Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Before long, a group of people emerged from the valley. The two leading figures were a middle-aged man and an old man.

Having some understanding of primitive tribes, Mo Nan could roughly guess that the middle-aged man should be the leader, or the patriarch, and the old man should be the priest.

The group quickly approached, first politely greeting Mo Nan, and then calling Yan Jiao and the others over to inquire about some matters.

Mo Nan was not in a hurry, watching Yan Jiao and the others communicate with the people of the tribe, and seeing the surprised and uncertain expressions on the faces of the patriarch and the priest, Mo Nan couldn't help but find it a little amusing.

After a while, the patriarch and the priest both walked over.

"I wonder, Heavenly God, what brings you to our Fire Flame Tribe?"

Mo Nan chuckled lightly. It seemed that these people were still somewhat suspicious of him.

Although their tone was very polite, in this era of extreme faith in "gods," they wouldn't be acting like this if they were truly certain that he was a so-called Heavenly God.

Instead, they should be kneeling and praying.

Mo Nan shook his head, waved his hand, and a mountain not far away instantly exploded. Mo Nan then moved his mind, and boundless fire descended from the sky, instantly setting the nearby forest ablaze.

Just as the people of the Fire Flame Tribe were greatly alarmed, a large amount of rain fell from the sky, extinguishing the burning fire in an instant.

Smelling the burnt wood in the air, the Fire Flame Tribe members were stunned for a moment before instantly falling to their knees.

They were all extremely excited, shouting:

"Heaven has not abandoned our human race!"

They all looked at Mo Nan with eyes full of excitement and reverence.

At the same time, Mo Nan also looked at these humans, he wanted to confirm one thing—

Being of the same human race, do these people have golden fingers?

However, after Mo Nan checked for a long time, he frowned and retracted his gaze.

Mo Nan felt that if he could figure this out, then he would very likely understand the essence of golden fingers, or at the very least, gain a deeper understanding of them.

Mo Nan frowned and, amidst the respectful voices of the patriarch and the priest, walked into the valley.

What greeted Mo Nan was a huge altar, with a flame burning on it, guarded by two people who added wood to it from time to time.

The old priest hurriedly stepped forward and explained to Mo Nan:

"Heavenly God, this is the Heavenly Fire taken from under the lightning. We watch over it day and night, not daring to let it extinguish."

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. The humans here still don't know how to make fire artificially?

Mo Nan thought for a while and said to the priest:

"Go and get some wood and wood shavings, they must be dry."

Upon hearing this, the priest, although somewhat puzzled, still ordered people to prepare it.

…

A moment later, a large group of people surrounded Mo Nan, watching the Heavenly God squat on the ground, fiddling with wood, all with puzzled and doubtful expressions on their faces.

Under their doubtful gazes, Mo Nan put the wood shavings into the drilled hole, and then started turning a small wooden stick.

The crowd's faces, full of doubt, turned into excitement and ecstasy as a flame rose up.

All the members of the Fire Flame Tribe knelt down towards the small flame, some even crying with excitement.

"Miracle, a miracle! Thank you, Heavenly God, for bestowing upon us the method of making fire!"

Under the leadership of the priest and the patriarch, after thousands of people worshipped the flame, they all bowed down to Mo Nan repeatedly.

Mo Nan was about to help everyone up, but he was stunned the next moment.

Because, at this moment, a ball of golden light suddenly descended from the sky, rushing towards Mo Nan.

Mo Nan was stunned at the time, what was going on?

Mo Nan was about to dodge, but he seemed to have thought of something, so he didn't dodge, letting the ball of golden light enter his body.

Closing his eyes and feeling for a moment, Mo Nan opened his eyes with a strange look.

Sure enough, this was the legendary "Heavenly Dao Merit."

Mo Nan originally thought that this kind of thing should be fabricated randomly in novels, but he didn't expect it to really exist.

Could it be because he invented fire by drilling wood?

Mo Nan closed his eyes again and felt the effect of the merit.

Merit is simply an all-purpose cultivation treasure.

Merit can protect one's original heart, preventing the growth of inner demons; those who possess merit will greatly reduce bottlenecks during cultivation, and the path of cultivation will become smooth and unobstructed.

Merit can also be used to refine pills, refine weapons, make talismans, etc., and even directly used to improve cultivation.

In addition, merit may also improve the owner's luck.

The thing of luck is extremely mysterious, Mo Nan has never seen anything that can improve luck, but merit can actually do it.

It seems that this merit is really a good thing.

Mo Nan didn't intend to use merit to improve his cultivation for the time being. Looking at the merit forming a golden cloud bed under his 'Undying Soul,' Mo Nan felt a little strange.

Could this be the benefit that Yu Xingchen said?

To be honest, it's really pretty good.

Retracting his divine sense, Mo Nan opened his eyes.

Looking at the Fire Flame Tribe members kneeling down, Mo Nan waved his hand, and a gust of breeze lifted all thousands of people up.

"I will reside here for two days. During this process, I will teach you some survival methods, and you must study them carefully."

"We respectfully obey the Heavenly God's decree."

While shocked by Mo Nan's methods, everyone bowed and responded again.

Mo Nan shook his head and smiled: "You don't have to call me Heavenly God, I am also a human like you. In addition, I will teach you some cultivation methods, and in the future, you can also master the power of heaven and earth through cultivation, flying into the sky and遁 地."

Hearing Mo Nan say this, these people were even more excited.

They knelt down to Mo Nan again.

Mo Nan was a little speechless, why do they kneel at every turn?

Reaching out to help them up, he said loudly:

"For civilization to develop, the principle of propriety comes first. Next, I will formulate some basic etiquette for you."

"Thank you, Heavenly God."

Mo Nan was speechless, well, this title can't be changed.

"Humans have gold under their knees, except for heaven, earth, sovereign, parents, and teachers, one should not kneel casually."

"Yes!"

Thousands of people responded in unison, their tone sounding very excited.

Mo Nan nodded, looked at the thousands of people, and looked at their clothing and dwellings. Mo Nan decided to start with food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Thinking of this, Mo Nan's figure soared into the sky and flew towards the forest. Before long, Mo Nan returned to the Fire Flame Tribe with countless prey.