Chapter 1272: The Tragedy of the Earth Tribe

e realm.To help him break through to the Golden Corpse stage, he probably only has one option: absorb both of Shangguan Zhuo and Shangguan Xiong's corpse puppets. At the very least, he needs to absorb...He hesitated for a moment, but knew that if he didn't make things clear, this person in front of him definitely wouldn't do things his way.

"Dr. Ye, I am a member of the Tujia people, and I am also the Tujia tribes' holy maiden…"

"Tu people!"

Ye Bufan was still very familiar with this nation. They were the original inhabitants of this land, a very kind race.

But hundreds of years ago, a large sailing ship named the Mayflower broke the silence of this land.

Originally, the 102 survivors who arrived on this large ship faced unimaginable hardships, enduring hunger and cold. In the end, only about 50 survived.

At that time, the kind-hearted members of the Tu ethnic group provided them with essential supplies for life and taught them how to hunt and how to plant crops, enabling them to survive on this land.

But these kind natives never imagined that their nightmare was about to begin.

These people who were helped not only failed to show gratitude, but instead plotted to take over this continent. In the end, countless members of the Tu ethnic group were slaughtered, and to this day they are nearly extinct.

Weevil's face wore a sorrowful expression: "That's right, though our tribe is small now, we are still the Earth Clan."

Ye Bufan sighed inwardly, it seemed the Tuzhu clan had indeed fallen into decline. Even the location where the Saintess resided was so simple and humble.

"I have great sympathy for your people's plight, but what does that have to do with the Lawrence family"

"Because the people of Saint Laurence are our entire Tu nationality's sworn enemy." Future said with hatred in his voice, "You must have heard about what happened before. Although those people repaid kindness with cruelty, we have lived on this land for thousands of years and naturally have our own resources."

Our Tu people have our own magic tradition, with the power to protect ourselves. At that time, the sacred maiden was a high-level cultivator of holy arts, and there were also more than ten elders in the clan who had reached this level.

"But our people are inherently kind and did not use their power to exterminate those who opposed us."

Yè Búfán wasn't surprised by this. As a nation that had survived for thousands of years, it would be strange if they didn't have their own traditions.

"And what happened later Since you had so many strong warriors, how could you have failed and ended up in this state"

This did indeed puzzle him somewhat. Holy Order cultivators were definitely incredibly powerful beings, and to have a dozen or so of them all at once...

In that era when hot weapons were not yet prevalent, possessing so many strong individuals capable of rivaling a nation, how could they possibly be defeated by a motley crew of thugs and pirates

It's all because of that person...

In the future, when recounting this story again, it turned out that Saint Lawrence was extremely handsome and skilled in sweet talk. He carefully approached the Tu people and finally met their holy maiden.

The virgin was innocent and kind, easily deceived by his sweet words, falling into love and deeply enamored with this man.

But St. Laurence never had any good intentions. After gaining the saint's trust, he stole the Earth Clan's golden staff.

Future said: "The golden staff is the ancestral relic of our Earth Clan. The power of all cultivators comes from the staff."

Without the support of the Golden Staff, our mages' power would plummet, reaching at most the level of a Master Arcanist.

It is because of the loss of the golden staff that our tribe fell, ultimately being slaughtered by those ruthless bandits.

So, Saint Lawrence is our whole tribe's enemy! He's the one who harmed us!"

Although centuries have passed, Wei's face still bears a deep-seated hatred as he speaks of this.

Ye Bufan was secretly astonished. He was shocked that the plight of the Tuzhu people had such a big secret, and he didn't expect that Saint Lawrence, who was hailed as a hero, would have done such a dirty deed.

But some things were already becoming apparent. He asked, "So, the Lawrence family's curse is something you people put on them"

"That's right, after the Saintess learned she had been deceived and became a sinner of the entire Tu tribe, she was overwhelmed with shame and anger. On the altar, she burned her blood and cursed the entire Lawrence family, which is now the Blood Curse."

After receiving the answers about the future, Ye Bufan's heart was filled with relief as many mysteries were solved. No wonder the aura of the blood curse was so similar to that of the future; they both originated from the Earth Clan.

I also understand why Saint Lawrence's story is absent from the family records. Such a shameful event would be completely incompatible with his heroic image, and naturally, he wouldn't want it to be known by outsiders.

Since he was cursed by the saintess, Saint Laurence's life after that became extremely painful and unbearable. He vented all his hatred onto our people, the indigenous tribe.

As he was a tanner by trade, the thing he loved to do most at that time was slaughter the people of the Tu nationality and then flay their skins to make leather goods. This was an ancestral craft that must not be lost.

Later, his condition worsened, and his resentment grew deeper. He felt that killing the indigenous people alone was far from enough, so he began offering rewards to entice more people to join him in massacring them.

The skull of a member of the Tu people could be exchanged for $50, which was definitely a considerable fortune at the time.

"Speaking of this, Wei Lai's face was filled with grief and anger. "It is a pity for our kind Tu people. We used to have over 30 million people, but now almost all of us have been slaughtered, leaving only these scattered remnants."

Ye Bufan was speechless for a moment. Although this matter had passed centuries ago, it was still a tragedy no matter what.

"Doctor Ye, the Lawrence family's current predicament is entirely their own doing. Therefore, I implore you not to treat them."

Ye Bufan said: "You have so much faith in me Do you think I can break the blood curse left by your Saint Maiden"

Wei Wei nodded, "After the Golden Staff was lost, as a Saintess of the Earth Clan my cultivation wasn't particularly high, but I still had basic intuition. I felt that if you were willing, you would definitely be able to break the Saintess's blood curse."

Yè Búfán thought for a moment: “Actually, I think that some things, since they have already become history, there is no need to hold on to them.”

Upon hearing his response, Weilai's expression shifted: "Dr. Ye, are you truly going to help that wicked family"

"A criminal family I don't really think that's an accurate description."

"Ye Bufan said, 'Only Saint Laurence committed the true evil. He did not tell his descendants about this history of sin, and over the years, the Laurence family has not committed any new sins.'"

Future lightly bit her red lips, saying nothing, but the hatred in her eyes remained undiminished.

Ye Bufan gazed intently at her: "Is the Saintess considered the highest leader of the Earth Tribe"

"That's the way it is." The future held a maturity that belied his age, "and because of that, I hope you don't help that family. Let them face the consequences they deserve."

"Do you see if this is okay Even if I begged you."

"Let's not talk about that for now," Ye Bufan said. "Have you ever thought about what you could do for your people For example, how to make the Tu nationality flourish under the current conditions and ensure the well-being of your people"

"I never thought of that," Weiwei replied with a slight pause, "Right now all I want is to retrieve our golden staff and make the Lawrence family pay for what they've done."

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