I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 255 - 114: Slaying Xiaoyang, Third Tier? (Monthly Ticket Requested) 2
Nowadays, many such tribes have migrated, and it was intended for them to occupy the land.
The small tribes are also killed by those with Celestial Veins; the beast bones and hides from their broken tribal vaults are looted clean. The ones who did this definitely lack character.
Mu Yun’s gaze fell on the other myriarchs in the hall.
"What about you?"
"Thirty-seven have disappeared."
"Commander, I lost fewer, twenty-seven!"
Boom!
Mu Yun suddenly jumped up and kicked the last Xiaoyang who spoke out of the great hall.
"You think losing fewer would earn you a reward from me?"
Mu Yun looked at the two remaining myriarchs who kept silent, losing interest in listening to their reports.
"In just half a year, over two hundred are dead. In a year, wouldn’t it be five or six hundred? How am I supposed to explain this to the Vein Master?"
"How many Celestial Vein Martial Artists does the Mu Kang Branch truly have? How can we bear such disappearances?"
Mu Yun was very angry. The entire Xiaoyang Race may have many Celestial Vein Martial Artists, but they can’t withstand being hunted like this.
"Find them for me!"
"Find that damned fellow for me!"
The myriarchs hung their heads silently; it’s not like they hadn’t searched, but they couldn’t find the person.
Those thousand captains, centurions, and even some stray myriarchs all died silently.
Even if they used themselves as bait, what use is it if the one behind it doesn’t take the bait? How many days can they guard themselves every day?
In the first half of the year, they were tasked with finding the bronze war chariot, and now this issue emerges in the second half.
For a small tribe with only one or two Celestial Veins, losing their Celestial Vein Martial Artists is akin to a headless Wild Beast.
Don’t even mention encircling nearby Human Race tribes near their migration grounds; the Human Race tribes have already started to fight back.
In an area that was barely subdued, over two hundred Celestial Vein Martial Artists suddenly disappeared, and it suddenly feels like there’s no one left to use.
Under Mu Yun’s enraged gaze, a myriarch who hadn’t spoken couldn’t withstand the pressure and confessed honestly, "Commander, on my side, a total of eighty-three centurions and thousand captains have disappeared, along with over a thousand clan soldiers."
"..."
Mu Yun squinted his big eyes slightly and beckoned to the speaking myriarch.
"Come here, come here."
Rumble!
The already broken great hall was shattered once more as the speaking Xiaoyang myriarch fell outside with a sunken chest, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Why the hell haven’t you disappeared! Why don’t you just die!"
"Who is it exactly!"
Mu Yun roared; how could only this area of the Four Guardian Zones have such problems?
Could it be that the Jishan Bo Division plans to set them up!
"Gather the soldiers for me, combine the scattered divisions that have lost their clan leaders, and reorganize them into a large tribe!"
...
Heyang Ruins Market.
This city, situated on the Guimu River, was initially built during the northern expedition of Marquis Yongshan, and its gray city walls are covered with mottled scars.
On the city walls, Xiaoyang Martial Artists patrolled.
Beneath the city, Xiaoyang Martial Artists constantly flowed in and out.
Near the waterfront, densely packed arrow towers and witch towers stood tall, covering the expansive water surface within their attack range.
In the Guimu River, Shen Can gazed at the ancient city of the Ruins Market from afar.
Who would’ve thought, he’s back again.
Witch medicine needs regions rich in Source Power to grow, while Source Stones are birthed in Primordial Veins.
But it’s rare for Primordial Veins to form on the vast land, and the output from occasionally discovered small Yuan Veins depends entirely on luck.
After these days of hunting Xiaoyang and analyzing the collections of Xiaoyang Martial Artists, Shen Can noticed a slight pattern.
Those small tribes that migrated from the Xiaoyang Race Territory may seem as impoverished as the Blazing Flame of yesteryear with only one or two Celestial Veins, but they often possess excellent witch medicine and minerals.
The Xiaoyang Thousand Captains who were out leading soldiers sometimes had a few scattered Source Stones on them, and by killing about ten, he could gather a witch medicine over a century old.
A single centennial witch medicine is worth dozens to over a hundred Source Stones. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
If he can’t acquire Source Stones, at least he can gather witch medicine.
Shen Can doesn’t mind that ordinary Tier Three Xiaoyang are weak; he just hopes Tier Four Xiaoyang don’t come looking for him.
He headed to the Heyang Ruins Market because the logistical personnel are wealthier.
The Four Guardian Zones of Xiaoyang are established based on the four northern Ruin Markets, and now he’s already visited one.
In comparison, Jinyang Mountain is located northeast of Ji Land, and it isn’t as wealthy as Heyang, which serves as a transit point for spoils of war.
Gazing at the flickering black light atop the city walls of the Heyang Ruins Market, and the witch artifacts resembling stone towers, Shen Can felt somewhat uncomfortable.
The defense is even stronger than the Jinyang Mountain Ruins Market.
He’s quite confident in taking down a Xiaoyang Ninth Layer in the wild, but he’s not stupid enough to storm a well-defended Xiaoyang camp.
He can take a beating, but he can’t withstand being killed.
In the following half-year, Shen Can stealthily stayed in the Guimu River.
This great water vein of Ji Land is indeed a good place.
The Xiaoyang control warships coming and going from north to south, whether it’s the Four Guardian Zones or the Xiaoyang camps at east and west facing off with Jishan and Yanran, all require materials transported through here.
Unfortunately, in the early stages, the Xiaoyang advanced rapidly, continuously breaching Human Race tribes, and most of the spoils were already transported away.
Now, in this stalemate period, fewer warships transport resources on the Guimu River, while troop movements have increased.
With fewer resources and more Xiaoyang, Shen Can doesn’t mind.
He continually raided Xiaoyang Martial Artists and resources from passing warships.
Every now and then, Shen Can turned over the collected resources to Huo Ning, Huo Zhan, and others, having Cyan Simurgh send them back to the tribe.
What he kept in hand was merely Martial Dao, Witchcraft Classics, Source Stones, century-old witch medicine, and some of the Xiaoyang Martial Artists’ remains.
His actions on the Guimu River naturally aroused the vigilance of the Xiaoyang Race, and the defenses on the ships increased.
But it wasn’t a major issue. The Guimu River runs north to south through Ji Land, with its widest point over a hundred miles, and there’s an innumerable amount of branches and wetlands.
Many of these wetlands serve as fertile lands, and the migrating Xiaoyang conveniently used them as new Clan Lands.
It seems that the Xiaoyang-occupied area spans ten thousand miles north to south, but the riverbank of the Guimu River stretches over tens of thousands of miles.
Defense?
How can they defend?
After each action, Shen Can would flee several hundreds or thousands of miles, and by the time the Xiaoyang Commander brought troops over, he was already far gone.
When operating along the Guimu River, he hid even the Cyan Simurgh Soldiers and Antelope Qilin Beast, only himself, hitting and running.
Somewhere in the wetlands beside the Guimu River.
Shen Can absorbed the medicine’s potency, with surging blood force within his Celestial Veins, the eighth Celestial Vein had been abruptly breached under the impact of the wild blood force.
The medicinal potency constantly washed over the newly established Celestial Vein, expanding it to an extensive size.
During these days, he didn’t just hunt ordinary Xiaoyang with Celestial Veins, but also dealt with the myriarchs, having also killed four with Celestial Vein Eighth Heaven.
From Xiaoyang Martial Artists with Celestial Vein First to Ninth Layer, he carefully perceived each one with Divine Sense.
All are cultivating Celestial Veins, and there’s little difference between the Human Race and Xiaoyang’s Celestial Veins.
In Shen Can’s observations, the breadth of the Celestial Veins he’s currently establishing is wider than the Xiaoyang Martial Artists with Celestial Veins from First to Eighth Layer.
But compared to the slain Xiaoyang Ninth Layer Martial Artist, the width fell short by half.
His Celestial Veins are broader due to the steady foundation provided by the Desolate Beast Battle Body.
The Celestial Veins within his body have continually been washed by blood force for the past year or two, increasing the breadth and strength of his Celestial Veins.
Shen Can had also interrogated Xiaoyang Race Soldiers; the only Xiaoyang Ninth Layer he killed was named Miao Tuo.
Miao Tuo’s lifespan was nearly two hundred years, having ascended to Celestial Vein Ninth Layer over one hundred and fifty years ago, and was one of Muo Yan Branch’s hopefuls to advance to Tier Four Divine Treasure.
Shen Can also compared Miao Tuo’s Celestial Veins with the slain Jianng Zhen, even though Jianng Zhen’s collected remains were somewhat fragmented.
Careful Divine Sense examination revealed that Jianng Zhen’s Celestial Veins’ breadth and strength were several times weaker than Miao Tuo’s.
The vitality levels between the two also exhibited clear differences.
Shen Can wasn’t making this comparison for nothing; he recorded all the patterns he observed and made annotations.
After advancing to Celestial Vein Eighth Heaven, Shen Can spent two days stabilizing his realm.
Then he decided to continue his seclusion, preparing for a breakthrough to Celestial Vein Ninth Layer all at once, before going out to cause more commotion.
