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Chapter 1223

City Lord's Mansion.

That's right. Now, Beixuan Prefecture no longer has a prefectural lord, only a city lord. This is a major change since the invasion of the witch people.

In the six northern provinces, each city, large or small, has a city lord, either a shaman or a leader of a power that has pledged allegiance to them.

Each city lord, large or small, forms the base of Wuren Tong's rule over the northern lands, firmly controlling the local financial, human, and material resources.

The city lord of Beixuan Prefecture is a shaman, equivalent to a prefecture lord. He is not only a master of city-building techniques but also a peak Earth Sect master, only one step away from the Heaven Sect.

The city lord was currently instructing his grandson, a young sorcerer.

As the saying goes, grandparents and grandchildren are very close, and this applies not only to humans but also to shamans.

The city lord adored his clever and quick-witted grandson and wished he could pass on all his skills to him.

Today's lesson is about... totems.

The grandson was initially quite puzzled. The reason why the shamans suppressed the northern lands was their strength and power. Apart from that, their use of totems, gu insects, and poisons was unorthodox and not mainstream.

If you can't win a direct confrontation, other methods are useless; that's the harsh reality.

The so-called totem is more reflected in its auxiliary function, and lacks the decisive victory.

But the city lord's words overturned the little grandson's understanding.

Do you know where totems come from?

"I've heard it was passed down from the Ancestral Witches, and its history is as long as that of human writing. Hmm, it's even said to predate the Nine Cauldrons."

The city lord nodded in agreement. “That’s right. Human writing originated early, but since the Nine Cauldrons descended to earth, it has been confined to the realm of the Nine Cauldrons, and there are no other possibilities.”

“But we shamans are different; the totems left by the ancestral shamans have finally…”

Just as the most crucial secret was about to be revealed, a loud shout came from above.

"A woman's voice?"

The grandson was puzzled. Apart from Mu Leizheng, who had gone far away, there were no other formidable female warriors in the North.

However, someone outside the city challenged them, and this person was quite arrogant, regarding the shaman masters in the city as nothing.

"interesting!"

With one hand supporting his grandson, the city lord used his feet to shrink the distance between them, and in the blink of an eye, he twisted space and arrived above the city.

At the same time, he, as the city lord, commanded the nearby shamans.

When encountering a powerful enemy of equal strength, one must call upon nearby companions for help. This was an order implemented by the Holy King with iron-fisted methods after he ascended to the throne, and it has become a habit of the Wuwu people to this day.

The news spread far and wide, and soon everyone was in an uproar, knowing that someone was attacking the Northern Xuan Prefecture.

Above the city wall, the city lord looked at the two uninvited guests and immediately recognized Liu Fengji.

When he saw Liu Jinguo again, he didn't recognize her at first and thought she was some old codger hiding in the Liu family.

But then they realized something was wrong; the two didn't seem to be of a very high generational difference, but rather appeared to be of the same generation.

How can this be?

Liu Fengji was at the advanced level, but the female martial artist beside him was at the Grandmaster level or above.

"Liu Jinguo, your name is Liu Jinguo?"

The city lord suddenly realized, "Didn't you die from Zhou Daqian's punch?"

"I...I understand. You were the ones who staged the whole thing in public, creating a fake death to escape."

"Such elaborate schemes must be part of a grand plan. Now that you've appeared in public, do you perhaps intend to do something?"

Liu Jingguo watched him silently, then suddenly twitched her slender fingers and grabbed at the air.

In an instant, a golden light, like a swimming fish, landed in her palm, twisting and turning several times before finally transforming into a shrunken long spear. Upon seeing the spear, the city lord blurted out, "The Northern Suppressing Spear."

It truly is the Zhenbei Ge, the name of Niu Gong, his signature weapon, and the supreme weapon technique of the Bei Xuan Zhu clan.

The decisive battle in which the shamans settled in the northern lands was to break the backbone and root of the Northern Xuanzhu, thus completely defeating their opponent.

Countless bronze halberds were destroyed in that battle, and the city lord also broke quite a few.

However, the shamanic masters at the chief level generally believed that after the death of Niu Gong, there was no bronze halberd in the world that was qualified to be called the "Zhenbei Halberd".

The title "Zhenbei" is not a self-proclaimed honor, but a testament to solid achievements.

Once Bei Xuanzhu loses its strength to guard the northern lands, that legendary divine weapon will be reduced to an ordinary weapon.

As the saying goes, "When the ox is gone, the town of Zhenbei is empty."

but……

Today, the city lord saw an unrelated female warrior whose small halberd, which appeared in her palm, bore the large characters "Zhenbei" (镇北). This was because she had undoubtedly used the essence of Niu Gong's Zhenbei Halberd technique.

“Grandfather, she is Liu Fengji’s cousin, and she once studied under the Prefect!”

The former prefect was a member of the Bei Xuan Zhu clan, and now, Liu Jingguo's connection with Zhen Bei Ge has finally been re-established.

"What a cruel twist of fate! The last essence of Bei Xuan Zhu has actually fallen into the hands of a non-family member like you."

The city lord was not alarmed. As a peak Earth Sect master, he was far above the Prefectural Lord.

Not to mention, the surrounding shaman leaders have been summoned and are on their way...

The current situation is that the city lord, Fang, holds the advantage and can easily surround and kill any invading people.

Liu Fengji couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and whispered a reminder, "Make this quick. The witches are like a hornet's nest; one poke and a whole bunch of them will be gone."

However, Liu Jingguo was focused on fighting the enemy and it was unclear whether she had heeded his advice.

Her eyes were fixed on her palm, her gaze so intense that it could pierce through the stone slab.

The small dagger became increasingly vivid and clear in my palm, covered with an ancient patina of verdigris, and its weight grew heavier and heavier.

The city lord heard Liu Jinguo's breathing becoming increasingly heavy, as if she were struggling under the weight of her burden, and a sense of impending doom rose in his heart.

"Move aside, I'm about to use my methods."

The city lord is at the peak of the Earth Sect, possessing a multitude of secret techniques, and even three trump cards derived from the Peanut Transformation Myriad Wonders Book. Each territory has miraculous uses to turn the tide and save lives from desperate situations.

A large purplish-red totem appeared on his face, spinning rapidly, searching for Liu Jingguo's weaknesses.

Suddenly, Xiao Ge flashed and disappeared from Liu Jingguo's palm.

When it reappeared the next moment, it had already pierced the city lord's chest, and a few drops of bright red blood spilled from the wound.

A gentle breeze blew all around, carrying no trace of murderous intent or the aftermath of a fierce battle; it was no different from any other day, peaceful and serene.

But the city lord eventually died.

With his last breath, he roared, "Zhenbei...Ge."

Then, Xiao Ge swept off his head, and the headless corpse continued its momentum, falling into the city's marketplace and smashing hundreds of buildings.

Chaos has broken out in the Northern Xuan Prefecture!
Below the city lord, there are also a large number of sorcerers who establish a foothold in the area, collect taxes, and are responsible for suppressing and quelling rebellions.

Although the city lord fell too quickly, there were still many powerful sorcerers left. The sorcerer chief and great sorcerers swarmed towards Liu Jinguo. The outcome was destined to be like moths drawn to a flame.

This day became the most tragic since the witches took control of the northern lands, with the city filled with the blood of the witches.

Even centuries later, the name Liu Jinguo remains firmly etched in the memories of the city's residents, indelible.

(End of this chapter)