System: The Cultivation Expert In The Campus

0"This is my order! Who dares to disobey? Go and take it! "The Patriarch glared at them, and his tone that was indisputable caused them to have no choice but to comply. Everyone had already overwhelmed the patriarch's last line of defense with regards to his injuries. He no longer had the ability to control the situation. Thus, he had no choice but to take out the sacred relic and listen to the foreign merchants.     0

    

However, only Fann Binn understood that the patriarch was much more scheming than the others. Perhaps there was only one reason why this guy wanted to take out the sacred relic, and that was to stall for time.    

    

Right, stall for time. Fann Binn was very clear that the poison contained in the wine that these merchants drank was irreversible. However, due to the craftsmanship, the ability to produce poison, and the limitations of the materials used by these natives, perhaps the poisoned wine that they made could only have a chronic effect. Thus, before the poison took effect... In order to make unnecessary sacrifices, he can only stall for time... Concede to these merchants with powerful weapons!    

    

Using sacred objects as bait to buy time for the merchants, this tactic was really perfect. Perhaps in the eyes of the patriarch, these merchants were already corpses that could not live past the second day.    

    

But at this time, he was also very curious to see what the sacred relic that both sides were fighting over was. From the conversation between Mister and the patriarch, Fann Binn vaguely understood. This sacred object was probably left behind in this tribe for some unknown reason. Obviously, it was not originally something of the tribe.    

    

"Haha, good. This is what it means to be a wise man who understands the situation. If you had done this earlier, you would have been a wise man. Wouldn't you have to suffer so much? " Seeing that the patriarch had finally come to a compromise, Mister could not help but laugh happily. "After handing over the sacred relic to me, I guarantee that I won't kill the innocent indiscriminately. And our friendship can still be maintained. If you want to use transparent stones to exchange for goods, then you can continue! But in the future, everything between me and the nobles will be handled by Cena. From now on, Sini will leave the tribe and become my subordinate."    

    

When Sini saw that Mester had come out to protect him, he couldn't help but feel grateful. He also knew that his betrayal had made it impossible for him to continue staying in the tribe. Since he had already chosen this path, he naturally had to hold onto Mester's thigh. He had to do things for him. In this short period of time, Stigma had already thanked Mester more than ten times. Upon hearing this, the patriarch and Sanbak showed obvious disdain and dissatisfaction.    

    

Just as Sanbak was about to grit his teeth and speak, he was stopped by the patriarch with one hand and shook his head to stop him. He seemed to understand in his heart that he was going to rashly challenge a powerful opponent. It would only add a few bullet holes to his body. Therefore, he could only bite the bullet and swallow the words he wanted to say back into his stomach. In the face of these merchants who were able to do so, he had no other choice but to grit his teeth.    

    

About five to six minutes later, an old man with a white beard walked over from a simple house in the tribe. This old man seemed to be much older than the tribe leader, and behind him... Following behind him were two of his subordinates who had gone to deliver the message, as well as Asadora, who had a large box carved with a Mayan statue in his hands. Fann Binn carefully looked at the heavy stone box. It was obvious that he did not see anything special about it. But could this be the sacred object that this tribe protected?    

    

Before Fann Binn could begin to doubt it, almost at the same time as Assange Duo Ma appeared. Almost all the natives in the square consciously knelt down on one knee and began to recite a language that no one could understand. This strange language seemed to be reciting a kind of scripture, although Fann Binn did not understand the meaning behind it. The stone statue case that Assandora was holding in her hands. It must be the holy object of this tribe!    

    

Such an ordinary stone box sacred object made Fann Binn feel speechless. Could it be that the holy object that these natives had always kept was only an ancient work of art? But that was also true. Such a small tribe... How many sacred objects could they produce? If it was just an ordinary piece of art from ancient times, even though it was priceless, but it was not much better than a large number of diamond mines. It seemed like this Mr. Mester was destined to be somewhat disappointed.    

    

It wasn't just Mester who was disappointed. Fann Binn himself was actually quite disappointed. It seemed that his expectations for this native tribe was still too great. A tribe that lived on such a small island indeed didn't have the ability to bring out any treasures that would shock him. He really couldn't see what was so special about such an ordinary Mayan stone box.    

    

However, what Fann Binn did not expect was that Mister was not disappointed. Instead, he was a hundred times more excited and excited as he looked at the stone box. He was too excited. He even slightly lost his voice and said, "Quick, Assandora... bring the sacred object over, give it to me!"    

    

A troubled expression appeared on Assandora's face as he turned his head to look at the tribe leader. The patriarch nodded with a calm expression, indicating for Assandora to pass it to Mister. At this moment, Sambak, who was standing next to him, wanted to speak nervously. He opened his mouth, but when he saw the look in the patriarch's eyes, he could only give up.    

    

Since the patriarch had nodded and agreed to Mister's request, Ashandoma naturally did not dare to go against the patriarch's wishes. He could only step forward and slowly hand the heavy stone box over to Mister, unwilling to part. Mister could not wait any longer. He hugged the sacred object of the tribe into his arms.    

    

He also touched the little hand of Assondorma and said excitedly, pleased with himself. "Assondorma, you really don't want to leave this place with me? If you are willing to leave with me, wealth and glory will be waiting for you. At least it is much better than being a savage in this forest, right? You see, the sacred object is already in my hands. Your faith no longer exists, why are you still staying in the tribe?"    

    

Assundorma bit his lips and did not speak. He silently walked back to the tribe leader's side. He used silent actions to protest against Mester's bait. Assondorma's silent resistance made Mester very unhappy. He frowned and raised his gun to threaten. "Don't be shameless, you b * tch who has been slept by countless men! Do you believe I won't shoot you right now!?"    

    

"You dare! Mister, the thing is already in your hands. If you really dare to do whatever you want, then our entire clan will die. I will fight you to the death!" Faced with Mester's reckless insults, the chief finally let out an angry shout. The native warriors beside him showed their machetes one after another. Furious! The sacred relic had been taken away by these merchants. It was already abominable enough. Now, they even wanted to insult their women. Wasn't this forcing them to fight back with their lives on the line?    

    

Seeing the surrounding native warriors eyeing them covetously, Mister clearly had a smarter plan than anyone else. He quickly took back his gun and smiled, "It's just a joke. Chief, you don't have to be so serious. Thank you for your gift, but I heard from Cena that this holy object came from a mysterious country. It contained endless energy and could even swallow hard transparent stones. I would like to see if this holy object is as godly as he said it is! "    

    

Fann Binn was obviously stunned when he heard Mister's words. What? It could even devour transparent stones? This thing can actually devour diamonds? Endless energy? Not only did he not understand what Mester was saying, he was also confused. How could such a stone sculpture box have such exaggerated abilities? Was this possible?    

    

The patriarch beside him had a gloomy expression, but he did not speak. Instead, he kept glancing at the moon hanging high in the sky from time to time. He seemed to be calculating something. At this time, Sini walked over and said respectfully to Mister. “ Mr. Mister, the holy relic of the native tribe is inside this stone box. But you must have a key to open it. This key... I'm afraid it's with that elder. "    

    

Hearing Xini's words, Mester was obviously stunned. He then laughed loudly. "So that's how it is. It seems that the clan leader still wants to trick me in the end. It's alright. Someone come. Go and search this elder's body. If he dares to resist, then shoot him and search him!"    

    

As soon as Mister issued his vicious command, two of his merchant subordinates vigilantly walked to the elder's side with guns in their hands. Perhaps Mister's words just now had a deterrent effect, but the elder did not resist. He obediently stood where he was and did not move, allowing the two to search.    

    

Soon, the two of them found an ancient key on his waist. They handed it to Mister, who was carrying the stone sculpture box. He happily received the key and slowly inserted it into the lock of the stone sculpture box. With a clear cracking sound, the lock inside the stone box had been completely removed...    

    

In the midst of his excitement, Mister's hands were faintly trembling. Fann Binn, who was beside him, also stared with widened eyes at the stone carving box that had been unlocked. So it turned out that after all this time, the lock had been completely removed. He had always thought that the stone box was a whole. But he had never expected that such a good antique would only be a package of the sacred object! This was enough to show just how precious the sacred object hidden inside was!    

    

"Sacred object... sacred object... Haha, treasure, let me see your true appearance!" Mister excitedly grabbed the lid of the stone box that had been opened by the key. He was about to slowly open the treasure that had been passed down from the tribe for who knew how many years!    

    

At this moment, Fann Binn's eyes widened. He wanted to see what treasure was hidden in the stone statue box. Mister's expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth. Something seemed to be stuck in his throat. It made a strange sound. Before the others could react, a mouthful of blood with blood red sticky substance. Just like that, he spat out the blood, instantly staining the stone box in his hand with a dark red color!    

    

It was only at this moment that the tribe leader finally revealed a faint sneer. It seemed that the result he had been waiting for had finally arrived... The mantis had turned into a cicada, and the cicada had transformed into a ferocious mantis!    

    

"Mister!!" Mister, who was vomiting blood, clearly began to feel weak. He began to sway unsteadily as he stood up. At this moment, a few other merchants beside him hurriedly supported him in panic. Seeing the blood flowing out of his mouth, they did not know what had happened. What should they do?    

    

Only Fann Binn knew that it was the end of Mister and these merchants. They had finally arrived. Looking at the symptoms of Mister's continuous breathing but still unable to breathe in oxygen, it could be seen that this fellow would soon lack oxygen. In the end, he would die in this primitive and crude forest tribe!