Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 974 - 237: The Real Tianxia Bachang

Chapter 974: Chapter 237: The Real Tianxia Bachang

The Chekin tribe had always been deeply invested in singing, especially the males, who were blessed with naturally good voices. Hence, most signalers in the Beamon Regular Army were also Chekin. The so-called "five-line staff" was a secret technique obtained more than a thousand years ago by a Chekin family through unknown means. Back then, this family had won an impressive title by using this technique—"Hegemonic Singing Family." This mysterious Chekin family quietly disappeared from Beamon historical archives after the war in Heigar, vanishing as swiftly and brilliantly as the night-blooming cereus, soon withering away into the dust.

That era saw the disappearance of many once-glorious Beamon families, such as the golden families that inherited the bloodline of the Holy Giant Dragon. Nowadays, apart from the knowledgeable Altar Sacrificial Ceremony and well-versed Bards, few in Beamon remember that once their family had rivaled the golden families in glory, the well-known Beamon Hegemonic Singing Family.

The reason why the sacrificers and bards firmly remembered the Chekin family and their secret technique was that every Chekin Beamon who studied the "five-line staff" meticulously could transcribe the sounds they heard into specific meanings on paper using "horizontal, slanting, vertical, flicking, and breaking" – these were the notations of the "five-line staff." Given enough time for each Chekin to document every note heard and to draw a complete "five-line staff," they could, after a period of research and practice, reproduce the sounds through their voices with utter precision — One could say that every Chekin who mastered the "five-line staff" could become a qualified sacrificer without even needing "enlightenment" because they could transform the convoluted war song notes into the "five-line staff," making the mastering of complex war songs much easier than for ordinary sacrificers.

It was for this reason that a thousand years ago the Hegemonic Singing Family had a famous proverb: "Teach songs first when raising daughters, cultivating sacrificers as if farming." This verse might sound exaggerated as only the Chekin with excellent talents could learn the "five-line staff," truly a selection of one in a hundred. However, it was an undeniable fact this family produced numerous sacrificers. Considering the odds of recruiting a sacrificer out of ten thousand Beamons, this family was truly a home of sacrificers, rightfully deserving the title "Hegemonic Singing."

Despite their imaginative minds, none in Beamon could have guessed that Plutini was a descendant of the "Hegemonic Singing Family." The "Ceremonial Code" contained vague descriptions about the origins of this foremost outlier, which could be partly due to fear of small-minded jealousy, possibly with Plutini himself concealing the fact that he possessed such an extraordinary technique, and partly could be the temple deliberately downplaying it.

"You might be the only Chekin in the entire Bimon Kingdom who still knows the ’unwired staff,’" Helen sighed deeply, her tone filled with envy. She could finally understand why after more than three hundred years, Plutini’s descendants, through unbroken lineage, had continued the bloodline of sacrificers—it was the "unwired staff" that helped. Continuously passing on the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony in one lineage, a task impossible for any other lineage of excellent Beamons.

"Qian Qian, I am not the only one who can still use the ’five-line staff;’ I also have an uncle, an aunt, and a cousin," Qian Qian wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, "Over three hundred years ago, to escape the pursuit of the temple’s priests, my family of fifty-seven people all moved to the Oxford Oasis in the Taklamago Desert. To this day, my kin has grown to over four hundred. However, only my uncle’s family of three has magical beasts as sacrificers. Three months ago, my uncle was leading me through a trial outside; when we returned home, all my kin had been brutally killed by desert bandits. The only survivors were my aunt and brother, who are also beast-holding sacrificers. They both were gravely injured in this cruel raid. I don’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but my uncle and I returned just in time..."

"I am very sorry, this is indeed a tragic tale..." Mr. Shock expressed with a face full of apology.

"No, Your Majesty!" Qian Qian firmly denied this interpretation, "Due to the small population of our clan, every eligible male must go out to the world to find their other half, and many who leave never return. Without this tragedy, we might still be like ostriches encountering a sandstorm, burying our heads in the sand, too scared to clear our ancestors’ names. Now, only my uncle’s family and I remain. If we don’t stand up to clear our ancestors’ grievances, we might never get another chance."

"I think your uncle should be the one to stand up, not let you, a young girl, journey into this unknown and dangerous world." Helen gently wrapped her arms around Qian Qian’s shoulders, her eyes brimming with clear tears. Evidently, Qian Qian’s ordeal resonated deeply with Helen, who had similar experiences.