The Mecha Driver Is a Cultivator

Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Homeland

Qin Jin did not answer him immediately.

He pondered internally.

“I didn’t expect that upon entering this ancient world, things would unfold this way.”

“Judging by the current situation, everything brought by the Sacrificial Spirit profession has more advantages than disadvantages.”

“Though in front of me is a group of old and young, they indeed hold some potential.”

“Instead of exploring bit by bit alone, if I can support a tribe, then understanding this world and collecting resources will undoubtedly speed up rapidly.”

“This world, with the existence of mythical Divine Birds and the suspected presence of a Human Divine Country, is vast and boundless. Exploring it alone would be endless.”

“The only problem is…”

In the cockpit, Qin Jin frowned slightly: “If everything really goes smoothly, with my growth rate, assisted by these people’s offerings and Wish Power, can I match the strength a normal Sacrificial Spirit should have?”

“After all, the Deep Driller is just a mining machine. If modified to carry more advanced weapon modules, not to mention the cost, the need for a higher Spiritual Index would also increase.”

He thought for a moment, and his frown relaxed.

“I’m worrying unnecessarily.”

“If that day really comes, it can only mean that the remnants of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe in front of me have already developed and grown strong, by then… I will surely have reaped considerable rewards.”

Thinking of this, his voice resonated in Qi Chuan’s mind.

“Recreate the process by which your tribe improves itself.”

“Recreate?”

Qi Chuan was slightly puzzled, but the exchange in his mind made him understand Qin Jin’s meaning. He began to recall his own experiences and the scenes he witnessed in others.

With the consumption of Wish Power, those images flashed in Qin Jin’s mind, as if being reenacted before him.

There were children aged six or seven, queuing with bitter faces to be put into a cauldron brewing blood and bone Great Medicine, baring their teeth and enduring rounds of medicinal bath refinement.

There were strong young men of the Human Race, hunting Fierce Beasts in groups to obtain Treasure Blood for self-strengthening.

A few people could exhibit extraordinary attack methods like the Fire Python, which was probably the Treasure Skill the elder mentioned.

But as age increased, once they grew old, the strength of the Fire Sacrifice Tribe People rapidly weakened.

Observing the circumstances in the images, Qin Jin made certain judgments.

“A good foundation was laid in childhood, but there was no direction thereafter.”

“Using Treasure Blood for Body Forging can be considered a good Foundation Establishment method, laying a solid ground, but as one grows and settles, the effect of Beast Blood Body Forging starts to diminish continuously.”

“During this process, if one could hunt more advanced Fierce Beasts, even the mythical Divine Beasts and exotic creatures, it wouldn’t be a bad direction for further enhancement.”

“But at the level of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe, they aren’t capable of that, leading evolution to a halt.”

“The human body contains its own Secret Collection, yet the people here lack a systematic Cultivation Technique, no means to explore themselves.”

In Qin Jin’s mind, various ideas emerged.

He manipulated the Wish Power, ending the images, whispering in his heart, stirring ripples.

“I can provide some assistance to you.”

“However, in the depths of the Great Wilderness, I have my own matters to attend to and cannot guard you day and night.”

The interaction between living beings and Sacrificial Spirits is a spiritual exchange based on faith.

Though the Sacrificial Spirit is central, if the beings offering worship are not sincere, how can Wish Power be obtained?

Therefore, Qin Jin chose to speak honestly.

“Your willingness to become our Sacrificial Spirit is already our fortune.”

On Qi Chuan’s aged face, a hint of shame arose: “Lord Sacrificial Spirit, we will certainly strive to offer you sufficient tribute.”

Qin Jin did not respond.

After all, as a newly formed Sacrificial Spirit, he wasn’t sure what the “market rate” was.

In front of him.

Qi Chuan’s inquiry was transmitted through inner thoughts.

“Lord Sacrificial Spirit, how should we address you?”

Upon hearing the question, Qin Jin pondered for a moment before finally responding.

“Just call me…”

“Jin.”

…

The initial exchange could be described as perfect.

After fleeing for dozens of days, the group finally chose this place as a settlement, also their new home.

Even Fierce Beasts have territorial instincts. Although the Fire Python has fallen, its lingering presence deters many dangers.

Furthermore…

Based on the assumption that this Fire Python could protect a unique treasure, the strength of the active Fierce Beasts around should be limited, which is good news.

After the killing, the survivors had no time to grieve excessively, as that is the norm in the Great Wilderness.

Let alone they have just gone through the crisis of tribal extinction.

After burying their companions’ bodies, leaving some women to look after the children, the others got busy, chopping trees, quarrying rocks, and building homes.

As a benevolent “Sacrificial Spirit,” Qin Jin chose to lend a hand.

The Deep Driller was originally a working mecha, now entering its comfort zone.

With the drill rotating, trees fell, and stones shattered.

In the firmament, two suns shifted westward, nearing evening, and with Qin Jin’s help, a simple home infrastructure emerged from nothing.

From nothing to something, it gave Qin Jin the illusion of participating in a home-building game.

During the process, he even gained an unexpected reward.

Perhaps because of his proactive assistance, the tribe people were touched, and the somewhat depleted Wish Power was replenished by ten points.

Wish Power does not only generate during sacrificial activities; the actions of the Sacrificial Spirit can also influence its acquisition.

Aside from that, more gifted and powerful individuals can provide even more Wish Power.

Qin Jin also took this opportunity to learn more about the Sacrificial Fire Tribe.

The former Fire Sacrifice Tribe developed and grew from a small village step by step; the current tribe mainly comprises the surnames Qi, Shi, and Xia, with fewer others.

This aroused some curiosity in Qin Jin.

A surname tradition indicates that the Human Race in this world should already possess some cultural foundation, yet why they ended up like this is unknown.

The sun quietly set.

Darkness descended upon the Great Wilderness.

As Qi Chuan and others tried to light a fire, they saw that at this moment, their Sacrificial Spirit glowed.

The large lamp on the chest of the Deep Driller activated, dispelling the darkness like a small sun, instantly illuminating the entire camp.

In this primitive land, this scene was akin to a miracle, dreamlike and illusory.

Initially startled, the tribe members of the Sacrificial Fire Tribe reacted, bowing down with devout expressions.

The Wish Power grew.

Qin Jin’s voice resonated in everyone’s mind.

“I need to leave for a while.”

“The Fire Python’s flesh and armor are yours; bring me the Python Blood and Crystal Core.”

Beside him.

A tribe member brought what Qin Jin needed.

The Fire Python Blood was collected in Beast Hide Bags and Bone Containers; the Crystal Core, an irregular pentagon, one foot wide and long, radiated light.

The Fire Python was large, and the collected blood was substantial.

Besides,

There were Exotic Bones, Rare Ore, and Great Medicine voluntarily offered during their sacrificial rite.

The Deep Driller stored all these in the Storage Space.

His eyes glanced over, taking in each figure, Qin Jin’s voice resonated inwardly.

“When I return, I’ll bring some small gifts for you.”

Leaving one last word,

Qin Jin didn’t linger. The lamp on the chest of the mecha turned off, he turned around and walked away in the night.

His colossal figure vanished into the darkness.

Qi Chuan and others ignited a flame.

In this ancient wilderness, fire represents hope.

The firelight flickered, illuminating their faces, and a tender voice rang out.

“Auntie, where is Lord Sacrificial Spirit going?”

“Lord Sacrificial Spirit has his own matters to attend to.”

A woman stooped down, gently pinching the child’s cheek warmly: “Little one, you must grow up quickly, so one day you can help Lord Sacrificial Spirit.”

Under the glow of the fire, the child’s naïve eyes were as pure as gems. Though he didn’t quite understand, he felt the surrounding attention and expectations, and nodded earnestly.