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

Chapter 8: Ancestors Manifest, Successful Advancement (Please Read On)
Shen Can squinted at the cave ceiling.

The improved prescription has been provided, and with the corresponding improved and tempered fist techniques, the probability of advancement will be even higher.

“We won’t steal your offerings for nothing; it’s time for you to show your power.”

He first looked towards the east ear hole and saw that Huo Xian was still resting, so he quietly went out.

When they returned, they had several thin stone shards in their hands, as well as a sacrificial phoenix knife.

"...Mid-grade or low-grade?"

Shen Can was caught in a dilemma.

Three thousand miles away from the Blazing Flame Tribe lies a tribe called Shanghuang, whose members include several Heavenly Vein Realm warriors.

The Shanghuang tribe possesses a fragmented martial arts technique, said to be able to cultivate from the Heavenly Meridian Realm to the Nine Meridians Realm. Their tribe has three body-tempering methods, one of which is the Kui Niu Fist.
The effects of Shanghuang's Kui Niu Fist are much better than those of Zhiyan, but Shen Can doesn't know whether it's low-grade or mid-grade.

He estimated it was most likely a low-grade product.

Shen Can was a little unwilling to accept the lower-grade one, but he wasn't foolish enough to accept the higher-grade one.

The clansmen may not be able to distinguish between high and low quality, but the effects don't lie, and the news will surely spread.

Things that cannot be controlled can easily bring about the destruction of a tribe.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Can held the knife in his left hand and began to carve on the stone slab.

The real reason for the previous inferior Kui Niu Fist was the lack of attention to detail.

The palm-sized stone slabs were very thin, and he used only five slabs in total for the three styles.

Although it is done with the left hand, after practicing martial arts, I have enough strength, and my hand does not shake when I am carving.

After finishing the carving, Shen Can walked into the depths of the ancestral temple cave.

The ancestral temple of the Blazing Flame Tribe contains numerous shrines, with a three-foot-high, wordless shrine in the center, surrounded by these shrines.

The shrine does not represent the founding ancestors of the Blazing Flame Tribe, but rather the human ancestors who pioneered martial arts.

It can be found in the ancestral temples of all the tribes in the Great Wilderness.

As for why it was nameless, Shen Can figured it was probably because there were too many predecessors who created martial arts cultivation, and their names had all been lost.

"May our ancestors and wise men protect us and give us some time to develop."

"Please stop."

Standing outside the altar, Shen Can bowed and then jumped onto the altar.

Using the Luan knife, they pried open a crack in the blank shrine.

There was nothing we could do; looking across the altar, the tablet of the wordless sage was the largest.

Master Huoxian once said, how could ancestors blame their juniors?
It's all about survival.

Then, Shen Can stuffed the stone fragment into the crack in the divine position.

"Only by passing down the tribe's traditions can we hold annual sacrifices and eat offerings forever. Ancestors, please don't blame me."

After stepping down from the altar, Shen Can first tried to absolve himself of his sins, then checked the time and saw that it was almost time.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

"Our ancestors have been destroyed!"

……

The consequences of breaking with one's ancestors are severe.

This is the first time in three hundred years that our ancestors have broken apart.

The clan leader has arrived.

Huotang frowned as he gazed at the cracked, wordless divine tablet.

The continuous heavy rain is an ominous sign, as it's said that the ancestral graves are cracked.

Shen Can looked closely at the clan leader, his brows furrowed, his face rough and dark, weathered by time.

"Uncle Huo Xian".

Huo Xian was somewhat hunched over, but he had never made a mistake in guarding the ancestral temple for decades.

Today, this pill...

Shen Can could tell that Huo Xian was a little frightened, and he regretted his hasty decision.

Upon hearing what Huo Tang, the clan leader, said, Huo Xian also realized what was going on.

The tribe was already uneasy because the flood washed away the remains of other tribesmen. Now that the ancestral shrine has cracked, the unease in everyone's hearts will only intensify.

Once Huo Xian realized what was happening, he immediately straightened up.

“I noticed that the wordless shrine of the sage was cracked last year, but I haven’t had time to rebuild it. Ah-chan is new here and doesn’t know about this.”

"I've become senile; I should have restored the divine status of our ancestors long ago."

Seeing that Huo Xian was about to take responsibility, Shen Can quickly spoke up, "Master, it seems like there's... there's something."

His words once again drew everyone's attention to the wordless deity.

Soon, the shrine was removed, and several stone fragments were revealed through the crack.

Hidden stone within wood?

what is this?
"This looks like the Kui Niu Fist."

"The moves of this boxing style seem a little different from what we practice."

The stone fragment was passed among Huotang, Huoxian, and several other martial artists at the Mountain Opening Realm, and it was immediately recognizable.

Huo Xian stared blankly at the cracked, wordless divine throne, lost in thought.

Huo Tang's rough, large hands caressed the stone slab, his gaze somewhat unfathomable. "Practice it."

The other tribesmen weren't so thoughtful and immediately started practicing.

"It really is different. This starting punch is slightly different from what we practice."

"Hey, I'm feeling it!"

Every member of the tribe present had practiced Kui Niu Fist for decades. As soon as they practiced the moves on the stone tablet, they immediately noticed the changes.

Shen Can was actually worried about being exposed, as the antiquity of the stone slab could not be faked in a short time.

But then look at your own small frame. At 1.83 meters tall, you are the weakest person among people of your tribe who are on average over two meters tall.

Stone tablets can be made on the spot, and martial arts techniques can be modified on the spot?

Even after three hundred years of intense heat, no one has produced such talent.

Even if he says he did it, someone has to believe him.

……

After the tribesmen started practicing, Huotang's desire to examine the stone slabs faded.

Could it really have been hidden in the shrine by our ancestors?

Not only Huotang had an idea, but Huoxian did too, since the animal skin scroll passed down from their ancestors didn't record this matter.

The wordless divine tablet was completed when the clan was established. If the divine tablet hadn't been damaged, would the martial arts stone tablet have remained hidden?

"Chieftain, this fist technique is really useful. I feel like I've mobilized more of my flesh and bones, and I'm even a little hungry."

"Me too."

"Our ancestors manifested themselves and bestowed upon us this martial art."

……

Inside the East Ear Cave.

Outside the cave, the tribesmen were still practicing their improved boxing techniques, not in a hurry to soak in the beast's blood.

Inside the cave, Huo Xian was repairing the altar, and Shen Can was helping to support it.

"The tribal ancestors hid their martial arts techniques in the shrine, wasn't that a bit too well hidden?"

At this moment, Huotang felt that it was understandable that the stone slab, hidden inside the altar and isolated from the outside world, looked somewhat new.

For many years, the tribe has been trying to improve the Kui Niu boxing style, and any tribesman who has an idea can tell the temple.

However, it wasn't improved much.

Of the people in the tribe currently, which one has the ability to make changes?
Even if they have ideas, they don't dare to speak up and make changes, for fear of causing problems.

I can't think of any other reason besides it being passed down from my ancestors.

Huo Xian stroked the altar and pondered, "I wonder which is better, the Kui Niu Fist left by our ancestors or the one from the Shanghuang tribe?"

Huotang fell silent.

The Upper Yellow Tribe is powerful and has a wide hunting range; sometimes they will come to hunt near the Blazing Flame Tribe.

As fellow human beings, we should logically help each other. But if this principle were truly applicable, we wouldn't practice martial arts, and there wouldn't be so many tribes of all sizes.

When Zhiyan was established, Shanghuang had existed for over two hundred years, and the ancestors of the Li tribe may have taken this into consideration.

Soon, Huo Tang stepped out of the ear hole and said, "Huo Ning, Huo Yu, and Huo Yan, the three of you stay here. The rest of you can leave."

"Our ancestors have appeared and protected our tribe. We will surely be able to get through the flood safely."

Huo Ning and the other two were the clansmen selected to soak in beast blood in preparation for advancing to the Mountain Opening Realm.

All three of them were martial artists who had practiced boxing for decades. After three days of practice, Huo Ning and the others began to soak in beast blood.

There's no other way; if we delay any longer, the beast blood energy will weaken.

To break through to the Mountain Opening Realm, one must rely on the power of beast blood to make a final push and complete the advancement in one go.

The three advanced to the next level, which was placed inside the ancestral temple. Shen Can noticed the beast blood that had not been modified from the prescription, and it was selected by Huo Yu.

The prescription has been changed, the boxing techniques have been given, now it's up to their luck.

The breakthrough wasn't as wonderful as they had imagined. The three who jumped into the beast blood were like people entering boiling soup, their bodies washed up like shrimp by the beast blood.

Each person, depending on their own situation, would jump out of the cauldron every now and then and use the Kui Niu Fist to mobilize their entire body's flesh and bones to absorb the energy of the beast's blood.

Then, repeat this process.

After watching for a while, Shen Can lost interest.

The three burly men were making a racket; there wasn't much to see.

Every time he practiced boxing, his whole body seemed to steam open, and gushing blood-red sweat vapor overflowed from within, filling the entire ancestral temple.

These are all unabsorbable beast blood energies; before the improvement, even more of the red sweat was released.

The three clansmen who were promoted took three days in total. Shen Can, who was in the ancestral temple, felt the rumbling sound coming from the mountain many times.

The Kaishan Realm is naturally measured by mountains.

The nearby mountains suffered a terrible fate, with winding cracks appearing in their bodies, signifying the birth of a new martial artist at the Mountain Opening Realm.

This time, all three members of the tribe advanced to the Mountain Opening Realm, and the joy of success dispelled the previously oppressive atmosphere in the tribe.

The tribe only had thirteen Mountain Opening Realm warriors, and four of them were old. Suddenly, they gained three more strong Mountain Opening Realm warriors, which means their overall strength has increased significantly.

The clansmen were very happy, and so was Shen Can.

The advanced clansmen were eager to go back to the floodwaters and try to retrieve the fish, believing that their ancestors had manifested and they had to offer sacrifices.

(End of this chapter)