I became a saint in the game

Chapter 165

"This"

Looking at the small gourd, the Fire Crow leader narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you, a Central Plains person, kidding me?"

The unfriendly tone made the surrounding guards immediately draw their scimitars and point them at Chen Shicheng. People who heard the noise in the distance also drew their bows and arrows with murderous looks on their faces.

Chen Shicheng was stunned by the look of a formidable enemy, and he quickly shook the gourd in his hand, "This..."

But before he could finish, the guard who brought him in came forward with a look of humiliation on his face, and without saying a word, he cut his face with a knife in front of him, "Chief, I have brought shame upon you, let me wash away your shame with my blood!"

I am!

Chen Shicheng was stunned and for a moment he didn't know how to describe such a cruel guard.

You're just leading the way, is there any need to be so bitter and resentful?
And I haven't even said anything yet, but you're acting so hostile. Are you a histrionic person?

Looking at the guard walking towards him with a murderous look on his face, he sighed, and his Jindan stage true energy instantly burst out. The hem of his clothes moved without wind, and his extremely powerful aura pressed towards everyone.

The expressions of everyone present, except the chief of the Fire Crow tribe, suddenly changed, and they looked at Chen Shicheng with horror.

"Can you let me finish what I'm saying?" Chen Shicheng opened the gourd speechlessly, letting the strange fragrance of Tai Sui's blood float out. "This is a container-type magic weapon with a large space. Do you understand?"

The Fire Crow leader waved his hand and asked the people around him to leave. His expression also eased a lot. "I'm sorry, they are also a little anxious about the matter of our tribe's sacred tree. I hope you can forgive me."

The clan leader did not expect that this Central Plains man who looked extremely young was actually a Jindan-stage cultivator, whose realm was only slightly lower than his.

Although it would not pose any threat to him, for the sake of the possible blood of the monster, he had to bow his head temporarily, even if the other party was surrounded.

Chen Shicheng glanced at the guard with a cut face with displeasure, poured out a drop of Tai Sui blood from the gourd, and flew rapidly towards the patriarch wrapped in true energy, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

The patriarch didn't care. He casually stretched out a finger to catch the flying blood drop, and then put it into his mouth without even looking at it.

"Ok?"

He frowned at first, as if he could tell that the quality of Tai Sui was not high.

But then, the energy contained in Tai Sui's blood burst out on the tip of his tongue. The powerful vitality even gave his old body a new vitality, and even the poisonous insects in his body were ready to move.

"This this."

"Just tell me whether this can meet your requirements?" Chen Shicheng said impatiently.

"Of course you can. I wonder how much of this blood you have?" the patriarch asked excitedly.

Chen Shicheng took a look at the Tai Sui's blood in the gourd. Because of the Ao blood, Tai Sui was bleeding heavily this time. Five or six minutes of blood collection allowed him to harvest nearly thirty kilograms of fresh blood.

Although it was easy to get, he could not reveal all his cards at once, so he still kept some in reserve.

"About ten kilograms. Is that enough?"

"Ten pounds."

The clan leader estimated the amount of blood needed to divide the Fusang branch, and compared it with the vitality in Tai Sui's blood, and looked embarrassed.

This number is very subtle. It can just restore the Fusang branch to a critical point, but it cannot fully restore the sacred tree. However, with the blood of some monsters that the tribe already has, it should be able to barely heal it. As for whether Chen Shicheng has more Tai Sui blood in his hands?

As soon as he took a sip, he knew that this blood was produced by some kind of spiritual medicine that had become essence. It was extremely precious. It was already a blessing to have ten kilograms of it, and he couldn't ask for more.

"Ten kilograms is ten kilograms. You have completed this mission. I will ask the tattoo artist in the tribe to prepare it. You can choose the tattoo yourself."

The clan leader sighed and waved to the guard next to him, handing him a wooden sign. "Take this fellow Taoist to the tattooed grandmother later."

After saying this, he looked at the gourd in Chen Shicheng's hand expectantly, the meaning was self-evident.

"Don't look at me. This gourd is a magic weapon. I can't give it to you. Please prepare a container." Chen Shicheng said speechlessly.

"Indeed. Sorry."

The clan leader quickly patted his head and asked someone to bring out a large wooden basin from the stilt house and place it in front of Chen Shicheng.

Chen Shicheng did not hesitate and began to pour the blood of Tai Sui into the basin. However, when the clan leader looked at him eagerly, he suddenly stopped and asked, "By the way, clan leader, I have something to ask you."

"You ask!"

"I wonder if you've ever heard of a group of rats coming from the north?"

When Mr. Gray in the mask heard this question, he quickly pricked up his ears and stared at the patriarch with his small eyes.

"Rat clan?"

The chief thought for a moment and shook his head. "There are countless races in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but only a few are well-known. I have never heard of the Rat Tribe from the north."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hui Si's mood immediately became a little depressed, and even Chen Shicheng felt that sense of lowness.

Chen Shicheng didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only continue to speak, "I wonder if the clan leader could ask for me. This matter is very important to me."

"Okay, I'll have someone ask around. As long as they're sure this rat tribe exists, there will definitely be clues."

It was just a matter of gathering information, not committing suicide. It was a piece of cake for the Fire Crow Tribe, and the tribe leader agreed to it without any hesitation.

After getting the promise, Chen Shicheng did not hesitate and directly handed over the agreed ten kilograms of Tai Sui blood, and then he was discarded.

The chief happily left with a wooden basin full of blood, apparently to treat the hibiscus branches, while he was led by the guards to the edge of the village.

Soon, the two arrived at the tattooed grandma's residence one after another.

Unlike the locals, the tattooed grandmother does not live in the stilt house used here, but in a farmhouse with a completely different style. There is also a vegetable garden in the yard, planted with common vegetables.

The guard went forward and knocked on the door first, and then a white-haired old woman came out. She looked extremely kind and amiable, but she didn't seem to be a local mountain dweller. Instead, she looked more like someone who came from the Central Plains.

After explaining the matter of the tattoo clearly, the guard showed the clan leader's wooden sign and left without looking back, leaving Chen Shicheng standing there awkwardly.

But soon, the tattooed grandmother broke the silence, "I haven't seen anyone from the Central Plains for a long time. Come in quickly."

It seemed that Chen Shicheng's dressing style reminded the tattooed mother-in-law of something emotional. After looking at him, she warmly invited him into the house.

(End of this chapter)