The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator - Chapter 122 - 88: Sacrificial Spirit Bai Su
Chapter 122: Chapter 88: Sacrificial Spirit Bai Su
As his voice fell, the expressions of the three people restricted by the spiritual pressure changed.
Wind Language Tribe.
A tribe guarded by a Sacrificial Spirit.
Qin Jin’s expression became slightly solemn.
The Three-headed Exotic Python emerged from the depths of the Great Wilderness, wreaking havoc in all directions. The former Sacrificial Fire Tribe, along with many surrounding tribes, were all destroyed in that chaos, leaving a large vacuum area around the newly established Sacrificial Fire Tribe, allowing it to develop freely.
And now…
As he continued to go deeper, he finally saw the first tribe that still existed normally.
A thought flashed through his mind as Qin Jin spoke in a low voice, “Take me to your tribe.”
Before him.
The man who heard this showed a struggle in his expression, but eventually nodded.
He looked at his three tribesmen, his voice very low, “What about them…”
“If you can ensure they don’t cause any trouble, they can come along,” Qin Jin said, his voice embedded with pressure, echoing around, “I harbor no malice towards your tribe.”
“I just want you to guide me because I wish to visit the Sacrificial Spirit of your Wind Language Tribe.”
As his words fell, the man in front hesitated for a moment, then saluted and said, “Please spare them, my lord.”
Qin Jin’s mind stirred slightly.
He withdrew his spiritual pressure.
At the moment the pressure lifted, two of them fell to the ground, their legs weak, while the decisive Wind Language tribesman widened his eyes and shouted angrily, “Are you crazy!”
“Just bringing him back like this…”
His words were abruptly cut off.
The man responding to Qin Jin quickly covered his mouth, his voice not deliberately lowered, and said in a deep tone, “This lord clearly means no harm.”
“Otherwise, how could we, who were secretly spying, still be alive?”
“Since he wishes to visit our tribe, we have no reason to refuse.”
“What if?!”
“There is no what if.”
His voice became firm, signaling his companion with his eyes.
Seeing this.
The decisive man gritted his teeth and eventually relaxed his expression, no longer struggling.
Qin Jin took this scene all in without any concern.
The Sacrificial Fire Tribe continuously developed and grew, welcoming people from various tribes, allowing Qin Jin to understand tribal interactions and exchanges early on.
Many tribes have conflicts, and wars even occur, but there are also many tribes with harmonious relationships, exchanging and trading with each other.
The Wind Language Tribe is located at a considerable distance from the Sacrificial Fire Tribe, meaning that, at least in the short term, there won’t be any conflict. Qin Jin stopped these four people with genuine intentions, wanting to visit their Sacrificial Spirit as he stated.
After all.
Within the Great Wilderness, he had yet to meet a second Sacrificial Spirit and sincerely wanted to see one now.
Now.
Seeing the two cease their quarreling and jointly helping up the other two who collapsed, Qin Jin’s voice echoed.
“Lead the way.”
The Azure Thunder Profound Halberd turned around.
Behind, the four exchanged complex gazes and, without further words, quickly ran to the front to lead the way.
Silence reigned along the way.
Among these four, none had awakened the Treasure Skill and were just ordinary tribesmen, so Qin Jin had no intention to converse much.
As they progressed, signs of human activity gradually appeared around them.
Chopped trees, traces left by hunting.
It seemed that after agreeing to Qin Jin, they didn’t have many ulterior motives.
Just as structures appeared in view, the tribesman who had been communicating with Qin Jin spoke, “This way, my lord, up ahead is our Wind Language Tribe.”
Qin Jin looked over.
At a glance, the structures covered a limited area, seeming to be a medium-sized tribe of a bit more than a thousand people.
The tribe was located on a plain, and currently, as Qin Jin approached, the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd’s nearly thirty-meter height was particularly conspicuous. As they came closer, people within the Wind Language Tribe noticed, and amidst cries of surprise, many young and strong members of the tribe, holding various bone and stone weapons, gathered at the tribe’s entrance.
Qin Jin glanced around and also noticed the “experts” of the tribe with Treasure Skill engravings on their bodies.
“Don’t get excited!”
Seeing the tribesmen primed for action to fend off the enemy, the man guiding Qin Jin showed a drastic change in expression, running to the front and shouting loudly, “This lord is not an enemy!”
“He is a guest we encountered, coming to visit and wishing to meet our Lord Sacrificial Spirit!”
In his repeated calls, some tribesmen skeptically put down their weapons, while others remained alert and ready.
Seeing this, the man shouted loudly, “Please fetch the Lord Sacrificial Spirit quickly.”
Among the crowd.
Someone ran toward the center of the tribe.
Qin Jin watched this scene without uttering a word.
The Azure Thunder Profound Halberd merely standing there brought immense pressure to the Desolate People who had never seen such a mechanical creation. The Wind Language Tribe’s alertness ensured swift response, and not long after, a tall figure rapidly approached from the center of the tribe.
It was a deer!
Standing about seven to eight meters tall, its entire body was an unusual white color. Its antlers were complex, very long, with golden patterns winding around them, emitting a somewhat familiar aura to Qin Jin.
It was the Wish Power generated by the tribe’s sacrificial rituals.
Compared to the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd, its body seemed small, but it was actually quite large and nimble. With a leap like riding the wind, it quickly approached the tribe’s entrance.
This was indeed the Sacrificial Spirit of the Wind Language Tribe.
At the front, Wind Language tribesmen stepped aside.
The long-horned White Deer stepped on the ground, its eyes gazing at the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd filled with caution, and a female voice resounded as it spoke.
“I am the Sacrificial Spirit of the Wind Language Tribe, Bai Su.”
“How may I address you, sir?”
