The Jade Lives, the Bearer Lives

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

The initial contact with the Tuer tribe seemed to be peaceful and uneventful.

There was no fierce fighting or brawling, nor any verbal sparring.

Everything came to a close with Turcolando's understated narration.

"An Ran, wake up?"

"Please call me Tu'er'anlando, and please be mindful of your identity and word choice. I am now the sixty-eighth in line to the throne of the Tu'er clan!"

In just a few minutes of contact, Ren Anran seemed like a completely different person, and even started speaking broken Turkic.

"Carando?"

I agree with Mother's wise decision!

"This is insane!"

Zhang Xuezhou scratched his head, feeling that the Tuer people's way of doing things was simply a one-man show.

Turcorando even possesses a certain ability to manipulate perception, almost enough to change a person.

"After decades, her strange mental abilities have only grown stronger!"

Besides Zhang Xuezhou regaining his senses through the Kunpeng Fighting Technique, Ren Yisheng had almost died inside the Soul Jade, also revived, letting out low, weak breaths.

"How do we get rid of this trouble? How do we restore Sister An Ran to normal?" Zhang Xuezhou asked anxiously, leaning towards the Soul Jade.

"One is that one's mental strength is enough to fight against Corlando, another is that one has the means to break through, and the other Principle to choose to stay away from her. As long as you stay far enough away for a long enough time, this influence will gradually fade away," Ren Yisheng said, panting.

"Shut up! You... I'm going to offer you up to the gods. The gods will surely love a dead soul like you!"

After exchanging only a few words, Ren Anran glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, her face showing displeasure, and stopped him. She then picked up the Soul Jade, indicating what she was about to do.

"We Tuer people offer our ashes to the ancestral temples of gods in various places after we die," Tuerkalando said. "Elders and high priests with Mental Psychic Power are especially sought after. It is said that those who participate in the offering may be chosen by the gods and enter the sacred land, thus enjoying eternal life!"

"What era are we living in? You still believe in this kind of nonsense!"

Zhang Xuezhou complained.

His gaze swept over Ren Anran, then lingered on Turkalando's face.

Ren Anran was still in a state of mental confusion, while Turkalando had clearly recovered most of his normalcy.

Under normal circumstances, Turcarando would also be affected by this ' Spiritual Qi ' without even having any negative thoughts. However, after Zhang Xuezhou returned to normal, she clearly noticed the abnormality and gradually broke free from Turcarando's influence.

"The gods have bestowed upon us divine arts, uniting us Tu'er people into a single-minded cohesion. If you cannot shake off the influence of my mother's Spiritual Qi, will you still believe in this nonsense?"

Turkalando asked a question, and was then scolded by Ren Anran. She could only wink at Zhang Xuezhou a few times.

"Has your god entered this Soul Jade?"

Turkalando lowered his voice.

She was all too familiar with her Soul Jade, and combined with the subtle sounds emanating from it, along with Ren Anran's reprimanding words, Turkalando's heart pounded.

Their gods spoke an obscure and difficult-to-understand language, occasionally uttering roars and wails, but within the Soul Jade, it was the familiar language of the Alliance, not some mystical or superstitious speech at all.

Compared to the sixty-eighth in line to inherit the title of the Tur tribe, Turkalandor felt that matters of the gods were more important.

Moreover, in terms of connections, Ren Anran does indeed have the right to inherit the Tuer clan, which even includes Ren Wuyang.

As modern civilization progresses and people become more enlightened, Turkalando's understanding of the world is also constantly changing.

She enjoys the convenience that power brings, but she dislikes the rigid rules and obligations that come with it. If someone were to take her place in inheriting the throne, she feels it's not unacceptable.

The power struggles that other Lineage fought to the death for were indeed relatively easy for her.

If Ren Anran could inherit the chieftainship of the Tuer tribe and then give her the Jishi Medical Center in Western Capital, Tuerkalando thought that would be the best thing.

"Mmm!"

As usual, Zhang Xuezhou gave a series of ambiguous responses that were unclear in meaning.

He looked at Ren Anran, who had a solemn expression, and then at Turkalando, who was making faces at him, and felt that coming here was a terrible mistake.

But when his gaze met the slight flicker in Ren Anran's eyes, Zhang Xuezhou felt much more at ease.

Clearly, as he broke free from Turcolando's influence, Ren Anran also seemed to have broken free to some extent, and she even stopped scolding and lecturing him.

"Thank goodness my brother didn't come here!"

Ren Anran was equally shocked.

In the short period of time they had been in contact without realizing it, she almost completely obeyed Turcolando, and even absorbed a lot of Tur tribe rules and concepts into her mind.

It was as if it were engraved in her genes, and with contact, it began to awaken.

She even knows a rudimentary Turkic language, which is a less commonly spoken language that she has never studied.

Ren Anran was fortunate that she did not develop Gene Fighting Technique, but instead focused on Mental Strengthening.

Her Dragon Elephant Combat Technique wasn't particularly intimidating, only slightly better than Zhang Xuezhou's. However, her Mental Strengthening abilities were nearly identical to Zhang Xuezhou's, and far superior to Ren Wuyang's.

This level of spiritual strength is insufficient to contend with Turcolando, but it undoubtedly gives one the ability to avoid losing their way.

The more she engages with the situation and the more times she breaks free, the more experience she gains in dealing with it.

"I..."

Just as Ren Anran was about to ask Zhang Xuezhou for his advice on how to handle the situation, she heard footsteps and the sound of a door opening again. Turcolando, holding the Soul Jade, had re-entered the hall.

"Your timing is perfect. The eight elders and I just finished the prayer ceremony. They haven't gone far, so we can begin the elders' meeting immediately!"

Turklando looked at Ren Anran with satisfaction, and after waving her hand, Ren Anran immediately stood obediently beside her.

"The strong rise and the weak fall. Your bloodline is beyond question, and you will surely pass the test. Let's go!"

She called out to Ren Anran, then led Ren Anran out, without even saying a word to Turkalando.

"Is your relationship with your mother really that fragile? This is completely ignoring you!"

Watching Turcolando lead Ren Anran away, and then the door being closed and locked, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but complain.

"I told you that Soul Jade was very important," Turkalando said dejectedly. "As long as the jade is there, I am there; if the jade is gone, I am gone. In my mother's eyes, I am practically dead. The fact that she didn't call an elders' meeting to deal with me is already a great favor!"

Is it that serious?

"Almost!"

"Your tribe certainly has quite a few bad habits!"

"Actually, I don't like our tribe either, but I'm not in charge of the tribe, and neither is my mother. These customs, formed over many years, can't be changed just by saying a few words!"

Turkalando waved to Zhang Xuezhou, then ran to the side of the room and opened a small window.

Through the window, Zhang Xuezhou saw Ren Anran standing in front of the shrine, wearing a white feather cloak.

Eight more middle-aged and elderly people dressed in red robes and covered in black feathers, carrying wooden canes nearly as tall as a person, slowly walked in circles around Ren Anran.

Turcolando, holding a wooden staff, knelt and chanted prayers towards the shrine with a solemn expression.

"What kind of outdated customs are these? This is completely unreasonable!"

Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to describe everything he saw.

He felt as if he were in a dream; yesterday he was in a normal world, but today it had completely changed.

If Ren Anran hadn't possessed an exceptionally high level of Mental Strengthening, even managing to shake off the influence in just a few minutes, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't have been able to remain so calm.

He muttered a complaint, and then he saw starlight flash across the dome above the shrine, followed by a low roar like that of an ancient behemoth.