Food delivery services are available in every world, and the big shots are going crazy for me.

Chapter 302 The Dragon Head?

"Little sister!" An Xinghui grabbed Mo Qianxun's hand.

Mo Qianxun gave him a reassuring look and then looked at the High Priest: "High Priest, when can we learn the sacrificial dance? We only have one day."

“The sacrificial dance is easy to learn, there’s no rush. Let’s light some incense first.” The high priest beckoned to the two of them.

An Xing looked back at Mo Qianxun and saw Mo Qianxun nodding at him, so it seemed that there was no danger in this matter.

The two men each held three incense sticks, bowed to the bone, and then stuck the incense sticks into it.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded: the six incense sticks began to burn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The incense of the high priest was still burning slowly, but the incense of Mo Qianxun and An Xinghui burned out in just a few breaths.

"It seems the master is quite satisfied with you. Come on, I'll teach you the sacrificial dance!" The high priest walked excitedly toward the door.

An Xinghui pulled Mo Qianxun along behind, looking at her with some concern: "Qianxun, is this really okay? Isn't this incense burning a little too fast?"

Mo Qianxun glanced back at the incense and smiled, "It's alright."

"008, that skull..."

[Host, you guessed it?]

"It looks somewhat similar, so, is it real?"

[That's right! The golden dragon skull is the head of the guy who slapped me in here.] 008 stared at the skull for two seconds, then glared at it. That annoying thing! Why can't you just talk things out? You have to slap me! It's so annoying.

"Then this high priest..."

[That's a bit unclear. The high priest's ancestor also arrived in this village suddenly, and for some reason, we can't find any trace of him before he came to the village.]

"Oh? That's interesting." Mo Qianxun turned back to look at the skull again.

"Little sister, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with that skull?" An Xing touched his arm and for some reason, he had goosebumps. Was it because his clothes weren't thick enough?

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, that skull looks a bit strange."

An Xinghui glanced back and said, "Indeed, that skull looks a bit like a dragon's skull from mythology. But how could there be a dragon in this world? It must be a replica." An Xinghui didn't seem to care.

Mo Qianxun gave a mysterious smile: "Perhaps!"

Upon entering the courtyard, the high priest's excitement had subsided, leaving only a solemn expression.

"The sacrificial dance is simple in some ways, but difficult in others. You only have one day, so it's impossible for you to learn its essence."

An Xinghui quickly raised his hand: "We only need to learn a little bit, just enough to be able to dance along for a while."

The high priest nodded: "Yes."

The following morning, Mo Qianxun and An Xinghui spent their time learning the sacrificial dance.

I thought the sacrificial dance was just like a shamanistic ritual, but I only realized how difficult it was after I started learning it.

After a morning, An Xing rubbed his shoulder and said, "It's strange. This dance only seems to have a few moves and doesn't involve much exercise, so why does my shoulder feel so sore?"

Mo Qianxun massaged his shoulders and channeled some spiritual energy into them, saying, "Maybe it's because you're not used to it yet. We'll get used to it after we practice more." An Xinghui felt that his shoulders were no longer sore after Mo Qianxun massaged them a couple of times, "Hmm? Little sister, your shoulder massage skills are pretty good. I feel much less sore now."

"Right!" I infused some spiritual energy into your body, so of course you won't feel any soreness.

At this moment, the cameraman walked over and whispered, "Teacher An, Teacher Qianxun, we need to go to the assembly point first."

“Okay, coming right away.” An Xing stood up, stretched his body, and looked at the little boy: “Song-ge’er, we’ll go to the assembly first. Could you please tell the High Priest that we’ll come back this afternoon to continue practicing?”

Song Ge'er, who was practicing his horse stance, nodded: "Okay, I understand, you guys go ahead!"

On the way to the meeting, Mo Qianxun suddenly remembered the matter of calling people together that morning.

"008, what's going on? Didn't they say they were calling for reinforcements? Where are they?"

【(#-.-)Host, do you want to use your divine sense to scan around here? There are so many cultivators hiding around, didn't you sense them?】008 looked at a rooftop where a man was sitting casually eating a banana.

"Huh? Have we all arrived?" Mo Qianxun subconsciously used her divine sense to sense her surroundings and indeed found several familiar auras. She looked up and saw that they were acquaintances.

Seeing that Mo Qianxun had discovered him, Ling Feng smiled and waved to her.

The first rule of pursuing a girl: Never let her think you are too aloof, otherwise she will think you are unattainable and she will not dare to approach you easily.

Ling Feng: I don't think I count.

Everyone: You... don't count?

Mo Qianxun looked at Ling Feng, who was waving enthusiastically at her, silently shifted her gaze, and pulled An Xing away without looking at him.

That's so stupid, so stupid! I absolutely can't let anyone know I know him.

Ling Feng: ...Something seems a little off.

After rejoining the main group, Mo Qianxun saw the six people who had been separated all morning. At this moment, the ease they had shown in the morning was gone, and each of them seemed to be forcing a smile.

An Xing looked at them with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with you two? You seem to have something on your mind?"

Xu Yingdi and the others looked at An Xinghui and Mo Qianxun, who had normal expressions, opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, all the fans from the individual live streams were gathered in the main live stream room.

That's terrifying, that's terrifying.
[Those chefs are so fierce! It feels like they'd eat us alive if we didn't make it.]
[Huh? What did you all see? I feel like An Gou seems to be just a little tired, nothing else?]

Mo Qianxun looked at Xu Yingdi and the others, remaining silent for a moment. They all had some black energy on them, more or less. What was this black energy, where did it come from, and why was it clinging to them?

Mo Qianxun looked at Ling Feng's position: "008, go and tell Brother Feng about the situation here."

【Alright, host!】008 flew towards Ling Feng with a whoosh.

"Xinghui, are you alright?" Zhao Qing looked at An Xinghui with some concern.

An Xing shook her head: "We're fine, we're just a little tired from practice. What happened to you guys?"

Zhao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, then said indignantly, "Don't even mention it! We won the wood carving competition, and we finally found a wood carving master, but who knew he would be so strict? Chen Kai and I have never been involved in art, so the things we made are bound to be a little... a little ugly. But he doesn't have to scold us like this!"

(End of this chapter)