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

Four hours passed quickly. During this time, Ji Fei wanted to buff his son's health, but Ji Shi stopped him.

"Okay, Uncle Fei, that's enough. If you hit Liu Zi again, we'll have to send it."

Hearing the documentary's dissuasion, Ji Fei hesitated before nodding.

After all, for martial artists, each blood transfusion is extremely important, and he naturally wanted his son to have a better future.

Ji Shi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Ji Fei was his cousin, and the other party's deceased father and his grandfather were brothers.

The people in the Jishi Shuibu group are mostly relatives.

With only a little over two hundred people, the families naturally formed connections through intermarriage.

Initially, the only surnames of the group were Ji and Shi. Because it was located by the river, it was named Jishi Shuibu.

As the tribe settled here, other people from the wilderness gradually joined, and these people changed their surnames to Shui (Water), eventually forming one of the three surnames.

Now, the three surnames are indistinguishable.

"Ahua, are you going to do it yourself, or should I find someone?"

The documentary retrieved the [Echo] and applied it to the Stone Flower.

Ji Fei, satisfied, dragged the still vacant-eyed Ji Liu away from the place.

The latter absorbed nearly three portions of the flesh and blood elixir this time. Although he was still some distance from Shi Xiaoyong, Ji Fei was already very satisfied.

The only pity is that Ji Liu's injuries were a little serious this time. The blood transfusion did not fully cure him, and he still needs to stay in bed for a few more days.

"I'll do it myself, you can come and get me out later."

Shihua picked up the bone club and walked towards the small house next to her.

Ji Shi waited outside for a while before going in, and immediately noticed Shi Hua lying on the ground, barely alive.

He helped the other person up and threw him into the stone pot as well.

Scalded by the intense heat, the animal hide instantly detached from Shi Hua's body and floated onto the surface of the stone pot, silently disappearing into the distance.

Another 'strong man' stepped forward to help Shihua with her blood transfusion.

She is the only woman in the tribe to have undergone three blood transfusions.

Documentary films, on the other hand, wait patiently in the distance for the outcome.

It wasn't until the [Echo] effect was almost gone, and by the morning of the next day, that Stone Flower completed this blood transfusion.

Documentary was calculating the situation in his mind.

If we quantify the absorption effect of the three individuals this time, Shi Xiaoyong's result is 3, Ji Liu's is 2.8, Shi Hua's is 2.7, and the remaining members of the tribe who underwent a second blood exchange have results ranging from 0.2 to 0.5.

The earthworm was used to refine thirteen portions of first-tier flesh and blood medicine. Shi Xiaoyong and his two companions used eight and a half portions, while the ten who underwent a second blood exchange barely managed to use four portions.

The remaining half of the first-tier flesh and blood medicine ended up in Ji Shi's hands, but he didn't use it for the time being and could only seal it away.

The effect of [Echo] was quite good. According to the documentary's estimate, Shi Xiaoyong absorbed about 0.7 more portions, Ji Liu absorbed 0.9 more portions, and Shi Hua absorbed 0.6 more portions.

Aside from his own injuries, this is also related to his original absorption limit.

Looking at the still bustling crowd around him, a smile appeared on the documentary's lips.

Since none of the clansmen who underwent the second blood transfusion used the three-meter-level flesh and blood elixir, this substance naturally ended up in the hands of those who underwent the first blood transfusion.

By analogy, almost all members of the tribe used the flesh and blood medicine, the only difference being the amount.

The tribe originally had twelve members who underwent a first blood transfusion, but all of them underwent a second blood transfusion.

Nearly twenty people completed a blood transfusion, including two eight- or nine-year-old boys who were clearly promising candidates for becoming first-tier martial artists.

The old clan chief, who was in charge of the overall situation, had a wrinkled face that blossomed like a chrysanthemum. From yesterday until now, the smile on his face had never stopped.

Documenting is also very satisfying.

After all, these tribespeople are the foundation for the tribe's advancement!

The blood transfusion ceremony didn't end until noon, and the air was filled with a rich life energy.

The patriarch waved his hand.

"There's a party tonight, and that 2.5-meter-tall sheep will be the main dish. Everyone, eat well, drink well, and have fun!"

As the voice faded, cheers erupted from the tribe, with shouts of "Long live the chieftain!" echoing throughout.

Time flew by and it was evening.

More than two hundred people gathered around a huge bonfire. The two-and-a-half-meter-long sheep was slowly turned around on the fire. Various fruits were brought out, and even several strong men laboriously carried out a few stone buckets.

In an instant, another shout of "Long live the clan leader!" rang out.

This is fruit wine brewed by the tribe, and the people in the tribe can only drink it on special occasions.

After all, for the food-scarce Atobe, mastering the art of brewing was far too extravagant, even though he had mastered the art of brewing.

Only when there is too much fruit to eat in a short time will we consider using it to make wine.

The party started soon.

Ji Shi received the most roasted meat and fruit wine, a choice made unanimously by the tribe members, who knew that the great success of the hunt was largely due to Ji Shi.

Some people may not say it, but they are very grateful for the documentary.

Documentary films deserve at least 60% credit for helping us weather this crisis!

Unlike other members of the tribe, he did not participate in various activities, but instead sat alone eating meat and drinking wine.

Taking a sip of fruit wine, Ji Shi felt all the fatigue of the past few days vanish. Looking at the joyful atmosphere of the tribe, he felt genuinely happy.

Just then, two boys carrying fruit wine cautiously approached him.

These are the two teenagers who have undergone a blood transfusion.

He's now taller than the documentary version; if anyone saw him, they'd definitely say something.

Is this person really eight years old?

However, this is normal in the Great Wilderness World.

"Master Shoutiao..."

Before the two boys could finish speaking, Ji Shi interrupted them: "We're having a party right now, there's no such thing as a guardian spirit, just call me Brother Ji Shi."

"Brother Shi! I want to be a hero like you someday! I heard from my brother that if it weren't for you, our tribe would have been in danger!" This was Shi Xiaoyong's second brother.

"That's right, I heard it from my dad too! Brother Shi, I want to take you as my role model and contribute to the tribe in the future!" This is Uncle Shuiluo's son, Shuiyang.

The two boys expressed their admiration to the documentary, and the documentary offered some encouragement. After chatting for a while, the two brothers left, but the 'strong man' sat down next to the documentary again.

"I know you've become the head of the family and can't get married, but I'll wait for you. My second grandmother has waited for your grandfather for so many years, so can I. Once you step down as head of the family, I'll definitely knock you unconscious and drag you into a cave!"

Upon hearing Shi Hua's words, Ji Shi's lips twitched slightly.

He seemed to understand why his grandfather never felt repressed.

From a documentary perspective, there is absolutely no desire to connect them!