I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 311 - 136: Jishan, Yanran, If You Have No Better Ide

Throughout the clan, there was laughter and cheering as martial artists gathered at the Clan Hall to inquire about their battle honors and whether they could bathe in the Tier Four Beast Blood that evening.

The entire tribe was bustling with activity.

As evening approached, clusters of bonfires were lit, each with a Great Tripod Cauldron nearby, exuding a strong aroma.

Many children gathered outside the cauldrons, wanting to sip the at soup, but they were driven away by their elders.

Ordinary at soup is consud freely, but if young ones are greedy with Tier Four Wild Beast at, trouble ensues swiftly.

Indeed, Tier Four Wild Beast at is hard to stew, and from afternoon until evening, it showed no signs of being cooked, prompting everyone to intensify the fires.

The tribespeople began gathering around the bonfires to ladle out the soup, with one burly man unable to resist and gulping down a mouthful. The scalding soup surged within him, turning him ruddy as smoke poured from his seven apertures; panic-stricken, he began practicing fist techniques urgently.

Soon, the entire city resonated with the sound of roaring.

Even Celestial Vein Martial Artists felt their blood surging upon drinking the broth, let alone those bathing in Beast Blood within the Ancestral Temple.

One figure kneeled outside the Ancestral Temple before rising and stepping inside.

"Lin Feng, extends greetings to the Temple Keeper!"

Entering the Ancestral Temple, Lin Feng once again knelt, this ti before Shen Can.

That day outside the Clan City, Shen Can’s punches roared like thunder, each punch striking down, vanquishing one person and one eagle — two Tier Four beings, one dead and one severely injured.

His strong and wild might stunned everyone.

It is common for the Temple Keeper to know witchcraft, but that he possesses martial arts prowess is truly shocking.

Every punch landed squarely, facing the Tier Four of the Weiling Tribe, he was insurmountable, impressive as a rainbow, simply stunning the clan’s martial artists.

"Lin Feng, Thousand Captain of Clan Soldiers, Celestial Vein Third Layer, two years of campaigns, slain three hundred sixty-three Xiaoyang."

Shen Can held a Beast Hide Scroll in hand, recording information about Lin Feng.

"Yes!"

Lin Feng stood up, not daring to et Shen Can’s eyes directly.

"Get into the cauldron, endure it, execute the Cultivation Technique the way I instruct."

Lin Feng took off his clothes and leapt into the Great Tripod Cauldron, where only half-full warm water awaited; as Lin Feng entered, Shen Can slowly added Beast Blood bit by bit.

Beast Blood from Tier Four Wild Beast is far beyond what a Tier Three Martial Artist can withstand; even a re trace brought forth a roar from Lin Feng.

Before the Temple Keeper, he gritted his teeth hard, and his veins bulged visibly.

Shen Can infused his Divine Sense into Lin Feng, observing the circulation of his blood energy, aiding the delivery of the diluted Beast Blood into Lin Feng’s Celestial Vein.

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s blood energy erupted outright, the surging blood energy burst through two Celestial Veins.

Seeing this, Shen Can’s divine consciousness reached into the cauldron’s interior, consolidating the scattered Giant Eagle Beast Blood from the warm water, extracting it once more.

"Shi Yang, Celestial Vein Fourth Layer."

When the next martial artist entered, Shen Can routinely confird their identity, also recounting their battle achievents.

anwhile, outside the Ancestral Temple, large numbers of tribespeople had already consud the at broth made from Giant Eagle at.

Even though the broth was diluted several tis or even dozens of tis, for different tribespeople, it still presented varied scenarios.

Beside the bonfires, there were nurous shadows practicing fist techniques and cultivation.

On the castle walls, Blood Sea Guards martial artists ford ranks to protect; they lacked much interest in Giant Eagle at.

Outside the city in the camp, particularly in the Heavy Blade Camp, the cauldrons boiled with at soup, steam continuously rising; the broth was ladled directly and diluted with Witch Potion, then distributed to Heavy Blade Soldiers.

That night, roaring sounds echoed both inside and outside the clan land.

Within the Great Tripod Cauldron, Eagle at and Eagle Bones were continuously boiled with water and Witch Potion, even the smallest children received a drop of diluted Eagle at Soup, their cheeks puffing rosy red.

On the second, third, fourth, and fifth days, only after five days did the commotion within Three Fire Race City gradually subside.

Within the Great Tripod Cauldrons, Eagle at boiled thoroughly to mush, together with the paled broth, poured into over three hundred thousand tribe mbers’ stomachs.

Of course, most of the essence was absorbed by Celestial Vein Martial Artists and Clan Soldiers in the exterior camps, but the remaining tribe mbers all received a portion of the diluted broth.

More than four hundred Celestial Vein Martial Artists entered the Ancestral Temple, receiving Shen Can’s personal care and cultivation guidance.

Among these were tribespeople from Blazing Fla Headquarters Division, the rest were capable martial artists condensed from gathered tribe mbers, all reviewed by him.

One Tier Four Giant Eagle, overall, elevated the tribe mbers’ strength a notch.

So Mountain Opening Realm Martial Artists directly broke through their bottlenecks and advanced to Celestial Vein.

The Celestial Vein Eighth Layer martial artists increased to seven individuals.

The Celestial Vein Ninth Layer martial artists increased by two people: Huo Chang and Huo Ning.

Celestial Vein Seventh Layer reached one hundred and ten individuals.

Through this several-day grand feast, the entire tribe underwent another consolidation.

In particular, the more than four hundred martial artists who entered the Ancestral Temple, aside from those from Blazing Fla Headquarters Division, the rest were individuals most dedicated in countering Xiaoyang from various remnants.

For these people, Shen Can was generous in enhancing their combat abilities.

...

The clan city was much quieter, but inside the city as well as the camps outside, martial artists were already cultivating, the sound rising and falling.

The benefits of the blood and flesh of a Tier Four Wild Beast are not just about breaking through realms at once, but also so remaining energy lurking within the body, waiting to see if one can fully absorb it.

So, no one was idle. Since they were not fighting Xiaoyang for now, they were cultivating intensely.

After Shen Can cleaned the Ancestral Temple, he looked toward the direction of the Jishan Bo Division.

Huo Chang and Huo Ning, who had broken through to the Celestial Vein Ninth Layer, had already left last night, one heading west, the other east, to deliver ssages to Yanran and Jishan Divisions.

By now, they should have arrived.

...

Blood Mountain Pass City.

Lord Jishan grabbed a sealed Beast Hide Scroll; after opening it, his icy face showed signs of fluctuation.

"Flip the table, I’m done playing!"

After reading the entire secret ssage, Lord Jishan saw two imprints at the end.

They were from Shen Can and the Sacrificial Spirit Dragon.

"Clan Chief, what do you an by being done playing?"

The Great Elder Yuan Tianmu was surprised by Lord Jishan’s emotional change. After reading the ssage from Lord Jishan’s hand, shock filled his eyes too.

Each piece of information in the letter was astonishing to him.

He only felt that this letter was burning his hand!

The three divisions would form an alliance to attack Xiaoyang together.

Capture Tier Four martial artists from Ao Mountain as a sacrificial banner.

In the na of the three divisions, issue a proclamation to the Nine Lands of Yongyi, accusing Ao Mountain and Xiaoyang of collusion, demanding all divisions to condemn them together.

Leave the Ji Land open, allowing Xiaoyang to invade other areas of Yongyi, letting those places experience what Xiaoyang’s chaos ans, instead of speaking idly.

Each matter made Yuan Tianmu’s heart ache.

The end of the letter thoughtfully stated that Lord Jishan need not worry about investigating further, as the Human Race Tribe colluding with Xiaoyang was indeed Ao Mountain. His Huo Temple Keeper had already captured the martial artists of Ao Mountain.

They would wait for the alliance eting to kill the sacrificial banner.

The three divisions would simply issue proclamations to the Nine Lands.

"This..."

The Jishan Clan Master furrowed his brows for a long ti, not knowing what to say montarily.

Jishan had guarded Ji Land for eight thousand years, and never intended to give up.

Even if retreating this ti, it was just to catch a breath, and truly, if they could not hold on, they would fulfill the grace of Marquis Yongshan’s edict.

After a long ti, the Great Elder spoke, "The young are so fervent!"

"Where is the ssenger?"

"He left after delivering the letter," the Great Elder replied. "According to what’s written in the letter, if the Clan Chief agrees, we will et by the Ink Pool at the Guimu River in a month, to plan the grand strategy against Xiaoyang.

The implication seems to be that they want the Clan Chief to personally attend, to discuss the matters ntioned in the letter.

Clan Chief, don’t you think it’s written so alarmingly just to ensure your personal attendance?"

Lord Jishan looked up at the Great Elder, "Do you think it’s re alarmism, or truly unruly!"

The Great Elder pondered for a long ti, finally saying quietly, "This letter is not just for communication; it’s clearly a manifesto.

If things continue like this, I fear Jishan’s position as the lord in Ji Land will be lost!"

"Clan Chief, even if we must et, it should be us, Jishan, proclaiming it."

"Moreover, the thod here is too unruly. If we follow this plan, we will find ourselves with Xiaoyang in front and our Yongyi clan behind."

Lord Jishan took back the Beast Hide Scroll, rolled it into a tube, placed it on his left eye, closed his right eye, and aid at the Great Elder.

"Look, you’ve shrunk and fit into my rolled-up Beast Hide tube."

"Clan Chief!"

Seeing this, the Great Elder was stunned.

"Alright, as you say, you go ahead and issue the proclamation, saying that Jishan wants to change the eting place to Garrison City here, and that what’s in the letter is just fanciful nonsense."

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder was sowhat speechless.

After speaking, Lord Jishan put down the Beast Hide tube from his hand and sighed deeply.

"Tianmu, eight thousand years are enough; Jishan can no longer bear the heavy burden of resisting Xiaoyang. Wouldn’t it be better if soone else takes over this responsibility?"

"The Yongyi clan, when have these fellows ever treated our Jishan as their kin!"

"But... what’s written in the letter is too..."

"Haven’t you said they are just fervent youth? Being fervent is good; only with fervor do they dare wield the blade!"