"Divine man, can we cultivate divine power?" The second priest asked with a look of longing.
"I've checked, you don't have the spiritual roots bestowed by the Sea God, and you can't absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Oh, and the spiritual energy in these spiritual stones. Therefore, you can't practice."
After Ma Yue said this, the two priests were somewhat disappointed.
"I have also tested everyone in our tribe one by one, and none of them have spiritual roots."
After Ma Yue said this, the three chiefs and two priests gradually figured it out. The spiritual roots were given by the sea god, and of course they were not given to everyone.
As for why the people here had no spiritual roots, Ma Yue didn't understand. Perhaps the previous incarnation of this body also had no spiritual roots, but he had traveled through time and space and brought spiritual roots with him?
"Charlatan, has your divine power increased a lot?" asked the high priest.
"Yes, about twice as much." Ma Yue pretended to be cool and used his spiritual power to condense a flexible object. It flew out with a whoosh and hit the mountain wall at a distance of 20 meters. The rock was very hard, but the spiritual fire of the cultivator had burned a small hole in it.
Faced with such terrifying divine power, the three leaders and two priests once again prostrated themselves at the feet of the charlatan.
After all, his cultivation had increased, so releasing a few spiritual fires wouldn't consume too much energy.
To celebrate the charlatan's mastery, the three chiefs and two priests each received a plate of stir-fried pork and green onions, and they feasted with relish. It would have been even better if they had some wine. However, in this world, even grain can't be grown, and wine is made from grain, so where could they find it?
Even if there is grain, Ma Yue won't be able to make wine, right?
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