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

Chapter 83 The Five-Year Plan is Initially Completed; Sending Fu Fu on His Way

Having a guy who used to hang out in Yongyi as a lackey is very beneficial to the current Blazing Flame Tribe.

These two pieces of 'ironwood' truly deserve to be burned a thousand times over.

The Qushui River flows south through a swampy area before entering a vast jungle mountain range, which is the territory of the Xiaoyang tribe.

Perhaps the swamp became an obstacle, or perhaps the Xiaoyang tribe looked down on this remote corner north of the swamp, but the resurgent Xiaoyang tribe set its sights on Yongyi.

There are many superior tribes in Yongyi, including dozens of tribes with the title of "Bo".

The reason it is called "Bo Ming" is because its ancestors were powerful, but later declined, although the sacrificial vessels and traditions still exist.

Our ancestors were once wealthy, and now we live off the family business.

There were also newly emerging bo tribes that rose to prominence and became bo tribes.

These tribes occupy the fertile and developed land of Yongyi, possess strong farming skills, and Yongyi also has many undeveloped mountains and abundant wild animals.

Naturally, they looked down on the country bumpkins from the outskirts.

The wars between Xiaoyang and the various tribes resulted in both victories and defeats, with some tribes on both sides actually being wiped out.

Many years ago, strange things happened at Gufu Mountain, the old site of a branch of the Xiaoyang clan that had been destroyed a thousand years ago, attracting the Xiaoyang, the human race, the beast priests, and the blood witches to go there.

In the end, only a few pillars of the ancestral temple ruins were discovered.

The Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple has received countless human blood sacrifices. Even the broken pillars have long been imbued with evil energy, and can be transformed into objects for blood witch cultivation or used as offerings for Xiaoyang.

It sparked a bidding war among various parties, and was ultimately divided up among them.

At the time, some people speculated that the pillars remaining on the ancestral temple site might not only have been left by the thousand-year-old Xiaoyang branch, but also by the even more ancient Xiaoyang tribe.

The tribe later rebuilt itself on the old site, only to be wiped out again.

Otherwise, the pillar would not have survived the fire.

"The Xiaoyang Clan is far more ruthless than me. They feed on humans, use them for sacrifices, and for burial. They capture large numbers of humans every time."

After the sacrifice, they treated people as resources for cultivation, throwing their bones into a large pit dug outside the ancestral temple.

The tribe that dug the most and largest burial pits, and the more skeletons it held, the more powerful that tribe was considered.

……

At this moment, the alligator king glanced at Shen Can, muttering to itself, and made good use of the blood left from the beating it had received.

It transformed into a blood-red sorcerer's rune and landed on the sacrificial wood.

"Buzz!"

"Wow!"

As the blood talisman fell, cries rang out.

This time, there were not only the cries of babies, but also screams, sobs, roars and other desperate sounds.

The black wood gleamed with a dark light, and vague, indistinct figures or mutilated faces appeared in the shadows.

They all looked like humans.

"My lord, although this thing is a pillar in the ancestral temple, it has been sacrificed to by the Xiaoyang clan for so many years, and in the hands of the Xiaoyang clan, it is an unparalleled sacred artifact."

If placed in any tribe, it will silently release a chilling aura, and even without being activated, it will gradually ensnare the tribe with its lingering effects.

If someone could wield these two sacrificial logs, they would become incredibly powerful within three to five years, able to eat and play as they pleased.

At this point, the crocodile suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

"Um, my lord,"

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Please be patient with me, my lord.

Do you know this place?

Hearing that Shen Can didn't mean to mess with him, the Tuozhu said, "It seems to be called Gufu Mountain. It's an important ancestral land in the eyes of the Xiaoyang Clan. It's too dangerous to go there, so I didn't go."

"If we go to the burial pit in the ruins of the Xiaoyang Ancestral Temple, can we bring back the remnants of our human race and move them into the sacrificial vessels?"

This statement stunned the crocodile master.

"I think so."

The crocodile lord pondered for a moment before speaking, "It is said that among the humans worshipped by the Xiaoyang Clan, there are quite a few third-tier humans."

Eight thousand years ago, when the Xiaoyang Clan was at its peak, even fourth-rank beings were used as sacrifices.

Theoretically, it should be possible to perform the ritual, but I don't know if it's even possible, as too much time has passed.

At this moment, Shen Can suddenly asked, "In Yongyi, are there many tribal rituals to guide the remnants of spirits?"

"There are quite a few. Now the Xiaoyang Clan has grown stronger again, constantly conquering human territory. Tribes are frequently destroyed, and the broken tribes reunite."

To shorten the dangerous period of development, it is necessary to guide the remnants of the human race.

Now, guiding the remnant spirits depends on luck. Sometimes the remnant spirits that are attracted are not very strong, so some human tribes migrate to the old sites of the destroyed tribes.

It directly inherits the legacy of the recently destroyed upper part.

Another example is finding a descendant of a vanquished tribe, incorporating them into their own tribe, marrying them, or having children through marriage.

Shen Can understood this point. There were fewer sages with great vision and courage, and they were unable to guide powerful remnant spirits into the tribe. So, they developed alternative methods of guidance.

"In other words, this is a common occurrence in Yongyi."

"Yes."

"You'll hear about it if you just go out and about more."

After the crocodile lord finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill.

Shen Can's killing intent surfaced, but this time it wasn't directed at the Crocodile Lord, but at the Fiend.

I thought that after I scared him a few times, he would honestly tell the truth, but it turns out that there was still something I was hiding about the sacrificial vessels.

This guy was the one who said he didn't know the materials for the sacrificial artifacts, saying they were mysterious. How could someone with a bloodline mutation like him know anything about them?

Shen Can believed it at the time.

After all, sacrificial vessels are believed to possess spiritual power, so it is natural to feel that the materials used for sacrificial vessels must be even more special.

Having little experience is definitely a disadvantage; it makes you easily fooled.

"In other words, theoretically, if these small tribes by the lake perform annual sacrifices using the correct methods, it's possible that they could attract the remnant souls of human ancestors for protection?"

"Yes." The Alligator Lord nodded. "But it's probably not possible now. There must have been some problems with the human race in the last few thousand years, otherwise the remnants of the sages shouldn't have withered away so severely."

At this moment, Shen Can had a better understanding of the annual sacrificial rites, the worship of ancestors and sages, and the protection and inheritance of traditions.

No wonder the human race was able to survive and thrive in such a catastrophic environment as the Great Wilderness.

Our ancestors were virtuous.

He then composed himself and looked at the crocodile at his feet.

It seems that the matter of the 'Young Master Fu' of the Lingyu tribe catching the dragon fish can be put to an end.

……

Shen Can walked out of the cave.

"Have you remembered the task I assigned you?"

"Remember, find the Beast of the Priest and the Blood Witch in this area."

"Don't blood witches have the ability to transfer sacrifices? Find those beasts that worship their masters, and I will secretly help you kill them. Then the blood witches under their command can transfer sacrifices to you."

Upon hearing this, the alligator's eyes lit up.

Why did it run here from Yongyi? It was because it was afraid of being killed by humans and also afraid of being caught and devoured by its own kind.

If I could devour the other beasts of the worship masters and steal their blood witches, my strength could advance rapidly.

Serving as a slave to this person doesn't seem so bad.

As for the future, let's deal with the present first and then talk about loyalty.

For Shen Can, since the Blood Witches were too deep to find, it would be better to just bring out the Alligator Lord to gather these things that even their ancestors didn't want.

"Stop causing trouble for normal humans, just find the tribes that are about to be taken over by the blood witches."

"In addition, I am interested in Yongyi and sacrificial vessels; I will inquire as much as I can."

"Come back in two weeks, I'll give you some medicine to treat your injuries, so you don't get beaten to death."

Upon hearing the sound, the alligator lord suddenly felt pain all over his body.

One-third of these injuries were inflicted by Shen Can.

They even gave me healing medicine after the fight, that's really nice.

Watching the crocodile lord re-enter the water, Shen Can changed the direction of the sacrificial wood and hid it again.

If what the crocodile chieftain said is true, these two sacrificial logs have undergone too many human sacrifices and can now be considered special weapons for attacking human tribes.

……

a few days later.

Ancestral temple.

Shen Can held a scroll of animal hide in his hand, on which was a winding animal shadow that resembled both a snake and a fish, with detailed annotations on cultivation methods beside it.

This is a rubbing, which is the Water Dragon Technique, a cultivation method of the Upper Lake Division, which can be cultivated to the sixth level of the Heavenly Vein.

Elder Huo Yu carried a bag as he entered the ancestral temple.

"Ah Can, I've registered and stored the resources the clan chief brought back from outside, but what about this spirit rice? The clan chief said it can't be eaten. Do you have any ideas?"

Huo Yu felt a little regretful about these crystal-clear, delicious-looking spirit rice grains.

The bag that was brought over contained only a dozen or so grains of rice. The black lines seeping into the glistening grains of rice were quite unsettling.

"Let's keep it for now; we might need it later."

Shen Can couldn't bear to throw it away either. That box of nectar and dew could be purified, so maybe this grain of rice could too.

Although he emptied the Shanghu tribe of its rare resources, the basic resources were the main category for such a large tribe as the Shanghu tribe.

Otherwise, Huo Yu, the elder in charge of managing the clan's treasury, wouldn't have taken so many days to complete the statistics.

"Ayu, summon the clan chief."

Shen Can thought for a moment. There were still some things in his magic bag that he hadn't taken out yet. After communicating with the Alligator Lord, he also wanted to talk to Huo Tang about the sacrificial artifacts.

While waiting for the fire, he also took the fire statistics booklet over to take a look.

Three thousand seventy jin of various high-quality ores.

Three thousand seven hundred weapons of various kinds, including swords and spears, seven hundred bows, and twelve thousand arrows.
170,000 shi of ordinary, unrotten rice.

Animal hides, bones, vines, and common witchcraft medicines weighed over a thousand pounds.

The remaining amount of crude iron was 20,000 jin, and refined iron was 2,000 jin.

330,000 jin of ordinary ore.

Although their weapons cannot compare to those of the Lingyu tribe's shamans, they are still among the best in this region, enough to equip another group of militia.

As for the ore, the tribe is currently unable to conduct a detailed investigation into its quality. The grade of ore depends on the quality of the minerals it contains; the higher the spiritual energy contained within, the higher the grade. Clearly, the Upper Lake region doesn't have many high-quality ores.

Ordinary ore, after being refined and repeatedly forged a dozen times, can be considered to be of the first rank, which is sufficient for use by martial artists in the Stone Splitting Realm.

It is a high-quality product that has been repeatedly forged and refined. Even an ordinary Heavenly Meridian martial artist can barely use it a few times.

The high-quality ores from the Upper Lake Department were also piled up in the warehouse because the Upper Lake Department's methods were not capable of refining these ores.

As for the remaining containers, sturdy stones, tiles, and so on, there were even more, and Huotang and his men pried them all off.

If it weren't for the problem with that piece of soil, we would have even dug up the silt from the paddy fields.

Thinking of the problematic silt, Shen Can realized that the paddy fields where the spirit rice was grown in the Upper Lake region should also be moved back if the land there was contaminated.

Only that one piece of land in the Upper Lake area is suitable for farming; other places are not.

Clearly, there's something special about this piece of land.

Shen Can speculated that, just like the millet planted in the old clan's land before, even though they were planted in the same way, the harvest cycle was different.

In this situation, no matter what solar term arrives, it doesn't matter; the advantage of the location is too great.

Looking around, it seems like there's land in Shanghu that's suitable for farming. Since it's so hard to find, let's dig it up first and see if we can improve it.

"Chief, did you bring back the soil from the spirit rice planting field in the Upper Lake region?"

Huotang, who had just entered the ancestral temple, was taken aback; the paddy field reeked of decay.

"Then I'll arrange for someone to dig it up."

Without asking why, Huotang agreed.

"Ah-Can, is there something you need from me?"

Shen Can took out the witch's bag and, in front of everyone, took out the bronze and witch's artifacts inside.

Upon seeing the artifacts made of human bones, the group's expressions turned solemn.

"This was stolen by that alien tribe from the Upper Lake tribe."

Huo Tang carefully examined the several human bone artifacts, while Huo Xian and Huo Yu gently wiped them.

"Ah-Can, burn it, let it rest in peace."

After a long while, the fire pit opened.

"Let's burn it," Huo Xian nodded in agreement.

"However, let's describe these human bone artifacts, annotate them, and circulate them among the clan. The clan has been transforming into a martial arts sect for the past two years, and there are some things they should know."

"Uncle Lao's method is good. It can also compile the situation of the surrounding tribes, the types of wild beasts, disaster beasts, etc. into a book."

I just happened to bring back a lot of animal skin scrolls from the Upper Lake tribe; the contents of those scrolls are far more extensive than those in our tribe.

During this joint military campaign with the chiefs of the Cangniao and Yuanshan tribes, Huotang realized that the two chiefs' knowledge far surpassed his own during their exchanges.

This is not because he doesn't work hard, but because Zhiyan has been living in the mountains and forests and has limited experience.

If even the clan leader is like this, one can only imagine what the people in the tribe are like.

Shen Can nodded; this was equivalent to basic literacy training.

"I also have a batch of scrolls that I snatched from the Xiaoyang Clan, and the contents are even richer."

I will be the chief editor, and the compilation task will be handed over to the Witch Temple. If there aren't enough people, we'll select young people from within the clan, and those who learn quickly will be our assistants."

The Blazing Flame Division has a weak foundation and needs improvement in all aspects.

Our perspective should actually be broadened.

To this day, Zhiyan is still a small, petty tribe. Its innovation should not only focus on martial arts and witchcraft, but also on broadening its horizons.

With more experience comes greater confidence.

While Shen Can and Huo Tang were talking, Huo Xian and Huo Yu were already looking at the bronze artifacts.

"The fact that foreigners erased our inscriptions on our human race's sacrificial vessels and recorded them as a mark of merit makes me feel a bit uneasy."

There are a large number of bronze artifacts, a total of seventeen pieces.

It looks like a complete set.

However, the shape and patterns on the vessel reveal different casting techniques, suggesting that one piece was taken from a different tribe.

"...He overthrew the human tribes at Xiangshan, captured 90,000 slaves, and returned to the tomb to be buried alive with them..."

Each bronze artifact records a different event, representing the demise of a tribe.

……

"Chieftain, the reason I summoned you here is because of these bronze artifacts."

Shen Can pointed to the bronze artifacts and said, "How about using these bronze artifacts as sacrificial vessels for our tribe?"

"Is the material suitable for these bronze items?"

Huotang stroked the cool bronze artifact, feeling that it was no different from the bronze artifacts used in his tribe's rituals.

At most, it is better than the Zhiyan in terms of craftsmanship, such as shape, casting, and size.

"Didn't you say before that we needed to use special minerals?"

"It's not about the height of the mountain, nor the material of the tool; we were misled by that bastard, Fu."

Then, Shen Can walked out of the ancestral temple, and Huo Tang also came out.

As they walked and talked, Shen Can gave a general account of the matter of offering sacrifices to the remaining spirits.

They guide the remaining souls of the human race who were harmed by the Xiaoyang Clan, and then complete the ritual artifacts that the tribe lacks for its advancement.

"Guiding the remnant spirit of a senior must not be easy."

Huotang pondered for a moment before speaking, “Leaving aside Yongyi, among all the small tribes around us, which one has ever failed to perform sacrifices, year after year, without ever being able to receive the remaining spirits of their ancestors?”

"I thought our ancestors hadn't shown their power, but it turns out even their power has its limits!"

Shen Can nodded, "At present, relying solely on luck, we may not be able to attract a remnant spirit even in decades. We must give it a try."

Huo Tang stroked his beard and nodded. "That's right. I know my strength. Even if I can enter the ancestral temple, I won't be able to protect the tribe if danger really occurs."

“All the ancestral temples of our human tribes have wordless shrines to our human ancestors. If we can bring back the scattered remnants of human spirits, it will be a win-win situation for our tribes.”

"Our ancestors deserve to be worshipped for the sake of the clan."

"To guide the remnant spirits, we need to head south into the territory of the Xiaoyang Clan. We need to make more preparations."

"We've survived three hundred years without sacrificial vessels, so a few more years won't make a difference."

As he spoke, Huotang pointed to the line of water flowing southwest from the tribal mountain.

"Ah-Can, look."

"More than a dozen settlements are cultivating, mining, and forging for us. Now it's planting season again, and soon the riverbanks will be covered with waves of wheat and the fragrance of rice."

"Three years ago, when we made our five-year plan, we never imagined such a scenario."

"Now even the sacrificial artifacts are in the works. The Witch Hall is for practicing witchcraft, and the Martial Hall is for practicing martial arts. These are scenes I never dared to dream of before."

“Apart from the sacrificial vessels, we have exceeded all the plans we set back then.”

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to mix medicinal dumplings to improve your cultivation? Give me a few more, and I'll try my best to improve my strength. I want to enjoy these good days for a few more years!"

A mountain breeze caressed his face, and Huotang was in high spirits.

Ah-chan too.

……

As evening approached, the two returned to the ancestral temple and drank together until the night was deep.

We discussed the matter of Young Master Lingyu; it's been over two years, it's time to end it.

Back at his residence, Shen Can sat cross-legged on the bed.

【Shouyuan: 2785】

Although I've been away from home these days, I've spent the last two years hunting aquatic beasts in the Great Swamp.

[You invest fifty years of your lifespan to derive the best combination of witchcraft herbs such as Muscle and Bone Grass and Earth Element Grass to enhance your cultivation.]

Not long after, Shen Can woke up from his deduction.

Sure enough, if one doesn't care about the toxicity of the medicine, and doesn't need to refine it, but only seeks to make the most of the potency of the witch medicine, and uses the simplest method to combine the witch medicine, the deduction is not difficult.

Back then, he deeply resented his master's fiery and salty medicine dumplings.

Unexpectedly, in just a few short years, he has become so hot and salty.

"What's wrong with medicine dumplings? Other departments want to eat them but can't."

It's not that he didn't study it carefully; it's just that witch medicine requires a lot of trial and error. By then, the tribesmen would be sick of eating medicine dumplings.

Besides, what medicine is without poison? Martial artists also have their own excretion abilities.

Depending on the level of cultivation, taking one pill every three days or every seven days is better than not taking any at all.

First, we have food to eat, and then we improve things while eating. This way, we can enhance our strength and conduct research and development without delay.

Let the apprentices handle all of this; Shen Can only needs to offer some pointers.

Otherwise, how will they be able to stand on their own in the future?

After writing down the simple combination of deductions, Shen Can went to the Witch Hall and handed the prescription to his disciples.

"Study it carefully and show me the finished product."

After saying that, Shen Can turned and left.

When they returned to the ancestral temple for a meal, Shen Cancai heard Huo Xian say that the clan chief Huo Tang had left the tribe early that morning to inspect the gathering place of the people.

The day for planting and sowing has arrived, and he will go to each settlement to check on things.

The role of the clan chief not only involves fighting outside the clan, but also managing many internal affairs.

……

half year later.

A cave by the water.

"Trying to fool those idiots again?"

Inside the pool, Fu looked around. "Why aren't you wearing your mask anymore? Are you going to lie to those two idiots..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu realized something was wrong.

The water in the pool surged up and turned into a water column that crashed towards Shen Can.

Shen Can raised his hand and poked the water column with one finger.

“You… spare my life!”

A look of horror flashed in Fu Fu's eyes. Before he could even make a second move, he was seized by the neck of fate.

"I wanted to give you a chance to live, but you killed me instead."

"you……"

"Spare me! I'll acknowledge you as my master! I have a great secret about the Lingyu tribe!"

"I'll trade my secret for my life!"

Lu Fu screamed in terror; he felt death approaching.

“My Lingyu tribe’s ancestral home is in the Great Swamp, I…I know…”

(End of this chapter)