Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 975 - 237 The Real Tianxia Bachang_2

Chapter 975: Chapter 237 The Real Tianxia Bachang_2

"My uncle needs to take care of my aunt who is healing from her injuries and my cousin; he really can’t leave them," Qian Qian said with a moved smile. Her face radiated strength.

Liuzhenhan exchanged a wry smile with Moer. The reproductive capabilities of this small family were indeed astonishing, and out of just over four hundred people, four shaman had been born—a probability that was definitely at the extreme.

"Only the favoritism of the War God could lead to such a legacy," Liuzhenhan said with no small amount of envy.

Although the Hegemonic Singing Family never openly recruited shaman apprentices, as they were nearly extinct, this naturally had to be considered from a pragmatic viewpoint. If a Beamon from another race were to receive "intellectual enlightenment" from Qian Qian, it would also mean the apprentice shaman would have access to the knowledge of the "five-line score"------------- This implied that Liuzhenhan’s Chinese War Songs might also risk being pirated, undoubtedly forging a line of shaman that produced geniuses one hundred percent of the time. Although not quite like Liuzhenhan’s line of Chinese War Song shamans, they were still super-geniuses of another kind.

Now, this line of geniuses was in Liuzhenhan’s palm—oh, old Liu’s mouth was already grinning so wide it was nearly crooked.

"Your Highness, thank you for your praise!" Qian Qian quickly bowed in respect to the Shaman of Divine Songs, "But even in modesty, I must say that my ancestor Michel Platini really was a genius shaman. I was fortunate enough to witness the legendary performance of Lord Mourinho himself. Lord Mourinho truly deserved his reputation as the most famous genius shaman; his own creation of the War Song could summon blade winds, and words can’t express my admiration for him..."

When Liuzhenhan heard Qian Qian say "Lord Mourinho truly deserved his reputation as the most famous genius shaman," he couldn’t help but curl his lip in a dismissive sneer.

"...And my ancestor Michel Platini took a different path in creating his War Songs. Unlike Lord Mourinho’s magic attack-type War Songs, my ancestor Platini always focused his research on the Beamon racial abilities. Based on these, he created various new types of War Songs through relentless research." Qian Qian, oblivious to the prickling of a certain vulnerable soul, became more and more animated as she spoke, "Whether it’s the Sharoman Bei’s ’Song of Purging,’ or the Smey Clan’s ’Sky Banning Song,’ or the Green Party’s ’Soul-Dissolving Song,’ or even the Rhine Tribe’s ’Lion’s Roar,’ as long as the ability is triggered by sound, my ancestor Platini made a huge success after lengthy research. These modified War Songs have the same effect as the racial abilities of various Beamon, but they are based purely on the power of song, with War Song as the melody, providing shamans with something to use! In fact, my ancestor Platini even began studying human magics back in the day, if only he had had ten more years of life, perhaps he would have adapted the chanting of human mages into a type of magic attack that we Beamon shamans could evoke with the power of song, just like what Lord Mourinho had showcased today! It’s a pity..."

"Ah!" There was another huge gasp from the crowd, and even Helen, a genius shaman with talents in both "Natural Evolution" and "Song and Dance of Life", couldn’t help but be deeply moved!

Any Beamon racial ability triggered by sound was recorded by Platini using the "five-line score," which he then researched and modified into a common War Song. How could such a shaman be described merely as a world-class genius?

"That’s not all; my ancestor Platini diligently studied the Bay Crocodile Beamon of the Cardiel clan’s racial ability—’The Teardrop Chords of Sorrow.’ He recorded the entire chord produced by tears colliding and converging through the five-line score. After his research, he replicated this special sound, which could not possibly be mimicked by the human voice, as a pearl chord played on a specially made pearl seven-string zither, increasing the output of the ’Teardrop Water Arrows’ similar to ’The Teardrop Chords of Sorrow’." Qian Qian’s words again hit everyone’s heads like a rock, making them reel.

The Cardiel clan Bay Crocodile warriors were known as the elite Marine Force. Even the Sea Clan warriors had to offer them due respect. Their racial ability was their own tears which, upon impact, formed sharp, teardrop-shaped water arrows. The dense barrage of water arrows could even be manipulated to form the shape of ferocious beasts under the control of high-ranking warriors, their presence no less intimidating than the Sea Clan’s Magic Shark warriors’ "Water Tornado."

Though called a racial ability, it was in fact a sharp magical attack. Platini’s intelligence and wisdom had already surpassed the world-famous genius Mourinho. Given enough time, his achievements would reach heights that even other shamans dared not dream of.

Yet such an exceptional prodigy was actually driven to death while still alive, which unavoidably fills one with immense emotion. A uniform sigh rose from everyone in the inn.

"It’s regrettable that my ancestor, Platini, had only published one original battle song before he was...." Qian Qian’s eyes reddened again.

"Where’s your Pearl Seven-stringed Zither?" Moer asked Qian Qian curiously, for during their sacrifice competition, Qian Qian seemed to have been pushed almost to the point of using her desperate ultimate move. Even so, Moer had never seen her bring out her amplifying instrument. Had Qian Qian possessed the Pearl Seven-stringed Zither and fired the "Tear Drop Heartbreak Arrow," Moer would have certainly been forced to use her Water Element magic as well.

"I..." Qian Qian’s face turned red, and after struggling for a while, she couldn’t say anything but sighed helplessly.

"Qian Qian’s family is from the desert, where would you expect her to find pearls for a seven-stringed zither? I bet that’s not something you can just make on the fly; there’s got to be some finesse to it," Liu Zhenhan said, smirking and relieving Qian Qian from the awkward situation.

"Oh, is that so!" Moer clapped her chest, her spirit boundless, "Whatever materials you need, I’ve got them covered! Our Rhine Tribe may lack other things, but we have pearls as common as dirt and gold as plentiful as iron!"

"No wonder they’re known as the world’s Hegemonic Singers, truly unmatched under the heavens!" Master Puskas suddenly appeared from outside, stepping in briskly with a nun holding a string of candied haws, and he couldn’t stop praising as he walked.

"I’m delighted to see you again, respected Master," Ning Yu said, bowing along with the two Fairy Dragons and a Water Dragon to this Great Magician of Saint Chiao.

"Children, I’m also happy to see you," Master Puskas laughed heartily at Ning Yu and the others, then turned to Liu Zhenhan and said, "Richard, I had no idea Beamon’s history was so fascinating! I was almost captivated while listening from outside. What a pity, if only I could have been born a few decades earlier, I would have had the chance to have a long talk with Master Platini. That would have been one of life’s greatest joys!"

"If you had been born a few decades earlier, you might be pushing up daisies now since you’re nearly three hundred years old," Liu Zhenhan said maliciously.

Master Puskas nearly choked to death on those words.

"Where’s the little swan? Gone?" The old man from Saint Chiao looked around cunningly, seemingly a bit regretful, "You two didn’t end up fighting?"

"I’ve always respected my elders," Liu Zhenhan blustered proudly, "In a real fight, dealing with an old man like Lord Mourinho would be as easy as crushing a nut, reading the pattern in the palm of my hand, or picking up mustard seeds with ease!"