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Chapter 788 [787] The Prince's Revenge

Just as the doppelganger, under the alias "Liu Yi Dao", was happily swindling vampires.

Another doppelganger newly created by Cheng Han had already descended upon a distant small world.

He looked all around.

This was a vast, boundless savanna.

The grass was almost knee-deep, with the blades slightly tinged with yellow, indicating that it was currently autumn.

Strange-looking green trees stood sparsely across the grassland.

They were generally about twenty meters tall, and at a height of ten meters, the trunks split into two main branches, forming a "Y" shape.

They looked like a fork, or a pair of ram's horns.

Cheng Han glanced at them and muttered, "So these are ram's horn trees? The name is quite fitting."

The name of this world was Qingyang Realm.

Ram's horn trees were a unique species of this small world.

Information about the Qingyang Realm flashed through Cheng Han's mind:

"The Qingyang Realm is located in the 'Eastern Luo Realm Cluster'. The main intelligent race living in this small world is known as the 'Qingyang Clan'.

"The Qingyang Clan has four main god-level deities and over fifty lesser gods.

"Despite this, the race is still subjected to constant bullying.

"Because the overlord of the Eastern Luo Realm Cluster is the Red Eye Clan, which possesses three supreme gods.

"For the past thousand years, the Red Eye Clan has been using various means to suppress the Qingyang Clan, and small-scale divine wars have repeatedly broken out between the two sides."

Cheng Han sighed softly, "This is the sorrow of being close to a large clan."

In this plane, such things as the Qingyang Clan's situation were commonplace.

Weakness.

Was the original sin.

Cheng Han looked around and noticed what appeared to be a giant ram's horn wood carving, over fifty meters tall, standing dozens of kilometers away.

He smirked slightly and muttered, "That should be the Qingyang Clan's totem pole; there should be a Qingyang Clan tribe there."

According to the records.

Every Qingyang Clan settlement would definitely build a totem pole.

By the way.

The extraordinary power cultivated by the Qingyang Clan was called "Totem Power".

This was essentially a type of mystic imprint, but it was a completely different system.

Cheng Han started walking, quickly heading towards the tribe ahead.

Five minutes later.

The sound of a babbling stream came from the right.

Cheng Han immediately changed direction and walked towards the stream.

This stream must be the water source for this Qingyang tribe; as long as he followed the stream, he could naturally reach it.

Before long.

The stream came into view.

Its water flow was not large, only a little over two meters wide, but the water quality was quite clear.

The bottom was covered with a light purple aquatic plant, and strangely shaped small fish could be seen occasionally swimming gracefully in the current.

Cheng Han walked for a while and suddenly said, "Huh."

Because an illusion appeared out of nowhere before his eyes:

A broken corpse was floating down the stream, and light purple aquatic plants grew all over the clear bottom.

This was clearly the stream in front of him.

The corpse was humanoid, but its leg joints bent forward, completely the opposite of humans, and it had a pair of cyan goat horns on its forehead.

It was clearly a member of the Qingyang Clan.

Cheng Han shook his head and muttered, "What a tragic death."

Half of the corpse's head was crushed, its brains were almost spilling out, its right arm was missing, and there were several deep penetrating wounds in its chest and abdomen.

This guy undoubtedly died by murder.

Based on his rich experience, Cheng Han also judged, "The time of death should not exceed six hours."

He looked towards the totem pole in the distance and muttered, "It seems a major upheaval has occurred in this Qingyang tribe."

After two minutes.

The foreshadowed scene appeared.

The corpse floated in front of him.

Cheng Han glanced at the corpse and used it as a connection to quickly perform a deduction.

This was a very simple deduction, and the result came out immediately.

Cheng Han sighed softly, "An old story."

His guess was correct; a major upheaval had indeed occurred in the tribe.

In short.

In a struggle for power and profit, the Great Elder's faction was overthrown by the Second Elder's faction.

The Great Elder was killed on the spot, and his direct relatives and loyal subordinates were all slaughtered.

The dead man floating down the stream was the Great Elder's second son.

Cheng Han recalled many details shown in the deduction, and his eyes flickered, "It's highly likely that external forces intervened and caused infighting within the Qingyang tribe."

As an excellent conspirator, he keenly sensed the aura of a "fellow professional".

Cheng Han had another guess, "The other party might be a vampire lurking in the Qingyang Realm."

The logic was simple.

The Red Eye Clan had been suppressing the Qingyang Clan, and these vampires had sufficient motivation to do so.

Sending a group of vampires to frequently provoke turmoil within the Qingyang Clan would greatly weaken the latter's strength.

This was a common method used by large clans to deal with small clans.

It was conceivable.

If the Red Eye Clan prepared for a few hundred years, or a few thousand years, they would definitely launch a general attack on the Qingyang Clan, causing it to completely disappear from this realm cluster.

However.

The tribulation of the era had already arrived, and the Red Eye Clan's plan would be difficult to realize.

Cheng Han smiled slightly, "Since the Red Eye Clan is so idle, I'll find you some serious business and let you play well with the Zerg."

From the perspective of the Wanhao Clan.

The Calamity Zerg was a threat to all intelligent races, and reducing the internal friction of various races could share more of the pressure for the Wanhao Clan.

Cheng Han stared at the approaching corpse and said softly, "Let's start with a prince's revenge story."

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Buzz!"

A string vibrated.

Cheng Han waved his right hand lightly.

A few points of green light scattered out, hitting the corpse on the water.

The next moment.

A mutation occurred.

Tens of thousands of blood threads drilled out of the corpse, instantly weaving into a blood membrane, wrapping the corpse within.

At the same time.

"Puff!"

Cheng Han's figure exploded.

His entire body turned into a cloud of blood mist, rapidly swept towards the blood membrane, and instantly merged with it.

"Thump! Thump!"

A heartbeat that seemed illusory yet real emanated from the blood membrane, becoming increasingly solid and powerful.

This was a sign of life being revived.

A full ten minutes passed.

"Snap!"

A soft sound was heard.

The blood membrane burst open.

A strong and powerful Qingyang Clan body appeared in the stream.

His head had been restored to its complete state, and his broken arm had also been restored as before.

His eyes were more spirited, and his pair of goat horns also gleamed with a hint of luster.

"Splash!"

He leaped out of the stream with a spray of water, landing firmly on the bank.

He looked at his hands and feet and nodded in satisfaction, "From now on, I am 'Mu Zhi'."

Mu Zhi was the original name of this prince in distress.

The reason he was resurrected was naturally due to Cheng Han "taking over the nest".

He used the power of the Law of Life to completely fuse with the life imprint left in the corpse, and had already become a "purebred" Qingyang Clan member.

Cheng Han smiled triumphantly, "Even if a god personally examines me, it will be difficult to detect any abnormalities."

In the extraordinary field of the Life System, his current attainments were enough to be called entering the hall and ascending the room, and ascending to the divine throne was only a matter of time.

He looked towards the totem pole in the distance again and stomped on the ground with force.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the area within a five-meter radius directly caved in.

Cheng Han shot up like a cannonball, soaring more than a hundred meters high, drawing a huge arc in the air, and landed on a hill in front.

Revenge.

Was about to begin!