greatly revered the person now.

"Get up." Jin Rou commanded in which the group followed, "I just don't want to owe your tribe anything. Consider the scroll as the ending payment of this transaction. Whatever happens in your tribe using the scroll has nothing to do with me."

"But of course, yes yes." The ancestor was elated. Although the scroll was a double-edged sword, he was confident in pulling off the deed. They had researched about the scroll for countless times and their information regarding the scroll was tantamount like the vast sky. Even if in unfortunate event that they really failed, they wouldn't blame it on Jin Rou.

After that, Jin Rou left the land. The owls wanted him to stay there but there's no reason to. He would just waste his time there. His next destination in the plateau would perhaps be the most important.

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The Black Sword Government was the leader of the Soaring Plateau. They created the rules and regulations of the land for its inhabitants and guests. The name itself came from the chaos-level sword eternal of the distant past, Black Sword.

The Soaring Plateau was created because it's the result of his proven dao. No one knew the exact way how it happened, but a reliable source said that the plateau appeared after Black Sword proving his sword dao to the Heavens.

Chaos-level sword eternals were the strongest eternals of the ages. Even in heavens, they were highly regarded and respected.

Right now, the Security Council and Black Sword Government were holding an emergency meeting.

"An unexpected variable is here in the plateau." The spokesperson of the government said. He was wearing a plain white robe, giving a scholarly vibe, "A variable that will be difficult to offend."

"I have confirmed this." The First Councilor agreed, "That taboo existence is here. I don't know why he's here but we must be prudent."

"Being prudent isn't enough, we have to make preparations. What if he wants the plateau for himself? Even if he's so strong, we cannot let him have his way." The spokesperson suggested, "Thus I suggest that we use the Grand Cellular Cannons. Even a saint didn't dare to confront it head on."

"The cannons are not enough. He's strong enough to deflect them." The First Councilor shook his head. He had a little knowledge of the man's capabilities.

"But..." The spokesperson wanted to defend his suggestion when the old man in the highest seat raised his hand. It's the signal to be quiet.

The old man looked at the big circular table and imprinted the faces of the people here one by one, "We cannot offend that man. If he wants the plateau, give the rights to him."

Many wanted to voice their complaints regarding this. It's absolutely absurd just by thinking about it. They would surrender their authority to an outsider? Black Sword might vomit blood if ever he caught wind of this!