Full-time Mage: I am Mo Fan's sister

Chapter 218 Let’s Get a Saint (laughs)
"Xiao Yanji, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Xiao Yan Ji's drowsy appearance, Mo Yingge was a little panicked, but Jiang Feng told her that this was caused by her absorbing too much energy, and Xiao Yan Ji would wake up once she had digested most of it.

This extremely pure flame energy is extremely beneficial to the growth of little Yan Ji, but just like eating too much all of a sudden, the little guy has to sleep to promote digestion, which is also the body's protection mechanism.

Jiang Feng also told her that after Xiao Yan Ji absorbed the benefits obtained this time, her strength would also see a big growth, and then she would be able to provide her with more help, instead of being unable to keep up with Mo Yingge like now and appearing to be a bit of a drag.

This is probably the reason why the little one is willing to sleep in order to absorb so much energy. My daughter has almost the same personality as me, and they are both very stubborn.

Little Yan Ji definitely doesn't want to be a little pendant on her mother's body forever. Instead, she wants to truly help Mo Yingge, so she will take the initiative to absorb a lot of energy.

Although this would be of great benefit to her, she didn't have to force herself.
"When little Yan Ji wakes up, she will probably have entered the growth stage. The young Yan Ji will have the strength of a great general. What will happen when she enters the growth stage!"

Mo Yingge smiled with her beautiful eyes and let the little guy return to the flame space to rest, digest and grow.

"Don't worry, this is probably because your contracted beast received the benefit and was forced to fall asleep." The old priest saw Mo Yingge's worry and explained to her.

I can only say that he is worthy of being an old wizard who has lived for many years. Even if he stays in this village, his knowledge is still broad.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts." Mo Yingge thanked him slightly, then changed the topic and finally asked about the most crucial point.

"Excuse me, what is going on here? I might need an explanation!"

"Child, I know you have a lot of questions that need to be answered. In fact, I have just figured out some important things. Let's talk slowly." The old priest did not shy away and sat down on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Mo Yingge followed suit and gently sat down cross-legged, placing the golden staff across her legs.

The wrinkles on the old priest's face were smoothed out with laughter. He stared at Mo Yingge with burning eyes and uttered words that made Mo Yingge almost stand up and run away:

"Take up this scepter, and you will be the saint of our village!"

"What?!!"

Mo Yingge almost jumped up. What did this mean? She could feel that the golden staff fit her perfectly, as if it should belong to her. She thought about it and guessed that the old priest would not let her take it away easily. However, she never thought that she would become a saint.

What era is this? It's a bit embarrassing to call her a saint.

"There's nothing we can do about it. If it were in the past, you would be the chieftain of our village now. But firstly, you are not originally from our village, and secondly, you certainly wouldn't be willing to stay in this small mountain village forever. You can only condescend to be a saint."

The old priest paid no attention to the turbulent waves in Mo Yingge's heart and just spoke his own thoughts.

In his opinion, this golden scepter was the symbol of power of the ancient ancestral tribal leader. Now Mo Yingge, who had restored the scepter to its true form, should be the true successor and the new tribal leader.

But times are indeed different now, and he can't force anyone to stay.

"Alas, I know that the title of Saint Maiden is not worthy of your dignity, but this is also the title of those who served the ancestral gods in ancient times. Please accept it!"

Finally, the old priest stared at Mo Yingge closely, with worry in his eyes. If Mo Yingge refused, he really didn't know what to do.

Although he had extremely advanced magical skills, the old priest stayed in the village all his life, believing in the rules passed down by his ancestors.

If it were in ancient times, Mo Yingge, who held the scepter, should have been the leader of all the tribes, but he was just a small leader of one of them, and his status was completely incomparable.

Mo Yingge was really panicked now. It didn't matter whether she was a saint or not. What she couldn't stand the most was being looked at by such a great magician with such worried and frightened eyes.

"I agree, please get up quickly!"

Before she finished her words, the old priest had already fallen to the ground, mumbling something in great excitement. Mo Yingge was startled and quickly helped him up.

"Lady Saint, you don't know that we lost the totem we were protecting a long time ago. We are guilty. I am so happy!"

The old priest burst into tears, and his usual dignified demeanor was completely thrown aside. As an old man who had devoted his entire life to the village, he loved the village too deeply, and he had no one to talk to. This outburst of emotion was a bit out of control. "Don't call me that, old man. You can be my grandfather, but I haven't asked for your name yet?"

Mo Yingge quickly changed the subject and smiled mischievously, so that the old man would not think about such messy things.

"Just call me Turi. No one has called me by my name for a long time, and I almost forgot it." The old priest replied with a smile.

"Grandpa Tuli, what is the totem holy spirit?" Mo Yingge asked.

"Those are the supreme beings in ancient legends that are incomparably powerful. It is their kind protection that allows us to survive, and our ancestors worship one of them. I can take you to see the murals in the cave in the back mountain, which record everything." The old priest said slowly.

"Then this scepter"

"It naturally belongs to you. You are the only one who owns it."

Before Mo Yingge finished speaking, the old priest shook his head.

The unrest has been resolved and some people have returned here.

Mo Yingge pulled the old priest up, as it was not a good idea to keep sitting on the ground.

"Let all the tribesmen come here. The unrest has subsided, and I also have an important announcement to make!"

The old priest's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, no matter where he was.

In fact, the turmoil caused by the Black Church did not harm anyone. It was all suppressed by the powerful strength hidden by the old priest. As soon as they appeared, they were already trapped in the mental mix woven by the old priest.

The people of the Black Church would never have imagined that an extremely powerful wizard was hiding in a small mountain village.

Mo Yingge collected the blue-robed man's corpse. This thing was very valuable. One human head was worth a Galaxy Vein!

The villagers came one after another and gathered here again.

They were all looking around, still terrified by the recent commotion, even though there were no casualties.

On the altar, the originally burning golden flames of the fire tree had long been extinguished.

The old priest surrounded Mo Yingge and asked her to go up to the altar.

"Who is that woman? How could she get on the altar?!"

Some villagers were very dissatisfied and shouted loudly.

"What are you shouting for? Didn't you see that it was the High Priest who asked her to go up?"

Some people are careful and discovered the clues.

"Isn't that the woman who rescued Dashan?"

Someone had also seen Mo Yingge and recognized her at this moment.

"Go up, this is the glory you deserve!" said the old priest with a smile.

Mo Yingge took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the altar.

There was wind under her feet, and it seemed as if she was walking on an invisible staircase. The sunlight shone on Mo Yingge's body, as if it had covered her with a golden gauze dress.

I wish all my book friends good health and longevity!

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(End of this chapter)