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

Chapter 181 You can't only remember the good things about Jidi when you're killed by Xiaoyang.

That night.

Led by Mu Feilong, the Xiaoyang tribe soldiers hunted down more than half of the scattered Lishui tribe cavalry who were pursuing them.

The next day, fewer than four hundred cavalrymen returned to the Lishui tribe, and the tribe chief was also missing.

The Lishui tribe's advanced water transport system was built upon its possession of a large number of treasure ships and warships.

The fleet of ships anchored outside the tribe was burned to ashes overnight, accounting for almost two-thirds of all the tribe's ships.

For several days, the Lishui tribe soldiers searched frantically everywhere, but they could not find the whereabouts of their tribe leader. Instead, they found a group of human skeletons scattered in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Xiao Yang has already retreated.

Before retreating, they thoughtfully tidied up the battlefield, concealing their own traces to make it appear as if a human had attacked the Lishui tribe.

As for whether Lishui discovered that Xiaoyang was behind it, Mu Feilong didn't know, and it didn't care.

Because it has already run away.

He ran from Yu to Luo.

Taking action at the border between the two locations makes it incredibly convenient to shift targets.

News of the attack on Lishui spread quickly in the surrounding area.

That night, the raging fire illuminated the sky, dazzling and incredibly bright.

This was something that could not be concealed at all; so many ships were destroyed, and nearby tribes were all inquiring, trying to find out what had happened.

Soon, news spread that a shadowy figure, leaping like an ape, had been seen that night.

It's Xiaoyang heading south!

The chaotic news reached the town general's troops.

"Haha, Lishui has finally met its match!"

Upon hearing the news, the elders of the Zhenjiangbo tribe were overjoyed.

It's as if our ancestors have opened their eyes! For many years, Lishui has disrespected its superiors, and now the treasure ships that the tribe relied on for survival have been destroyed. It won't be possible to rebuild so many treasure ships in just three or five years.

"With the clan leader gone, it is time for our tribe to rise again and regain its former glory!"

"Yes, yes, we must also be wary of Xiaoyang. Let's investigate and see if there are any traces of Xiaoyang nearby."

……

One month later, in Luodi.

It was another dark and windy night.

Youyun Division.

The battle cries shook the heavens, flames raged within the tribe's territory, screams echoed everywhere, and figures leaped and bounded across the land, each leap slaying a human with each bound.

This is a small tribe of only three thousand people. After a night of fighting, the entire tribe was filled with a strong smell of blood.

This tribe happened to live in a valley, which made it extremely convenient for them to carry out their activities.

A group of owls laughed loudly as they devoured the flesh and blood of the human race.

Compared to humans, the Owl Sun Clan is closer to beasts. The brutality caused by devouring human cultivation is actually seen as a sign of strength by them.

High in the valley, Mu Feilong sat quietly, surveying his surroundings.

The reason for attacking this small tribe was naturally to ensure that his men had a good meal and would follow him south from Ji. Only when the tribe's soldiers were well-fed and watered could their morale be boosted.

As for the previous attack on the superior tribes in Yu, that was for its own benefit.

As the leader of Xiaoyang, whose status was comparable to that of the clan elders, he was naturally aware of the legend of the Human Pill circulating in the clan. According to the clan history, there were Xiaoyang warriors who advanced to the Divine Realm by consuming the Human Pill.

Mu Feilong did not know how to refine the elixir.

But it still understands the simplest point: the materials for Ren Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine) require skilled personnel.

For ordinary human beings, the Heavenly Vein is not very useful for their cultivation.

The Divine Treasury Realm is not to be trifled with; only humans at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm can serve as its nourishment.

Therefore, Mu Feilong's idea was simple: eat people, and eat more Heavenly Vein Ninth Layer cultivators.

Its subordinates feed on ordinary humans, feeding their offspring, and then it roams among various tribes, attracting human warriors at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm.

Of course, not every superior tribe has a ninth-level Heavenly Meridian warrior; an eighth-level or even a seventh-level Heavenly Meridian warrior would suffice.

A little over a month ago, the Lishui clan chief it swallowed made it feel a significant increase in its blood energy, and even its celestial veins seemed to have expanded a little.

In Ji, killing a human at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm is extremely difficult.

The Heavenly Vein Ninth Level warriors of Jidi would run away if they couldn't beat them, unlike the guys from outside Jidi who would rush out shouting for battle and offer themselves up as their own.

After feasting for two days, they set fire to the small tribe hidden in the valley, burning it to the ground.

A group of owls, carrying sawn-off giant arrows, dispersed into the mountains and forests in droves.

In the days that followed, Mu Feilong led his clansmen in a protracted struggle between Luo and Yu. After each attack, they would either flee thousands of miles away or break up into smaller groups and hide in the mountains and marshes.

In just one year, news spread across the vast northern lands of Luo and Yu that Xiaoyang's army had marched south, with tens of thousands of followers.

Without tens of thousands of owl yang, how could owl yang attacks occur in various places?

For a time, panic gripped the people. Small tribes trembled in fear, while large tribes launched several attacks, but failed to even catch the dragon's tail.

This made the story even more fantastical: Xiao Yang knew the art of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic that allows one to travel thousands of miles a day; today he is in Yu, tomorrow he will be in Luo.)

This is just the vanguard of Xiaoyang. Soon after, Xiaoyang's million-strong army will head south for a hunt.

Somewhere in the jungle.

A group of owls were resting, hidden in the lush woodland.

The mountains are covered with lush vegetation and have steep slopes.

"who!"

Mu Feilong, who was resting inside the cave, was suddenly startled.

"Mu Feilong, it's been really hard to find you!"

The slightly mocking voice startled Mu Feilong. Just as it began to circulate its blood energy, it was forced to prostrate itself on the ground by a violent aura.

Hidden treasure!

In an instant, Mu Feilong realized what was happening.

It had already run all the way to the south of Ji, so how come its own tribe still caught up with it?

“You did a great job!”

A moment later, Mu Feilong felt the oppressive aura on his body disappear, and a slightly outlined figure appeared in the cave.

"Elder of Muzhuang, you..."

Mu Feilong was startled when he saw the figure suddenly appear in the cave.

Mu Zhuang died decades ago; this is common knowledge within the clan.

"The clan will forgive your past misdeeds. If you can stir up trouble south of Ji, the clan will help you advance to the Divine Realm and even inherit the position of the Muyan Clan Chief!"

Mu Zhuang's words almost made Mu Feilong stop breathing.

Advance to the Divine Realm and become the Pulse Master!
He was a fugitive from his clan before, but now he's the successor to the clan leader.

This is too fast.

"What, you don't want to become the new leader of my Muyan lineage?"

"miss you!"

Mu Feilong's voice was firm.

"Over the past year, you have stirred up a storm across tens of thousands of miles between the two regions with more than a thousand clansmen. The clans have all witnessed this. The military tactics you used in Heyang were indeed effective."

Next, the clan will provide you with more manpower to help you conquer Luo and Yu. Do you dare to accept?

Upon hearing this, Mu Feilong hesitated.

"Don't worry, besides me being in charge, the leader of the Qiuyin Clan will also be in charge of the army. We will only help you hold off the fourth-level human race. The rest of the clan soldiers will be under your command!"

Whether you can become the new clan leader depends on how much trouble you can stir up!

……

Thistlefield.

Under Mu Xiao's instructions, the leader of the Qiu Yin lineage gathered the remaining troops and marched south to Luo and Yu.

But it wasn't stupid; it quickly realized that Mu Xiao had sent it to test the Ji Di people.

Therefore, it barely showed itself, only arranging for a few subordinates to gather the remnants of its army, while it only contacted its subordinates, fearing that it would be hunted by the human race.

Within a year, he had gathered nearly 300,000 remnants of his army under his command.

Of course, although these owls look numerous, they cannot compare to the elite tribal soldiers of the past. More than half of them are people from small tribes who migrated here.

These people were unable to escape back, and were besieged by the human race, so they could only scatter and hide in the mountains and forests.

……

"A mere commander of the Mu Yan lineage can stir up such fear among the people on the south bank of the Luo River. With an army of 300,000, wouldn't I be able to sweep across the entire Luo River region!"

After hiding in the mountains for more than a year, the leader of the Qiuyin lineage became increasingly restless after hearing the news constantly coming back from both sides of Luo and Yu.

But deep down, I still felt a little hesitant.

They were terrified of being wiped out by the three tribes of Ji.

After all, 300,000 people are enough for them to take action.

To avoid being surrounded and annihilated, these 300,000 people did not dare to gather together but were scattered in the central and southern regions of Ji.

This day.

"Master, if we don't act now, the King of Owls might get angry!"

Mu Zhuang came from the south and found the master of the Qiu Yin vein, hidden in a remote mountain corner.

Although he addressed her as "Master of the Pulse," Mu Zhuang's tone was full of threat.

"Alright, let's head south!"

The man with the swollen yin meridian felt a dull pain in his body and had no choice but to give in.

“My Mu Feilong, of the Mu Yan lineage, has already stirred up storms along the Luo River. He is waiting for you on the north bank of the Luo River.”

Mu Feilong stirred up trouble on the south bank of the Luo River, which naturally attracted the attention of Mu Xiao.

It discovered that Mu Feilong was indeed a talented individual.

The previous defeat in Heyang was simply due to bad luck; we encountered a cunning human race.

On the south bank of the Luo River, which had not been attacked for a long time, Mu Feilong's moves were like a fish in water.

A mere thousand people can stir up trouble across tens of thousands of miles; imagine the scene if someone could control hundreds of thousands of people!

Even if this is a conspiracy by the three tribes of Ji, Mu Xiao doesn't care about losing an extra 300,000 tribe soldiers. But if the three tribes of Ji don't move, the benefits will be enormous.

Urged on by Mu Xiao, Qiu Yin Mai Master no longer delayed.

The order was given to the clansmen scattered in various places, who then led their troops southward, crossed the Luo River, and met up on the south bank of the Luo River.

Next, Qiu Yin Mai Zhu became a little apprehensive.

The various tribes' troops marched south without being hindered by the Ji people, which did not put the Qiu Yin lineage leader at ease.

Only after the clan soldiers crossed the Luo River from dozens of locations did the leader of the Qiuyin lineage breathe a sigh of relief, truly confirming that the three tribes of Ji had indeed abandoned them.

His old rival had given up, leaving him somewhat lost and for a moment. More than 300,000 Xiaoyang gathered in the mountains on the south bank of the Luo River, and the leader of the Qiuyin lineage also saw Mu Feilong.

Looking at his fellow clansmen who lived in the mountains, Mu Feilong's eyes burned with desire.

Its position as the master of the pulse is about to arrive!
With over a thousand followers, he dared to spy on the superior tribes of the human race; with three hundred thousand people, he wanted to attack the Bo tribe!
Let the humans south of Ji Province see for themselves what a tyrant Yang is.

……

Lishui Tribe.

Since the clan chief disappeared more than a year ago, the clan has not only failed to elect a new clan chief, but has also become increasingly chaotic, even affecting daily business activities.

The reason for this chaos is that the town's elders repeatedly came to support the Second Elder's ascension to the position of clan leader.

The clan leader has offspring, but they are only at the fifth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm, and even with the support of the clan members, it is difficult for them to ascend to the position.

Moreover, the Second Elder is not only at the peak of the eighth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm, but also has the support of his clansmen, and now he is backed and encouraged by the Zhenjiang Bo tribe.

Inside the Lishui tribal city.

A black chariot, gleaming with golden light, was pulled by two long-haired, azure-scaled beasts, roaring through the city streets.

On the chariot, a middle-aged martial artist dressed in a magnificent robe with animal patterns turned around and shouted towards the city.

"By order of the Bo family, the two elders are virtuous and should be appointed as clan leaders!"

The howling sound was like a thunderclap, reaching the ears of many tribesmen in the city, which enraged them.

"As a subordinate, you must understand hierarchy. The clan rules of my Zhenjiangbo tribe are your regulations!"

"If you continue to be so unreasonable, don't blame my subordinates for cleaning house!"

The chariot roared out of the tribal city and, escorted by a troop of cavalry, headed southwest.

On the chariot, the town's chief elder smiled broadly. After so many years, the prestige of the Bo tribe had finally returned to the territory of this disobedient superior tribe.

go!
The chariots rolled along, traversing mountains and valleys, passing by some small tribes along the way.

The long-haired beast pulling the cart had no scruples and traveled directly through the flat millet fields. The small tribes along the way could only kneel and bow, not daring to show any anger.

When they were less than three hundred miles from the clan's territory, the earth suddenly trembled. As they rounded a small mountain, the town's chief elder and the others suddenly saw a group of owl-like creatures.

"Xiaoyang!"

"Quickly, get back to the tribe!"

But before the group had gone very far, they saw more owls appearing in the wilderness, heading straight towards their clan's headquarters.

"Xiaoyang has moved south!"

"Elder, Elder, what should we do? What should we do!"

A group of Heavenly Vein Realm guardian warriors, gazing into the distance at the earth-shaking, surging Xiaoyang army, were momentarily thrown into disarray.

Although there were rumors of Xiaoyang's southward advance, no matter how much a thousand or so people stirred up trouble, they could only attack some small tribes.

Besides, since the three tribes of Ji sent out their proclamations, they have already gone to Ji to investigate.

I knew long ago that the three tribes of Ji had defeated Xiaoyang. Although the three tribes of Ji also suffered heavy losses and migrated to another place to recuperate, Xiaoyang should have long lost the strength to move south.

The scattered Xiaoyang soldiers in Ji were nothing more than a group of scattered and disorganized troops.

Even if a group of defeated Xiaoyang warriors head south, what difference is there between them and bandits in the wilderness?

Could it be that Xiaoyang, a tribe south of Jidi, which could defeat even the barbarians of Jidi, is so weak that they can't even defeat a few remnants of their army?
Therefore, when Zhenjiangbo learned that Lishui tribe was selecting its next clan leader, he was focused on taking over Lishui and had no time to pay attention to the remnants of Xiaoyang.

At this moment, seeing a group of Xiaoyang Clan soldiers charging towards him, the town's Grand Elder roared.

"Charge through, return to the tribe. With the ancestral guardian of the tribe, the remnants of the Xiaoyang army will soon disperse."

Whoohoo!
Unfortunately, the town's chief elder roared too late.

Even before the group had finished arguing, the Xiao Yang soldiers who rushed forward all threw their wooden spears.

The dense array of wooden spears instantly killed more than a dozen people.

The remaining people, seeing that Xiao Yang was about to surround them, immediately lost their courage and urged their mounts to run away.

"Follow me and fight your way out!"

The Grand Elder, a man of experience, spurred his chariot forward.

However, the closer one gets to the clan's territory, the more numerous the owl-like swarms become. When one finally sees the clan's territory, one can see countless owl-like swarms rushing into it like giant waves.

Within the clan's territory, a massive, black, dog-like beast, its body covered in blood, roared.

The entire territory was engulfed in flames, and tribesmen were scattered and fleeing everywhere, with no one organizing an effective defense.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the guardian beast of the tribe roared in resentment and crashed heavily to the ground.

The Grand Elder hurriedly turned the chariot around and rushed outwards.

"I will go and conscript soldiers from all the tribes and vassal tribes to save our tribe!"

"Go to the Jishan tribe for help! Damn Jishan, didn't you defeat Xiaoyang? Why didn't you wipe them out completely!"

……

Oh oh oh!
As the Grand Elder drove away, Xiao Yang wanted to give chase.

But they were immediately called back by the sound of horns and rushed into the town general's territory.

"Eat as much as you want, and then we'll continue south!"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Having suffered a major defeat in Ji, the Xiaoyang people, who had been hiding in the mountains and forests in fear for more than two years, have now had their bestial nature reignited.

The previous fear was overshadowed by the great victory in attacking the human tribe.

Everywhere, the sounds of owl-like creatures laughing and roaring filled the air. One after another, owl-like creatures quickly captured humans and stuffed them into their mouths.

Before nightfall, the attack on Xiaoyang, the commander of the Bo tribe, had already completely destroyed the entire Bo tribe's territory and set it ablaze.

Then, they rushed to the next tribe.

"We must turn this area into our hunting ground before the humans can react!"

Mu Feilong led Xiaoyang eastward, completely ignoring Xiaoyang who had fallen behind along the way.

For it to become the master of the Muyan meridian, it must demonstrate its power to others.

Its goal is simple: to destroy the major human tribes within tens of thousands of miles of the border region between Luodi, Yudi, and Shadi as quickly as possible.

If the human race reacts and its various tribes unite to encircle and annihilate it, then the tens of thousands of miles of ravaged mountains and fields will become a new 'Ji' war zone.

At that time, even if all the owl-like creatures under its command are scattered, and the human race spends ten times the strength to besiege and kill it, it may not be able to completely wipe out the owl-like creatures.

……

For the next six months or so, Mu Feilong led the Xiaoyang Clan soldiers to sweep across the border region of Luo, Yu, and Sha.

The Zhenjiangbo tribe and its subordinate superior tribes, such as Lishui, Yuntong, and Fushui, were either wiped out or severely damaged.

They even advanced southwards, reaching the central part of Yu.

The various tribes in Yuzhong formed a coalition army, with Bi Fangbo's tribe providing a large amount of military equipment as support.

However, the combined forces of dozens of outdated tribes and superior clans were completely overwhelmed by the constant incursions of the Xiaoyang tribe before the decisive battle could even begin.

When the last few dozen allied forces dispersed, Xiaoyang selected and defeated several of them, causing the other tribal troops to panic and collapse.

After the war, Mu Feilong selected 50,000 elite troops from 300,000 tribal soldiers, and organized the remaining 200,000 into dozens of large and small units. He personally taught them scattered warfare tactics and sent them to harass various human tribes everywhere.

For a time, people in Luoyang, Yuzhou, and Shazhou turned pale at the mention of Xiaoyang.

……

Inside a stone hall deep within the territory of the Jishan tribe, the Jishan Earl, recuperating from his injuries, gazed at the intelligence reports sent back from the south.

His lips twitched, but for a moment he didn't know how to curse.

They had clearly been told that Xiaoyang was heading south.

His blood was churning, and he couldn't calm down to heal his injuries. It took him three days to regain his composure and enter a meditative state.

The land of the Blazing Flame Clan.

Ancestral temple.

The magnificent hall, standing tall in the middle of the mountains, overlooks all directions. Outside the hall, temple guards stand solemnly, their postures ramrod straight.

Then, the clan leader's roar echoed from inside the ancestral temple.

"Are they useless?!"

"Even if the allied forces were a million boars, they could still kill these owls with their sheaves!"

Inside the ancestral temple, the firebox roared.

Shen Can was wiping the sacrificial vessels.

"It seems that the Jishan Earl's tribe has really protected these people too well over the years. Apart from internal strife, they have nothing else to do."

Seeing that Shen Can remained silent, Huo Tang had to speak his mind.

He stomped his feet in anger and paced back and forth in the ancestral temple, round and round.

"Damn it, Xiaoyang still learned our tactics. Look at them, they even break up into smaller units, launch long-distance raids, and then run away!"

"Does this count as helping Xiao Yang harm my own people?!"

Shen Can put down the soft fur in his hand and looked at Huo Tang. "Chieftain, you are a horse slave and a barbarian."

Huotang: "..."

"Fuck him!"

After uttering a curse, Huotang hurriedly left the ancestral temple.

Afterwards, Shen Can checked the time and walked out of the ancestral temple.

In a large hall at the foot of the mountain, more than two hundred figures sat densely packed together, each of them a wizard.

"Temple!"

Upon seeing Shen Can enter, the group of people all stood up and bowed.

"Everyone sit down."

Shen Can walked to the high platform at the very front of the main hall and looked at everyone present.

“In three days, you will be going to various settlements to do your work. I have prepared some things for you.”

As he spoke, Shen Can gently patted the magic pouch, and one item after another flew out.

There is a stone bucket, a wooden ruler, a book of blazing fire, and nine different sacrificial bronze artifacts.

"After taking office, we must standardize the measurement, tell more about the deeds of our clansmen, teach them how to perform sacrifices, and select new shamans for the shaman temple."

Over the past year, Shen Can and Huo Tang have completed a new round of reforms for the tribe.

It is unrealistic for more than three million people to gather in their ancestral lands. Without sufficient food production and prey, it would be difficult to sustain their livelihood for an extended period.

Therefore, settlements were built in the convenient locations of mountains and rivers surrounding the clan mountain for three thousand li.

Similar to the initial setup of gathering points along the coast of the Great Swamp.

The larger gathering points are presided over by martial artists at the sixth or seventh level of the Heavenly Meridian, while the smaller gathering points are presided over by martial artists at the fourth or fifth level of the Heavenly Meridian.

These shamans were the priests sent to various gathering points to undertake the responsibilities of education and sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)