After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 140 Earthquake in Ji, Secrets of Luo River (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The fact that Luoshui sent people to Ji could not be kept secret from the Jishan Earl's tribe.

Yuan Zhenzang had already informed the clan leader of the news, but the clan leader did not care.

Ji County was already in a state of chaos; how much more chaotic could it get?
At that time, Yuan Zhenzang even scoffed at this guy who came riding a bronze chariot.

Do you know how to use it?
They dared to lead their war chariots northward, unafraid of them being stolen.

The Luoshui Bo tribe still enjoys a prestigious reputation in Luoshui, but the Xiaoyang tribe in Ji will not tolerate it.

Now, all sorts of news are hitting him.

They not only came, but they also really know how to use it.

They also used chariots to kill important members of the Xiaoyang tribe.

Otherwise, the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers near Heyang wouldn't be searching for bronze chariots like mad dogs.

But this is something that seems unbelievable no matter how you look at it.

With his hands on the stone table, Yuan Zhenzang pondered for a while, then got up and paced back and forth more than a dozen times.

He just couldn't understand how Luo Shui could have done such a thing!

The place called Longlinjin contains relics left by the Yongshanbo tribe.

Many warriors from the Jishan tribe have practiced there, but they are unable to move due to the powerful sealing force.

After the gathering of owls and yang at Longlinjin, Yuanzhenzang sent people to investigate.

He wanted to see if any important warriors of the Xiaoyang Clan were cultivating there, so he could prepare to hunt them down.

However, there are many places suitable for cultivation within a vast area, some of which are even more important than Longlinjin. Therefore, the manpower and strength transferred to the Longlinjin direction are limited.

Unable to determine whether it was a trap set by Xiaoyang, Yuanzhenzang only paid attention for the time being and had no intention of taking action.

"Men, continue the investigation and find out who the Xiao Yang who died in the direction of Longlinjin was!"

Yuan Zhenzang thought about it over and over, but still felt something was wrong.

The old guys in the Luoshui clan are extremely corrupt. Even the Divine Treasure Martial Artists have started to use bloodline techniques for their inheritance. The younger generation of martial artists are all basking in glory and consider themselves the superior sect of their clan.

They all act so arrogantly and bossy; they don't seem like people who can accomplish great things.

Either the person who relayed the message fabricated it and gave him a false message.

Either something really weird has happened.

He believed that his people, who had fought a bloody battle in Ji and Xiaoyang, must be in trouble.

We must investigate thoroughly.

……

A thousand miles north of Xueguan Mountain City, the Xiaoyang army camp stretched for over a thousand miles from east to west, with numerous arrow towers and towering stone palaces, shimmering with brilliant shamanic light under the sun.

Behind the main camp, the ground fire raged, gathering into a crimson cloud of fire.

Below the fiery clouds, countless humans toiled amidst the heatwave, the sounds of forging coalescing into thunderous roars that rose and fell continuously.

These humans were divided into countless small camps, each with its own arrangements. If the forging task was not completed, the entire camp would become the blood and flesh of Xiaoyang that day.

Looking around, countless numb figures were forging iron and stone in the firelight, and angry voices rang out from time to time. Before they could even put up a fight, their skulls were shattered by the arrows that were shot at them.

……

In the center of the camp was a circular stone tower, a hundred feet tall.

The rich earth element energy within the stone tower surged forth from the bronze artifacts.

Mu Xiao, the leader of the Mu Yan lineage, lay on his side on the jade couch, with a furry deer skin beneath him.

However, the animal patterns on it were no longer visible due to dried blood and bone fragments.

Mu Xiao's original name was not this; he changed it to this name after becoming the clan leader three hundred years ago.

After becoming the leader of the lineage, the Muyan lineage gradually surpassed the Mukang and Qiuyin branches, taking the lead in the Three-Part Alliance.

"Master, Mu Ming is dead."

A hawk-like creature crawled into the main hall, lay prostrate on the ground, and spoke softly.

Receiving no response, it prepared to quietly withdraw.

Mu Xiao turned over on the jade couch.

"If you're dead, you're dead. What's the point of telling me after you're gone?"

I thought the pulse master would be angry, but I couldn't sense the slightest bit of anger.

"I'm asking you, why doesn't that old ghost from Jishan in the south ever come out? What do you think is going on?"

The warrior on the ground lowered his head and said, "This old human must be afraid of the sect leader, that's why he dares not come out."

"Ha ha……"

Laughter echoed repeatedly inside the stone tower.

"Old ghost, if you keep refusing to come out, how can my beloved brother die?"

"Ugh, so annoying."

……

As time went by, the news of Mu Ming's death, the disciple of the high priest, finally spread.

In Ji, many tribes know who Mu Ming is.

This guy is a disciple of the fourth-tier Grand Priest of the Owl Sun, and a future Grand Priest.

They died way too quickly.

The first reaction everyone had was that the Jishanbo tribe had made a move.

However, subsequent reports revealed that Mu Ming was killed after a bronze chariot broke through the guard camp.

Some say they have seen the bronze chariot, escorted by hundreds of Heavenly Vein warriors, who were the young master of the Bo tribe from Luodi.

Some people disagreed, and all sorts of rumors circulated.

Even Shen Can, who came out of the mountains, heard people talking about it on the road.

The crocodile lord crossed the Guimu River from the west, taking two days along the way, and many people saw the bronze chariot.

At this moment, Shen Can was once again traveling from west to east. The bronze chariot could be temporarily folded up, making it much easier to move around.

As for Luo Feng, he was placed in the cauldron and put on the back of the alligator master. Shen Can leaned against the cauldron wall and was quite comfortable.

It took several days to cross Ji County via another road, and I saw many tragic scenes along the way.

The Xiaoyang and the human race are deeply intertwined, constantly locked in battle.

Shen Can wasn't just sitting idly by; he would also take action to collect a wave of Xiao Yang's corpses when he encountered an opportunity.

Along the way, he discovered that in this chaotic state, many humans had become more elite and ruthless.

This is different from most people gathered in the Yuanshan tribe; the blood and fire have reforged them.

Indeed, in such a life-or-death crisis, one cannot always be as weak as a chick; otherwise, one will only be enslaved.

……

After crossing the Guimu River again.

Shen Can made contact with the tribesmen led by Huo Yan.

After parting ways in the Yuanshan tribe's territory, Huoyan, along with his tribesmen and Cangluan soldiers, scattered throughout Ji County as scouts, specifically to gather all sorts of information for him.

“Miaotiao, I’ve contacted Huotu. The news about Longlinjin has spread far and wide. Huotu said that even the scouts scattered throughout the mountains and fields of the Jishan tribe have taken notice.”

Huo Tu has been in Jishan as a scout commander for a thousand men, and has long since established a foothold in Ji.

"Because the scouts of the Jishan tribe paid attention to this matter, it caused quite a stir."

Shen Can remained calm. He had hunted down Xiao Yang in the name of the young master of the Luoshui tribe, and Jishan would find out about it sooner or later.

I just didn't expect Jishan to find out so quickly.

From this perspective, even after retreating thousands of miles, the Jishan Earl's tribe still maintained an astonishing level of control over this region.

"By the way, after we dispersed, we found the other two young masters of the Luoshui tribe. These two are just as arrogant as Luo Feng."

"Send out some people to find out where there are wild beasts with high-level bloodlines, whose combat power should be at least comparable to the seventh or eighth level of the Heavenly Vein of humans."

Huoyan thought for a moment and said, "Temple, what a coincidence, how about the antelope-qi beast?"

"Tell me carefully."

"Of the other two young masters of Luoshui that we found, one of them was riding an Antelope-Qilin Beast, which was twice the size of the ones Luo Feng brought."

The tribespeople had seen it from afar; its antlers were entirely crimson purple, surrounded by rings of black light, and it exuded an extremely fierce aura.

Hearing Huoyan say that, Shen Can thought to himself that it was quite a coincidence.

The Antelope-Qilin is a war beast raised by the Luoshui Bo tribe. As such, the tribe couldn't possibly have only raised a few hundred; it must be an entire herd. "Where is the Antelope-Qilin now?"

……

At the foot of Jinyun Mountain, a clan city stretches for more than ten miles, with houses built both inside and outside the city walls.

The entire city and the valley in the mountains are connected, and under the sunlight, some areas can be seen shimmering with golden light.

Inside the valley, a six-zhang-long antelope-like beast lay coiled up, surrounded by more than a dozen figures continuously pouring water onto it.

Some people washed the fruit and fed it to the antelope one by one.

Besides the single horn on its head that shimmered with an eerie light, this antelope-like beast had dark gold pupils and faint witch runes appearing on its scales.

Next to the antelope and the mythical beast, there were also large brocades drying, embroidered with animal patterns.

This brocade is woven from third-tier celestial silkworm silk, which has strong defensive capabilities and can be used as an inner lining for armor. However, this piece is only laid on the back of the antelope-like beast.

In the clan palace.

"Is this a hand? It's as rough as an animal's claw."

A group of young women lay prostrate on the ground in terror.

"Everyone get lost."

"If someone like that touches me in Luoshui, I'll drag them down and beat them to death."

Luo Zhi roared angrily, picked up the wine cup in front of him, and took a sip.

"Pfft, ptooey, ptooey! This is supposed to be wine? A bunch of horse breeders have never seen wine before."

The roar from inside the hall deterred the figure outside from entering.

"Lord Jiang Zhen, Young Master..."

The chieftain of the Jinshan tribe looked at the warrior walking quickly towards him as if he had encountered a savior.

"waste."

Jiang Zhen didn't even glance at the Jinshan clan chief before stepping into the main hall.

Luo Zhizhi wasn't like this a few days ago; it's mainly due to recent news from outside.

The news that the bronze chariot had killed a peak third-tier wizard of the Xiaoyang Clan had spurred him on.

It was as if he had suddenly become a different person.

"Have you found out if it really is that guy Luo Feng?!"

Upon seeing Jiang Zhen enter the main hall, Luo Zhi hurriedly asked, "How could I not know Luo Feng's capabilities? He was able to kill a peak third-tier wizard of the Xiaoyang Clan while under the protection of the Xiaoyang Clan soldiers?"

"What a joke!"

Jiang Zhen looked at Luo Zhi, whose face was contorted with rage, and sighed inwardly.

Oh, young masters of Luoshui...

"Young Master, there is no news of Young Master Luo Feng, and I have also been unable to contact Jiang Yuan and the others who are protecting him."

Jiang Zhen also didn't believe that Luo Feng could kill a third-tier peak wizard of the Xiao Yang clan under the heavy protection of Xiao Yang.

Those were disciples of the Great Shaman of Xiaoyang, not people like them who had only cultivated to the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein in nearly two hundred years.

"Get out of here, you're a piece of trash too. Go investigate again, I don't believe that Luo Feng, this piece of trash, can do it."

With a contorted face, Luo Zhi even overturned the table.

"I'll have someone investigate again right away."

“You go yourself.” Luo Zhi pointed at Jiang Zhen. “I’ll give you ten days.”

"Young Master, Ji is dangerous. If I leave..."

"With Qi Yun here, you can go." Luo Zhi said impatiently.

Jiang Zhen sighed, glanced at Luo Zhi, and then walked away.

After thinking it over, with that antelope-like beast and the protective magic weapon that the young master carries, as long as the young master stays in this tribe and doesn't wander off, he can go and come back quickly, so there's not much danger.

So Jiang Zhen led a dozen or so warriors and quickly rushed out of Jinshan Clan City.

……

The sky above Jinyun Mountain.

The fog was billowing and much lower than in other places, making the entire area around the mountain feel shrouded in mist.

Shen Can arrived here, intending to wait until night to scout the area before making his move.

Unexpectedly, a troop of antelope-like beast riders left the tribe.

"Miaotiao, this young master of Luoshui has not moved from his place for two months since he came to this tribe."

Huoyan followed behind, and Shen Can asked him to gather information, so he naturally did his best to be as thorough as possible.

Not long after, another member of the tribe came around from outside the mountain.

"The temple's guardian leader has left; I don't know where he went."

Having experience in annihilating an entire squad of Luoshui Tianmai clan soldiers, and with the fact that these warriors were dressed in highly recognizable clothing, they easily identified the group and its leader.

Night falls.

Shen Can easily entered the Jinshan tribe.

Inside the tribal hall, screams echoed, and soon a young woman staggered out, her body covered in wounds.

Inside the main hall lay several lifeless female figures.

Luo Zhi's eyes were dark and gloomy as he stared at the table in front of him, his expression quite frightening.

"Luo Feng deserves to die."

"That old bastard deserves to die too!"

……

At this moment, a fire suddenly shot up in a corner of the Jinshan Tribe City, attracting the attention of the people in the city, and even the figure guarding outside the clan hall was drawn to the spotlight.

Shen Can pushed open the door and entered.

"Who are you?"

Luo Zhi raised his eyes and said, "Get lost."

But the next moment, Luo Zhi was shocked. His blood surged within him, and he unleashed a witch arrow engraved with runes.

Just as it was about to be thrown out, the hand holding the witch arrow was crushed.

Shen Can took the witch arrow and put it into his pocket.

For acquiring resources, the young master of the Bo family is an excellent candidate.

Immediately, Shen Can raised his hand and slammed it towards Luo Zhi's chest, but just as his fist was about to land, a burst of blood appeared on Luo Zhi's other intact arm.

The blood-red light rapidly outlined eerie runes in the sky.

A familiar feeling of blood witchcraft welled up within Shen Can.

With a raised hand, the blazing palm collided with the crimson runes.

A sizzling sound rang out, and with the collision, Luo Zhi was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the side, while Shen Can retreated quickly.

The crimson runes did not completely explode; instead, they quickly coalesced, transforming into an old, hunched figure.

The figure was only a foot in size, and its overall appearance was very blurry and bloody. With a wave of its hand, it stretched out a hand that looked like a chicken claw and reached down to grab Shen Can.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Shen Can immediately activated his Wild Beast Battle Body and punched the chicken claw hand.

Furthermore, the entire hall was filled with rising water vapor, forming a protective barrier in the air around it.

"Crack!"

The blood claw was shattered by the violent blood energy fist, and the small blood-red figure behind it was also broken into a cloud of blood mist.

But the fog rolled in again, and once more it condensed into a hunched figure in the sky.

"stop!"

"I am..."

Boom!

Before the old man could utter a second word, Shen Can's fist shattered the blood shadow that had been reassembled.

(End of this chapter)