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

Chapter 297 Sacrifice to Bohou

When selecting a punishment officer, one must choose someone ruthless and indifferent to family ties, so that they can act decisively and efficiently without being influenced by external factors.

After much thought, Shen Can decided that for the time being, he could only let his clone do the work, first setting up the framework, selecting a group of people, and training them gradually.

This part is also easy to select; they can directly choose Divine Treasure and Heavenly Vein Ninth Level warriors from the various tribes of the alliance to serve as major and minor punishment envoys.

The Great Punisher of the Divine Treasury Realm is selected from the Bo tribe, which has many Divine Treasury Warriors.

The minor punishment officer is selected from the remaining Bobu, who has only one Shenzang.

The reason for this selection is that most of the tribes with only one Shenzang are only one generation of tribes. If the only Shenzang in the tribe is chosen as the punishment officer, then there will be no one to command their own tribe's soldiers.

Selecting warriors at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein Realm from these tribes is almost equivalent to choosing the seeds of divine treasures they are cultivating.

The next day.

Side hall.

The clone, clan leader Huoshan, Huozhang, Yan Wanyun, and Jishan Earl gathered together.

Yan Wanyun and the Earl of Jishan already knew that the clone was Shen Can's agent outside.

"If these powerful tribes were to allocate personnel as high-ranking punishment officers, wouldn't they be plotting something behind the scenes?"

Yan Wanyun offered his opinion. Having personally experienced the battles between Ji and Xiaoyang, he had an instinctive distrust of most of the tribes in Yongyi.

The same goes for the Earl of Jishan. In his eyes, only a few tribal chiefs in the southern border of Jishan were on good terms with him.

One was a stable boy from the north, the other a fisherman from the south.

These tribes in the heart of Yongyi are quite skilled at giving nicknames, to say nothing of anything else.

At this moment, the clone spoke up, "The first requirement for a punishment officer is to be completely impartial and fair. If a punishment officer cannot even do this, what do you suggest we do?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the clone and immediately realized what was happening.

It seems you've dug a pit for them to fall into themselves.

As the most impartial enforcer of punishment, you should be punished even more severely for your unfairness.

This is exactly what Shen Can was thinking. Now that Zhiyan is about to lead the various tribes to conquer the Dai region, it would be detrimental to unity if he were to attack the tribes without a legitimate reason.

Once the various tribes have sworn an oath of blood and agreed upon the rules, they must abide by them.

That way, anyone who causes trouble will be punished, and there will be a legitimate reason for their actions.

If your punishments are not impartial, who else will be punished if not you? And your entire tribe will be punished as well.

The mastermind was beaten to death, and the rest were exiled to Lingnan!
Not to mention distant places, just in the area north and south of the Juyue Mountains, there are vast wildernesses that need to be cultivated.

Shen Can couldn't just send people to clear wasteland for no reason.

But if you make a mistake, that's a different story.

He was simply setting a trap, waiting for certain tribes to take the bait.

Of course, it's not possible yet. Although all the tribal leaders have arrived, the final step of the alliance meeting has not yet taken place, and the legal principles have not been finalized.

The group gathered together and went over the alliance meeting process again.

Since Zhiyan has inherited the will of the Marquis of Yongshan, the first priority on the day of the alliance meeting is to offer sacrifices to the Marquis.

The entire alliance meeting will be divided into four parts: offering sacrifices to the Marquis, discussing the alliance terms, sacrificing animals and drinking blood, and jointly presenting the alliance document.

The negotiation of the alliance terms is the signing of the alliance agreement among the various tribes, which clarifies the rights and obligations between the tribal alliance leader and the various tribes.

The participants swore an oath of blood, smearing animal blood on their lips and reciting the oath, thus establishing the legal basis for the oath.

The covenant was to be written in multiple copies, with each of the participating tribes receiving one copy.

In the future, all military campaigns and affairs shall be conducted in accordance with the rules established in the oath.

……

For this alliance meeting, the Zhiyan tribe carved out a platform from the mountain to the east of the main hall for receiving guests, creating a sacrificial altar thousands of feet high.

On the altar stands a stone tablet left behind by the Marquis of Yongshan during his northern expedition against Xiaoyang.

This time, it's to worship this monument.

The content on the stele is not important; what is important is that it refers to the Marquis of Yongshan, who was worshipped.

This also tells everyone that the development of the Zhiyanbo tribe originated from the legacy left by the Yongshanbo Marquis.

Even Shen Can couldn't deny this point. It was because they obtained the sacrificial spirit left by the Yongshanbo tribe that the tribe had sacrificial implements and received five merits from the sacrificial spirit.

The subsequent Heavenly Vein and Divine Treasury Techniques all originated from the Five Stances Exercise.

While the Blazing Flame Tribe was making intensive preparations, the tribal chiefs who were resting on the west side of the reception hall were not restricted from moving around.

They can also visit and exchange ideas with each other.

The next day, at noon.

Suddenly, the sky to the southeast of Juyue lit up, and a torrent of flames rushed in, illuminating the mountains with crimson fire.

A colossal, tiger-like beast surged through the flames, trampling through the mountains.

During the journey, he casually glanced at the palace complex in the mountains.

Just this one look.

The princes, who happened to be outside their palace, felt as if they were trapped in an ice age.

It was a blazing, boundless flame, yet it brought only a chilling coldness to the spirit.

The giant tiger's arrogant appearance sent shivers down one's spine.

“That…that’s Lu Wu…”

"Beast King Lu..."

High up in the palace, many nobles who were cultivating were suddenly stunned by the scene before them, their voices trembling slightly.

The Beast King of the Giant Mountain Range.

Fifth tier...

Lu Wu, dragging a long fiery dragon, landed behind the palace complex on the mountaintop.

"No wonder the Blazing Flame could destroy Tianzhen and Aoshan... I knew it wasn't that simple!"

There were quite a few members of the Bo tribe cultivating high up in the main hall of their residence. Compared to the source energy environment of their tribe, the source energy here in the Blazing Flame Tribe was much stronger.

Some elders regretted it, wishing they had brought their younger generation with them. With such abundant source energy, even the Heavenly Vein warriors in their clans wouldn't need to take witch medicine.

Chi Huo Lu Wu had just returned from outside the Giant Mountain Range, and he was holding a Yuan Meridian in his tiger claws.

The areas on both sides of Juyue, such as Daidi and Yongyi, are all within the range of the spurs on both sides of Juyue.

This time, Lu Wu went outside the range of the Juyue Mountain Range.

……

The altar stands majestically atop the mountain, bathed in golden sunlight as the sun rises.

The stone tablet stands atop the altar, next to which are placed some large chariots, Xuan Shui Shui Yang rulers, bronze war chariots, and other shamanistic artifacts that once belonged to the Yongshan Bo tribe.

There are eight thousand stone steps leading down from the altar, straight as a ladder to heaven.

On both sides of the stone steps, at intervals, stood warriors clad in black armor, holding long spears, standing as straight as pine trees.

Boom boom boom!
The war drums of the Kui Niu sounded.

One sound after another, like thunder echoing through the mountains.

The lords who were brought here didn't notice anything at first, but as they listened, they began to sense the difference in the drum sounds.

"The Kui Niu War Drum has really sounded!" Below the high platform, after all the lords had gathered, without any guidance, everyone subconsciously crowded around the lords with higher cultivation levels at the front.

"I remember when the Kui Niu war drums suddenly sounded, Ao Shan even sent out warriors to search for them throughout Yongyi."

"The Kui drum has a spirit, but that's not something everyone agrees on."

"By gaining the approval of the Kui Drum, Zhiyan has indeed inherited the legacy of the Marquis."

A group of people gathered together, their voices rustling, their consciousnesses intertwining and colliding.

Among the crowd, Lord Lingyu, as a mid-stage Divine Treasure warrior, was neither too far back nor too far forward.

Standing in the crowd, he looked up at the high platform.

At the top of the high platform, clouds and mist swirled, obscuring its shape, and the sound of the Kui drum came from that very top.

Listening to the conversations of the various chieftains around him, Chieftain Lingyu's hand clenched and unclenched repeatedly in his sleeve.

Every time the words "the legacy of the Marquis" are heard, it feels like a knife piercing my heart.

Oh no, it's more like being pierced by a thousand arrows.

The lineage of the Marquis of Yongshan... Lingyu also rose to prominence through the lineage of the Marquis of Yongshan.

All of this should be Lingyu's fault!
...I didn't manage to seize the opportunity.

The reason why Lingyu's ancestors migrated westward was because they were constantly harassed by Xiaoyang. Eventually, they became afraid and had no choice but to migrate westward to the valley of the Juyue Mountains in the northwest of Ji.

It was a land of fertile soil, with high mountains and beautiful waters, and a place with few external threats.

It is precisely because of this fertile land that the Lingyu clan has been able to pass down its lineage for 3,600 years, with each generation producing Divine Treasures and each generation able to advance to become a Divine Treasure Warrior.

With this foundation, Lingyu may well surpass the top-tier tribes of Yongyi, such as Tianzheng and Aoshan, in the future.

Everything was going well until this Blazing Flame suddenly appeared.

Blazing Flame rose to power in the old territory of Lingyu. Compared to Blazing Flame today, what is Lingyu's strength worth?

Doesn't this mean that back then, Lingyu entered a treasure mountain empty-handed, but instead went to a remote corner and picked up a broken stone as if it were a treasure?

If it were back then... the one looking down at all these people around him now would be Lingyu.

"I heard that Lingyu also started his family business by inheriting the legacy of the Yongshanbo tribe."

"Yes, that's true."

"Lingyu is also a member of the Bo tribe of Ji. If it weren't mentioned, people would have forgotten that Lingyu is also from Ji."

Suddenly, one of the elders remembered something.

Ji is inconspicuous in Yongyi, but it is the site of the legacy left by the Marquis of Yongshan, and some of the ancestors of the Marquis's clan have even been here.

Later, because no one could inherit the tradition, it eventually came to nothing.

"What a pity, if only the Lingyu hadn't been moved away back then..."

Suddenly, a senior member spoke up, but as soon as he uttered the words, he realized that he couldn't say them now, so he stopped abruptly and slapped his own mouth.

Silently reminding myself to be careful with my words...

At this moment, Lord Lingyu kept his head down, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Damn it, a bunch of bastards, can't they just stay silent?

Lord Lingyu sensed something strange in these words, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

The Lingyubo tribe did indeed belong to Ji, but after migrating away to avoid Xiaoyang, they naturally became separated from Ji due to their geographical environment.

As time went by, everyone subconsciously forgot about Lingyu, the head of the tribe.

After all, the area where Lingyu is located is a valley in the northwest of Jidi, within the Juyue Mountains. In the past, apart from selling grain, there was little contact with the outside world.

This also means that there are no familiar elders around Elder Lingyu at this moment. It's not that they don't know him, but in the current situation, the other elders are not willing to come and join him.

If it weren't for the rise of the Blazing Flame in Ji, which made everyone realize that this place seemed to be the old territory of Lingyu, no one would have remembered Lingyu at all.

Both rose to prominence near the ruins left by the Marquis of Yongshan, and both inherited the Marquis's legacy; one of them is now able to carry on the Marquis's will.

The other one is actually not bad either; it's powerful enough to have been passed down for 3,600 years.

At this point, it's not the clash of traditions that's scary, but whoever is weaker will be embarrassed.

At this moment, surrounded by everyone, Lord Lingyu felt uneasy and resentful.

If Zhiyan is rising to power, so be it. Why forcefully summon him as well? Appearing before the various chieftains of Yongyi like this makes me look like a naked monkey.

Besides, our clan lives deep in the mountains, so what if they forget about us!

And these foul-mouthed cultivators, you're the only ones with one mouth, right?!
Moo!
The drumbeats continued, and a bull's roar rang out as the volcano rode the Xuanhuo Wild Bull, bringing with it a torrent of malevolent energy.

The wild bull's hooves trod on black fire, its blood energy vast as an ocean, its scorching aura merging with the volcano.

The volcano descended from the wild ox, and today he was dressed in battle armor, his posture upright, his eyes bright and clear, and he strode towards the lords with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

Compared to the previous seven hundred or so people, only six hundred and fifty-seven people are gathered below the platform today, excluding some elders brought by tribes.

The 657 people represent the 657 tribes. Of course, there may be omissions, but this time we have tried our best to bring together all the tribes of Yongyi.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me onto the stage!"

After circling the volcano, he waved his hand and took the lead in stepping onto the first step, followed closely by the Earl of Jishan and Yan Wanyun.

Subsequently, the chieftains of various tribes began to follow suit, with those in the later stages of the Divine Treasury taking the lead, followed by those in the middle stages, and finally a group of chieftains in the early stages of the Divine Treasury.

The eight thousand stone steps are surrounded by clouds and mist, and at first glance they look like a ladder to heaven hanging on the mountain, with the sound of drums echoing in the ears.

As they climbed the steps, the volcano remained silent, and the other elders were also quiet, their thoughts unknown.

Perhaps some people are dreaming of this scene, imagining what it would be like if they were the protagonist.

Some people lowered their heads and remained silent, only looking at the steps beneath their feet.

For example, Lord Lingyu might be afraid of damaging the steps.

Upon ascending the Tiantai Terrace, one finds a vast expanse exceeding a thousand feet in circumference, surrounded by white jade railings, with an ancient stone tablet standing in the center.

The group saw various witchcraft artifacts belonging to the Yongshanbo tribe displayed beneath the stone tablet.

These magical artifacts were scattered among various tribes back then, mainly the Aoshan and Tianzheng tribes, but they have now been recovered.

Among the many magical artifacts, a stone drum on a stone stand was not sounding by itself.

Kui Ling was so well-behaved today, which was naturally because he had been warned.

Otherwise, he would have already jumped out and asked everyone to worship him as their ancestor.

Kui Niu War Drum.

A sixth-tier magical artifact.

This is something everyone in Yongyi knows; it could even be said that this is the only sixth-tier magical artifact in Yongyi.

At this moment, everyone's gaze shifted from the stone tablet to the witchcraft artifact, their expressions revealing different fluctuations.

Marquis of Yongshan, a figure whose name has been known in Yongyi for eight thousand years, was the one who named the place Yongyi after "Yong".

Every single one of the Earls present—not all of them, but when they were promoted to the Divine Treasury or inherited the position of Earl—had dreamed of becoming the new Earl.

Some people, gazing at the stone tablet, truly felt as if they were seeing their younger selves reflected in it.

"Feast!"

The magnificent sound resounded, reaching the ears of every lord and directly stirring their hearts and minds.

Everyone snapped out of their daze and bowed down to the stone tablet along with the volcano.

(End of this chapter)