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

Chapter 168 The Alliance at Yanchi, Heading North!

Yanran Camp.

The four elders, the backbone of the tribe, gathered together and took turns reading the letter that Shen Can had sent over.

The Second Elder spoke first, "Alright, that's how we should do it!"

"Damn it, I've led so many comrades to fight against Xiaoyang for so many years, how many brothers have died, look at what kind of garbage we've been protecting."

The remaining three elders did not speak, but their eyes showed interest.

Unlike the Jishan Earl tribe, Yanran has only risen to prominence for about a hundred years. During this period, they have experienced rapid development and have fought countless battles, large and small, against the Xiaoyang branch of the Mukang lineage.

During this period, he tried to unite with some tribes in the southern part of Ji to resist Xiaoyang's attack, but few responded.

In particular, after seeing Yan Wanyun's tragic state, the Grand Elder Yan Chixia said that they should move westward and southward so that the Yu and Luo regions could personally experience the power of the tyrant.

The four elders are of one mind, and the words of the eldest elder naturally represent the thoughts of the other three elders.

If the clan leader hadn't been so deeply entangled in the three-headed tattoo, making it difficult for him to break free from Xiaoyang, they might have actually migrated away.

"What about the clan chief? What did the clan chief say?"

The second elder was impatient. "Let's go find the clan leader."

"keep the change."

Yan Wanyun's voice came from outside the tent.

"Just do it."

……

Inkstone.

Guimu River is a place with abundant water and grass.

The land near the riverbank has fertile soil, and rice plants grow wildly all around, one crop after another. Because no one harvests them, they have long since become mixed with lush weeds.

Looking around, you can still vaguely see traces of the field ridges.

When the Xiaoyang army marched south, they did not actually reach this place; this area was close to Xiaoyang's occupied territory.

However, the superior tribe of Yanshui, who had thrived in this place, abandoned this fertile land and migrated south as a whole.

The superior tribes had a number of inferior tribes as vassals, but the Yanshui tribe did not take care of these inferior tribes when they left.

It truly became a scene of utter chaos and abandonment.

The lower-class tribes paid tribute to the higher-class tribes every year in order to obtain their protection.

The Yanshui Department is simply accepting tributes without fulfilling its duty to protect them.

Yanchi Lake, with its surging blue waters, was once home to a type of fish called the Black Inkstone Carp.

After taking it, it can nourish the blood and qi, and help with the advancement from the second to the third stage.

Before leaving, Yan Shuibu scooped up all the large black carp.

On the north bank of Yanchi Lake, a large animal hide, more than ten feet in size, was laid out on the shore; there was nothing else besides the animal hide.

As the initiator of the alliance, Shen Can had arrived long ago.

The decorations were too shabby, mainly because they were too poor. He realized that no matter how much he decorated, it couldn't compare to the rich heritage of Jishan, a place with eight thousand years of history.

Let's keep it simple.

At worst, we can just kill a few owls to liven things up.

Therefore, Shen Can did not bring any attendants.

He caught some small black carp from the inkstone pond and kept them aside, waiting for the arrival of the two clan leaders.

Yan Wanyun arrived first, and he came alone as well.

He came alone, naturally to avoid being noticed by Xiao Yang.

Upon seeing the blue sky, green water, and a piece of animal skin, he was momentarily stunned.

He looked around and saw that the Fire Temple was indeed there, which must be the place for the alliance meeting.

"Does Chief Yan eat fish?"

From afar, Shen Can called out to Yan Wanyun.

"If you're going to eat fish, you need to gather some firewood, otherwise how are you going to grill it?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wanyun, who had just started to walk forward, turned around and headed into the distance. When he returned, he was carrying a pile of dry tree branches.

And so, the two fourth-tier powerhouses, one bent over to build a campfire, and the other bent over to clean the black carp by the lake.

"This is the first time I've heard of having to grill fish for a meeting."

Yan Wanyun lit the campfire, and Shen Can strung the fish on branches and tied them outside the fire.

"If there's no food, you have to cook for yourself."

Shen Can went into the inkstone pool and retrieved two more jars of wine, handing one to Yan Wanyun.

"With limited resources, let's just make do with drinking from the jar."

The two ate grilled fish and drank wine, neither of them mentioning whether the chieftain of Jishan would come.

As they were eating, a figure stepped through the air from afar and quickened its pace after spotting the figure on the shore of the inkstone pond.

"If you had told me there was grilled fish, I would have come earlier."

The chieftain of Jishan strode over, sat down directly next to the campfire, grabbed a fish, tore off a piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shen Can then took out several jars of wine from the water, cleaned the remaining black carp, and roasted them over the campfire.

"It feels like I haven't eaten like this in hundreds of years."

After finishing one piece, Lord Jishan took the second piece that Shen Can handed him, and ate it while sighing with emotion.

"I heard that before becoming the chieftain of Jishan, Senior Yuan was a wandering knight?"

Yan Wanyun held up the wine jar to indicate that he had not met the Earl of Jishan many times, and he had never thought of sitting and drinking like this before.

"Alas, those are old stories. I used to be a carefree wanderer, but unfortunately, my clan was targeted by Xiao Yang, and several brothers with even greater talent than me were killed one after another. I had no choice but to go back and inherit the clan."

Lord Jishan took a big gulp of wine. "It proves that wandering knights are no good clan leaders."

"The more I fight Jishan, the weaker it gets."

To say that the decline of the Jishan clan is the fault of the current Jishan ruler is impossible; the decline of the Jishan clan began several generations ago.

With the rise of Mu Xiao in Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang's power is greater than that of the human race, and the gap between them is widening.

"I have no idea how much wealth Xiaoyang has now."

After setting down the wine jar, the Earl of Jishan looked at Shen Can.

Shen Can remained calm, saying that if he liked watching, he could watch more.

"That's why we couldn't hold out any longer, and that's why Xiaoyang moved south."

Shen Can poked at the campfire. "Born in hardship, die in comfort. The tribes in other parts of Yongyi are too comfortable."

Even those living in comfort and security have started engaging in internal strife and colluding with other races.

Yan Wanyun ate his fish in silence. He was truly willing but powerless at the moment. If anything unexpected happened, he could become Xiaoyang's puppet at any time.

"In my opinion, we've been at an impasse with Xiao Yang for so long because we've been led by the nose by him."

This Mu Xiao can make a move whenever he wants, and we can only keep up with him.

Just like Chief Yan, who was implanted with the Three-Headed Secret Technique by Mu Xiao. Mu Xiao didn't even care about revealing that he was the one who did it; he just wanted to see Chief Yan fight like a cornered beast.

Hearing Shen Can mention him, Yan Wanyun felt that the fish in his mouth no longer tasted good.

The Earl of Jishan also looked at Yan Wanyun, having long noticed something was wrong with him.

Unfortunately, he was powerless to do anything about it. He lacked the decisive and ruthless spirit to sweep away all obstacles, and was somewhat hesitant and afraid of causing an even worse situation.

As a former wandering knight, the Earl of Jishan was naturally not this bold before.

But a wandering knight can be content with just one person eating his fill, and his whole family not going hungry. He can go wherever he wants, and at worst, he might die in some dangerous ruin.

With the burden of supporting a million people in the Jishan tribe, and countless large and small tribes spanning 30,000 miles north and south of Jishan, the Jishan chieftain no longer dared to have the adventurous spirit of a wandering knight.

For a moment, the three of them fell silent and began eating fish and drinking wine.

After finishing the fish and the wine, he got up and stretched a bit.

"Young friend Huo, how do you intend to fight?"

Lord Jishan composed himself and his expression became serious.

"Attack north, and strike directly at Xiaoyang's stronghold."

First, seize the initiative in the conquest. No matter how Xiaoyang fights, the three tribes' goal is to move north.

Previously, the Jishan Earl's tribe had too many concerns, but now they have shed all of them.

"Those tribes and peoples..."

Lord Jishan pondered for a moment, which was tantamount to letting Xiaoyang run rampant.

You killed my people, I'll retaliate by killing yours, let's see who wipes out their race first.

"Senior Jishan, do the tribes under your jurisdiction not practice martial arts?" At this moment, Yan Wanyun spoke up, "If you can't even protect yourself if you practice martial arts, what's the point of practicing martial arts?"

The land of Ji is vast, with different tribes residing in different mountains and fields, so even if one wanted to conquer it, one would have to divide one's forces.

Even though Xiaoyang is not immortal, when it attacks human tribes, the tribes cannot simply let it slaughter them without resistance.

Moreover, our three divisions are the main focus of Xiaoyang's attention. If they can't even withstand Xiaoyang's detachment, it further proves that they've been protected too well all these years.

Upon hearing Yan Wanyun address him as "elder," the Earl of Jishan was startled.

I'm getting old after all.

Shen Can gently tugged at Yan Wanyun.

"Since Senior Jishan has come today, it proves that he agrees with my point of view."

"Hesitation will only lead to more trouble, and Xiaoyang will not give us that chance."

As he spoke, Shen Can raised his palm.

Snapped.

A crisp sound rang out, and Yan Wanyun was the first to clap his hands.

There are no other human beings here, nor are there any ancestral temples for worship, so making a vow by clapping hands is the most convenient option.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Loud applause echoed above Yanhu Lake.

"In seven days, at the beginning of next month, the three tribes will simultaneously hold a swearing-in ceremony and raise their flags, launching a three-pronged attack on Xiaoyang from the north, heading straight into Xiaoyang's territory."

"At the same time, the three tribes, under the guise of an alliance, issued a proclamation to all tribes in Yongyi, stating that Aoshan had colluded with Xiaoyang and that all tribes should jointly punish him."

He ordered messengers to be dispatched to all the tribes of Ji, informing each human tribe of Aoshan's collusion with Xiaoyang to overthrow Ji.

Shen Can spoke, then looked at Yan Wanyun.

"The conquest of Liuming Ancient Land needs to begin at the end of the month. I will go to Yanran Camp to help Yanran defeat Mukang Branch."

After defeating the Mukang branch, proceed to Blood Pass Mountain City…

"No need, Jishan is enough for Blood Pass Mountain City."

Lord Jishan waved his hand directly, "I was too worried about gains and losses before. If we fight freely, I am not afraid of Mu Xiao. I am old, but not so old that I can't lift a sword!"

"Alright, the three of us will head north and meet at the source of the Guimu River."

Once the three tribes march north, it will be equivalent to completely opening up the defensive line blocking Xiaoyang's army. Whether Xiaoyang goes south or returns to his clan's territory will depend on Xiaoyang's choice.

Of course, after a great battle, it was impossible for all the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers to be left intact. As for how many they could kill, that would depend on the actual results of the battle.

In fact, the three divisions could have withdrawn to the edge of Ji, but with such a large army gathered and having been in a standoff for so long, a withdrawal would have made them vulnerable to an attack by Xiaoyang.

Besides, retreating directly means defeat. To open up the defensive line, we would have to fight our way through the middle of Xiaoyang's camp.

You go south, we'll go north, we'll each fight our own battles, and we can rebuild Jizhou in the north.

The core of this move is to let go and not get involved in anything. Xiao Yang cultivates martial arts, and so do humans. They are not weaklings.

There's a big difference between not having the ability to fight and having the ability not to fight.

It's impossible for Xiaoyang to personally lead a million-strong army to jointly attack every tribe. With so many tribes in Ji, how many millions of troops would that require?

As tribes dispersed one after another, the probability of successfully protecting their territory was actually quite high, provided each tribe was vigilant and held its ground.

Just like how Xiaoyang conquered Wanli to the south, didn't he just migrate tribes over and slaughter all the humans? They didn't have that kind of power!

After making a vow with a high five, Shen Can called out to Yan Wanyun.

"Chief Yan, I have some new ideas about the Three-Headed Secret Technique on you. Although it cannot help you break free from Mu Xiao's control, it can help you weaken its control."

It can be said that, apart from Mu Xiao, Shen Can was the one who understood Yan Wanyun's problems the most.

He could easily destroy the blood vessels formed by the Three-Headed Secret Technique, weakening Mu Xiao's control over Yan Wanyun.

This was a new solution he derived after further deduction.

……

Six days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Jishan Earl, Yan Wanyun, and Shen Can, who had returned to their respective tribes, had already arranged for their tribesmen to enter the southern part of Jishan in three separate routes.

The cavalrymen along the way announced to their respective tribes that Yongyi Aoshan had colluded with Xiaoyang to overthrow Jidi and make all the tribes in Jidi into Xiaoyang's prey.

Sanhuo, Yanran, and Jidi are the three tribes that rose to prominence in Jidi over the past century. Sanhuo rose to prominence during the conquest of Xiaoyang. Jishan is a guardian tribe that has protected Jidi for eight thousand years.

The three departments jointly proclaimed this to all directions, and how could the various tribes of Ji not believe it?

As agreed, the three cavalry units will meet at the confluence of the Luo River and the Guimu River after announcing the news to all directions in Ji. They will then march south together to Luo and Yu, spreading the message far and wide.

……

Oh oh oh!
The ancient land of Liuming.

Yanran Camp
Suddenly, a booming sound rang out in the camp, and on the newly built high platform, the glint of blades flashed and the clang of swords and halberds resounded.

Yan Wanyun stood with his hands behind his back on the high platform, and soldiers from various tribes gathered at the drill ground.

"The Yongyi Aoshan tribe and Xiaoyang have joined forces, intending to turn all the tribes of my Ji region into food for Xiaoyang. My Ji region has guarded the northern border of Yongyi for many years, and this is how we have been treated."

Yan Wanyun's voice boomed; in fact, the news had already spread throughout the camp.

Hearing Yan Wanyun's loud shout, the combined troops in the camp were filled with rage.

"Bring them back!"

Then, the First and Second Elders of Yanran dragged Ao Xuansong onto the high platform.

This is obviously fake.

Jishan also approved a fake one.

The three parts are in three different places, so it's a shame that 'Ao Xuansong' had to be cut three times.

"This is Elder Ao Xuansong of the Aoshan Earl's Clan. Do my clansmen still remember how Elder Aoshan forcibly broke into my Yanran several years ago?!"

"Kill him!"

At that moment, someone started to roar loudly.

"You barbarians from the north, I am Elder Aoshan, a powerful expert of the Divine Realm. Do you dare to kill me?"

"We, the powerful warriors of Aoshan, have come from the north and will surely slaughter you all. You bunch of horse slaves should be eaten by Xiaoyang!"

On the high platform, 'Ao Xuansong' struggled and roared. At this moment, no one would pay attention to how a fourth-order divine treasure, who had been beaten into such a sorry state, could still have such a loud voice.

Yan Wanyun stomped on Ao Xuansong, shouting, "You betrayed your clan! Today I'll kill you as a sacrifice to the flag!"

"You lowly wretch dare to kill me, you bunch of horse slaves!"

With a "plop," blood splattered, some of it landing on the Yanran banner, while the head rolled down below the platform.

Without giving the many soldiers below the stage a chance to speak, Yan Wanyun pointed his long sword directly at the camp of the Northern Mukang faction.

"kill!"

Rumble!
Unlike the Xueguan Mountain City of Jishan and the Muyan Camp, which are thousands of miles apart, the Yanran and Mukang tribes are only thirty miles apart.

The soldiers of the Mukang branch had heard about the commotion as early as when there was movement in the Yanran camp.

Just as they were about to begin preparations, they heard the earth tremble, and the gate of the Yanran camp was knocked down.

Countless human soldiers surged forth like a torrent across the undulating wasteland, wave after wave of them crashing down.

Formation?

What kind of formation is that!
Figures brandished their weapons, their battle cries merging into a deafening roar.

"Master, the Yanran clan has launched an attack!"

There was no need for the clansmen to report; the chief of the Mukang lineage had already come out ahead of time.

"What are you all standing there for? Form ranks!"

……

Rumble!
The brief burst of arrows fired by the Mukang tribe soldiers was no match for the overwhelming force of the Yanran army.

The two armies clashed with a deafening roar. In the instant of impact, countless severed limbs flew into the air, and a cloud of blood swept into the sky.

"Mu Yang, come and fight!"

Yan Wanyun stepped on the heads of the clan soldiers and charged towards the Mu Kang lineage leader.

The leader of the Mu Kang lineage grabbed a long spear and traversed the sky, also charging towards Yan Wanyun.

"Yan Wanyun, if you dare to lay a hand on me, today is your death day!"

The clan leader of Mu Kang roared, "Elder Mu Xuan, come out!"

With a roar, a white-haired owl leaped into the air from the camp and charged towards Yan Wanyun from another direction.

"The divine treasures of humanity, I shall taste them today..."

Before Bai Mao Xiaoyang could finish speaking, a brilliant five-colored light shone brightly from within the chaotic battle below, striking him like a streak of light.

(End of this chapter)