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

Chapter 12 The Rain Stops, the Plague is Cured (Please continue reading)
Sweep and clean the ancestral temple.

Clean the altar.

Stealing ancestral offerings, animal blood, to make rice porridge.

The taste was a bit lacking, but the daily increase in energy that Shen Can could sense fascinated him.

It's still raining today.

Another batch of mushrooms has grown in the cave.

Since he derived the improved plague witchcraft formula, Shen Can has focused his attention on cultivation.

His strength increased rapidly, and the transformation of all things into one allowed him to convert all the food he ate into his own strength.

Now we possess the power of the four wildernesses.

He estimated that he would need the power of the Nine Desolations to advance to the Mountain Opening Realm.

The entrance to the ancestral temple cave.

"Brother A-Can, if I get beast blood again next time, I can become a Stone-Splitting Realm warrior."

After not seeing each other for many days, Ayu arrived at the ancestral temple and excitedly shared her joy, "When I become a martial artist, I will definitely hunt down a wild beast to offer to my ancestors."

The blood extracted from the two first-tier wild beasts that the clan leader Huotang brought back from his previous trip resulted in five more warriors at the Stone Splitting Realm in the clan.

Those tribesmen who were preparing to become warriors had all practiced Kui Niu Fist for at least eight to ten years.

Now, after practicing the improved Kui Niu Fist, the results are surprisingly good.

According to the list in Huo Xian's hands, the next time there is blood from a beast in the Stone Splitting Realm, it will be A Yu's turn.

Ah Yu has quite a talent, surpassing many of the tribe's members who are in their thirties; he is a latecomer who has come from behind.

As for how they overtook each other, they naturally fought.

The rain was pouring down, and everyone was stuck inside, either wrestling in the cave or on their beds.

"Brother A-Can, this is for you."

After talking for a while, Ayu took out a package with a strange smell from her pocket and stuffed it into Shen Can's arms.

The item was wrapped in animal hide, and inside were several pieces of dried wild beast meat.

"I'm going to soak in beast blood now. It's okay if I don't eat this."

Shen Can didn't refuse, and wrapped it up again, tucking it under his arm.

"Brother A-Can, I'm going back."

Shen Can walked into the cave with the dried meat between his fingers. His ancestors weren't as ambitious as his little brother. It seemed he had to give his ancestors a lecture.

……

The 127th day of heavy rain.

Shen Can possessed the power of the Five Desolations.

Early in the morning, while he was sweeping the ancestral temple and cleaning mushrooms, a commotion came from outside the cave.

"The rain has lessened!"

"The floodwaters have receded."

The commotion immediately resounded throughout the tribe.

The distance from the original flooded bank at the foot of the mountain has receded by two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

Huo Xian rarely left the ancestral temple and came to the water's edge to observe. A wooden stake had been erected at the very beginning of the water's edge.

Three days later, the floodwaters receded by eleven zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Five days later, the new waterfront edge was thirty zhang away from the wooden stake.

Even though there was still a light drizzle outside, Huo Xian found Huo Tang to discuss the matter after returning from observing the riverbank.

Soon, bonfires were lit in caves throughout the tribe.

Baskets of medicinal herbs were carried out of the storage mine and handed over to the clansmen.

Have the tribesmen stand by the campfire and slowly dispel the moisture from the herbs.

Every now and then, stalks of mugwort would be added to the campfire, and as they burned, they emitted a fragrant, smoky aroma that filled all the caves.

Huo Xian and Shen Can got busy.

A large copper pot was placed on the campfire, and Shen Can poured the prepared herbs into the pot to boil. The tribe's elderly, weak, women, and children began to drink it.

The tribal woman leaned against the campfire, tending to the herbs that were warming her, while crushing and kneading some of the herbs together to form a medicinal ball.

From children and women to tribal warriors, everyone was given a medicinal ball to wear close to their body.

Shen Can was also kneading dumplings. He crushed the herbs into powder, added water and kneaded them, then shaped them into dumplings by hand and gently dried them in front of the campfire.

The caves, large and small, where the tribe was located were soon filled with a strong smell of medicine.

The children were confined to the cave, while the younger ones were stuffed into the wicker baskets filled with herbs.

Everyone was on high alert.

Two more days passed.

The sun rose. This was the first time Shen Can had seen the sun since arriving in this world.

The rain has really stopped.

Although the floodwaters have not completely receded, they are decreasing every day.

The receding waters were covered with silt, and almost all the flooded areas were bare, devoid of any vegetation.

……

Ancestral Temple Cave.

Shen Can, whose hands were covered in blackened pills, was gulping down medicinal soup from a large ceramic bowl.

This medicinal soup is a modified version of his prescription for treating plague.

From now on, everyone in the tribe, from top to bottom, must drink a bowl of this every day.

The campfire was kept burning, and medicine was continuously boiled.

Shen Can had originally planned to show off his suggestions, such as maintaining ventilation and hygiene.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it was completely unnecessary.

After the sun came out, the rock walls outside the cave were covered with animal hides drying in the sun.

They not only sunbathe, but also use medicinal fumigation.

The tribe's caves, both inside and out, were subjected to a massive fire, and the entire mountain outside the cave entrance was also within the fire's reach.

The leftover dregs from each day's decoction would also be scattered in various caves.

As for the place where people relieved themselves, a raging fire was set on fire.

It's okay if it doesn't light; the tribe has animal oil.

Under the guidance of the warriors, the able-bodied members of the tribe also began to search for wood everywhere and pile it up on the hills surrounding the tribe's mountain to dry.

If a plague insect does appear, a huge bonfire needs to be lit around the tribe to drive it away.

The volcano, carrying the tribe's Mountain Opening Realm warriors, began heading towards the distant part of the tribe.

Once the floodwaters recede, the first thing to do is to inspect the area within a hundred miles of the tribe.

If there are any powerful wild beasts trapped nearby due to the flood, then it's time to hunt them.

In addition, we need to search for any wild beast carcasses covered in silt and bury them to prevent them from becoming food for plague insects.

The burial site should be marked. Zhuosheng grass, a major medicine for preventing and controlling plague, often grows next to the carcasses of wild beasts.

Once they actually grow, the tribe will need to come and harvest them as reserves.

Although the heavy rain has just stopped and the plague hasn't arrived yet, preparations for the next plague must begin.

It can be said that the entire tribe mobilized.

Two days later.

The volcano has quietly returned.

Then, Huotang said something to Huoxian and went out.

Shen Can saw that Huo Xian was starting to prepare the medicinal materials to neutralize the beast blood, and he quickly took over the task.

Under the cover of night, a second-tier monster fish covered in sword-like spikes was dragged into the ancestral temple.

The priest plundered two hundred and thirty years of the lifespan of the second-tier sword-patterned fish.

This time, only two troughs of beast blood were collected. The beast blood was not placed in the ancestral temple, but was taken away directly by Huotang.

After daybreak, Huotang returned, dusty and weary, with a Rift Mountain Kui. The Kui was in poor condition, and only a small amount of its blood could be collected.

With a new offering, the previous offering in the blood vessel must be wiped clean as soon as possible, according to custom.

Shen Can had intended to steal some, but then felt that Huo Tang had no reason to hide the second-tier monster fish; he must be on guard against something.

So he wiped all the beast blood out of the blood vessel and filled it with the blood of the Rift Mountain Kui.

Huo Xian, who was about to give some advice, nodded after seeing Shen Can consume the beast blood in the blood vessel, "Keep the matter of obtaining a second-tier wild beast a secret, don't tell the clansmen."

Shen Can understood; with the lifespan extended, his mind would then focus on deducing the first-order formula and using witchcraft medicine.

……

One day later.

"Roar!"

A beast's roar echoed outside the cave, instantly drawing the tribespeople out.

A six-zhang-long (approximately 33 meters) mountain-splitting Kui (a mythical creature) exuded a strong aura of malevolence.

Unlike its kin who were emaciated from hunger during the flood, this Mountain-Splitting Kui possessed a powerful aura, and its scales and fur were glossy.

Thick chains were fastened around his neck and nose, and finally the chains fell into the hands of a warrior on his back.

This martial artist was tall and muscular, with his nostrils pointing upwards, and a faint trace of blood energy could be seen on his arm.

"Huotang, why aren't you receiving the guests!"

(End of this chapter)