I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself Chapter 412 - 178: Rabbit! (Part 2)

The Little Deer Treasure dicine no longer feared the dicine Division tribesn and sotis would co down from the Cyan Simurgh Tree, burying itself in the ground with only its antlers exposed.

As night fell, the Osmanthus moon rose, and the slumbering Little Spirit Race awoke one by one, either flying to the tops of spirit plants’ trees or trailing their long tails as they wandered about.

From a distance, the moonlit scene was resplendent.

At this ti, under the leadership of Yan Ling, a dozen tribespeople from the dicine Division were greeting the fluttering Little Spirit Race.

The Little Spirit Race had a strong learning ability, and they could now conduct simple communication with the tribespeople.

To strengthen the connection with the Little Spirit Race, Yan Ling periodically brought the tribespeople to communicate with them.

Aqing, seeing Yan Ling approaching, flew down from the tree, making a ’chirping’ sound.

"What are you saying, sothing ca to steal dicine?"

Aqing then took flight, heading towards the Spirit Plant Forest, with Yan Ling following behind.

The witch dicine growing in the Spirit Plant Forest was rare and had a relatively long dicinal age.

As for common witch dicine, there was plenty in the mountains, and the tribe also planted them in other places.

Under Aqing’s lead, Yan Ling arrived before a witch dicine shaped like antlers.

The surface of these witch dicines was furry, with a blood-red hue throughout, known as Blood Antler. It could enhance the strength of Tier One and Two Martial Artists and replenish the blood energy for Tier Three Martial Artists.

The dozen or so planted here had dicinal ages, with the oldest one being over 130 years old.

Nourished from below by the Primordial Vein and above by the Moonlight Liquid of the Little Spirit Race, the witch dicine growing here could accumulate one to two years of dicinal age in a year.

At this mont, the oldest Blood Antler witch dicine was missing a small segnt, clearly snapped off by soone.

When a Blood Antler is broken, a blood-colored dicinal liquid oozes out, and a blood scab forms on the surface.

However, on the broken section of this Blood Antler, there was a faint glow of spiritual light.

This caused the blood-colored dicinal liquid flowing out to sparkle without coagulating, as if it had just been broken off.

"Your doing?"

After inspecting the Blood Antler, Yan Ling looked at Aqing.

She found that although a part of the Blood Antler had been taken, the remaining part was well-preserved.

If vitality is not dried up, it might regrow.

Normally, when a portion of a Blood Antler is taken, the extracted dicinal liquid will coagulate, making it similar to an old tree with broken limbs, gradually withering and ceasing to grow.

Sotis, it can affect the entire herb’s vitality.

Aqing shook its head, not its doing.

The Moonlight Liquid it exhaled could only promote the growth of spiritual plants and possibly allow herb regrowth, but it depended on the circumstances.

Yan Ling crouched to examine the fracture of the Blood Antler closely, the blood-colored dicinal juice was as clear as crystal, emitting a faint and fresh spiritual glow.

After scanning it with her Divine Sense, she found nothing unusual on the Blood Antler but discovered several loose white hairs below it.

"Rabbit fur."

Yan Ling picked it up and recognized it; as a child, she often wore rabbit-skin shoes, and even now she had a rabbit fur vest.

In the Great Wilderness, there were many rabbit breeds, mostly with low bloodlines, knowing only instinctual reproduction, unlikely to sneak into the Spirit Plant Forest.

Let alone snap a part of the Blood Antler and then put effort into preserving it.

This didn’t seem like an ordinary rabbit.

After circling the Spirit Plant Forest without finding any other traces, Yan Ling decided to set a few days of watch to see what happened.

With the Blood Antler in mind, she ca back two days later to check.

She found that at the fracture of the Blood Antler, new buds had already begun to sprout.

Carefully, Yan Ling extracted a small leaf, taking a bit of the remaining blood-colored dicinal juice from the new bud.

Back at her dwelling, she snapped an ordinary-aged witch dicine and dripped the blood-colored dicinal juice onto the fracture.

The blood-colored dicinal juice ca from the Blood Antler, yet contained a wisp of spiritual light fluctuations, which piqued Yan Ling’s interest.

A day later, Yan Ling discovered that where she snapped the witch dicine, it started growing again, much faster than the herb’s natural self-regeneration.

In the following half month, more witch dicines in the Spirit Plant Forest were snapped, each ti taking only a part, never uprooting them entirely.

Without exception, spiritual light remnants were left at the cut positions, nurturing the herb.

Yan Ling, after compiling the data, realized that the snapped dicines mostly served to replenish blood energy and heal.

She attempted to collect these dicinal juices and conducted so research.

She found, as the dicinal age increased, the effect of the spiritual light diminished, but it could be confird that spiritual light indeed nurtured the herbs.

If she could figure out the composition of this spiritual light, it would greatly benefit the tribe in cultivating witch dicine and spiritual plants, effectively making herbs regenerative.

While conducting experints, Yan Ling also didn’t forget to look for the dicine-stealing rabbit.

Gradually, she found so rabbit fur in places where the dicine was snapped, confirming it was indeed a rabbit.

But this rabbit was highly covert, with no rabbit holes found in the Spirit Plant Forest.

Yan Ling and the tribespeople kept watch in the Spirit Plant Forest for several days, even with the wide-eyed Little Spirit Race aiding, yet, unfortunately, found nothing.

The next day, while inspecting the regrowth of the witch dicine, Yan Ling found another two strands of rabbit fur under a witch dicine.

Looking at the Blood Fu Grass from which leaves were taken, the spiritual light used in its preservation had increased slightly.

This rabbit is quite reliable; it even knows to return for a follow-up treatnt.

Seeing this scene, Yan Ling devised a plan in her heart.

She approached a Primordial Dragon-Subduing Grass, carefully removing the spiritual light preserving the fracture. Shortly after, the fracture oozed with green dicinal juice once more.

...

By nightfall, a rabbit suddenly appeared in the wilderness outside the Spirit Plant Forest.

The rabbit looked up at the moonlight, stood upright, and glanced around.

Beside its body, a scar had already scabbed over, with new fur growing in.

After landing, the rabbit dashed towards the Spirit Plant Forest, its body changing color to match whatever terrain it crossed.

When it ran into withered yellow grass, it beca a withered yellow; when it passed black and earthen patches, it took on those corresponding colors.

As it ran, it would periodically rise to observe its surroundings.

Upon entering the Spirit Plant Forest, its aura beca even more mystical, blending seamlessly with the flora and the innate aura of the Little Spirit Race.

Darting between spirit plants and witch dicines as though in an uninhabited world.

It lifted its head, gazing intently at the Innate Little Spirit Race hanging from the trees, eyes alight with excitent.

This is the aura.

Afterward, it sniffed at this witch dicine, then that one, and whenever it encountered witch dicine that had residual moonlight liquid not fully absorbed, it would stop.

A ’dicinal Qi’ containing the moonlight liquid was thus inhaled into its mouth.

Sotis, when near witch dicine, seeing small wild weeds sprouting, it would use its front feet to uproot the weeds.

If witch dicine wasn’t properly covered with soil, it would pat it down and cover it.

All the way to the initially snapped-off Blood Antler, it saw new buds had grown back, and a smile appeared in its eyes.

Then, it continued to wander, checking each piece of witch dicine it had harvested.

Upon reaching the Primordial Dragon-Subduing Grass, seeing the green dicinal juice dripping and the herb’s vitality draining, it grew anxious.

Dashing to the herb’s front, this wasn’t right; it had properly preserved it last ti.

Subsequently, a spiritual light akin to moonlight emanated from the rabbit, like small fireflies landing on the fracture of the Primordial Dragon-Subduing Grass.

But after re-preserving the witch dicine, the rabbit suddenly beca alert and vanished into the lush Spirit Plant Forest.

Its speed was so swift that it flashed before Yan Ling’s eyes.

"Don’t harm it!"

Imdiately, Yan Ling shouted as beastly figures erged in the Spirit Plant Forest, blocking the rabbit’s escape route.

"Yan Ling, this rabbit is so fat, why can its body change color?"

"Be careful, this rabbit is quite strong."

...

"So, you steal dicine to treat injuries."

Yan Ling, with Aqing, took the rabbit from the tribespeople’s hands and began to communicate with it.

Seeing the figures retreat, surrounded by Innate Little Spirit Race and a human with a gentle aura, the rabbit stopped struggling.

Yan Ling took it to her dwelling, trying to examine the rabbit’s injuries.

...

Dai Land.

Shen Can was still inquiring about news along the Great Marsh.

According to legends among so settlents of drifters near the Great Marsh, an old turtle exists inside, having lived for many years.

The last appearance was a hundred years ago, drawing the pursuit of Earth Ant strongn.

And the Divine Treasure Martial Artist who captured the old turtle was the Vein Master of an Earth Ant branch stationed in the East Marsh Basin.

In the end, the Earth Ant Divine Treasure that captured the old turtle not only failed but was severely wounded by it.