Turbine

"The blood of a warrior must be repaid with a hundred imperial men."

While speaking, his hands did not stop.

The Great Shaman gently picked up the two hearts that were still beating bright red, even though they had been taken out long ago.

Then, he gently placed them in the crucible, which had completely turned bright red, like magma, and on the medicinal mud of boiling blood.

As the heart sank into the medicinal mud, the ceremony was completed.

While holding his breath, a flash of spiritual light visible to the naked eye flashed.

The turbid medicinal mud in the crucible instantly became pure and deep, and the red blood paste turned into another kind of medicinal juice like ink in a few breaths.

A clear and pure 'blood ink'.

And at the moment when the blood ink took shape, a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, and a burst of mountain shouts suddenly sounded on the hillside outside the Great Shaman's tent, like the shouts and roars of ancient ancestors, shaking all the totem poles.

The shouts spread all the way to the redwood swamp at the foot of the mountain. The sudden strong wind swept every branch and trunk in the forest, making the whole jungle noisy. The fog and miasma above the swamp rose up, spreading a colorful color.

The thirty-two hunters knelt on their knees at this moment, crawling on both sides of the tent. Animu held up the medicine pot, stretched out his hand, and reached into it, not caring that the bright red medicine juice in the pot was several times hotter than boiling water.

Then, the old man used his hand as a pen, stained it with blood and ink, signaled the hunters to raise their foreheads, and then slowly drew blood lines on the top of the hunters' foreheads.

Every hunter couldn't help showing joy on his face, and then his expression became painful, but he gritted his teeth and endured it - the bright red blood lines spread along the forehead to the inside of the flesh and blood, spread between breaths, implanted between muscles and internal organs, making breathing become strong.

In the bodies of a few hunters who are extremely adapted to this blood ink, tiny scales have grown.

The air is filled with the smell of soil and sea breeze, which is the smell of mountains and tides, and is a sign of the awakening of the mountain tide spirit.

Animu drew patterns with blood ink for the thirty-two warrior hunters one by one, but he did not stop, but walked all the way to the redwood swamp.

Beside his ears, the tremors of many totems and the calls of spirits slowly converged into one, just like the surging tide.

As time passed, the whistling and surging sound gradually became clearer, and finally turned into a deep and low murmur coming from the depths of the swamp.

[Life...]

Let this vague but soul-shaking spiritual sound whistle back and forth in his ears, Animu's face was solemn, the blood ink in the crucible in his hand had dried up, and the medicine residue was completely hardened and turned pale.

Only two hearts, one large and one small, were left, bright red and beating violently, containing a strong life force.

"Lord of the mountain, son of the sea, the pulse of the tide, the cry of the earth... This is a sacrifice that belongs to you alone, a life dedicated to you."

Reciting the ancient sacrificial words, the old shaman stepped into the center of the swamp.

Then, he placed the medicine pot on the turbid swamp water and turned away.

The redwood swamp was shaking slightly, and all the trees in the forest were shaking.

In the center of the swamp, the mud began to rotate, sucking the medicine pot into the depths, and the invisible spiritual sound roared loudly, followed by the greedy sucking sound.

If you look down from the hillside, you can vaguely see that in the depths of this swamp regarded as a holy place by the redwood tribe, there is a huge shadow shaking and surging.

Its shape is winding and circling, and six scarlet light sources are lit under the mud.

It squirmed at the bottom of the mud, making vibrations and howls that were difficult for humans to hear.

The pure sacrifice that took place in the ancestral land of the Redwood Aboriginals did not cause any changes in a short period of time.

But there is no doubt that something has happened.

After a while, the sky fell and Harrison Port entered the dusk.

It was already evening, and Ian in the house lit the fire. He used a fire stick to stir the charcoal in the stove, causing a handful of golden red sparks to burst out from the gap between the stove and the pot, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust.

The fire was getting stronger, and more firewood was added. After the boy who was cooking porridge for dinner was sure that everything was ready, he got up and went to the cupboard next to him to take out the herbal water that had been standing for a day.

-Boom!

A white light cut through the dark sky, thunder sounded, and heavy rain fell in Harrison Port again.

Ian, holding the potion, turned his head and looked out the window. Fine raindrops covered the entire land. Thunder that had not yet formed was rolling faintly in the rolling rain clouds in the sky. From time to time, a real lightning flashed, illuminating the entire port and the coast.

"Normal tropical weather is unlikely to be so bad."

Shaking his head slightly, Ian heard five thunderclaps in three minutes. He knew that the weather in the other world must have more variables than that in his hometown.

But Harrison Port has thunderstorms every two or three days in summer, and can even attract a large group of mine-hunting jellyfish at the nearby Cliff of Sighs, which is obviously not within the scope of normal circumstances.

The lightning that flashed and dissipated in the clouds contained a breath that made Ian instinctively uneasy.

He had a vague premonition that his teacher's mission was related to the real reason for this weird weather.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

After the concentration potion was left for a day, it exuded a peculiar fragrance. If Ian were to describe it, it was the smell of mint floral water mixed with cooling oil. Just a light sniff could make one feel a slight coolness from the nose tip to the lung cavity.

After careful observation, Ian noticed that the water quality of the top layer of the potion was different from normal water. He turned on the foresight and the faint blue halo emitted from the upper half of the water jar proved his point.

"It seems that the effective part of the concentration grass and other herbs is a substance lighter than water. After boiling and letting it stand for a night, the medicinal quality floats up, which happens to be the simplest and most effective purification step."

Although he was thinking and summarizing in his mind, Ian's hands did not stop.

After arriving at the room where his younger brother Elan was, he followed the instructions of Elder Pude and scooped up a spoonful of water with a clean wooden spoon and fed it to his younger brother who was still dreaming. Then he took out the dregs of the medicine that had turned into light green powder from the bottom of the medicine jar and smeared them around the other's temples and forehead.

"~"

Elan was still asleep, and opened his eyes due to the stimulation of the potion. The child looked at Ian with wide eyes, and stared at his brother for several seconds, then showed a very comfortable expression, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"The effect is quite good, and the eyes are much more lively."

Ian was not surprised by this, because before giving it to Elan, he had used the foresight to predict that the potion was absolutely harmless and even very beneficial.

Soon, he also took a small amount of the remaining concentration potion according to the instructions.

After a spoonful of potion went into his throat, he didn't feel anything at first, but soon, Ian couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A cold feeling spread along the throat, stomach and even the entire digestive tract, spreading to the whole body.

This feeling immediately made Ian, who was a little dizzy and exhausted because of practicing psychic energy for an afternoon, suddenly sober up, just like taking a cold shower when he was confused, temporarily full of energy.

Even if you are full and energetic, if you use your spiritual energy for too long, you will feel the pain of staying up late and overusing your brain.

When he was most tired in the afternoon, Ian even felt that his brain was like a red iron block, hot and painful, and with a swelling feeling like redness, swelling and inflammation.

After resting for a while, this discomfort has been reduced a lot. But after taking this mind-concentrating water, Ian immediately found that his originally hot brain and body were rapidly "cooling down", and a comfortable cool feeling was constantly flowing out.

If I have to make an analogy, Ian felt that this comfort was no less than running outside for a whole morning in the summer at a temperature of 42 degrees, and finally going home to eat ice cream in an air-conditioned room.

"The medicine is really good!"

Ian couldn't help but praise it, but he also knew that this mind-concentrating herbal water was definitely worth a lot. Just a small bag like this would probably sell for seven or eight thalers. A few bags together would be equivalent to his uncle's original annual salary.

The elder handed over a whole box of medicine packs to me. This behavior can't be called generous. It's just like throwing money into the water to hear the sound.

It can only be said that this kind of resource, which is quite precious to ordinary people, is probably just a consumable for a test for nobles and bigwigs.

"Anyway, it's not poisonous, so it's a waste not to use it."

Hillyard hadn't returned yet, and Ian didn't wait for him. He finished his porridge and had dinner.

After eating and drinking, he sat quietly by the window, closed his eyes, and tried to sense the source seed while the effect of the concentration potion was still there and his spirit was refreshed and clear.

Because of the guidance of teacher Hillyard, and the recent consumption of a monster-level salmon containing a large amount of source essence.

Ian quickly sensed the existence of the source essence in his body and the virtual source seed.

For a while, he heard a slight "splashing" sound, like a surging tide.

Ian knew that it was the synesthesia brought by the flow of source fragments in his blood. It was flowing in every corner of his body, subtly improving his physical fitness.

"The source flow is a little faster today. The afternoon practice seems to be useful."

The source flows back and forth around Ian and his heart along the blood circulation system in his body. His muscles, internal organs and even cells are greedily absorbing the source and absorbing the energy of these lives.

But the real big head is still the virtual source seed located in the heart.

A large number of source fragments poured into it, and were absorbed and compressed by the source seed that was automatically running, condensing into a truly regular source.

Ian concentrated his mind, and every detail of the originally vague virtual source seed became clear.

Relying on his past professional work experience, the practice and observation of the past two days have given him a considerable understanding of the structure of the source seed.

Abandoning all the fancy adjectives and cultural connotations, the source seed is simply a storage and conversion device.

Its structure is similar to that of a turbocharger. It operates with the power generated by heartbeat and breathing. The source substance produced after food is digested will enter the blood, and then be collected, refined and extracted by the source seed, and then stored and released when needed.

Source substance is a special kind of life energy. A small amount of source substance fragments flowing in the blood circulation system can increase a person's physical fitness.

High-purity source substance is released by the source seed and enters the body organs, which will greatly increase physical fitness in a short period of time.

It includes absolute strength, nerve reflexes, sports endurance, regeneration ability and physical toughness, all of which are improved in all aspects.

In the world of Terra, an ordinary person who has a normal routine and normal diet on weekdays may burst out the source substance that is instinctively preserved in the body if he is forced into a desperate situation of life, and release power far beyond his limit in a short period of time.

In the world of Terra, a mother pushes the carriage and kicks the big stone with one hand to protect her child in a critical moment. This is not a magical news in the world of Terra, but a normal thing. It is better to say that it would be strange if it did not happen.

Ordinary people can do this, let alone the reserve sublimators who hold the source seed?

Take Ian himself as an example. After eating a demon salmon, even though he was still weak in his bones and was only an eight-year-old child, if he completely released the source essence accumulated in the source seed, he could exert the strength comparable to that of an adult man in more than ten minutes.

Of course, the real effect of the source essence is definitely not to use it as a consumable like this.

As the essence of life, sublimators accumulate source essence in order to condense sublimation organs.

If the source essence only improves physical fitness for a short time, returns to normal after consumption, or even overdraws all energy, then the sublimation organ has the power comparable to the source essence explosion in normal state, especially in most cases.

Therefore, unless it is really desperate, Ian feels that no sublimator will use his stored source essence indiscriminately.