The Supreme One

Chapter 192: Void Donkey's Space Bag and Heavy Knowledge

After hearing what his master said, Xia Xian no longer refused.

Although when we go to the Ancient Banyan Forest, we can buy whatever we want.

But since you can just take it with you and prepare it in advance, it saves you some trouble later.

"Well, it's really convenient to have a space bag when we go out. Master, when I have time in the future, I will find a chance to find some knowledge about space in Gurong City and study what this space bag is. Then we can make a space bag by ourselves when we want one!"

Seeing Xia Xian's confident look, Bai Mulin smiled with relief, and after thinking carefully, he nodded: "Yes, this is fine. Although the space bag is precious, it will not cause much controversy after it is researched. Of course, at that time, we only need to withstand the pressure from the race that makes the space bag.

Although this is a bit stressful, we as recorders can afford it."

Although Bai Mulin was also worried that Xia Xian would do something big like "The Secret Art of Blood Refining", he was only worried about big things that involved too many aspects.

Space bags like this are extremely rare in the world today and are sold at a very high price. Even people with money and spirit crystals cannot buy them.

Usually barter is required, using some equally precious treasures to exchange.

By then, if Xia Xian has researched the secret of the space bag and mastered the skills of making the space bag, it will inevitably mean that they will get a share of the profits from the space bag.

Or, simply subvert the entire space bag sales market and completely lower the price of space bags.

No matter what, it will definitely offend the race it was created for, it’s just a matter of whether the offense is big or small.

But the problem is that this is just one race. Even if they have made friends with some races because of selling space bags, it is all due to interests.

Once they launch cheaper space bags and benefit more people, smart people will know how to choose.

So they only need to face this one race.

Although their strength is not weak, ranking 359th on the Ten Thousand Races List, the power accumulated by their lineage of record-keepers over the years and generations is not as simple as it seems.

Even if it is a clan of the top 100, they can handle it.

Thinking of this, Bai Mulin suddenly smiled and said, "If you want to study this space bag, the opportunity will come soon. It depends on whether you can seize it."

"The opportunity will come soon?"

When Xia Xian heard this, his extremely smart mind worked quickly. After connecting the context, he immediately said in surprise: "Is this space bag the Void Donkey Clan's pouch for raising babies? Isn't this thing an organ on their body? And they pick it off and refine it into a magic weapon? Can it grow again after being picked off? It's self-breeding!"

Xia Xian was indeed shocked.

Although he also knew that there were many races in this world who were born with certain organs that possessed strange powers, even if they were removed, they could be refined into magical weapons.

And such things that are born with strange powers, after being refined into magical instruments, have far more powerful powers than magical instruments formed by normal spiritual patterns engraved on them.

Or it could be some even more magical abilities that cannot be matched by normal spiritual pattern magic weapons.

But generally speaking, the refining of this kind of magical weapon is actually resisted in the world!

In the travel notes of those senior monks, there have been more than one witnesses of massacres caused by the seizure of these special organs!

Generally speaking, these organs are an indispensable part of the body and the essence of its strength.

Removing these organs could result in immediate death at best, or at least serious injury at best.

It can be said that in today's world, behind every such magical instrument is a living life. Under the atmosphere of world peace, they are naturally resisted.

At least, on the surface, it was indeed boycotted.

However, such an overall boycott does not prevent certain powerful individuals or powerful clans from still openly using those bloody magical weapons.

Of course, for some very powerful races, if anyone dares to use the body organs of their people to refine magical weapons, they will have no problem taking them back or even killing them.

Be aboveboard and don't need to be blamed by anyone.

Of course, he also knew that among the races that were born with this peculiar organ, there was a very small group of races that not only did not resist this magical weapon, but also produced it themselves.

But for this race, their special organs can grow under normal circumstances.

For example, hair, or body parts or power cores that can be regenerated from certain elemental races.

But it’s different for the Void Donkey Clan. Their pouches are very precious. Although losing them would not be fatal, it would also mean the loss of the ability to give birth to offspring.

In their clan, there is no distinction between males and females, and their offspring can be said to be conceived individually from their own pouches, or they can be conceived together by the combined power of two individuals.

Such asexual reproduction species are actually not uncommon in the world.

According to records, the pouch of the Void Donkey Clan should be non-renewable.

They reach adulthood when their pouch matures, which is enough to show how precious the pouch is to them.

But now his master told him that this space bag was actually made by the Void Donkey Clan themselves!

Although their natural pouches containing a space can be easily refined into space bags by removing them, in exchange for extremely precious resources.

However, for a powerful race like them whose numbers are already scarce, they should not exchange the future of their own race for resources.

Anyone with a little bit of intelligence in the tribe would not make such a choice.

Could it be that the information he obtained was wrong, or was it that the Void Donkey had some special opportunity?

Even with his extremely smart brain, he was a little lost for a moment.

Seeing Xia Xian showing a rare confused expression, Bai Mulin reached out and rubbed his head and said, "What kind of secrets are contained in this depends on how you explore it.

But there is one thing, Master. Although I guess you probably know it, I still have to remind you. You must be careful in everything. You want to learn, you thirst for knowledge, you want to study all the mysteries of the world, but the vast majority of life in this world will not want you to explore their secrets.

What you are doing is ultimately an offense to them, so you must remember to be cautious and keep it to yourself. Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance of being discovered, it is best not to continue!"

Faced with Bai Mulin's earnest advice, Xia Xian naturally took it down seriously.

But this still puzzled him: "But Master, those alien races don't seem to mind humans observing them and exploring their secrets. Isn't much of our current knowledge obtained through observation and research on them?"

Indeed, just like the art of strengthening the body, it was not all the ancestors of the human race who, by observing the training methods of those races, finally obtained the most basic link for a strong human race.

Later, many spiritual arts and spiritual patterns were obtained by studying the innate spiritual patterns of various races.

Judging from these results, it seems that many races in the world do not mind the observation and research of humans?

Although he also felt that what his master said made sense, no one would want others to know everything about them. Even Xia Xian kept most of his secrets hidden, and what he revealed was less than one percent.

But doesn’t the law of history show that those alien races are not opposed to the research of humans?

Bai Mulin was silent for a moment in response to Xia Xian's question, and then he slowly said: "Xiao Xian, although you have read a lot of books and learned a lot of knowledge, you should also know that everything we have learned now is the result of the continuous accumulation of the human race for countless epochs!

Now you may only see how wonderful this knowledge is, but you also need to know how heavy this knowledge is!

Thousands of lives have been sacrificed to gain even a tiny morsel of this knowledge.

Do you think those races are not powerful enough for humans to pry into their secrets?

No, they have wiped out all the human predecessors who had spied on their secrets, but I, the recorder, have eventually recorded this knowledge from generation to generation, passed it down, and then spread it to thousands of humans throughout the world!

Even if they wanted to keep their secrets secret, they were no longer able to commit more killings.

It can be said that it was the ancestors of our human race who, with their flesh and blood, blocked every slashing blow from these aliens.

Until now, they have no choice but to get used to it.”

As he spoke, Baimulin's power surged uncontrollably, and tiny strands of death force emanated from him, carrying with them the indignation in his heart, as if to bury all those thousands of races!

The Book of Infinity in Xia Xian's body automatically protected itself and resisted the death force that was escaping.

As for Xia Xian, it was also difficult for him to calm down at this moment. As endless knowledge surged, cruel scenes seemed to appear before him.

In principle, was the knowledge he saw now obtained bit by bit by the ancestors of the human race at the cost of so much?

"Recorder, recorder, so that's it. Record the memories of our human race and shape our human race's souls?"

Therefore, these seemingly useless books were recorded without any errors by their recorders to show their respect for the ancestors of the human race!

Their knowledge was acquired with great difficulty, and not a single word of it can be forgotten or wasted!

Therefore, they are the recorders, and recording is their mission. Inheritance is just the sublimation of the mission of recording.

"I understand, Master. I will be extremely cautious when exploring the secrets of those alien races in the future. I will never take any risks. This world is still too dangerous for our human race!"