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

Chapter 5: Increased Strength, Even Witchcraft Can Be Deduced (Please Read On)

Don't get me wrong, he's not stealing blood.

Rather, it was because the shape of this blood vessel was so similar to the illusory sacrificial cauldron inside his body that he couldn't help but make the connection.

Unfortunately, there was no reaction after I grabbed the Blood Vessel.

After trying several times, Shen Can gave up.

He glanced at the beast blood in the blood vessel, but after thinking about it, he refrained from stealing the heart for the time being.

Since the Kui Niu Fist can improve quality and stimulate more muscles, bones, and flesh, then to maximize efficiency, he could wait until he had upgraded the Kui Niu Fist to the middle or even the upper grade before making further improvements.

During this process, eating only animal meat is sufficient.

"Ah-chan, after you finish eating, learn the incantations and talismans of the ritual from me."

When Shen Can arrived at the east ear hole, he saw that Huo Xian had already divided the cooked meat into portions. The jar he was given contained lean meat and two cracked bones with marrow oozing out of them.

Huo Xian's own jar contained only some simple scraps of meat.

"You're old and your teeth aren't good, but you're still young and there's still hope for you to learn martial arts. Give it a try and don't be discouraged."

Carrying his jar, Huo Xian returned to his stone table and sat down, his attention once again falling on the animal skin book on the table.

The most important thing in martial arts training is nutrition. However, there are great differences between people. Some people absorb nutrients well and naturally have better physiques. When breaking through to become a martial artist, they can withstand the impact of beast blood and become a martial artist in one go.

In this respect, Shen Can, being short, is clearly much worse off.

Huo Xian didn't discourage Shen Can; he was the same way when he was young.

Shen Can carried his jar back to the west ear hole and began to eat heartily, eventually finishing even the soup.

Then, taking advantage of the warmth in his stomach, he started practicing the Kui Niu Fist.

The side ear opening opened by the clansmen was very large, more than ten zhang in size, enough for him to practice his boxing skills.

Huo Xian, who was in the east ear hole, heard the commotion on the west side but did not make a sound to stop it, which told him that Shen Can had not given up his martial arts training.

……

Fifteen minutes later.

Shen Can stopped what he was doing.

I could only feel a warm current flowing through my body, and I could feel my strength increasing, but unfortunately I had no equipment to measure the specific increase.

This shows that the improved Kui Niu boxing style has indeed improved in efficiency.

"If I can raise the Kui Niu Fist to the superior level, I might not even need to soak in beast blood. I could become a martial artist simply by eating beast meat and practicing the Kui Niu Fist."

Shen Can imagined it for a moment, then got up and headed towards the East Ear Cave. He gathered up the fire-eating utensils and went outside to wash them with the rainwater.

"This has been passed down through generations of tribal shamans. Take a look."

Inside the East Ear Cave, Huo Xian handed Shen Can a mottled animal skin scroll, saying, "Ask me if you don't understand any of the characters."

The contents of the animal skin scrolls are not difficult to understand, as they are illustrated, with pictures of various herbs, soil, and stones.

The ear piercing quieted down, and Huo Xian frowned as he flipped through a roll of animal hide, occasionally glancing at the shelf behind him.

Occasionally, he would glance at Shen Can, who was turning over animal skin scrolls.

"Is there something you don't understand?"

As Shen Can flipped through the animal skin scroll, he was actually wondering if the witch doctor's techniques could be deduced.

He was also one of the victims of the witchcraft practices of the Blazing Flame Tribe.

Of course, this is not Huo Xian's fault, but rather because the tribe's heritage is limited, and it lacks the ability to innovate and expand.

They dared not innovate rashly, lest something unexpected happen and cause severe damage to the tribe.

They could only rely on the shamanic medical books passed down from their ancestors for research.

Master Huoxian's specialty is making medicinal dumplings; he can give a dumpling for any illness.

As for the recipes for the pills, they are incredibly varied. The roots and stems of plants are considered normal, while eaves ash, wild animal hair, and so on are also used.

As Shen Can pondered, thoughts began to surface in his mind.

Priest: Shen Can

Martial Arts Realm: No Rank.

Sacrificial vessel: sacrificial tripod

Tempering Method: Kui Niu Fist (Low Grade)

Witchcraft: Blazing Flame Tribe Witchcraft and Healing Methods (Inferior), Witchcraft (None)

Technique: None

Martial Arts Supernatural Powers: None

Lifespan: None

Seeing the change in the information in his mind, Shen Can understood that even witch doctors could make deductions.

Even witch doctors are just one branch of witchcraft practice.

For the next two weeks, Shen Can took over the cleaning and maintenance of the ancestral temple, while Huo Xian focused on organizing the shamanic medical techniques he had practiced for many years.

Shen Can spent his days sweeping and cleaning the ancestral temple, learning witchcraft, and practicing boxing.

The rain continued to pour down, and the hunting party had no new live sacrifices. He wouldn't just wait around. The tempering efficiency of his low-grade Kui Niu Fist had already improved significantly, and he had plenty of meat every day.

He could clearly feel his strength increasing every day.

Inside the West Ear Cave, there was a black Yuan Stone that was one and a half meters tall. He wanted to see when he could smash it to pieces.

"Ah-Can, let's eat."

Huo Xian handed Shen Can a jar overflowing with meat, twice the amount of the previous few days.

"If it's not enough, there's more. Eat as much as you can."

Shen Canfeng devoured the beast meat in a flash, then began practicing the Kui Niu Fist inside his ear canal, a warm current coursing through his body, surging through his muscles and flesh.

"call!"

After finishing his punch, he let out a long sigh and walked towards the cave entrance.

I heard arguing while I was practicing the Kui Niu boxing style; it seemed like something was happening outside.

Thick steam rushed into the cave entrance, and Shen Can was in a bad mood. "Damn rain."

Down the mountain, the raging floodwaters rushed eastward, their waves crashing against the rocks with a thunderous roar that never ceased.

Without prey, he's really missing the chance to worship his ancestors.

Through the misty fog, he saw more than a dozen figures standing outside the floodwaters. The leader was Huo Tang, the chief of the tribe, and the others were all second-tier Mountain Opening Realm warriors from the tribe.

It looks like they're salvaging something.

The torrential rain has been falling for so long, causing great losses to the Zhiyan tribe. Not only are the tribe's buildings and small plots of farmland at the foot of the mountain gone, but hundreds of tribesmen have also been killed.

Most of the clansmen who lost their lives were those who went missing while salvaging belongings lost in the flood.

Shen Can was fortunate to be rescued by his own clan.

Braving the flash flood to salvage supplies was a last resort; no one knew how long the flood would last, so the only option was to stockpile as many supplies as possible for survival.

Now, all the supplies that could be washed away from the mountains have been washed away, even the rotting carcasses of wild beasts are gone, and the supplies that can be found are becoming increasingly scarce.

What happened?

"Look, another one is coming up!"

A sharp-eyed member of the tribe pointed down and shouted.

……

The riverbank during the flood.

Huotang stood on high ground, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, extremely vigilant.

Scattered around him, his tribesmen each clutched a large, hooked spear with a rope attached, gazing at the surging floodwaters.

One of them hooked his grappling hook onto a giant tree and yanked it ashore.

There was a hole in the middle of the giant tree, with vines wrapped around both ends. Embedded in the hole was a person who was already unrecognizable and had been soaked in water.

"Chieftain, this is the third one."

After carefully examining the area, Volcano said, "There's still no identification; we can't determine which tribe they belong to."

Amidst the raging floodwaters, they carved boats from wood, and it wasn't just one person; there was only one possibility: something had happened to their tribe.

They fled in panic, but the entire tribe suffered disaster.

After examining the area, Huotang ordered, "Continue the salvage operation and see if any more have been washed down."

Each ethnic group has a well-established way of dealing with floods, which is to choose sturdy and high mountains as their dwellings. The heavy rains have been falling for more than eighty days.

The fact that they were only swept away by the flood at this time indicates that the tribes that suffered were not initially separated by the flood, but rather due to other reasons.

It is very likely a wild beast.

The wild beasts that are not afraid of raging floods can destroy other tribes, which means they can also destroy his Blazing Flame Tribe.

In the following days, the tribe successively retrieved four more unrecognizable skeletons, all of whom had carved wooden boats in an attempt to brave the raging flood.

The misfortune that befell his unit also caused a somewhat subdued atmosphere within the Blazing Flame Division.

Everyone understood that the crisis that could destroy other tribes might actually come to Blazing Flame, and they might be the ones wading through the water to escape.

……

"Woof..."

Half a day later, the giant waves surged, and a roar like a dog's bark echoed in the distance, startling everyone.

Even Shen Can, who was practicing his fist techniques in front of his ancestors in the ancestral temple, stopped.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

It's a second-tier, exotic wild fish, not some high-tier wild beast.

(End of this chapter)