250: Chapter 250 Map

For an opponent like the White Giant Wolf, killing it or not killing it made no difference to Lin Qing.

Lin Qing was not short of Spirit Stone at the moment, and he did not need to kill the giant wolf to harvest Materials.

Moreover, strictly speaking, there was no deep hatred between the two parties.

Lin Qing put away his Dharma form, glanced casually at the White Giant Wolf, and was about to turn and leave when the White Giant Wolf hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

"Wait."

Lin Qing stopped again and looked at the giant wolf with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

The White Giant Wolf opened its mouth, and a palm-sized object floated out from it, slowly flying in front of Lin Qing; it was a snowy-white wolf tooth.

Yao Beasts were much purer than humans in certain aspects.

Back then, when Lin Qing helped the Old Turtle dispel its Five Elements hidden injuries, he harvested a turtle shell.

That turtle shell played a huge role in the Kunxu Secret Realm incident, and even now, the Old Turtle's true body was still protecting Dongxuan.

Now that Lin Qing had spared the White Giant Wolf, the other party also gave Lin Qing a token.

Presumably, its function was similar to that piece of turtle shell.

Although he could not think of any situation where he would use this token, Lin Qing still put it into his Storage Ring.

For these tribes rooted in the Southern Region, being attacked by Yao Beasts was simply too common.

When encountering such Yao Beasts whose strength was greater than the tribe's, the final result usually was that the Yao Beasts would leave on their own after hunting enough humans.

This time, under Lin Qing's intervention, the population lost by the tribe was much lower than they had expected.

Therefore, the tribe, having experienced a Yao Beast attack and simply tidying up afterward, actually started a banquet.

When Lin Qing returned to the tribe, Zhang Wang and Hua You had already naturally integrated into the banquet.

At first, they just stood aside very aloofly, but Lin Qing's battle did indeed last a bit too long.

Coupled with the aroma of roasted meat and fine wine continuously drifting into their nasal cavities, under the repeated persuasion of the tribe members, they ultimately joined in.

Of course, they also knew that Lin Qing would not encounter any danger, after all, the battlefield between the man and the beast had always been within the coverage of their Divine Thought.

"Fellow Daoist Yun."

After Lin Qing returned, the two quickly stood up, feeling a bit like they had been caught red-handed doing something bad.

Having experienced several hours of battle, Lin Qing also wanted to relax, so he said to the two of them:

"Go on."

Lin Qing came to sit beside the two, grabbed a jar of wine, and drank from it, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

Although this wine did not have any precious spiritual Materials, under the blessing of the primitive tribe's unique brewing process, the taste was extremely mellow.

Lin Qing's joining could be considered very abrupt.

Although Lin Qing had just swept across the sky above the tribe a few hours ago, how fast was a Level 11 Cultivator? They could not perceive it at all.

Up until now, those ordinary tribe members still thought that it was Zhang Wang and the other who had made a move to save them earlier.

Sitting beside Zhang Wang and Hua You, Lin Qing naturally wouldn't have anyone coming over to question his identity; the clansmen just silently served various delicacies to Lin Qing.

Eating roasted meat and drinking fine wine, the tribe's clansmen danced distinctive dances around the campfire.

Except for the dozen or so families who lost loved ones, a joyful atmosphere permeated the entire tribe.

They had survived for another day!

Watching the shirtless tribe warriors in the distance competing in drinking capacity, Lin Qing couldn't help thinking of Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao.

If it were her, she would definitely have joined in.

The banquet lasted for the better part of the night.

After it ended, Lin Qing came to a cliff beside the tribe.

The moonlight in the sky was bright, and he picked up the communication token, preparing to contact Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao and the others.

Unfortunately, he did not get a response.

This situation did not mean that Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao's side had encountered danger.

Currently, both parties were hiding their true identities; if outsiders were present, communication was indeed not very convenient.

Lin Qing himself often responded to Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao and the others' sound transmissions afterward.

Unless both parties had an emergency and activated the communication token multiple times, Lin Qing naturally did not do this.

He just thought of Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao and the others and intended to contact them by the way.

Not long after putting away the communication token, the sound of footsteps stepping on withered leaves came from behind.

Lin Qing did not look back; he knew that the tribe's priest had come over.

"Thank you, Milord, for saving our lives."

As the priest spoke, he was about to kneel again.

For an existence like Lin Qing who could suppress the wolf king from afar using Divine Thought, the priest could not think of any practical items to bring out as thanks for the time being; the only way he could think of was kneeling.

Lin Qing stopped him and then asked bluntly:

"I need information about your totem."

Lin Qing was not quite sure whether they also called that kind of Yao Beast a Lanwen Tapir, so he used the designation "totem."

However, the priest's next words made Lin Qing tense up.

"Reporting to Milord, our Lord Totem has already fallen."

Lin Qing suddenly turned around and stared at the priest.

"When did it die? Tell me in detail."

"It has been about a thousand years or so."

"Although I was already born back then, I didn't see it with my own eyes; the previous generation's priest told me."

"According to him, Lord Totem perished in the jaws of a White Giant Wolf."

Lin Qing's expression became peculiar.

The White Giant Wolf must be the one that fought him earlier.

The priest only had the Ninth Rank cultivation, so it was normal that he couldn't sense the previous battle.

"Are there any other clues?"

"Why doesn't Milord come home with me to take a look?"

Hesitating for only a split second, the priest said firmly.

His home was the exclusive residence of the priest passed down from generation to generation, containing much of the tribe's information and treasures handed down.

However, he knew that with Lin Qing's strength, there was no need for him to hide anything.

Afterwards, Lin Qing followed the priest to his home.

This was a cave, and the stone walls were also carved with many patterns, recording scenes of the tribe suffering attacks from Yao Beasts.

The entire cave was also arranged with a shielding Formation.

This Formation was obviously also passed down from the past, enough to resist Tenth Rank level Divine Thought probing.

A Divine Thought of Lin Qing's level was enough to forcefully invade, but he hadn't done so earlier.

On the stone wall at the very back of the cave was carved an even more exquisite Lanwen Tapir.

In front of the stone wall was also a tribute platform, with candles placed on both sides of the tribute platform, and right in the center was a rolled-up animal skin.

Noticing that Lin Qing placed his gaze on that roll of animal skin, the priest made a gesture of invitation, meaning that he could look at it freely.

Lin Qing was not polite either; he stepped forward, picked up the animal skin, and unfolded it.

Drawn on it was a map, and on the map were two most eye-catching markers.

One of them was the tribe itself, while the other marker was the image of the Lanwen Tapir.

This was impressively a map marking the lair of the Lanwen Tapir, showing that the lair was eighty million miles away from the tribe.

This tribe also had God Realm existences, and perhaps even had Tenth Ranks in the past.

Although it was in the crisis-ridden Southern Region, eighty million miles was not particularly far for the God Realm.

Although this map was thousands of years old, and the Lanwen Tapir had been dead for over a thousand years, Lin Qing still decided to go take a look.

After all, all he needed was the Lanwen Tapir molt; what if it really was in its lair?