My tribe has been invincible for thirty years of gacha pulls.

The Great Wilderness, Night.

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled from afar, and fine raindrops pierced the night, sprinkling across the vast wilderness.

A clearing has been cleared out in a dense forest.

Dozens of stone and wooden houses are scattered here.

"Chieftain, something terrible has happened!"

A slightly hurried voice echoed throughout the tribe, as if waking the entire tribe.

Inside a stone house, the documentary opens its eyes.

From another bed, separated from him by a layer of animal skin curtains, came a slightly tired, aged voice: "Little Stone, the hunting party is in trouble. Go check it out."

"it is good."

Ji Shi responded, picked up a somewhat worn animal hide, wrapped it around his body to cover his private parts, grabbed a bone club, and went outside.

Seventeen years have passed since I transmigrated to the Great Wilderness World.

She was found by her grandfather in the forest as an infant and has lived in the Shimizu region ever since.

I wasn't used to the rugged life in the wilderness at first, but as I've gotten older, I've adapted to it.

The stone houses and treehouses in this settlement were built under his guidance. As a former civil engineer, building these simple houses was not a problem for him.

Despite the hardships and difficult conditions, making a living in the wilderness presents numerous challenges.

But compared to his previous life, he still felt that this kind of life was much more comfortable, at least he didn't have to suffer from his boss's scolding and various overtime work every day.

In his previous life, due to the influence of his surroundings, he worked hard but ultimately met with an unexpected accident.

Fortunately, not only will he leave his parents enough assets, but he should also receive a large sum of compensation.

As soon as they stepped out of the stone house, the documentary saw a hunting team of about twenty people carrying several corpses. The corpses were unrecognizable, as if they had been devoured by some kind of large wild beast.

The documentary team quickly learned about the hunting party's situation.

Because of the attack on the high-level wild beast, not only were all the prey lost, but several warriors were also lost, with only five corpses being brought back.

The hunting team is severely understaffed and must be replenished as soon as possible.

The reason for waking up the tribe in the middle of the night was that the tribe did not have much food reserves, and the hunting team had to set off after resting for one night.

Soon, a dozen men and women, including the documentary, were called to an elderly man with white hair and an animal skin coat, and a burly man who was nearly three meters tall and only wore an animal skin skirt.

On the outer perimeter were hundreds of tribesmen, their expressions ranging from worry to sorrow, their demeanor rugged and unrefined.

The old man was the former clan chief of the Jishi Water Tribe, and the burly man was Shi Peng, the captain of the hunting team.

At this moment, both of them wore undisguised exhaustion, and deep in their eyes was a hint of despair that was hard for ordinary people to detect.

This forest is becoming increasingly dangerous.

If the situation worsens, the tribe will have no choice but to migrate.

Thinking of the records left by their ancestors during their migration, they couldn't help but feel even heavier-hearted.

Suppress these negative emotions; the most urgent task now is to hunt enough food, otherwise the tribe will have no future.

"Little Stone, what brings you here?"

The old clan chief saw the documentary almost immediately.

In a group where the average height is 2.3 meters, the latter, who is only a little over 1.8 meters tall, stands out and is hard to miss.

"My grandfather asked me to come and take a look."

"Nonsense!"

The old clan chief was somewhat frustrated, but in the end, he could only let out a sigh.

There are two cultivation systems in the Great Wilderness: martial arts and witchcraft.

Martial arts are something everyone can cultivate; as long as you have enough resources, you can become stronger.

But witchcraft is not like that; just learning it requires a great talent.

Just like calculus, geniuses think they can learn calculus at fourteen, but in reality, some people can't learn it even at forty.

A child with magical talent like Ji Shi only appears once every few years in a tribe!

If this fails to preserve the lineage, the tribe's tradition of preserving the lineage might be lost!

The old clan chief knew what his old partner was thinking.

However, since the other party had dedicated his entire life to the tribe, even he couldn't say much.

Instead of watching the documentary, the old clan chief looked around at everyone and said, "Although you haven't gone through your coming-of-age ceremony yet, your combat strength is already sufficient. Who among you is willing to join the hunting team?"

Shi Peng added, "Even the weakest among you are on the verge of a blood transfusion. You are the strongest generation in our tribe, but you also need to be careful. Hunting is different from your usual training. Facing those terrifying wild beasts, even I could perish if I'm not careful!"

"Dad! I want to join! Otherwise, all these years of training would have been for nothing!"

A burly, honest-looking boy was the first to raise his hand.

Shi Peng's face immediately darkened, and he slapped the other person on the head.

"Little Stone, how many times have I told you? When you're at work, you should use your job title!"

"Plant Daddy, I want to join the hunting team!" Shi Xiaoyong said with a strong voice.

"good!"

Shi Peng nodded and continued, "Anything else?"

"Uncle Peng, I've already had a complete overhaul, I want to get in too!"

"And me!"

"Everything for the tribe!"

……

Almost every one of the dozen or so men and women spoke up, which pleased the old clan chief and Shi Peng.

The clan has devoted resources to educating these children over the past few years, and it hasn't been in vain!

They are all fine men of the Great Wilderness!

In stark contrast to his peers, the documentary remained silent throughout.

Those who are family know their own situation; his martial arts talent is really not that good.

Despite having the same resources, his good friend Shi Xiaoyong has already undergone two major personnel changes, while he is only on the verge of one.

While pondering the matter, Shi Peng had already chosen his candidate.

There are nine people in total, all of whom have undergone at least one blood transfusion, which is the minimum standard for joining the hunting team.

Otherwise, they might not even be able to stand up against those powerful wild beasts.

However, a hint of worry surfaced deep in Shi Peng's eyes.

It's unknown how much these people will lose after another hunt.

The remaining unchosen boys and girls, though still unwilling, felt an even stronger fighting spirit.

I must quickly get my blood transfusion done and then join the hunting team!

"Go back and have your grandfather prepare the pre-hunt ritual."

Before leaving, the old clan chief gave a single instruction.

The documentary returns to the stone house.

His grandfather, Ji Shan, was sitting by the bed, puffing on his pipe, which was made for him by the documentary.

"How's it going with joining the hunting party?"

"I didn't register."

"you……"

Ji Shan was furious, but he quickly calmed down and sighed silently, "Are you really prepared to become the guardian?"

"I've dedicated my whole life to the tribe, leaving not even a son or daughter. You are my only grandson. Why should you enter the ancestral temple and spend your life guarding those memorial tablets like me?"

It's no wonder that Ji Shan thinks this way. Compared to becoming a high-ranking guardian of the clan, he still hopes that his grandson can get married, have children, and settle down in the tribe.

Becoming the guardian of the ancestral temple means that one cannot marry or have children, and must remain a virgin to guard the ancestral temple in order to borrow the power of the ancestors.

Although no one with witchcraft talent has appeared in the tribe yet, Ji Shan feels that his old bones can hold on for a few more years without any problem, and during that time, such a person will definitely appear!

Unfortunately, the documentary team had completely given up on the idea of ​​connecting at this point.

"I have a talent for witchcraft, and I can't let it go to waste. This hunting team has lost people again, even Uncle Shuijiang is dead, but I haven't even had a blood transfusion. I want to help the tribe," Ji Shi said sullenly.

He had lived in this tribe for more than ten years, and everyone treated him very well, so naturally they had a deep affection for each other.

Ji Shan remained silent.

The documentary continued to speak.

"Grandpa, once I become a first-tier wizard, you can just retire. Then I'll find you a wife. I think Grandma Shi next door is pretty good. If you put in the effort, maybe she can even give me a little uncle."

Ji Shan's face darkened: "Get out!"

The grandfather and grandson remained silent for a while.

Finally, Ji Shan sighed: "Are you really sure?"

"I've made up my mind."

The documentary's expression gradually turned serious.

"I didn't expect you could teach me a lesson. Fine, then I won't try to persuade you anymore. I respect your choice."

Ji Shan sighed again, looking as if he had aged several years.

He tapped his pipe on the ground, put it away, and got up to walk outside: "You will preside over this hunting ceremony."

The documentary's eyes lit up, and it quickly followed.

In the Jishi Water Department, only the guardian of the ancestral temple can preside over the sacrificial rites!

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the exposed skin felt a little painful. The grandfather and grandson walked outside, their steps uneven.

Soon, a stone cave came into view, and by the light of the lightning, one could see many stone tablets placed inside.

This is the ancestral temple of the Jishi Water Department.

Outside the ancestral temple, a wild beast was bound tightly with vines.

This wild beast was only a little over a meter long, covered in scales, and resembled a tiger.

Beside the wild beast, the old chieftain squatted down and said, "This is the last living wild beast in the tribe."

"I will participate in this hunt," Ji Shan said calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.

"Are you out of your mind? Your body can only handle two attacks at most! Maybe you'll be done for after just one..."

Ji Shan ignored the old clan chief's words and instead gestured to Ji Shi: "It's just a hunting ritual, don't be nervous, just use what you've learned before."

As Ji Shi stepped forward, the old patriarch seemed to understand something, paused slightly, but did not say anything, instead pressing down on the tiger-shaped wild beast behind him.

In the hands of the old patriarch, this terrifying tiger-shaped beast was like a kitten. He turned the beast's head, exposing the only part of its neck not covered by scales to the record.

The latter bowed towards the ancestral temple, muttering, "Ancestors above, the Records of the Waterways Department, reverently offer simple wine and delicacies, and sacrificial offerings for the Cold Food Festival..."

After the final line of the sacrificial text was finished, he lowered his eyes, drew a small bone knife, and plunged it into the neck of the wild beast.

The latter's struggle suddenly intensified.

Relax, dizziness is normal.

Because it wasn't the first time they'd witnessed something like this, the documentary was very calm, waiting for the wild beast to die and for blood to spread.

The documentary suggests that, as the sacrificial ceremony was completed, he developed a subtle connection with the ancestral temple.

A life energy that only those who practice witchcraft could sense emanated from the corpse of the wild beast and spread towards the ancestral temple.

During this process, most of the life energy will dissipate, and only the remainder will be absorbed by the ancestral temple.

But the documentary suddenly froze, because the life energy that was about to dissipate suddenly condensed and reversed, all surging towards him!

Before he could react, a series of electronic notification sounds suddenly rang in his mind.

[Host has completed the ritual; the card-drawing system is now activated!]

[Clan already linked: Tracestone Water Clan! Note: The stronger the clan, the higher the gacha wheel level!]

[Host has completed a miniature ritual and has received 1 card draw chance!]

The documentary was momentarily dazed.

It's been over ten years, and the golden touch is only just arriving?