"Let me take part in this ritual too?"
The moment Ai Qinglan said that, the whole room fell silent.
Chen Feng hurriedly sent her a voice transmission. "They already emphasized that we should respect their customs. Sister Lan, if their ritual is something sacred and inviolable..."
If it was an important ritual that could not be profaned, then an outsider abruptly asking to join really would not be appropriate.
"I've already been very respectful of their customs," Ai Qinglan snapped impatiently through voice transmission. "We are the 'children of the gods,' remember! What could possibly be more noble than us?"
Chen Feng shook his head.
Boso's reaction was much sharper.
"No!" he shrieked. "You will..."
"You wretch!" Jiedu rebuked him. "Who do you think you are questioning? A god's decision!"
Only then did he turn to Chen Feng and Ai Qinglan. "It is not that I cannot consider your request. But I must state in advance that those ointments are dangerous things to the Nan Clan. Only by passing the ointment's trial can one obtain that ancient knowledge."
Chen Feng immediately frowned. "There's danger?"
He truly did not want Ai Qinglan taking such a risk.
"About five disciples of the Great Medicine Shamans participate in the ritual each time, but only one or two ultimately survive."
"A seventy percent mortality rate..." Ai Qinglan calculated under her breath, then asked, "What is the cultivation of those Great Medicine Shaman disciples?"
"Most of them have not formed heaven and earth," Jiedu replied.
Not having "formed heaven and earth" meant not establishing a pivot and forming a golden core. Ai Qinglan considered it for a moment. "I understand. I do not mind that bit of danger."
Chen Feng hurriedly grabbed Ai Qinglan. "Wait, Sister Lan, are you crazy?"
"At most, it is some