The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 109: Chapter 83: Sacrificial Spirit’s Journey (Part 3)

At this point, he looked enlightened: “Qi Ze, do you already know you’re about to break through?”

“That kid, even kept it from me.”

Qin Jin didn’t explain and only said in his heart, “Have the tribesman that Qi Ze left behind come over.”

“I’ll go call him right away.”

Qi Chuan responded.

“Qi Chuan.”

At this moment, Qin Jin’s voice once again echoed in his mind.

Qi Chuan raised his head, looking towards the sky.

From his angle, gazing at the Azure Thunder Profound Halberd, even the dusk was blocked, and in sight, was only the imposing Lord Sacrificial Spirit that inspired his reverence.

“After I finish exploring the sacred land Qi Ze mentioned, I will go on a journey.”

“A journey?”

Waves stirred in Qi Chuan’s cloudy eyes: “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, like when you first started?”

“It will be longer.”

His voice was calm as he looked into the distance: “I hope that by the time I return, the tribe’s development has progressed further.”

As his voice fell.

Qin Jin’s mind stirred, triggering an ability unique to the Sacrificial Spirit profession.

Blessing!

Golden cloud mist rose, converging into water droplets, merging around Qi Chuan.

Because of the elder in front of him, Qin Jin had acquired the profession of Sacrificial Spirit when he first arrived in the Great Wilderness.

Sacrificial Fire Tribe is currently well-organized, largely thanks to him.

This was his reward.

As the blessing merged into his body, a comfortable feeling spread, but Qi Chuan’s expression remained unchanged. He looked at the oppressive Azure Thunder Profound Halberd earnestly and said, “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, please return safely.”

Hearing this, Qin Jin smiled silently, gently saying, “Rest assured.”

Qi Chuan followed the order to call the tribesman.

Qin Jin shifted his gaze to the front.

There, a little fellow was turning his eyes, secretly watching him.

“Shi Cang.”

Qin Jin uttered the little fellow’s name, stepped closer, and after reaching him, bent slightly, “How have you been recently?”

“Lord Sacrificial Spirit, I’ve learned a lot of things!”

He was not the least bit afraid, looking curiously at the changed appearance of the Lord Sacrificial Spirit.

Since the grand ceremony last time, where Qin Jin showed importance, he had almost become the clan pet within the Sacrificial Fire Tribe. Counting on his fingers, he said, “I’m really strong now, and I’ve learned many techniques.”

“Unfortunately, the uncles in the tribe refuse to teach me the Breathing Technique.”

Looking at such an innocent life, Qin Jin spoke gently, “The Breathing Technique is not something you can learn now.”

“If you learn it too soon, you might always remain this small and never grow up.”

“Ah?”

Hearing this, Shi Cang’s eyes first showed shock, but then he thought of something, and in a lowered voice, he said, “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, if I never grow up, can I always just drink the beast…”

“No.”

Qin Jin interrupted him.

Seeing the little fellow’s somewhat dejected look, Qin Jin smiled slightly, “I promise you, as long as you seriously take the medicinal baths and work hard to hone your vitality and strength, I’ll have them increase it for you.”

Shi Cang blinked, his eyes full of longing.

Seeing this, Qin Jin did not speak, letting his Spiritual Power extend out, halting before Shi Cang’s brow.

The abyss was still there, yet to be filled.

This only made Qin Jin even more expectant.

Through Ding Yang, he had confirmed that the Desolate People possessed a Special Talent. After so long of medicinal baths and not yet filling it, this could only mean that what lay within was surely extraordinary!

At this moment.

In the distance.

Qi Chuan brought another tribesman over.

Seeing this, Shi Cang called out brightly, “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, don’t forget what you promised!”

With that call, he jogged away, seemingly eager to diligently hone himself.

As Qi Chuan and the other tribesman approached, watching Shi Cang run off into the distance, Qi Chuan chuckled and said, “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, the little fellow has great talent. None of his companions in the medicinal baths can compare to him.”

Qin Jin nodded, looking at the tribesman brought over who was gazing at him with reverence, he said evenly, “Recall the route to the sacred land in your mind.”

Qi Ze had left a tribesman to guide him, but for Qin Jin, such a method was undoubtedly too slow.