The situation of the two priests of the Qingfeng tribe is similar to that of the two priests of the Leishen tribe. The two priests, big and small, also have such difficulties. Why?
The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe has a garbage spiritual root that is a combination of thunder and gold; the small priest has only one spiritual root of thunder, which is pretty good. Both priests are high-level low-grade gods.
The problem is that the thunder element is also a mutated spiritual root. Without thunder element spiritual stones, how can we practice with chicken feathers?
"High Priest, news came from there that the Qingfeng Tribe and the Haifan Tribe have reached a long-term deal." Lei Bao, the chief of the Leishen Tribe, said.
"Spirit stones!" The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe was not stupid. Wasn't it his own Lushan branch that the charlatan attacked with the divine fire?
"High Priest, what should we do if we don't have Spirit Stones?" Lei Bao was naturally envious of being able to trade stones for precious coarse salt. As for what Spirit Stones were, it was none of his business. He was just the chief, his primary responsibility being to care for the lives of his tribe members.
Lei Bao naturally didn't understand the concept of cultivating spirits. Even the High Priest had never gotten a Spirit Stone, so how could Lei Bao know what one looked like?
"I might as well give myself to the Haifan tribe." The high priest's words almost shocked Lei Bao. Was the high priest so angry that he lost his mind?
"Master..." The little priest doesn't like to talk much. He is usually like a taciturn person and seems to have no sense of existence in the Thunder God Tribe.
"Don't we still have you in our Thunder God Tribe, Lei Ting? Your talent for cultivating gods is many times better than mine. In the future, the Thunder God Tribe will still rely on you. What's more, now, your cultivation has advanced to the high level of low-grade gods, the same as mine..." The high priest looked serious.
Lei Bao, the chief of the Thunder God Tribe, looked left at the High Priest, then right at the Lesser Priest. Lei Bao didn't understand what their cultivation levels were. The High Priest looked so serious. What did he mean? Was this serious?
Once the high priest is gone, Thunderstorm might not be able to adapt.
No matter how bad a cultivator is, he still has divine power. A low-level high-level cultivator like the high priest can create lightning several meters long with just a stretch of his hand, which is a very scary "miracle".
After all, the bosses in this area are all priests. It is a piece of cake for them to release their divine power and create real "miracles".
The little priest Lei Ting, with the cultivation of a low-level high-level divine master, could certainly create a "miracle" of several meters of lightning. However, Lei Ting was usually too low-key.
"That's it!"
Thunderstorm panicked, what the hell is this? If you really leave, what should I do?
"High Priest, I can't!" Lei Bao was almost in tears. It wasn't just because of the lightning 'miracle' issue. Do you think being the leader of a large tribe is easy? There were so many troubles. In the past, with the High Priest around, Lei Bao was better off. There was always someone above him who took responsibility, right?
If I really changed the little priest, wouldn't I have to worry about everything myself? I... can't handle it!
"High Priest, even if you give yourself to the Haifan Tribe, they won't give us salt for free." Lei Bao, the chief after all, reorganized his words and tried to persuade the High Priest, "I don't know the meaning of being a god-cultivator. How much benefit can the High Priest get from giving himself to that charlatan?"
Lei Bao almost said, "They don't want slaves anymore. Even if you're a god-cultivator, the Haifan tribe's god-cultivators are also god-cultivators, and the 'miracles' they create are even more terrifying. What's the point of having you?" When it comes to work, the high priest's small physique and lack of strength are no match for a strong slave.
"I'll go check out the Haifan Tribe first!" The High Priestess was determined. She had her own ideas. Theoretically, Lei Ting's cultivation had caught up with hers, and it was certain he would surpass her in the future. There really wasn't much point in her staying in the Thunder God Tribe anymore. So... she should be more conscious and make room for him sooner rather than later.
The high priest of the Thunder God tribe really left like this, alone, taking only a deer and some dry food.
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"Who? The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe?" Chun Wu's eyes widened. Although he had traded with the Thunder God Tribe many times, Chun Wu had never seen the high priest of the Thunder God Tribe.
"Yes, that's what she said herself. She came alone. She said she wanted to see us, the charlatan."
"Alone?" Chun Wu was even more surprised. The High Priest was the true leader of the Thunder God Tribe. Even their own shamans would bring a dozen or so guards with them when they went out.
Although Chunwu found it unbelievable, he still arrived at the trading area outside the wall. There were some large wooden houses here, which were mainly used to receive guests who came to trade. It was a fairly elegant place.
"Are you really the high priest of the Thunder God Tribe?" Primitive people are always straightforward.
"Hiss..." The high priest of the Thunder God tribe was even more decisive. He raised his hand and a cluster of lightning emerged.
"Uh..." Xia Wu was out of energy. This was obviously the method of an immortal cultivator. The things he did as a charlatan were even bigger than this, although they were not quite the same.
"Can you explain your purpose?" Chunwu asked tentatively.
The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe still remained silent.
Well! He is also a cultivator, and I am not on the same level as him. I should find a charlatan.
Thunder and lightning! Miracles! The High Priest of the Thunder God Tribe? Ma Yue was also confused.
Could it be that the high priest came in person to ask for the coarse salt from the Thunder God Tribe?
Was he trying to share his experiences and feelings about cultivating immortality? Ma Yue wasn't surprised to see a fellow cultivator here. Back then on the prairie, the old witch wielding a bone spear was even more powerful than Ma Yue at the time.
When I got here, someone knew that I needed spirit stones. If he wasn’t a cultivator, then what else could he be?
Just meet me, you're all alone, what can you do to me? I'm a martial arts master.
The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe arrived, and only Ma Yue and the high priest of the Thunder God Tribe were left in the single room of the wooden house.
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