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

Chapter 188 All Departments Gather, A Storm is Brewing!
Boom!

The force of the punch was as powerful as a mountain, vast and boundless, causing the entire stone hall to vibrate violently.

This is a martial arts imprint, not a dedicated offensive force, so it did not break through the witch talisman spirit barrier set up inside and outside the stone hall.

As for why the guy who just took office was blown to pieces, it's because he had to die.

Inside the stone hall, everything seemed to stand still.

Everyone looked toward that imposing figure and the fist imprint that suppressed heaven and earth.

"Marquis of Yongshan!"

"The Marquis's supreme fist technique!"

Finally, a voice roared out from the crowd.

A figure soared up like a large bird and rushed towards the suspended bronze vessel.

However, the sudden burst of this figure also startled the other martial artists.

As the largest market at the junction of the three regions, each barter conference attracts elders from various departments, as well as powerful wandering knights.

It can be said that most of the people present were martial artists at the eighth or ninth level of the Heavenly Meridian Realm.

As for the Divine Treasures, there are none. Only during each large-scale exchange event will warriors from various Divine Treasures arrive.

Boom!

At that moment, a streak of fire shot directly toward the first figure who leaped up like a giant bird.

Then, the one who dared to stick his neck out was blasted away and crashed into the stone hall wall, splashing up ripples of dark light.

"The legacy of the Marquis of Qianshan belongs to my clan!"

"How dare you! What are the Qianshan Marquis's tribes? This should belong to my Jinyang Marquis's tribe."

Rumble!
Streams of blood energy burst forth, roars rose and fell, and the shockwaves from the battle constantly collided with the rune-like spiritual restrictions.

"Stop it all!"

The middle-aged martial artist in white robes who was presiding over the exchange ceremony roared repeatedly.

He was completely bewildered. Could someone please tell him why the Marquisate had suddenly appeared?
He was merely the host of the daily bartering event, and he was truly astonished.

If things go wrong, the entire market city could be destroyed.

The Wanling Market is located at the intersection of three regions and does not actually belong to any of the three tribes. Instead, it is controlled by three city lords of the Divine Treasury Realm.

He has already sent a message to the city lord.

I hope the city lord arrives soon.

Despite the white-robed warrior's shouts, none of the figures in the arena stopped. Bronze weapons flew continuously in mid-air, and anyone who dared to approach would be attacked by the others.

"Since this is an event held through an exchange ceremony, let's follow the rules. My Fiery Fire Tribe is willing to contribute a precious medicinal herb!"

Seeing that no one could touch them, a roaring voice rang out.

"Get the hell out of here! You only need one precious herb to inherit the Marquis's legacy? Aren't you afraid the Marquis will jump out and strangle you?"

"The Fiery Fire Clan is utter bullshit!"

"Our department is willing to contribute five precious medicinal herbs!"

……

Just as the martial artists inside the hall were clashing, a powerful aura swept down from above the stone hall.

The terrifying aura caused the witch-inscribed spirit seals on the walls and roof of the stone hall to shine brightly.

A figure crashed through the stone door and landed on top of everyone present.

……

In the northeast of the city, in a dining hall that was over a hundred feet tall, Shen Can was leisurely eating his meal.

The wine here is also quite good, a bit smoother than that from Jidi.

Chewing on a leg of a three-colored pheasant, he looked up at the main hall in the center of the market.

Outside the main hall, countless shamanic runes emitted brilliant light, while inside, the booming sounds were like thunder.

They're just a group of Heavenly Vein Warriors, yet they've made such a big commotion.

The reason for choosing to take action at the Small Barter Conference was mainly to avoid being discovered.

It's much better to act powerful in front of a Heavenly Vein than to show weakness in front of a group of equals.

Besides, Bo Hou's boxing technique is undeniable; his Heavenly Vein technique can still stir up the winds and clouds, allowing Bo Hou to fly for a while.

At this moment, the constant tremors had already drawn the attention of the martial artists, who were all wondering if some treasure had been unearthed.
Before long, Shen Can saw a figure rush into the trading hall, and the commotion in the hall was immediately suppressed.

However, he was not in a hurry.

The one who rushed into the trading hall should be the city lord of this market. However, even if a fourth-tier divine treasure kills everyone in the hall, he will not let this matter be kept secret.

It seems that the Lord of Wanling City, who established a city for bartering at the intersection of three regions and was able to maneuver among the various tribes, was not a reckless person.

Not long after, the exchange hall reopened its doors.

The martial artists in the city saw streaks of light soaring into the sky, with those riding flying mounts taking off directly into the air.

Those without birds found their mounts and charged headlong toward the city gate.

There were no beasts around; it simply stepped over the houses and ran wildly in all directions.

"What happened? The barter always ends at noon, and this has only just begun!"

"Something big must have happened!"

The market was noisy, and everyone was guessing what had happened.

Not long after, an elderly figure appeared above the barter ceremony.

It is Li Wanyang, the city lord of Wanling Market!

"The supreme fist technique of Marquis Yongshan has appeared in the world. This city lord wishes to discuss the inheritance of the fist technique with the various departments!"
Prior to this, the three city lords of Wanlingxu Market protected the martial arts tradition within the city, and anyone can supervise us!

The aged body spoke, but his voice was as loud as thunder, repeating it three times, echoing throughout the city.

what!
"The legacy of the Marquis is now manifested at the Barter Conference!"

Throughout the city, many martial artists paled in shock.

At this moment, everyone in the entire market city subconsciously forgot about the trade, and all they spoke of were the supreme fist techniques passed down by the Marquis.

The already noisy sounds became even more deafening.

"If I could inherit the Marquis's legacy, I could avenge my mother."

"If I could cultivate the inherited techniques, wouldn't I be able to establish a powerful tribe like Yongshan's!"

……

The chaos of the mortal world suddenly spread throughout the city.

Countless figures rushed out of the city, all heading back to their tribes to report the news.

Inside the food palace.

"If I can obtain the inheritance, I will definitely become a divine treasure!"

Shen Can, holding a wine glass, started chatting with an elderly man he didn't recognize nearby.

"hehe."

The old man opposite him raised his wine glass and briefly covered the corner of his mouth.

"Come, drink."

He's an old man who makes a living in the market. He doesn't even have a home anymore, so naturally he doesn't care about inheriting the title of Earl or Marquis.

"Trust me, I guarantee I can hide the secrets of the gods."

Shen Can poured a bowl of wine for the old man.

The old man who drank Shen Can's wine nodded, "Yes, yes, I see that you have extraordinary bones and will surely become a god in the future."

Shen Can felt that the old man was quite nice; he flattered the old man when drinking his wine, and was a man of taste.

At this moment, look out the window towards the center of the city.

Then, three more figures appeared in the trading hall. The three sat back to back, protecting a small cauldron in the middle.

There are really a lot of discerning people in this market.

These three city lords are indeed capable of managing such a large operation.

It now seems likely that each of the visiting members will take a copy back with them.

Thinking of this, Shen Can chuckled softly. If only it were that simple.

There is a big difference between the martial arts imprint and the copy. The martial arts imprint contains the essence of its application and can help to successfully inherit and cultivate the martial arts.

When the time comes, who will get the original and who will get the rubbing?
However, these were not things he needed to consider. Judging from the way the warriors from various factions were running wildly just now, they were practically ready to set their own backsides on fire.

Several days later, news reached the market.

Jin Yang Mountain, a gathering place for wandering knights located northeast of Wanlingxu City, was suddenly wiped out. Who did it is unknown.

In any case, all the wandering knights on Jinyang Mountain disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. The vegetation was burned, and there were knife marks on the stones.

The entire area where the wandering knights gathered was completely transformed into a barren wasteland.

When the news reached the market, many martial artists clapped and cheered.

The wandering knights of Jinyang Mountain are truly despicable. They live off the Wanling Market, and the tribes and warriors who come and go to trade have been robbed by the wandering knights from the mountain countless times.

It is said that the wandering knights on the mountain are supported by a bo tribe, but because they are hidden in secret, no one knows exactly which bo tribe it is.

At least considering its proximity to the Wanling Market, the fact that even with three Divine Treasure City Lords, the market hadn't managed to wipe it out shows just how powerful the backing behind Jinyang Mountain is.

As for why Jinyang Mountain was completely massacred, even the people, plants, and stones were all wiped out.

For one reason only, Xie Yang, who displayed the most powerful fist technique at the barter conference, was a leader among the wandering knights of Jin Yang Mountain.

Although some people realized that Xie Yang was probably being controlled by someone else, otherwise he wouldn't have brought out the Bo Hou inheritance so abruptly.

But what if Xie Yang actually found the Marquis's legacy?

In this kind of situation, it's better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty go free.

Even though Jin Yang Mountain had already been thoroughly searched, some people still went there to conduct a second search.

For more than ten days, Shen Can wandered around Wanling Market, inquiring about some news and buying some rice seeds and medicinal herb seeds.

Compared to the small-scale medicinal herb cultivation in Ji County, there has long been extensive cultivation in other parts of Yong County.

Speaking of inquiring about news, several years ago, he came out of the Juyue Mountains and headed to Ji.

At that time, Huo Hou, who was in charge of contacting the tribesmen of Ji and the main tribe, went south along the Guimu River to collect news about Yongyi.

However, after several years, there has been no news of the Fire Monkey, and it seems that he is probably dead.

That morning.

Outside the city walls of Wanlingxu Market, a thunderous roar suddenly resounded, causing martial artists inside and outside the city to stop and look up.

In the distance, on the horizon, a thundercloud surged in as if lightning were falling from the sky.

"The Cloud Thunder Wild Eagle is Lei Wanche of the Giant Wilderness Tribe!"

"How did he get here so fast!"

"Nonsense, you'd be fast riding that eagle too!"

The lightning was still outside the city at first glance, but by the second glance it had already transformed into a thunderstorm and appeared in the sky above the market.

The enormous thunder eagle, several tens of feet in size, had lightning flashing on its broad wings, and a single horn on its forehead, crackling with lightning.

On the back of the Thunder Eagle, a middle-aged martial artist wielded lightning, exuding an incomparably domineering aura.

"Stop!"

As the Thunder Eagle charged into the city, the Great City Lord's hair and beard danced wildly, and his blood surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Chirp!"

The Thunder Eagle flapped its wings, and the lightning all over its body quickly gathered on the silver horn on its head, the terrifying arcs of electricity distorting the void.

With a deafening roar, it slashed down at the three city lords.

"They're trying to rob us outright!"

Shen Can, who was having breakfast, was also attracted by the sudden commotion.

Especially this giant eagle, whose speed is beyond imagination, is simply a precious bird for traveling.

The newcomer wields thunder and lightning, his dominance unmatched.

Even when the three city lords were practicing, they were all directly killed by the lightning released by the giant eagle.

"The Marquis's legacy, give it to me!"

On the back of the Thunder Eagle, the middle-aged martial artist raised his hand and reached down, conjuring a divine power resembling a sea of ​​lightning.

"You bastard, Lei Wanche, you're incredibly audacious!"

The city lord, who had been cleaved away, opened his mouth and spat out a black disc.

The three city lords poured their blood energy into the disc, and an enormous blood dragon rose into the air from it.

The enormous dragon body was over two hundred feet long, its entire form like real flesh and blood, smashing the falling sea of ​​lightning, letting the lightning scatter in all directions.

Then, the Blood Dragon crashed into the Thunder Eagle, but the Thunder Eagle's lightning bolts were all swallowed by the Blood Dragon.

With a loud bang, the Thunder Eagle was sent flying. It turned sideways, carrying Lei Wanche, and sped out of the city, disappearing into the horizon.

The blood dragon shattered into a sky full of blood mist, and the three city lords returned to their positions.

"Lei Wanche is truly domineering and unparalleled. He just grabs things without hesitation. But he probably won't give up this time if he fails to get them."

"Damn it, he just got lucky and became the master of a Thunder Eagle. He relies on the speed of this fourth-tier wild beast and doesn't even put the three city lords in his eyes."

……

Boom boom boom!
Another month or so passed.

The desolate wilderness outside the market trembled, as if a heavenly drum had been struck.

A ferocious beast, over forty feet tall, strode in, its forehead bearing a single horn that flowed with mysterious light, and its tail having five tails like heavenly whips, each shimmering with five colors.

Huang Zheng's eyes were filled with arrogance, and with each step he took, the earth would tremble and rumble. A single gallop could cover hundreds of miles.

And so, they stepped from the distant wilderness into the city in an instant, ignoring the houses along the way and heading straight into the city.

On the high food pavilion in Wanlingxu City, Shen Can was looking at the figure of the Tianzheng Earl, who had a great reputation in Yongyi.

These past few days have truly been an eye-opening experience.

The Heavenly Fire Bear of the Mountain Lord tribe, the Wild Beast Lei Kui of the Thunder Kui tribe, the Nine Mysterious Gu Eagle of the Mysterious Sun tribe, and the Guardian Beast Qing Yang of the Green Sheep tribe.

Each one possesses the bloodline of an ancient wild beast, and each one is a fourth-tier wild beast.

Ancient chariots and suspended warships came from all directions.

The succession of the title of Earl has brought many previously dormant Earl tribes back to life.

……

Two months later, a sandstorm swept in from the northwest.

Amidst the sandstorm, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and eagles cried out.

A yellowish-brown sandman, over a hundred feet tall, stood upright, swinging its fists and repeatedly smashing them at the swooping thunder eagle.

The sandman's eyes were sunken into holes, with flames dancing inside.

Of the nine regions of Yongyi, the sandy land is the most mysterious, as it contains vast expanses of sandy soil.

At this moment, the Sand Giant and the Cloud Thunder Wild Eagle clashed repeatedly, and as they fought, they headed towards the market city, causing countless people to flee in panic.

Figures continuously stepped into the air within the city, blocking the two combatants.

"Whether you have a real grudge or are doing this on purpose to get closer to the inheritance, give up on that idea."

"The legacy of the Marquis is a treasure of our Yongyi people; how can we allow villains to obtain it!"

……

Meanwhile, Shen Can had already left Wanlingxu City.

He's useless here; the rest is up to each tribe to do as they please.

In the Qingyang tribe, a hundred miles away from the mineral deposits, in a secluded place, Shen Can himself was hiding.

His divine sense was completely transferred to the clone.

At this moment, the blood and qi within the nine celestial meridians of the clone body surged, and the cracks originating from the celestial meridians had long been repaired.

The spiritual energy drawn from the mineral vein gathered into a vortex above the clone's head, continuously plunging into it.

On the bones inside his body, a beast pattern completely different from the original appeared.

Its shape is bulky, resembling a mountain, and the traces of the five wild beasts are minimized on this beast pattern.

(End of this chapter)