Chapter 894 Tongtian Lingbao Heron Department

A convoy of more than thirty people was advancing alone on the endless prairie.

There were not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but the leather-clad men on horseback gathered nearby were all young and energetic, and some of them were even just children of eleven or twelve years old.

At the front of the motorcade was an old man in gorgeous clothing and riding a yellow horse.

He is an old man wearing a flaming fox fur hat, his forehead has knife-like wrinkles, his face is slightly purple, but he wears a three-color brocade belt around his waist that represents his identity. This is the mark of a first-rate novel.

This place is already the southern part of Tianlan Grassland. This is a team of unexpected people going to the temple to pay tribute.

"Tianlan Grassland" is the name of the Mulan Grassland by the Tuwu people. Because the Tuwu people have always believed in the rumored "Tianlan Beast" and requested it to be the patron saint of their tribe and support it from generation to generation, that's why the grassland has such a name. Famous.

Originally, the Tutu people only occupied the southern half of the Zhengtianlan grassland, but since they defeated the feuding Mulan people in a battle in the middle of the grassland thirty years ago, they have occupied the entire prairie ever since. The power naturally increased by leaps and bounds, and there was no rival in the entire grassland.

Of course, the Tuwu tribe is so large that there are countless internal tribes. Small tribes ranging from hundreds of thousands of people to super tribes with a population of hundreds of millions are spread across the entire grassland. And because there were so many people who made contributions in the last holy war, there were also many emerging independent tribes.

Some of these tribes are not small, while others are even more insignificant, with a population of only tens of thousands.

The "Heron Tribe" where the old man belongs is such a micro tribe that is separated from the large tribe. Although it can be called a tribe, in fact the entire tribe only has 70,000 to 80,000 people.

The old man's name was Yinglu. When he was young, he fought extremely bravely. During the Holy War, he defeated several small Mulan tribes and captured many nobles alive, which is why he achieved his current status. But now he cannot withstand the ravages of time. Coupled with all these years of hard work, although he is only in his fifties, his body is already looking old.

It was now noon. The old man looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the young children in the motorcade behind him, and sighed.

It stands to reason that no matter how big or small a tribe is, it must enshrine certain immortal masters. Otherwise, ordinary mortals would not be able to withstand any natural or man-made disasters or monsters.

But a new small tribe like theirs cannot recruit any immortal master at all. Even the lowest level immortal master is unwilling to enter such a small tribe.

After all, for immortal masters, the bigger and richer the tribe they join is the best, so that sufficient resources can be provided for their cultivation.

Some small tribes can still have some low-level immortal masters, but these immortal masters themselves are from these tribes, or their own qualifications and cultivation qualifications are poor, and the larger tribes are not willing to worship them, so they have no choice but to stay.

The Heron tribe where the old man belongs has not yet had the opportunity to cultivate immortal masters of its own tribe. Therefore, in recent years, if something happens, it can only pay a lot of money to hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes to help. However, these immortal masters also charge extremely high prices. A few attempts will cost the entire tribe less than half of a year's income, which makes the Heron tribe even worse.

Fortunately, the spiritual opening day, which comes every twenty years, is finally coming.

Feilu, who had been interested in this matter for a long time, naturally could not let it go. Immediately led several tribesmen who were found to have spiritual roots in the tribe to the Tianlan Temple closest to their tribe.

The Tianlan Temple was originally built to worship the Tianlan Holy Beast, but after so many years of evolution, it has become a holy place in the hearts of the Tuwu people and a place dedicated to training low-level immortal masters of the Tuwu tribe.

There are several high-level immortal masters in each temple who are responsible for teaching some basic cultivation methods. Once they have achieved success, those with lower qualifications will directly return to various tribes and be worshiped by the tribes, while those with promising training prospects will be accepted as disciples by high-level immortal cultivators and specially trained.

High-level immortal masters are strictly prohibited from privately teaching immortal skills to mortals who have not gone through the spirit-opening ceremony.

There are only a few of these temples, only sixty or seventy, but they are evenly distributed throughout the grassland, but each one is almost the center of a large area, surrounded by thousands of tribes, large and small.

As the only temple in the region, the larger the tribe, the closer it is to the temple. However, because the Heron tribe is too small, it is assigned an extremely far place. It takes three months to travel from the tribe to the temple.

In desperation, Yinglu led the team to set off from the tribe four months ago.

Speaking of the last Spirit Opening Day, although he had made the tribe independent, he couldn't collect enough tributes, so he could only miss it.

This time, Yinglu said he didn't want to miss it again.

Even if the entire tribe has to cut back on food and clothing in the next few years, it must have its own immortal master.

However, it is extremely dangerous for people like them to carry tribute across such a vast grassland.

After all, tributes are things of great use to immortal masters, and are extremely precious to almost mortals. There are many people with evil intentions who take this opportunity to rob weak teams, and even some immortal masters with evil intentions may take action. This is a common occurrence during the Spiritual Opening Days over the years.

The tribes closer to the temple were better off. They were finally afraid of the name of the temple and did not dare to be too presumptuous.

But a tribe as far away as them is extremely dangerous.

I heard that last time, a medium-sized tribe in this area had a nearly thousand-year-old elixir among its tributes. After the news leaked, the entire team mysteriously disappeared on the way to the temple. Not a single figure could be found.

As a result, many people spread rumors that a high-level immortal master from a large tribe was jealous of the treasure and therefore killed people to seize it. The people in the temple were naturally angry about this matter. I heard that they also sent the immortal masters in the temple to investigate, but for some reason they left it alone.

Therefore, although the tributes were ready this time, there was no immortal master to support the formation, which made the leader of the Heron tribe unable to sleep or eat well since his departure.

During the Spiritual Opening Day, the immortal masters of each tribe were equally busy accompanying the team to the temple. No one is willing to be hired even if he has the spirit stone. Occasionally, a few wandering immortal masters were hired by larger nearby tribes with large sums of money.

As the weakest tribal leader, Yinglu could only stare.

Thinking of this, the old man sighed and couldn't help but look back behind him.

Among the seven or eight carts behind him, four of them were filled with tributes, and the carts were all pulled by horses carefully selected from the tribe. These vehicles are also made of the strongest red birch wood in the tribe. Of course, in order not to attract attention, all the vehicles looked shabby and old.

Fortunately, these measures were taken, otherwise something might have happened long ago.

That's it. The last time we met a small group of wild wolves, there was almost attrition in the team.

But in order to break away from the wolves, the team had to abandon the two slowest cars before they could get here safely.

Although there was nothing valuable in those two cars, they were filled with most of the food for their group for the next two months. It seems that they have to take a break on the road these days.

I remember that in two days' journey, there was a canyon nearby.

There are very few people there, and there might be some buffalo, wild sheep, etc. that we can hunt back first.

Thinking of this, the old man turned back and touched the hardwood bow hanging on the saddle, with a look of contemplation on his face.

"Hey! What is that?" A clear female voice suddenly came from next to the old man, and the voice was full of surprise.

This was the voice of a pretty girl following closely behind the old man.

This woman's name is Yingshan, she is fifteen or sixteen years old. She is a junior of Yinglu and one of the few people in the tribe who have been tested to have spiritual roots. Naturally, he is favored by herons.

The old man was startled when he heard this and quickly looked up.

As a result, not far ahead, in a dense bush, there were indeed bursts of green light flickering, and it looked like there was something faintly inside. And he remembered clearly that before he looked back just now, there was no such light in that direction.

The old man's heart trembled.

As a tribal leader, he was naturally not unfamiliar with the spiritual light emitted by the immortal master when he cast spells.

Is there really an immortal master who wants to attack a team as poor as theirs?

Yinglu's heart sank, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the team behind him suddenly stopped. Everyone else also saw the green light in the bushes ahead, and their faces couldn't help but show a bit of panic and alertness.

The old man forced himself to rein in the reins calmly and stood still, but all kinds of thoughts were racing in his mind, thinking hard about how to protect himself.

But after a while, the old man realized something was wrong.

Although the green light in the bushes kept flashing, no immortal master showed up, and no magic spells were released.

Yinglu's eyes lit up, and he quickly looked at the bushes carefully. These bushes were so dense that one person could reach their roots, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.

"Tu Meng! Go over and see if there is really any immortal master there." After the old man's eyes flashed for a few times, he suddenly said.

"Yes, clan leader!" A young man with a strong body and a formidable face in the convoy was startled when he heard the words, but hurriedly agreed, then dismounted and carefully walked towards the bushes more than twenty feet away.

When he was only five or six feet away from the land of green light, the young man hesitated for a while and then subconsciously stopped his steps.

"I wonder which immortal master is here? We are from the Heron tribe, and we have come here to see the immortal master's true face." The young man seemed to have some status in the Heron tribe, and his words were quite polite, with a look on his face. A respectful look.

But there was still only spiritual light flowing in the bushes, and no sound came out. Seeing this, the young man couldn't help but look back at the old man.

The old man thought for a moment and looked back, then nodded silently at him. The young man suddenly felt confident and walked forward quietly.

When he reached the bushes, the young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and reached out to separate the bushes in front of him.

(First update!)