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

Chapter 209 Rabbit!

"No, we need to keep a low profile in the early stages and not bring people directly into the tribe..."

The act of continuing the torch and passing on martial arts, not to mention its impact within the human race, would be met with fierce attacks from other races alone.

Even if Zhiyan now possesses the strength of the Bo tribe, it's uncertain whether it can withstand the attacks from the alien races.

Leaning against the bed, Shen Can's thoughts began to churn.

He recalled his conversation with Lu Yang and the old shaman during the day. He had mentioned that Zhiyan had the Firewood Palace where martial arts and shamanism could be taught, but he didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, there's still room to continue writing.

"The Fire Palace is located in the Giant Mountain Range. Where exactly... I don't know. Whoever wants to find it can go find it."

"Our Blazing Flame Tribe has an outer sect academy, and we will also establish an outer sect academy in Daidi."

……

After spending the night, Shen Can had a preliminary idea, and the next step was to figure out how to implement it.

He then did not linger at Xingchen Mountain, but headed towards the Great Swamp in the eastern part of Dai.

There shouldn't be any major danger at Xingchen Mountain in the short term.

Heading to the Eastern Great Swamp was naturally an attempt to find traces of the underground river.

It is said that when the Tulou swept across the Dai region, many tribes from the Dai region sailed eastward.

At that time, many people fled into the eastern marshland because they were afraid of the powerful Tulou.

It's a pity that so much time has passed and no one has returned. Whether they have found a new place to live or perished in the swamp is unknown.

Traveling eastward, Shen Can trekked through mountains and rivers, encountering several places destroyed by the earthworms along the way.

Although these places were not the original locations where the Bo tribe of the human race established their clan, they were still places with superior spiritual energy for establishing a clan.

To guard against such places, large human tribes gathered again, and all such beautiful mountains and rivers were destroyed.

Like Yongyi, the vast plains of Dai are also dotted with countless rivers of all sizes.

After traversing mountains and valleys, we arrived at the edge of the eastern marshland.

Along the way, Shen Can also saw a tribe of slaves who had submitted to the Tulou, with a population of over 100,000.

Tulou used these ant slaves to spread their control over every corner of the land.

These lowly slaves possessed weapons and martial arts traditions, making them easy prey for the humans in the small settlement. They were truly loyal to the earthworms.

Looking out over the boundless waters, and along the way to the south, towering mountains rise majestically.

In Daidi, there is no legend of Xiangliu, only the vast and unfathomable marshland, where one can row a boat without knowing its boundaries.

The absence of Xiangliu does not mean the absence of other powerful wild beasts.

When Shen Can arrived at the Great Swamp, he didn't think about searching on his own. Instead, he followed the method he used in the Giant Mountain Range and sought out intelligent aquatic beasts to inquire about their whereabouts.

These guys are as intelligent as humans, and they know a lot.

……

More than a year has passed since Shen Canbei came to Daidi.

The group of clansmen who had followed him into the Giant Mountain were sent back to the valley. Instead of returning to their clan territory, they searched for various spiritual plants and herbs for the clan.

Knowing that there were fourth-tier lord-level wild beasts deep in the Giant Mountain Range, they did not venture deep into it.

A group of clansmen with the combat power of the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein divided into several small teams and began searching around the valley.

The shamans escorting the medical and pharmaceutical departments carefully inspected the foothills, valleys, and caves surrounding the valley.

Previously untouchable dangerous places and valleys are now places we dare to venture into.

These places are rarely visited even by wild beasts, and quite a few medicinal herbs, fruit trees, and spiritual plants have been left behind.

The definition of spiritual plants is similar to witchcraft medicine; they can gather some source energy, which is an ability that ordinary plants do not have.

In places where the source energy is relatively abundant, there will usually be one or two plants.

As for their rank, they're not considered high.

But the Blazing Flame Clan doesn't mind; whenever they find something, they bring it back to the valley and plant it outside the ancestral temple.

In this way, in a short period of time, more than two hundred various spiritual plants and fruit trees were dug up from the mountains surrounding the valley.

The ancestral temple was originally located beneath the Azure Phoenix Spirit Tree, but now even the original clan city is beginning to be obscured by spiritual plants and trees.

The fresh and clean appearance of the plants pleased the innate little spirits greatly.

Any spiritual plants recently brought back from the mountains will attract their attention.

At night, it absorbs moonlight, and the moonlight liquid released from its body falls down, allowing these spirit plants that have just moved to recover quickly.

The gathering of spiritual plants and fruit trees has made the wood-attribute source energy outside the ancestral temple increasingly concentrated, and even the primordial vein hidden beneath the ancestral temple has shown a growth trend.

It was midday, but the area under the spirit plant tree was not scorching hot. Figures were bending over, tending to the witch medicines brought back from the mountains.

While collecting spiritual plants, they naturally did not forget to collect witch medicines. Some of the witch medicines they brought back were not processed, but planted in the spiritual plant forest according to their habits.

With the care of the little spirits, these witch potions quickly adapted to their new environment.

However, it wasn't all good news; there was also some bad news: the weeds in the spirit plant forest were growing very fast.

If left untreated for two days, it will spread all over the place.

Therefore, the people from the medicine department come every day to clear away the weeds, so that the source energy is not absorbed by the weeds.

At this time, the little spirits would rest on the Azure Phoenix Spirit Tree, some even hanging there, swaying in the wind.

The Azure Phoenix Spirit Tree has now grown to a hundred feet tall, covering an area of ​​three miles, with lush branches and leaves, and radiating a dazzling spiritual light.

The ancestral tree of the Little Spirit Clan and the roots of the Azure Phoenix Spirit Tree have already begun to merge together.

The little deer-shaped herb was no longer afraid of the herb tribe. Sometimes it would even come down from the Azure Phoenix Tree and bury itself in the ground, leaving only its two antlers exposed.

As night falls and the moon rises, the sleeping little spirits awaken one by one, some flying to the tops of spirit plants, others wandering around with their long tails trailing behind them.

From afar, the moonlight shone brilliantly.

At this moment, a dozen or so members of the Medicine Clan, led by Yan Ling, greeted the flying Little Spirit Clan.

The Little Spirits have a strong learning ability and are already able to communicate simply with their tribesmen.

To strengthen ties with the Little Spirit Clan, Yanling would frequently lead her people to communicate with them.

When Aqing saw Yanling coming, she flew down from the tree, making a 'chirp' sound.

"What did you say? Something came to steal the medicine?"

Aqing then took flight and flew towards the spirit plant forest, with Yanling following behind.

The medicinal herbs that grow in the Spirit Plant Forest are all relatively rare and have a long medicinal life.

As for common witchcraft medicines, there are many in the mountains, and the tribe has also cultivated them in other places.

Led by Aqing, Yanling arrived at a patch of witchcraft herbs that resembled deer antlers.

These medicinal herbs have a fuzzy surface and a blood-red hue; they are called Bloodhorn. They can enhance the strength of first and second-tier martial artists and replenish the blood energy of third-tier martial artists.

Of the dozen or so medicinal plants planted here, the oldest is over 130 years old.

Nourished by the primordial veins below and bathed in the moonlight of the Little Spirit Clan above, the witch medicine can accumulate one to two years of medicinal age by growing here for a year.

At this moment, a small section of the oldest Bloodhorn Witch Herb is missing, clearly indicating that it has been broken off.

After the blood velvet horn is broken open, a blood-colored medicinal liquid will flow out, and a blood scab will form on the surface.

However, the broken section of this blood velvet horn emitted a faint spiritual light.

This made the flowing blood-red liquid glisten, without congealing, as if it had just been broken off.

"You did this?" Yan Ling examined the Blood Velvet Horn and then looked at A Qing.

She discovered that although some of the blood velvet horns had been removed, the remaining parts were well cared for.

If life doesn't dry up, it can potentially regrow.

Normally, after a portion of the blood velvet horn is removed, the medicinal liquid from that removed portion congeals, and it gradually dries up and stops growing, much like a severed limb of an old tree.

Sometimes, it can even affect the activity of the entire herb.

Aqing shook her head; it wasn't it that did it.

The moonlight liquid it spits out can only promote the growth of spiritual plants and herbs, and may even cause severed limbs of herbs to regenerate, but it depends on the situation.

Yan Ling lay down and carefully examined the broken part of the blood velvet horn. The blood-red medicinal juice was crystal clear and emitted a faint, refreshing spiritual light.

After scanning the area with my divine sense, I didn't find anything on the Blood Velvet Horn, but I did find a few scattered white hairs below it.

"Rabbit fur."

Yan Ling picked it up and examined it. She had worn a lot of rabbit fur shoes when she was little, and she still had a rabbit fur vest.

There are many kinds of rabbits in the Great Wilderness, most of which have low bloodlines and only know how to reproduce by instinct. They would never steal the Spirit Plant Forest.

Not to mention that after breaking off a section of the blood velvet horn, they also took good care of it.

This doesn't look like an ordinary rabbit.

After circling the spirit plant forest and finding no other traces, Yan Ling decided to wait and see for a few days.

She kept the blood velvet plant in her mind and came back to check on it two days later.

New shoots have been found growing from the broken spot on the blood velvet horn.

Yanling carefully took out a small leaf and removed a little of the blood-red medicinal juice remaining on the new bud.

Back at her lodgings, she selected an ordinary-aged herb, broke it, and dripped the blood-red sap onto the broken end.

The crimson medicinal liquid came from the blood velvet horn, but it contained a wisp of spiritual light fluctuation, which greatly interested Yan Ling.

A day later, Yanling discovered that the spot where she had cut the witch medicine had started to grow again, much faster than the normal witch medicine could repair itself.

In the following two weeks, more of the medicinal herbs in the Spirit Plant Forest were broken off, but only a portion was taken; the roots were not completely removed.

Without exception, there were remnants of spiritual light at the broken points, which were nourished by the medicinal herbs.

After Yanling tallied the items, she discovered that the stolen witch medicines were all for replenishing blood and energy and healing injuries.

She tried to collect the medicinal juices and did some research.

It was found that the older the medicine was, the less effective the spiritual light became. It is certain that the spiritual light has the function of nourishing the medicinal medicine.

If the composition of this spiritual light could be known, it would be of great use to the cultivation of witchcraft medicines and spiritual plants within the tribe, essentially making the herbs regenerate.

While conducting the experiment, Yanling did not forget to look for the rabbits that would gather herbs.

Gradually, some rabbit fur was found at the location where the part of the witch's potion had been broken off, confirming that it was a rabbit.

The rabbit was very secretive, and no rabbit burrows were found in the Spirit Plant Forest.

Yanling and her people guarded the spirit plant forest for several days in a row, and even the little spirits stared wide-eyed, but unfortunately they still found nothing.

The next day, when Yanling was checking the regrowth of the witch herbs, she discovered that two more rabbit hairs had sprouted from the base of one of the witch herbs.

Looking at the area where the leaves of this Bloodwort plant were removed, there's a slight increase in the amount of light used for its care.

This rabbit is quite reliable; it even knows to come back for a follow-up visit.

Seeing this, Yan Ling had an idea.

She came to a Yuanfulong grass, carefully removed the spiritual light from the broken part of it, and soon the broken surface began to seep out green medicinal juice again.

……

As night fell, a rabbit suddenly appeared in the wilderness outside the Spirit Plant Forest.

The rabbit looked up at the moonlight, then stood up straight and looked around.

On one side of its body, there was a scabbed wound with new downy fur growing out.

After landing, the rabbit darted towards the spirit plant forest, its body changing shape as it passed through the area.

When it encounters withered yellow grass, it turns yellow; when it encounters areas of mixed black soil, it also changes to the corresponding color.

While running, it will stand up and look around.

After entering the Spirit Plant Forest, its aura became increasingly mysterious, merging with the scent of the plants and trees in the forest, as well as the innate aura of the Little Spirit Clan.

Wandering among the spiritual plants and medicinal herbs, it was as if one were in a deserted place.

It raised its head and looked at the innate little spirit hanging in the tree, its eyes shining with excitement.

That's the kind of vibe it has.

Then, it would sniff this herb, look at that herb, and stop when it encountered a herb that still had some moonlight liquid left to absorb.

A medicinal aura containing the essence of moonlight was thus inhaled into its mouth.

Sometimes, when they approach a medicinal herb and see small weeds growing out of it, they will use their forehooves to pull the weeds away.

Even if the soil wasn't properly covered with the medicinal herbs, it would still ruffle it up and cover it up.

It came to the blood velvet horn that it had broken off earlier, and saw that new buds had sprouted. A look of joy appeared in its eyes.

Then, he started walking around again, stopping frequently to look at the medicinal herbs he had collected.

When it reached the Yuan Fulong Grass, it saw the green medicinal juice dripping down and the herb losing its vitality, and it suddenly became anxious.

In a flash, it was right in front of the herb. Wait a minute, I made sure to take good care of it last time.

Then, a moon-like light shone from the rabbit's body, like a tiny firefly, and landed on the broken spot of the Yuan Fulong Grass.

But after the witch medicine was restored, the rabbit suddenly bristled and disappeared into the lush forest of spirit plants.

Its speed was so fast that Yan Ling's vision blurred.

"Don't hurt it!"

Immediately, Yan Ling shouted, and a series of beast shadows appeared in the spirit plant forest, blocking the little rabbit's path.

"Yanling, this rabbit is so fat, and it even changes color."

"Be careful, this rabbit is quite strong."

……

"So you stole the medicine to treat your injuries."

Yanling and Aqing took the little rabbit from the tribespeople and began to communicate with it.

Seeing the figure that had grabbed it retreat, and surrounded by a Primordial Little Spirit Clan member and a human with a gentle aura, the little rabbit stopped struggling.

Yanling took it to her residence and began to examine the little rabbit's injuries.

……

Dai Di.

Shen Can was still inquiring about news along the Great Swamp.

According to legends of refugees from some settlements near the Great Swamp, there exists an old turtle in the swamp that has lived for a very long time.

The last time it appeared was a hundred years ago, attracting the attention of powerful earth spirits who captured it.

The martial artist who captured the old tortoise was the leader of the Tulou branch, who was stationed in the Dongze River Basin.

In the end, the Earthworm God, who was trying to capture the old turtle, not only failed to catch it but was also severely injured by it.

(End of this chapter)