"I asked about the rock armor red monitor lizard because I came to the southwest to study the demonic beasts here. As for collecting poisonous mushrooms, they're going to be used as specimens." Chen Qing explained to Dong Qingtang.

Of course, it was actually because the mushrooms required by the book "The Bottom of the Secret Mushroom Soup Pot" were all poisonous mushrooms, so Chen Qingcai picked those colorful and terrible wild mushrooms.

According to its description, this is to fight poison with poison and neutralize the toxins in the flesh of the rock carapace red monitor lizard. Although Chen Qing felt flustered, he still did it.

However, his sincere panicked words had no effect on Dong Qingtang. Words can be modified, but inner emotions cannot.

Miss Dong, who has a super sixth sense, revealed to him in minutes: "You are running the train with your mouth full of words, and you don't have a word of truth."

After speaking, he turned his head and ignored Chen Qing.

After being silent for a while, Chen Qing pondered his words for a moment and said, "I'm really not refining strange pills, and I won't harm myself, I collect these things for other purposes."

This is all the truth, although it is only a part of the truth, but Dong Qingcheng can no longer perceive the problem.

"Let's ask Senior Sister Nanxi to take us to Nanyu Village for a while. If the two of them ask together, the senior sister will definitely not refuse.

If I propose it alone, and you oppose it, there is no hope. Please, please, help, Big Orange!" Chen Qing clasped his hands together and raised them above his head, shaking for a while.

"Alright then...... For your sake, praise me." Dong Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to his request.

"Hehe, you're the best, big beauty, big beauty, big smart......" Chen Qing laughed, and quickly patted the ass again.

"Clever? If you don't know how to boast, you can praise less, but you scold me?" Dong Qingcheng's face was black, and he was about to knock Chen Qing's head. ……

South Nest Village.

It has been inhabited by the Wu people for generations. They are hospitable, but they are also stubbornly xenophobic.

The former refers to the fact that people who come to the village to play and visit are welcome and warmly welcomed.

The latter refers to the preference for maintaining all kinds of primitive and ancient traditions, refusal to live outside the forest, refusal to intermarry with foreigners, and to a considerable extent rejection of modern facilities.

In addition, they also have a set of cultivation methods that are completely different from the mainstream martial arts-Symbiotic Refining.

And today is the day to decide whether the school-age children in the village can cultivate.

Eight young boys and girls waited in the central square of the village with apprehension, waiting for the patriarch to come out and announce the results.

Their parents and other members of the clan stood on the steps on the outskirts of the square, also waiting.

As the sun sets, torches are lit around the square. Finally, an old man with a white goatee and a complicated turban on his head walked down the wooden staircase in front of the square on crutches.

He was followed by a lean man, holding a tray in both hands with a respectful expression.

When the old man stood beside the incense table in the square, the lean man in his thirties put the tray on the desk and lifted the red cloth on it—inside were eight small white porcelain wine cups.

He retreated to the right side of the desk opposite the old man, and shouted loudly, "The coming-of-age ceremony of the Wu clan in Nanyu Village, begin—worship the witch god!"

Hearing this, the eight young men and women in the center of the square knelt on their knees, and their upper bodies began a strange and wild worship action.

When they had done this, the lean man shouted again, "Patriarch!"

Then the old man with the goatee on the left stepped forward slowly, took a white porcelain wine cup from the tray, and read the name engraved on it: "Lan Ling'er."

In the middle of the square, a young girl with a double ponytail stepped out of the group and came to the patriarch.

The patriarch's right index finger dipped into the wine cup, stained it with a touch of blood, and drew a strange symbol on the girl's forehead.

He opened his mouth covered by a white beard, and the old voice slowly spat out, "Witch God bless! You have survived the years of your birth safely, and today, you are an adult."

Unlike ordinary Xuanguo people, who take eighteen as an adult, in the Wu Clan, men reach adulthood at the age of sixteen, and women reach adulthood earlier. Out of preferential treatment for minorities, this is recognized by the laws of the Xuan Kingdom.

However, the girl who accepted the rite of passage was not happy, but was full of frustration. Because there is blood in the wine cup that belongs to her, it means that she has not been chosen by the witch god and cannot cultivate.

She bowed down to the patriarch and thanked him, "Thank you to the witch god for your blessing, and thank you to the patriarch and grandfather for his blessing."

The old patriarch nodded slightly, signaling that she could leave.

The girl walked to the side a little dejected, with tears in her eyes, and threw herself into the arms of a young man in his thirties.

At this time, the patriarch called out the next name. This time it was a sixteen-year-old boy, but he was still not selected, and his forehead was painted with a blessing symbol of another style, and he left the scene gloomily.

Immediately after, the old patriarch picked up the third cup: "Lan Xiaoqi."

A young girl with a single braid walked out of the crowd and stepped forward to salute. A different ritual has finally appeared.

The old patriarch pinched the wine cup in both hands and turned it upside down, and not a drop of blood came out of it. A kind smile finally appeared on his wrinkled face, "Congratulations, child, you are not only an adult, but you have also become a god."

The girl's eyes were wide open, her small mouth was slightly open, and her face was full of surprise. It took a while to calm down, and she hurriedly bent down to thank you, "Thank you to the witch god for your favor!"

After saying that, she did not leave the scene like the two people before, but took two steps sideways and stood behind the lean man.

There was a commotion in the crowd around the ceremony, and everyone began to talk to each other and whisper. Many people looked at a couple on the steps on the left, their eyes full of envy.

The ceremony continued, followed by another boy who was not chosen......

Soon, all the school-age children have completed the rite of passage. And the final result was that only the girl named Lan Xiaoqi before and a teenager named Lan Du later, a total of two people became gods who could cultivate.

The old patriarch turned to face the old incense case, knelt down tremblingly, and performed the strange set of worship.

At this point, the whole ceremony was over, and the villagers who watched the ceremony began to disperse.

And the old patriarch stood up and said to the lean man standing on the right side of the incense case:

"Ada, you take the two children to the Witch Temple and explain to them the precautions for entering the Holy Cave tomorrow.

Then let them rest early and recuperate. I'm going to prepare the herbs I'm going to use tomorrow."

"Yes, Patriarch." The lean man Ada pressed his left chest with his right hand and bowed slightly.

After speaking, he led the two young boys and girls to the cliff at the back of the village.