My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 62 The Specialty of the North is the Dead

What the heck?

A great sweater?

Vichy couldn't help but look at Shi Qing, somewhat at a loss.

How did she become the Khan of the Feathered People? Doesn't this appointment seem a bit abrupt?

Before she could finish speaking, the winged girl suddenly spoke.

"The High Priest said that when the ley line storm rages, the Great Khan will come to the dome with his maidens!"

maid......

For a moment, Vishih was a little flustered, his face turning red. It turned out that the sweaty man wasn't talking about him, but about his teacher.

Oh well, I was just being presumptuous.

Shi Qing made no attempt to respond to the winged man.

"Let's go, Vichy."

In an instant, Shi Qing used his escape technique to sweep up Vishi and disappear from the winged girl's sight.

"Why?"

"A big sweater?"

The girl was bewildered and at a loss.

......

Three hundred miles away from the dome, in a small outpost of the winged people on the outskirts.

The winged girl flapped her wings and slowly landed on a huge bird-beast monster.

She lifted the tent flap, sat dejectedly by the fireplace, her face full of frustration.

The noise around her did not subside when she entered.

"Feiyu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not like it's the first time we haven't found the patriarch, so why are you so discouraged?"

A middle-aged man sat in front of the Feathered Fire Furnace.

Unlike Fei Yu, a large part of his wings were charred, and it seemed that he could no longer fly.

"No, Uncle Amo, this time is different," Fei Yu muttered. "I saw the Patriarch, but he seemed very dissatisfied with me and left with his human maid."

Upon hearing this, the once lively tent fell completely silent.

All the winged people looked at Fei Yu, their faces solemn, disbelief written on every face.

Amo, who was sitting in front of Feiyu, was stunned for a long time, looking somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"Are you sure you saw the Patriarch?"

"Yes, the Patriarch is a raven, and its soul is dazzling! More dazzling than those demigods!"

"Speak carefully, Fei Yu!"

Amo glared at Feiyu and immediately stopped her from speaking.

The people of the North live by eternal miracles, and the demigods who walk the earth in place of Eternity are His incarnations.

The winged people cannot afford to offend any more demigods.

Feiyu pouted, not daring to talk back to Uncle Amo.

"But I really did see the Khan, so why didn't he acknowledge me?"

"Perhaps you forgot to bring spoils when you met him? How can you pay homage to a superior without bringing some heads?"

Suddenly, someone made a joke from the side.

Everyone burst into laughter.

This is a very old tradition. In the past, when worshipping gods, the heads of enemies would be piled up into a mountain.

However, people seeking medicine no longer follow this practice.

The reason is that some foolish medicine seekers, in order to boast about their war achievements, actually killed mortals of their own tribe to pass off inferior medicine as superior, which angered a certain powerful figure.

That powerful figure declared that anyone who dared to try and fool the Lord of Immortality with these things would face his wrath.

However, what was said without malice was taken seriously by the listener.

Fei Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh right, how could I forget that!"

"The High Priest said the Great Khan is a brave man; he certainly doesn't like cowards!"

"Well said, Tira! I'll treat you to a glass of milk wine later!"

Having said that, Fei Yu immediately raised her bow and arrow, whistled, and a griffin flew in from the horizon and landed steadily in front of her.

"Crimson Feather Clan, follow me into battle!"

"I'm going to hunt down some really good stuff for the Khan!"

The dozens of people around looked at each other and could only resign themselves to their fate. They also summoned their mounts and followed Feiyu into battle.

After the noisy commotion subsided, only Amo remained sitting in front of the fireplace, expressionless.

"Who went out with Feiyu at that time?"

The winged people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Feiyu is the fastest flying Feather Clan among them. If she wants to slip away, who can catch her?

"Lord Mo, could it be that the High Priest's prophecy is true?"

Amo remained silent for a moment, then couldn't help but shake his head.

"The high priest is old and can't speak clearly anymore. She's also plagued by illness, so her words shouldn't be taken seriously."

"It's likely that some scoundrels heard the prophecy and are impersonating her to deceive the princess into following her with some men."

"Yes, Lord Mo."

Amo watched the winged people walk away, still maintaining his composed demeanor, but in his heart he was pondering other possibilities.

Feiyu is the daughter of their Feathered People's Lord, the Feathered Emperor. She has a distinguished bloodline and is expected to reach the seventh rank, becoming a force that unites the Feathered People as one.

Therefore, he hoped it was a scheme.

It was a lie fabricated by Fei Yu to solidify his own position.

But to be honest, this requirement is probably a bit too high for Feiyu.

As a seeker of medicine, Fei Yu has always believed in the supremacy of strength and prefers to settle disputes with his fists when dealing with other races.

This method used to work, since people seeking medicine were willing to try it.

But now it's probably a bit out of place.

Amo looked at the distant grassland, feeling somewhat flustered.

The Shepherds have gained the support of two demigods and are showing signs of unification.

At that time, the Feathered People might face the worst possible outcome.

......

at the same time.

Shi Qing transformed into a streak of light and flew through the night sky.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

"Find a meeting point and sound them out."

"Uh, why don't we just contact that winged person directly? She seems quite friendly."

"They just seem friendly, don't take it seriously."

Shi Qing casually replied with a few words, and his divine sense suddenly expanded.

Soon, he found some people.

It was a caravan, but it didn't seem to be made up of people seeking medicine.

At least their guards weren't all people seeking medicine.

Soon, Vichy landed in front of the caravan.

The sudden appearance of the figure immediately caught the attention of the caravan.

"Stop! Where do you come from, and what is your purpose in seeking out our argali merchant group?"

Vichy was not intimidated and responded directly.

"Has anyone in charge come out and say something?"

The guard was taken aback and looked at Vichy with a strange expression.

"Judging from your accent, you're from the Empire?"

"No, just a wandering traveler."

After a few minutes of commotion, a dark-skinned old man emerged.

"My name is Abach, and I'm the manager. Is there anything you wish to buy or sell?"

Vishi walked forward, just about to speak, when suddenly, a powerful sandstorm struck!

The group paused for a moment, then looked up and saw a large expanse of sand churning rapidly in the distance.

It's a swarm of sandworms! These hordes of monsters are attacking them!

Abach's expression changed, and he roared, "Run! Split up and run! We'll meet up at Crimson Feather City!"

At a command, the entire caravan broke up into smaller groups and scattered in all directions.

However, Abach's luck didn't seem to be very good; out of the thirty squads, only his squad was constantly being chased by the sandworm swarm.

Within minutes, only Abach remained in the squad, fleeing alone.

Just as he was about to be swallowed by the sandworms, an arm suddenly reached out, grabbed him, and hung him in mid-air. He accelerated instantly on his sword, leaving the sandworms far behind!

Abach looked up and saw that it was the traveler who had negotiated with him earlier who had saved him.

A few minutes later, after the sandworms had gone far away, they landed on the sand.

"Thank you, thank you for your help! It's truly thanks to the righteous people of the Empire. If it were those people begging for medicine, I would have already died in the mouths of sandworms."

Abach was panting heavily, his legs trembling.

"With such a bad reputation among the drug users, why are you still doing business here?"

"Oh my, is this your first time visiting this grassland?"

You have no idea, there are wars in the North every year. The North lacks everything, but it has no shortage of dead people. Even if you compost those dead people, they are much better than ordinary fertilizer!

"Every part of the people is a treasure!"

Vichy was deeply shocked upon hearing this.

So, the specialty of the northern grasslands is dead people?