I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 10: Plague God, 2 Desolate Power, Upper Division Wrecked Ship
In the spread-out beast hide scroll, Shen Can saw an image of the plague insects, semi-transparent throughout with small transparent sacs containing plague liquid.
This is just the most common type of plague insect.
In the orally transmitted tales of the Blazing Flame Tribe, it is said that there are also wild beast plague insects.
These are enormous wild beasts that directly become the mother bodies of the plague insects, controlled by countless plague insects, roaming the mountains and fields.
Where they pass, water sources and soil become contaminated.
Legend has it that the Human Race even sacrificed to such wild beast plague insects.
Unfortunately, the more they sacrificed, the worse it got.
The Blazing Flame Tribe has been drinking water from vertical wells dug down within the mountain, and even the water brought up is filtered through fine sand and plant ash.
These things have existed for a long time.
Moreover, the water drawn is boiled before drinking.
The Great Wilderness looks primitive, but the Human Race has been able to propagate and pass on their legacy because some pitfalls have long been trodden over by ancestors.
As for new pitfalls, isn’t the Human Race still passing them on?
New people tread new pitfalls, new pitfalls become old pitfalls, new people become old people.
Take the plague after the flood for example, the Blazing Flame Tribe has been passing down traditions for three hundred years, and during better times, they were actually preparing for the needs of natural disasters.
Like witchcraft herbs.
However, due to the poor heritage of the tribe’s witch doctors, the corresponding preparations in response to disasters still present a huge challenge.
Afraid of insufficient preparation, afraid the plague insects are too powerful, fear upon fear...
There are too many fears.
As the flood continues without abating, Master Huo Xian’s anxiety is increasing day by day.
The larger the flood, the more creatures will die, and the outbreak of the epidemic will be more severe.
No wonder the tribe’s Clan Chief, the Celestial Vein Martial Artist, looks so worn-out.
Being the Clan Chief is too difficult.
"The elders say that in faraway places, there are great tribes residing in the sky, unafraid of floods, earthquakes, and epidemics, they can even drive away fearsome Disaster Beasts, what a wonder what such tribes are like,"
Huo Xian said in a trance.
"We are all lower divisions, who dares to imagine tribes like that, can’t even imagine it." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Changing the world, Shen Can can’t come up with it either.
He reckons it’s certainly not the kind of emperor plowing fields with a gold hoe.
Opening another beast hide scroll related to witch doctor herbs, Shen Can started studying.
No choice, even cheating requires some basics.
The Sacrificial Tripod Cauldron always scolds him for having seven openings and six blocked, he’s been infuriated several times.
Who knows, maybe he can deduce a true witchcraft technique from this.
As the tribe grows stronger, he is safer, just look at how exhausted the sole Celestial Vein Realm warrior is.
Although he has the Divine Technique of All Transformations Return to One, he has to prepare for advancing to Celestial Vein Realm Martial Artist in the future.
...
Seven days later.
Inside West Ear Cave, Shen Can withdrew his fists.
Sacrificial Master: Shen Can
Martial Arts Realm: Stone-Breaking Realm (Two Desolate Powers)
His strength doubled directly, of course, not from eating wild beast meat.
Though he and Huo Xian have meat in their meals, they are just ordinary dried wild beast meat.
The tribe is truly not wealthy, as it has been raining for four months straight, the entire tribe is living off exhausted resources.
It’s not that the tribe doesn’t have reserves of Tier One and Tier Two dried beast meat, but some things can’t be touched randomly.
Without more supplementary energy resources, these beast meats are the reserve rations for tribal martial artists to explode combat power.
This is in case of unexpected events in the tribe, ensuring martial artist combat power.
Dragging family and household is truly not easy, Huo Chang, the Clan Chief, dares not even think about goofing off.
For him, having his strength doubled so quickly is naturally because he stole the offerings of his ancestors.
The last time, sacrificing the Tier Two strange fish.
At that time, there were two portions of strange fish blood, one portion was placed on the offering table in the Blood Vase.
The remaining majority was given to the tribe members, breaking through Mountain Opening, but the residual beast blood is not completely consumed.
Depending on circumstances, more water was added, leaving it for the tribe’s Stone-Breaking Realm martial artists.
Shen Can certainly wouldn’t compete with tribe members for leftovers, stealing from the ancestors is more convenient.
Whatever the ancestors have is his.
Although quite a few days have passed, the beast blood left in the Blood Vase is not much, but the strange fish’s realm is there.
Master Huo Xian is busy concocting witch medicine daily to prevent the plague, sweeping related matters are all done by Shen Can.
Stealing a bit of beast blood was simply too convenient.
Beast blood is very fishy; in the past life, it would have maggots by now if stored like this.
But the Desolate Beast Blood is remarkably mystical, still crystal clear like Blood Amber.
Shen Can mixed a little with his meat meal every day, ate some millet, and after just seven days, his strength doubled.
Feeling his physique strengthened again, he thought when he steals next, he could slightly increase the amount.
Afraid his body couldn’t handle, he was always careful, taking just a small spoonful each time.
Strength increased, body toughness constantly strengthening, next time he has to eat two spoonfuls anyway.
Before the Divine Platform.
Looking at the scarce beast blood in the Blood Vase, Shen Can bowed to the Divine Tablet.
"Ancestors bless us, another Tier Two strange fish please."
...
Misty rain enveloped, the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.
Shen Can listened to the sounds while leaving the Ancestral Temple, these days, people have been guarding the floodwaters’ edge.
Even though the flood no longer brings much, the tribe still tries to gather whatever resources it can.
Mountain peaks resemble islands within the water.
Celestial Vein Realm Martial Artist, playing Iron Palm Water Floating amidst the flood is doable, but the safety is questionable and can’t last long.
The Blazing Flame Tribe isn’t rich enough to have the sole Clan Chief risk such attempts.
From afar gazing at the mountains, a landscape of wetlands.
Near dusk, from the direction behind the tribe’s mountain, Huo Shan and Huo Ning quickly arrived.
The tribe’s mountain spans ten miles from east to west, belonging to a small mountain just outside the Giant Mountain Range.
As for why not establish a cave in the deeper, taller Giant Mountain, the reason is simple, the deep mountains are too dangerous.
After returning, Huo Shan immediately entered the cave where Huo Chang resided, and shortly after, Huo Chang led several people away from the clan land.
Upon returning, they dragged a five or six zhang large fragmented wood piece into the Ancestral Temple Cave under the cover of night.
This piece of wood isn’t raw timber, but has splicing marks, and the color differs between top and bottom.
One part is dark, the wood grain and engraved illustrations obscured.
The other part still shows some beast patterns, but the complete beast pattern cannot be discerned.
Huo Xian patted Shen Can, said nothing, but Shen Can understood the meaning, to not panic.
This is a partial remnant of a ship.
"Found in the valley east of our clan mountain, squeezed in a corner among chaotic wood scraps and grass, wouldn’t have discovered without careful inspection."
Huo Shan spoke, he was a senior Mountain Opening artist in the tribe, also the most promising candidate to become the second Celestial Vein artist.
With Huo Chang unable to act easily, it’s always Huo Shan leading teams for hunting and dealing with matters outside.
After discovering corpses in the flood, Huo Chang instructed Huo Shan to strengthen patrols around the clan land.
Around the clan land, ten miles east to west, there are more than a dozen sunken valleys filled with shredded plants and debris.
Huo Shan approached, with one punch gripped the fragmented wood piece, resounding, the wood with existing cracks didn’t break at all under his fist.
"Tier Three Iron Wood, only grows deep within the big mountains."
Huo Xian frowned, spoke, then returned to the ear cave, fetched a beast hide scroll, and opened it up before returning to the wood.
On the beast hide is the depiction of Iron Wood.
Such raw wood placed in Blazing Flame Division is difficult for tribe members to process, let alone craft into a ship.
Shen Can recognized this isn’t something a small tribe can handle.
Even a Tier Three Ironwood Ship has a shattered hull; how severe must the storm have been?
"Even stronger than Upper Huang." Huo Shan smacked his lips.
Huo Xian said nothing, rummaging through the beast hide scroll again.
Soon, an ancient beast hide spread out, with a somewhat impressionistic style map on it.
Mountains rising, rivers winding.
Among the mountains and rivers, tribal names are marked.
Upper Huang Division is upon it.
Apart from Upper Huang, at the map’s edge is the wetland area, with a tribe named Lingyu.
According to tribal legends passed down orally, Lingyu Tribe is thousands of miles away from Blazing Flame, but on this map, the distance between Lingyu and Blazing Flame is about the same as Upper Huang’s.
"Could it be Upper Lingyu Division?"
