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Chapter 892: Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, Heron Department

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

    There are not many vehicles, only seven or eight, but those people in leather clothes riding horses around are all young and energetic, and some of them are even only eleven or twelve-year-old children.

    At the front of the convoy was an old man in gorgeous costumes riding a yellow horse.

    He is an old man wearing a fiery red fox fur cap, with knife-like wrinkles on his forehead, his face is slightly purple, but a three-color brocade belt representing his identity is tied around his waist.  This is the mark of the first one.

    This place is already in the south of Tianlan Grassland.  This is a team of abrupt people going to the temple to pay tribute.

    "Tianlan Grassland" is what the Tuwu people call the Mulan Grassland, because the Tuwu people have always believed in the rumored "Tianlan Beast", and please regard it as the patron saint of their own family and worship it for generations, so the grassland has this  famous.

    ? Originally, the Turu people only occupied the southern half of the Zhengtianlan Grassland, but since they defeated the Mulan people in one fell swoop in the middle of the grassland thirty years ago, they have occupied the entire grassland ever since.  The power naturally rose by leaps and bounds, and the entire grassland was no longer invincible.

    Of course, the Tuhu tribe is so huge that there are countless internal tribes.  Small tribes ranging from hundreds of thousands of people to super tribes with hundreds of millions of people spread all over the grassland.  And because there were so many people who made contributions in the last holy war, many new independent tribes emerged.

    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 is located is such a micro-tribe differentiated from a large tribe.  Although it can also be called a tribe, in fact, the entire tribe only has 70,000 to 80,000 people.

    The old man's name was Yinglu, and he was extremely brave in battle when he was young. He defeated several small Mulan tribes in a row during the holy war, and captured many nobles alive, so he gained his current status.  But now he can't stand the ravages of the years, coupled with the hard work of these years, although he is only in his fifties, his body is already showing an old appearance.

    It was noon now, the old man looked at the scorching sun in the sky, then looked back at the young children in the convoy behind him, but heaved a long sigh.

    It stands to reason that no matter how big or small a tribe is, it must enshrine certain immortal masters.  Otherwise, in case of natural disasters and man-made disasters, encountering monsters, ordinary mortals cannot resist at all.

    However, such a new small tribe like them cannot recruit any immortal masters at all, and even the lowest-ranked immortal masters are unwilling to enter such a small tribe.

    After all, for immortal masters, the bigger and richer the tribe they join, the better they can provide sufficient resources for their cultivation.

    Some small tribes can still have some low-level immortal masters, but these immortal masters themselves were born in these tribes, or their aptitude for cultivation is poor, and the big tribes are unwilling to worship them, so they have no choice but to stay.

    The Heron tribe where the old man is located has not yet had the opportunity to train the immortal masters of his own tribe, so in recent years, he can only hire low-level immortal masters from neighboring tribes to help out with a lot of money.  But these fairy masters also demanded extremely high prices, and a few shots would cost the entire tribe a year and a half of income, which made the Heron tribe, which was not rich in the first place, even worse.

    Fortunately, the opening day, which comes once every twenty years, is finally approaching.

    Fei Lu, who had been concerned about this matter for a long time, naturally couldn't let it go.  Immediately led several tribal children 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 enshrine 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 it has become a place for cultivating 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 successful, those with lower aptitudes returned directly to the various tribes and were enshrined by the tribes, while those with a promising future were accepted as disciples by those high-level immortal cultivators for special training.

    Mortals who have not gone through the spirit opening ceremony are strictly forbidden to be taught by high-ranking immortal masters privately.

    There are not many 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 large and small tribes.

    As the only temple in the region, the larger the tribe is, the closer it is to the temple, while the Heron tribe is allocated far away because it is too small.  It takes three months to walk from the tribe to the temple.

    In desperation, as early as four months ago, Yinglu led the team and set off from the tribe.

    Speaking of the last spirit day, although he had already separated the tribe, he couldn't gather enough tribute, so he could only helplessly miss it.The young man with a strong body and a mighty face was startled when he heard the words, but he hurriedly agreed, then got off his horse, and walked cautiously towards the bushes more than twenty feet away.

    When he was only five or six feet away from the land of blue light, after a moment of hesitation, the young man subconsciously stopped his footsteps.

    "I don't know which fairy master is here? I'm from the Heron Department, and I'm here to see the true face of the fairy master." The young man seemed to have some status in the Heron Department, and his words were gentle, with a smile on his face.  Respectful look.

    However, there was still only a flash of light 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 about it for a while and then nodded silently at him. The young man suddenly gained a bit of confidence, and walked forward quietly.

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

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