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

Chapter 187 The Power of the Temple Peach, Let's Cultivate in Your Mine
A hundred miles away from the ancestral temple, still within the territory of the Blazing Flame Clan, on a large tree, Yang Duan stood on a branch, gazing in the direction of the Blazing Flame Ancestral Temple.

Bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, reflecting the scene in Shi Xuan's eyes.

Since entering Ji, the news we've heard along the way has been a bit too much. This so-called Blazing Flame Tribe has no defenses at all; it's full of loopholes.

He swaggered in without encountering any obstacles.

This kind of spirit offering won't work either!
The northern barbarians, though few in number, have made a name for themselves among the barbarians!
hum!
Just as Yang Duan was feeling disdainful, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated the night, enveloping the entire tree and Yang Duan beneath it.

Yang Duan was greatly alarmed.

An invisible force blew so hard that his mouth was deformed. In his haste, he let out a long howl, and his entire body rapidly shattered, blood flowing out.

Roar!
With a whoosh, three upright horns grew from the top of the sheep's head, and fine scales appeared on its cracked body.

This is the Blue Sheep, though it is not actually a sheep, but an extremely powerful wild beast.

The instant Yang Duan transformed into a blue sheep, the blood energy rising from his body gathered above his head, transforming into a blue sheep dharma image ten zhang in size.

This image is completely wrapped in blue vines, and covered with sharp barbs from top to bottom.

The three ram horns glowed purple, and the ferocious ram's head roared.

Boom!

But in the face of the roar of the Azure Ram Dharma Image, a palm struck down from mid-air.

A vast landscape unfolded in his palm, a shimmering, illusory image, which was swallowed whole by the blue sheep with a single slap.

Within a radius of a thousand feet, a vast and immense pressure also enveloped the area.

Roar!
A scream of agony from the blue sheep echoed throughout the clan's territory. The blue sheep dharma image, which was ten feet in size, was slapped down to less than five feet by the palm of a hand. The original dharma image, which was derived from it, was not even a foot tall and turned into a bloody mass.

The tree turned to dust and vanished, leaving a palm print on the ground.

There was a blood clot in the center of the palm print.

The shattered Azure Ram Dharma Image transformed into inch-by-inch rays of light, which began to dissipate in all directions, like a cluster of fireflies drifting away, illuminating Shen Can's location.

Feeling the almost depleted blood energy in his divine treasure, Shen Can stood calmly beside the giant handprint and looked around at the dim surroundings.

"Since you're already here, please!"

As soon as Shen Can spoke, a figure in the dim light darted outwards like an eel, seemingly without any sense of direction.

It moved so fast it was as if its buttocks were on fire, disappearing in a flash into the undulating terrain.

At this moment, the alarmed clansmen also gathered around, but the terrifying aura emanating from the palm print made it impossible for them to get any closer.

Only Huotang withstood the oppressive aura and approached the handprint.

"Killing a chick scared away a monkey."

Shen Can said, "Just leave it here for him to see."

When he first made his move, he did not clench his five fingers into a fist, but instead used his palm to create a fist-like motion.

Once you understand one thing, you understand everything. Shen Can even felt that using his palm to unleash the "Suppressing Mountains and Rivers" technique was more convenient.

Every punch lands with flesh, but nothing beats a perfectly shaped pancake.

Look at this palm print, the flesh and bone are connected. If you take a giant arrow, you can put it on the grill.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Can took the witch's sac out of the flesh and blood, and turned to head back towards the ancestral temple.

Among the tribespeople who crowded around, fervor and awe flashed in their eyes. The temple did not often make a move, but each time it did, it made people's hearts tremble.

This is a sacred treasure, it's only worth a slap from the temple?

Oh no, it didn't even withstand a slap.

A martial artist in the Divine Realm can live for at least four or five hundred years. Their aura has long since undergone a qualitative change compared to their Heavenly Vein. Even if they become a blood mass with bones and flesh connected, the aura they emit can still last for a long time.

Ordinary clansmen felt a powerful pressure and dared not approach even a fraction of a second, while those of the same level could sense the aura from a great distance.

With this strong bond of blood, anyone who tries to break in again should think twice before admitting they have enough backbone.

After all, the guy who was killed was no ordinary Divine Treasure cultivator, but rather a mid-stage Divine Treasure cultivator.

……

The figure that rushed out of the Blazing Flame Clan's territory ran for thousands of miles in one breath and rushed into a lush wilderness.

"Luckily, Yang Duan was there in front. Damn it, how could such a terrifyingly powerful person be in charge of this small tribe?"

It took Fuma a long time to calm down.

He won't admit his mistake. He even used the Azure Sheep Dharma Form, yet he was still completely powerless to fight back.

I've been given a second chance at life.

Fuma felt lucky that Zhiyan Temple Peach hadn't aimed at him before making its move; otherwise, it would have been Yang Duan who ran out.

"With Yang Duan dead here, it's unlikely that the Qingyang tribe will let this go."

"Fine, I'll wait a bit longer."

……

After returning to the ancestral temple with the shaman's bag, Shen Can opened it.

There were over three thousand Originium stones of various kinds, including quite a few common century-old medicines, but unfortunately no rare or precious medicines.

Scattered magical artifacts, cultivation scrolls, ores, and so on.

"Upper Qingyang Mystic Technique!"

Shen Can picked up a bronze-cast blue ram and, after immersing his divine sense inside, sensed the cultivation technique engraved within it.

The interior of the bronze-cast exterior contains a secret copper ore that has the effect of connecting with the divine.

Then, another scroll of notes was pulled out from inside the main scroll.

"Today I've advanced to the mid-stage of the Divine Treasury Realm, a cause for great celebration..."

“I have grown fine scales and suddenly want to drink some blood like wild beasts. This is the beast transformation recorded in the clan.”

"How can I, a dignified human, be corrupted by bestiality? I will never eat a single drop of blood."

"no way!"

……

"Legend has it that our ancestors ate raw meat and drank blood, which seems to make sense. There's nothing wrong with eating bloody things, so I'll give it a try..."

There was a long blank space after the journal, and there were no further records.

Then, Shen Can looked back again and found that the previous records lasted for nearly three years, and then stopped after he first tried it.

Putting the journal aside, this was the first time he had witnessed the inner struggle of a cultivator undergoing beast transformation.

Afterwards, Shen Can focused his attention on the Qingyang Earl's tribe.

Soon, he found a map of the nine regions of Yongyi and located the exact location of Qingyang.

The map was reproduced from the Jishanbo tribe.

The Qingyangbo tribe is located south of Luodi, north of Zedi, and borders Daze to the east.

"The Qingyang tribe must have abundant mineral resources."

With this in mind, Shen Can returned to the Juyue River Valley and brought back the sacrificial artifacts that the elders of Daidi had been sleeping in the ancestral temple of the clan.

And the volcano in Luoshui was also returned to the tribe.

In this way, with two warriors, Huoshan and Huotang, who have cultivated battle bodies within the clan, plus the spirit priest Daidi, they would be able to put up a fight against any outsiders from the invading tribe. As for the spirit priest Ji Tianlong, he should try to refrain from taking action as much as possible.

After doing all this, Shen Can quietly left the clan with the Bohou Supreme Fist Technique that he had created.

First, they traveled south along the Guimu River, diagonally crossing the Yu and Luo regions, and entered the northeastern part of the Ze region, heading towards the Qingyangbo tribe.

The journey took us through vast grasslands and endless rolling mountains, with lush vegetation and rivers and lakes everywhere, inhabited by many wild animals.

It's a similar environment, only less wild and untamed than the Ji region.

Shen Can did not linger to admire the scenery, but went straight to the location of the Qingyang tribe.

The Qingyang tribe has many tribes under its command, including more than thirty superior tribes that it relies on.

Unlike the relatively tolerant Jishan tribe, the vassal tribes under the Qingyang tribe, in addition to offering sacrifices at annual ceremonies, also had to provide a certain number of tribe women and slaves to the Qingyang tribe every ten years.

The Qingyang tribe will take 60% of any mineral veins discovered by any of its members, regardless of whether you discovered them on your own.

Of course, subordinate tribes can discover and secretly excavate, as long as they are not discovered by the Qingyangbo tribe.

Once discovered, the entire clan would be exterminated, even in superior tribes where the chieftain, elders, and their descendants would be killed, and the remaining members would be sold into slavery.

It is said that at first, they only took 30%, but now it has gradually increased to 60%, and Qingyang will also send clansmen to oversee the mines under their command.

These people swaggered around the mining area, and all departments had to go to great lengths to serve them, otherwise, the amount of ore to be offered would be insufficient.

Yuanling Valley.

A large mineral vein, located tens of thousands of miles away from the Qingyangbo tribe, was discovered and mined by the Xuanguan tribe, a superior tribe under its command.

The Black Stork is long gone; it is now being directly mined by the Qingyangbo tribe.

The entire valley is deep and long, with extremely steep mountain walls on both sides. At the entrance outside the mountain, a large military camp was built, garrisoning tens of thousands of soldiers.

The valley was a thousand miles in circumference, filled with towering stone blocks and caves, and the miners were so numerous that they looked like ants crawling around.

The rock walls on both sides and the mountaintop are lined with sentry posts, and occasionally a grey bird flies by in the sky to patrol.

The figure emerging from the cave carried baskets filled mostly with ordinary soil and stones. After each basket was dug out, the soil and stones were dumped together and then sorted by others.

Upon arrival, the moment Shen Can's consciousness entered his clone, he sensed the surging spiritual energy of the minerals in the surrounding area.

Since we were already here, we naturally inquired about the situation on the way.

On average, this mine produces a fourth-tier ore every hundred years; otherwise, there wouldn't be a ninth-level Heavenly Vein warrior stationed in the camp outside the valley.

However, the camp was somewhat spacious, with many women coming and going, and crying or loud shouts could be heard from some of the tents.

Under Shen Can's cover, the clone easily entered a mine and followed the winding mine downwards, heading towards the place where spiritual energy was most surging.

Using the clone's senses, Shen Can clearly perceived that beneath this land, there seemed to be a large, undulating dragon lurking.

The dragon's body was covered with holes dug out, making it look extremely broken.

Before even getting close, the clone activated its technique, drawing in the metallic energy permeating the mine.

This aura, which would be extremely repulsive to a normal martial artist, was something the clone found incredibly appealing, and the more it absorbed the starlight within its body, the more dazzling it became.

As you go deeper in, the pervasive aura is not only filled with the energy of metal and stone, but also includes an aura that blends the attributes of the five elements.

Deep within the earth, a hazy, misty current lingers among the soil and rocks, its gentle flow blending with the earth and stones.

During this process, the soil and rocks deep within the earth begin to transform, evolving from ordinary ore into high-quality ore.

While brimming with spiritual energy, it also draws upon the power of the five elements in the universe to replenish itself.

When Shen Can sensed this mist, his divine sense passed right through it and couldn't pinpoint its location.

In the Great Wilderness, this kind of spiritual energy that can nurture mineral veins is called Earth Mother Spiritual Energy. Only when Earth Mother Spiritual Energy is born can higher quality ores appear.

Ordinary ore veins can only produce Tier 2 ore at most.

The Earth Mother's spirit cannot be captured, but it can be dispersed by things and returned to the world.

Moreover, the nurturing effect of the Earth Mother's spiritual energy on the mineral veins is beyond human control. 'It' roams within the mineral vein area, releasing its energy irregularly.

In this situation, the quality of the same piece of ore within the mining area will vary. Sometimes, a piece of high-quality ore will suddenly appear inside a piece of very poor-quality ore.

If a powerful individual forcibly excavates the entire vein, the Earth Mother's spiritual energy will dissipate. You might obtain a fourth-tier ore, but the price is that the mine will become unusable afterward.

Finding a piece of ore that shimmered with a metallic luster, the clone directly chiseled out a hole, crawled inside, and sat down cross-legged.

Then, as the clone began to breathe, wisps of golden light flowed into its body like water.

He was like a giant beast, swallowing up massive amounts of mineral energy with every breath.

Fortunately, the mine was large enough, and the clone was located at the bottom, so ordinary miners couldn't detect anything.

Unless the clone advances to the Divine Realm here, it will definitely cause a huge commotion.

……

Wanling Market.

Located at the intersection of the three major regions of Yu, Ze, and Yun, this place sells rare items renowned throughout Yongyi, such as the divine weapons of the Bifang tribe, the medicinal bones of the Tianzheng tribe, and the seven-colored spirit pearl fish of the Qingyang tribe.

Rare items naturally attract people's attention, and over time, this led to the establishment of barter fairs.

It's basically an auction; the highest bidder wins.

After settling his clone in and having it secretly absorb the spiritual energy of the mineral vein, Shen Can arrived at the Wanling Market, ready to publicly display the supreme fist technique he had brought.

He originally intended to simply scatter it all along the way.

But in that case, the possibility of scarcity increasing value would be lost.

He possessed a genuine Bohou Law, and Ji Lingji Tianlong had even met the Bohou of Yongshan, so he specially created a martial arts manual.

With only a few handwritten copies of text, how can it be as convincing as the Marquis personally appearing to impart his skills?
At that time, it will be obvious whether these guys will head north to Ji or compete for the succession of the marquisate.

At that time, with Zhiyan stationed in the north, looking south from a high vantage point, he will have time to recuperate, cultivate the core strength of the tribe, and lay the foundation for the Bo tribe.

……

In the very center of Wanling Market, inside a massive stone palace.

On the high platform in the middle of the stone hall, an old man in white robes spoke up, "Which friend below has any treasures they wish to exchange?"

His gaze swept across the scene. Some people in the stone hall had covered their faces and put on loose robes. Some even had witch talismans pasted on the outside to prevent themselves from being spied on.

Of course, many people don't care.

As the old man spoke, a middle-aged martial artist dressed in a black robe stepped onto the stone platform and pulled out a bronze artifact with a wave of his hand.

The bronze artifacts are also covered with densely packed black water and mysterious light shamanic seals.

"Xieyang, what are you up to? You should at least bring some treasure. You think you can fool us with just a bronze item?"

Upon seeing the martial artist go up, someone in the audience spoke up.

"Bah!"

However, the middle-aged martial artist holding the bronze vessel grinned and tore off the shamanic symbols on it in one swift motion.

In an instant, a vast aura burst forth from the bronze artifact, blasting the middle-aged martial artist into a cloud of blood mist.

A majestic figure emerged from the bronze vessel, an invisible pressure enveloping the entire hall.

Then, the figure unleashed a massive fist shadow with both hands, which converged into a fist imprint that evolved into the Dharma Image of Mountains and Seas.

"Fist that can shake mountains and rivers!"

(End of this chapter)