When Su Xin heard that the Corpse-Driving Sect had actually passed on the martial arts of the Central Plains to outsiders, he immediately let out a cold laugh. It seemed the Corpse-Driving Sect had truly reached the end of the road, to resort to something like this.
Since ancient times, martial arts from the Central Plains had been strictly forbidden from being passed on outside. Of course, this prohibition did not merely apply between sects—it also applied between the people of the Central Plains and those foreign tribes.
This was true for both the righteous and demonic paths. After all, regardless of good or evil, everyone at least belonged to the lineage of Central Plains martial artists. Some sects were no longer located in the Central Plains, such as Fangxian Island, but they were still considered orthodox Central Plains martial artists. The overseas regions had once been part of the Central Plains, after all, and in terms of bloodline, they were far closer than the barbarians of the Golden Tent Khanate.
Yet the Shaman Miao Tribe within these great mountains of Western Hunan had nothing to do with the people of the Central Plains.
In fact, when the ancient First Dynasty had just been established, these barbarians had resented its rule and rebelled. The Human Emperor sent a great army to crush them, and only the remnants had managed to survive by hiding in the dense forests. It could even be said that there was old enmity between these people and the martial artists of the Central Plains.
No wonder the Shaman Miao Tribe had helped the Corpse-Driving Sect back then. So they had paid such a steep price.
Fortunately, the Shaman Miao Tribe had barely interacted with the Martial Arts World of the Central Plains over the years. Otherwise,