This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 563 - 49: The Calamity of the Sacrificial Spirit_3
Chapter 563: Chapter 49: The Calamity of the Sacrificial Spirit_3
“We… have no objections,” seeing Lu Qingshan convince them with reason, the cultivators could only mutter.
Of course, what truly persuaded them was the strength that Lu Qingshan had demonstrated.
Under the circumstances just now, in their eyes, Lu Qingshan’s lack of denial was tantamount to an admission.
Coupled with his previous astounding performance of killing the Sacrificial Spirit with a single slash, the Youxiong cultivators were already convinced that this magician from the Youxiong clan, Youxiong Hao, must have had an incredible adventure, enhancing his strength significantly.
“If you have any objections, you should voice them. You all said you had none.
Since there are no objections, if anyone acts against this agreement later, do not blame me for disregarding our kinship,” Lu Qingshan said with satisfaction, settling the matter with finality.
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“You’re the only one who gets to talk whether it’s good or bad,” the Youxiong cultivators brooded in their hearts, “If you really wanted our opinions, why would you draw your sword?”
“Understood!” the Youxiong cultivators responded loudly.
“You all go back first. I need to discuss some details with my brother alone.” Seeing that the overall situation had been settled in just a few words, the visibly annoyed Youxiong Clan Leader had no choice but to accept his fate reluctantly.
After the Youxiong cultivators had all left, the Youxiong Clan Leader, looking at the Sacrificial Spirit now nothing more than a corpse lying on the ground like mud, said somberly, “This was our clan’s Sacrificial Spirit…”
Lu Qingshan turned a deaf ear, “It’s so simple to control the situation. Why did the Clan Leader struggle so much with this Sacrificial Spirit, even needing my brother’s help?”
There’s really no need to be so involved…
The Youxiong Clan Leader had complaints in his heart he wished to express, hesitated for a moment, but then helplessly bowed and said, “Brother, your reproach is right.”
“How many days has Jilu given us?”
“Ten days,” sighed the Youxiong Clan Leader, “I was wondering why they would give us so much time to negotiate.
Now it seems, one reason is to make us lose our courage in lengthy debates…”
Such impulsive words of courage are not false.
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Throughout history, many acts of great bravery, indifferent to life or death, occurred in moments of heated impulse. If there had been enough time to weigh the pros and cons, many might not have had the courage.
“The other reason might be to give the Sacrificial Spirit time to operate.”
Lu Qingshan expressed agreement with the Youxiong Clan Leader’s assessment and glanced at the Clan Leader’s well-built chest, nodding his head.
Not the type who’s all brawn and no brain.
“Now, you do as I have instructed…” Lu Qingshan pondered for a moment, then began to slowly outline his thoughts.
As Lu Qingshan revealed his plans, the Youxiong Clan Leader’s face alternated between shades of green and white, constantly changing.
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At dawn, the morning sky shimmered brilliantly.
The Youxiong Tribe was located in a basin surrounded by high mountain gorges.
The basin was neither too large nor too small, just enough room for the thousands of members of the Youxiong Tribe to live, with each household made of stone houses.
This also showed that the bloodline of the Barbarians was indeed extraordinary, for a tribe of several thousand people to have produced two Void Refining Cultivators, the Sacrificial Spirit and the Clan Leader.
Gazing across, many children from the Youxiong Tribe were playing in an open area.
Usually, at this time, there would be cultivators from the tribe who would be guiding these children in cultivating their Qi-Blood.
But recently, as the tribe was at a vital point of life and death, the cultivators simply did not have the inclination for this.
The Youxiong Clan Leader was leading Lu Qingshan toward the back mountain.
There lay the dwelling place of the Youxiong Tribe’s Sacrificial Spirit.
It was Lu Qingshan’s request to see the heavily injured Youxiong Tribe Sacrificial Spirit.
In the Barbarian Wilderness, the strength of a clan depended on three things.
First, the cultivation of the clan’s Sacrificial Spirit and Clan Leader.
Second, the population of the clan – the more people, the more cultivators.
Third, the rank of the Sacrificial Spirit.
Demon Beasts have formidable bodies and live far longer than humans of the same rank, protecting a clan for thousands of years. If they could sire offspring, once grown, these could take over the responsibilities of the Sacrificial Spirit. No wonder it’s said that the Sacrificial Spirit is the most important foundation of a Barbarian tribe.
“Usually, it’s the Sacrificial Spirit who communicates with the Spirit. I don’t have much contact with it,” the Youxiong Clan Leader said while leading the way.
Each clan’s Clan Leader and Sacrificial Spirit have clear duties.
The Clan Leader practices Body Cultivation, has unparalleled combat power, and is responsible for leading the people and handling the grunt work.
The Sacrificial Spirit, a Beast Cultivator, is responsible for raising and training the Sacrificial Spirit and even choosing it.
The Youxiong Tribe’s Sacrificial Spirit was personally contracted by the clan’s former Sacrificial Spirit.
As soon as Lu Qingshan stepped into the back mountain, he encountered an awful smell.
It was an unpleasant odor, a mixture of excrement and blood.
Along the way, the sound of agonizing roars could intermittently be heard.
“The injuries suffered by the Sacrificial Spirit are very severe,” the Youxiong Clan Leader whispered to Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan nodded to indicate he understood.
The two continued walking to the deepest part.
A massive figure came into view.
It was a fearsome bear demon beasts, standing ten Zhang tall, its fierce majesty chilling to the bone.
Yet, at this moment, the bear demon’s expression was one of pain.
Lu Qingshan’s pupils contracted.
There was an extremely large blood hole in the abdomen of the bear demon, with blood profusely flowing out from it.
The sheer amount of blood was such that puddles of blood had even formed on the ground beneath it.
