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

Chapter 64 Wizard's Cultivation Method, Traces of a Third-Tier Water Beast (Please continue reading)

One month after being scammed while buying slaves.

Huotang glanced at the clan's territory from afar and said, "Let's go."

Then, Huo Qing, Huo Mu, Huo Hou, and Huo Qiang, who were following him, quickly caught up and headed south.

The five were fully armed, wearing witch armor, and carrying witch bows, witch arrows, witch medicines, and witch talismans.

This trip south has many objectives: to investigate and find everything that can help the tribe's development, including spirit rice, blacksmiths, and spirit plants.

Each person carried a thick animal skin bag filled with Shen Can's upgraded anesthetic powder and witch talismans.

Thankfully, the upper part of the plant was emptied out, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to produce so much anesthetic powder.

Huotang was naturally furious about being cheated by the slave farm, but he didn't act irrationally and try to get revenge.

The slave farm was jointly established by three tribes, and he didn't know which tribe Jia Gu belonged to.

It would have been disgraceful for him to be brought back, and it might have even implicated his own tribe.

There's no rush to get revenge.

Give me a break, and I'll make you pay me back double when I get the chance.

If Jia Gu were from the Upper Lake Department, then framing him would be a kind of divine retribution.

……

Five days later.

"Chief, there are people on the mountain ahead."

The fire monkey quickly came from afar and entered a valley.

As a scout, he habitually conducted patrols.

"Did you see who it was?"

"I only saw seven people, who looked to be wearing leather armor, logging there, otherwise I wouldn't have seen them."

"Let's go over and have a look."

Soon, led by Fire Monkey, Fire Monkey and his group climbed to a secluded spot on a small hill and looked down.

Huotang squinted and stared for a long time, at least confirming that they were not remnants of the tribe.

Moreover, these people seemed to be gathering firewood for setting up camp. Logically speaking, seven people wouldn't need even one piece of dead wood, but at this moment, they had already cut down four or five pieces.

This road was the route taken by the Shanghuang tribe to the south. Given the previous incident where the Shanghu tribe's soldiers were wiped out, he decided to observe the appearance of such well-equipped people discreetly.

under night.

At the foot of the cliff, more than two hundred people gathered together and lit several bonfires.

"Do you remember the way you came? Go back and tell Ah-Can about the situation here."

Just like the previous Shanghu tribe, Huotang ordered Huohou to go back and prepare in advance.

He planned to observe carefully what this group of people were doing before making a decision.

……

The blazing heat under the night sky.

The ancestral temple was brightly lit by animal-shaped firelight.

The priest plundered the lifespan of the blue-scaled fish by three years.

Shen Can deftly dismembered the three-foot-long bluefish in his hand. Coming to the Great Swamp was much better than being in the original clan territory.

Every day, the clansmen go out to fish, and the big ones are sent to the ancestral temple.

The original intention was simply to make offerings to the ancestors, since drawing shamanic symbols for every formal sacrifice would be too troublesome for Shen Can's temple.

Shen Can would prepare the live fish that were delivered, but he would let the ancestors smell the dead fish before taking them away.

The only thing that bothered him was that although the fish near the water looked quite large, they had very short lifespans.

Fortunately, he didn't mind.

Just as the offering table was being set up, Huo Chong came over carrying an animal skin.

"Master, the shamanic script is all written."

Shen Can took the animal hide and nodded.

After so many days of unremitting efforts, through Wei Fu's words and his own occasional deductions, the 673 commonly used witchcraft characters of the Lingyu Water Control Technique have now been compiled.

With these 673 spells, he could theoretically perform most of the spells in the Lingyu Water Control Book.

However, it's like the math he learned in his past life. He recognizes every single character, but when you put them together, all he can do is write down the solution.

In addition, half a spell mark has appeared on Huo Zhong's large hammer, which Huo Zhong wrote himself after thinking about it.

To use witchcraft, one needs not only divine sense but also witch power.

This all demonstrates that Huo Chong became a wizard's apprentice.

Perhaps because Huo Chong was a blacksmith since childhood, he mastered the weapon-refining category of witchcraft faster than the other types among the many categories of witchcraft he had compiled.

This made Shen Can think several times about whether he should visit the clansmen who were farming.

As night deepened, Shen Can sat cross-legged on the bed.

In his perception, a meridian connecting the upper and lower body emerged within him, and he could mobilize the black light sorcery power flowing within this meridian through his divine sense.

This is the lineage of witchcraft. Witchcraft apprentices are cultivating this unifying lineage; once it is opened, they become full-fledged witches.

It is also the foundation for casting spells and drawing talismans.

Shen Can only recently sensed this pathway of witchcraft.

If you ask him how he advanced to the first-tier wizard level, he can only say that he was completely clueless.

Now, with the help of Wei Fu, I have mastered the cultivation of a wizard.

The witch's vein stores witch power, and the divine consciousness mobilizes witch power to perform witchcraft and draw witch symbols.

After arriving at the Great Swamp, Shen Can also discovered that his cultivation of witchcraft was much faster than before.

Back in the old clan territory, he couldn't sense any increase in his magical power.

Of course, it's also possible that it was due to a lack of understanding of witchcraft practices at the time.

Witchcraft requires the use of divine sense to capture external forces of the same origin. Lingyu belongs to water-based witchcraft, and the Great Swamp is rich in water vapor, so it naturally cultivates much faster.

This is why the first requirement for a sorcerer to cultivate is a stronger spiritual sense than others; otherwise, you wouldn't even be able to sense the power of the same origin.

According to Fu, martial artists can also directly absorb external source power, but they need to open all their celestial meridians first.

Through his divine sense, Shen Can sensed specks of dark, mysterious water-based energy permeating the surroundings, which he gradually drew into his body.

The stronger one's spiritual sense, the wider the range of perception, and the greater the speed and amount of source power absorbed.

Shen Can's current divine sense perception has reached a distance of nine zhang, far exceeding the state when Wei Fu first advanced to the second stage.

Enhancing one's spiritual sense either relies on honing it through witchcraft over time, or it occurs during advancement, where varying degrees of spiritual sense amplification will appear.

To put it bluntly, Shen Can uses decades of his lifespan to deduce witchcraft every day, which is also a way of honing his divine sense over time.

Moreover, this is many times faster than simply relying on studying and practicing shamanic texts.

Because of his powerful spiritual sense, the spell symbols he drew were stronger than those drawn by other first-tier wizards.

The talismans that Huotang and his group took away this time were of much better quality than before.

Nine zhang may not seem like much, not even enough for a martial artist to jump, but in the Lingyu tribe, no first-level wizard possesses a divine sense of nine zhang.

According to Fu, the most talented shaman in the history of the Lingyu tribe only had a divine sense of seven zhang when he reached the first level.

Of course, this cultivator was exceptionally talented. In the second, third, and fourth stages, his growth rate was one or two times that of his peers. It only weakened after he advanced to the fourth-level wizard. Unfortunately, he ultimately failed to break through to the fifth level.

Otherwise, the Lingyu tribe might become a great regional leader, and other regional leaders would have to bow down to Lingyu.

Shen Can estimated that his current ability to use nine zhang was mostly due to the remnant soul from the transmigration, plus the reason for the intermittent deductions over the past year. As for the increase in power from advancing to a higher realm, it was probably not much.

Fortunately, deduction is a lifelong endeavor. He can look back when he has deduced a lifespan of 100,000 or 1 million years.

……

As Shen Can cultivated, the source energy in the water vapor that filled the cave disappeared from his body.

Moisture from outside the cave slowly seeped into it.

According to his daily practice, Shen Can would finish his practice around midnight.

Today, the moisture from the Great Marsh surged towards the direction of Zushan Mountain.

To the ordinary people of the tribe, the surging waves in the water meant that the wind was picking up.

However, Shen Can sensed that the concentration of water-based energy in the surrounding area had increased several times, and he continuously absorbed it into his body.

His entire body was enveloped in a dense black light, and his hair and eyebrows were covered in water droplets.

After the source energy was absorbed into the body, it began to surge up and down in the witch meridian, gradually expanding the width of the witch meridian.

……

Deep in the marshland.

Between several submerged mountain peaks, only their tips remain, waves crash against the mountaintops, the surging waves tinged with blood red.

A water beast, about ten feet in size, with a protruding head, two dragon whiskers, and a body like a carp, suddenly leaped out of the water, nimbly spitting out a series of bubbles, and then striding its body more than ten feet across.

Beneath the fish's body, waves surged down, and its fanged mouth burst forth from the water, propelled by the surging current.

This was a strange fish, entirely black with bumps all over its body. Its scales were covered in scars, and it roared in pain as it chased after the dragon-whiskered carp ahead.

The tiny dragon-whisker carp darted through the water like an arrow, bubbles bursting all around it, confusing the strange fish behind it.

Sometimes it would turn back and quickly swipe its fins across the strange fish's body, leaving a bleeding wound.

But its attacks only repeatedly angered the monster fish, causing it to roar even more furiously.

"Roar!"

The pursuing monster fish opened its fanged mouth again, and a burst of water shimmered from its mouth, instantly causing ripples to spread across the water ahead.

The dragon-whiskered carp seemed frozen in place, its mouth spanning more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) before it bit down.

Water cascades down from the closed fish mouth.

More than ten feet away, the dragon-whiskered carp leaped out again, with wisps of water vapor swirling around its body.

At this moment, its deep black eyes, misty with moisture, suddenly fixed their gaze on the distant, hazy mountains.

Then, it quickly swirls up water vapor and rushes in this direction.

(End of this chapter)