"God, your cultivation is higher than mine. I want to be your disciple!"
What the hell! What’s going on? Ma Yue was surprised.
"I don't have thunder spirit stones, and I don't know what my future as a god cultivator will be. You guide me, and in the future, I can do whatever you need me to do." The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe almost regarded himself as a slave, but the reputation of becoming a disciple was better.
"The problem is, I don't have any lightning spirit stones either."
"I can't find a future in cultivating gods, so I can only rely on your guidance." The high priest of the Thunder God Tribe was determined to become a disciple. The Thunder God Tribe had its own disciple, Lei Ting, and it was enough for them. There was nothing else to worry about. From then on, the high priest of the Thunder God Tribe wanted to cultivate gods himself.
Primitive people respected strength, and the same principle applies to spiritual cultivators. Ma Yue's cultivation was high, so the high priest of the Thunder God Tribe naturally had to be respectful and take him as his disciple, which was reasonable.
"What's your name?"
"Lei Qing!"
"Thunder and..."
"Gold!"
No wonder, Ma Yue nodded. One mutant spiritual root plus one gold spiritual root was comparable to the aptitude of three spiritual roots. On top of that, thunder cultivation resources were even harder to find. The fact that Lei Qing had reached the late stage of warrior cultivation was already a miracle.
It's hard to believe that the high priest of Lei Qing's Thunder God Tribe is only twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. Lei Qing still has a general idea of the concept of "age", at least, he is no more than twenty-nine.
Something seems to be wrong... With such crappy spiritual roots, even though the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this primitive world is so abundant, how can one cultivate to the late stage of warrior at the age of 29?
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