413 Crystal Fusion! (1/2)
The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe was now ashen pale. He stared at the sky with a blank look and a bittersweet smile appeared on his lips. He knew that he would definitely die, and he could not blame anyone for this. If it was not because of his own greed over the Shaman Crystals that caused him to try and destroy White Bull Tribe, he would have not brought such a disaster on his own head.
By his side, most of his tribe members who had offered up their hearts had died. The remaining few old people were by the Patriarch’s side, and their faces were ashen, their presences weak.
”Patriarch, please cast the Spell quick. We’re begging you. Don’t stall anymore. We have to cast the Spell quick, according to the Spell our ancestors left for us. You won’t die…” There was a middle-aged man kneeling before the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe at the moment, and that man was speaking anxiously.
”I have to die. If I don’t die, then their grudges won’t disappear… If I can buy the tribe’s peace with my death, then there is at least value in my death!
”This is my fault… I shouldn’t have been greedy for the Shaman Crystals… Ha…” the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe said in a pained voiced. He had lived for a long time and was the Patriarch of a tribe, so he was definitely not a stupid person. He knew perfectly well that this time he had to die!
”Patriarch!” Sorrow filled the middle-aged man and the other tribe members’ faces.
”Enough, this is already decided! Once I die, take out the three sacred feathers of our tribe and offer it to the man… Use them in hopes for exchanging for the tribe’s safety… and then… take our people away. We will have to migrate before the date.
”From now on, you are the Patriarch of your tribe…” Blood poured down from the Patriarch’s lips as he looked at the middle-aged man kneeling before him.
Grief was clear on the man’s face. He did not speak.
”Remember this. Do not think about taking revenge…” The Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe gave a broken smile and he fell to the side, dead.
He could originally live, but he could not. He could have not died, but for the tribe, he had to die.
As he died, the old men who had lost their hearts also breathed their last. Most of the powerful Shamans in Black Crane Tribe were gone.
When Su Ming’s Nascent Soul returned, he saw the Patriarch’s corpse and the members of Black Crane Tribe kneeling down on the ground under the lead of a middle-aged man once they saw him.
With a calm expression, Su Ming charged towards the deep pit in the ground. After the burning of an incense stick, his clone slowly flew up from the pit.
”Sir, please forgive us… We are willing to offer you our tribe’s sacred items…” Once Su Ming flew out, with sorrow on his face, the middle-aged man from Black Crane Tribe lifted his arms high in the air. There was a stone plate in his hands, and there were three black feathers on it.
There were waves of pressure spreading from those three feathers. Yet compared to the feather Su Ming obtained previously, they were insignificant.
Su Ming swept his gaze past the three feathers coldly. He did not look at the middle-aged man but towards the dead Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe.
He remembered that the old man had not died when his heart was eaten by the small crane. Clearly, there was some sort of secret in Black Crane Tribe’s offering that allowed the people who made sacrifices to continue living.
However, the old man still died… Su Ming closed his eyes. When he reopened them a moment later, understanding appeared in his eyes.
”He paid the price, so I’ll let it go!” Su Ming averted his gaze and looked towards the normal tribe members in the tribe. Then he walked towards the air and turned into a long arc that gradually disappeared into the horizon.
He did not take the three feathers. Those things were useless to him, but to a small tribe that lost most of their powerful warriors, the use of those feathers was great.
Su Ming was not the type to kill everyone and spare no one. His grudge had disappeared when the Patriarch of Black Crane Tribe and the other powerful warriors died.
Su Ming sat in his cave abode in the mountain range and held the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his hands. There was a long gash on his arm. The blood there had dried up, and there was a variety of emotions on his face.
If anyone took a closer look, then they could see that the size of the Wind Crystal of Inheritance had shrank slightly!
”When Madam Ji brought out the red ring that day, she took it out from a bone. With that method, she managed to use the ring…
”Else, she wouldn’t have had to suffer so much and could have just put it on her finger,” Su Ming mumbled under his breath.
”I tried putting this thing in the gash on my arm earlier, and when I circulated my Qi, I managed to absorb some of it… but I only managed to absorb a little of it. It wasn’t particularly useful…” Su Ming held the Wind Crystal of Inheritance in his hands in a tight grip, then gritted his teeth.
‘Oh well, I’ll try it with my original idea, but I won’t do it here. We’re at room temperature here. If I use this method, I’ll lose too much blood.’ Su Ming stood up and took a deep breath before he lifted his head to look at the Fire Ape crouching and leaning against a wall. His lips curled up in a smile.
The Fire Ape also looked at Su Ming and bared its teeth as if it was smiling at him. It looked rather excited.