Chapter 587 - Chapter 587: Chapter 587: The Fist Sect

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: The Fist Sect

Elemental Shaman?

Song Jian subtly shook his head, thinking this profession was far too different from his own. Even if he obtained one of its abilities as his own talent, it would just be the icing on the cake and wouldn’t fully utilize the original profession capabilities. Its contribution to his strength would be limited.

He walked towards the next stone pillar. Each time he drew near a pillar, the effects of the minotaur stone statues formed in his mind. The Blackhoof Tribe has been around for nearly a thousand years; those whose professions have been carved into the ancestral statues all contributed significantly to the tribe.

However, after a tribal annihilation war that took place hundreds of years ago, many ancestral stone statues have been lost, leaving only half of them. Finding the lost ancestral statues is the responsibility every member of the Blackhoof Tribe is born with.

As Song Jian looked upon each statue, in the end, he stopped in front of a pillar.

The ancestral statue on this stone pillar was the statue Song Jian had recovered earlier from the thief Ye Tong.

System: You found the ancestor statue of the Blackhoof Tribe, profession – Minotaur Swordsman. Within a three-meter range of the statue, there is a probability to obtain a skill of the Minotaur Swordsman profession as your innate skill.

Song Jian was initially startled, then his face lit up with joy.

“The skills of a Swordsman perfectly align with my Sword Controller profession!” He inwardly rejoiced, “I choose you!”

Having made his decision, Song Jian immediately took a seat around the Minotaur Swordsman statue.

It was then that he noticed the majority of the tribe chose the Minotaur Swordsman statue; nearly one-third of the minotaurs did, making it quite crowded within the three-meter radius around the statue.

Song Jian sat tranquilly, cross-legged, amidst the other minotaurs who were chanting praises in the minotaur language with closed eyes.

These songs were all to express reverence to the ancestors, praying for blessings. Being not part of the Blackhoof Tribe, Song Jian felt it inappropriate to join their chant. So he sat quietly without uttering a word.

Soon, he felt a strange force emanating from the statue and flooding towards him.

This energy was peculiar, faint but it perfectly merged with the Invisible Sword Qi within his body, once again slowly increasing the caps of his Invisible Sword Qi.

Originally, the cap of Song Jian’s Invisible Sword Qi was only a hundred points. However, after obtaining the “Sword Control Skill-Qi Circulating Chapter”, the cap of his Invisible Sword Qi began to slowly escalate. It had risen from a hundred points to 278 points, but the rate of increase gradually decreased from once every tens of minutes to every few hours, and even tens of days.

Now, more than half a month had passed by and the cap of his Invisible Sword Qi hadn’t risen a bit. It stayed at 278 points.

Now, as the energy from the ancestral statue flowed into his body, his Invisible Sword Qi cap increased by five points within mere minutes.

This change delighted Song Jian greatly. An increase in the Sword Qi cap was equivalent to a disguised enhancement of his strength. In other words, the higher the cap, the better.

This opportunity was rare, so Song Jian quickly closed his eyes and started to circulate the Invisible Sword Qi within his body to accelerate the absorption of this mysterious energy.

As time passed, Song Jian realized this energy was going through a transformation; from its initial gentle state, it was gradually becoming sharper.

This feeling was like a needle prick. There wasn’t much pain, but it was discomforting, with a tingling sensation similar to that of an electric shock coursing through his entire body.

At this moment, among the young minotaurs seated around the statue, continuous roars peppered the silence as different colored lights emanated from their bodies.

Among these lights, most of them were grayish. Occasional flashes of green and blue could be seen too.

The faces of the spectators from the Blackhoof Tribe were filled with joy as they pointed towards the seated young minotaurs, engaging in excited discussions.

Kane was delighted; these lights represented the awakening of the minotaur’s bloodline talents. The tribesmen who had awaken these talents would all become the tribe’s warriors.

“It looks like this time, there are quite a few tribesmen who have awakened advanced abilities.” An elderly minotaur declared with satisfaction.

“Yes, if only one or two could obtain the ‘War Stomp’ talent. Minotaur warriors are the bravest and strongest warriors in this world!”

“I hope that a few more minotaurs will master the Elemental Shaman skills; abilities like the Chain Lightning and Hurricane Assault can display extraordinary effects during wars.”

“Heh, curious to see the talents Xerxes will unlock this time. Let’s just hope he isn’t affected by the previous battles…”

“Don’t worry. It won’t be a problem. Xerxes has recovered very well, there won’t be any issues unlocking his talents. It’s now just a question of what kind of talent he will unlock.”

The gazes of nearly all the minotaurs fell on Xerxes, who was sitting on the ground. The ancestral statue in front of him was of a minotaur wielding two fists and roaring towards the sky.

“Boxing Clan, sigh, after all, he chose this path!” commented an elder reluctantly.

“Xerxes has always loved boxing. Being able to master the Tiger Demon Boxing skill at level 26 shows his extraordinary talent in this field. Who knows, our tribe could have another Boxing Clan someday!” another elder remarked nonchalantly.

“But however formidable a Boxing Clan is, it’s only a rare profession in the end. How can it compare to a Swordsman? Considering Xerxes’s potential, if he could unlock a Swordsman talent, his future would be boundless!” The former elder sighed.

“Yes, he might be the one to revive our Blackhoof Tribe’s prosperous golden age. If only a Swordsman could emerge …”

As the discussions among the elders continued, Kane involuntarily clenched the totem pole in his hand.

The talent Kane had awakened was the War Stomp. Although it was a powerful ability, it was only a general minotaur warrior’s talent. It could never be compared on an equal footing with a Swordsman, let alone a Boxing Clan. If he hadn’t retrieved the Bloodthirsty Totem Pillar, their tribe’s inherited artifact, from the Shadow Giant Dragon, he would not have even been considered worthy of the chieftain’s position.

“A powerful profession doesn’t necessarily mean that the one who inherits it is powerful. Even as a regular warrior, I’ll revive the Blackhoof Tribe’s golden age and make it even more prosperous than in its historic past!” Kane made a promise to himself.

Just then, Xerxes, sitting on the ground, began to change.

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