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

Chapter 85 Nine Tripods and Eight Vessels, Blazing Sacrificial Objects

"After the flying boat headed north, it went east."

"They went to the west again."

"It is highly likely that they will come to the north again."

……

Flying ships from the south soared through the sky, constantly being spotted by tribes in various places, and the fire monkeys continuously relayed the news back.

No one in the tribe living in the mountains knew what this suspended flying boat was for.

Huotang entered the tribe and saw Shen Can stabbing a beast to draw blood. He quietly followed Shen Can to worship the shrine.

After the sacrificial meat was divided and the remaining animal meat and blood left the ancestral temple, Huotang finally spoke up, saying, "The elders from the Azure Bird and Ape Mountain tribes have just arrived."

"Are you asking whether 'Young Master Fu' has left or not?"

As Shen Can polished the bronzeware, he knew without even thinking what the two were there to do.

"That's right, it's most likely related to the flying boat."

According to the visitor, the airship hovered above the two tribes' territories for some time, and the people on board did not disembark before finally leaving.

After 'Young Master Fu' left, Huotang had his people notify the two tribes.

As for whether they believe it or not.

Believe it or not, it's up to them!

A flying boat that can soar through the air, and is so large, is most likely a ship of the Bobu tribe.

The most powerful person that Cangniao and Yuanshan had ever encountered was the fictional 'Young Master Fu' created by Shen Can.

Come to think of it, such a huge flying boat flies over your own tribe and looks at you like you're a monkey; you don't even know if they'll make a move.

The fear they felt was unimaginable.

What if someone randomly appears on the airship and waves a couple of times...?

“Ah Can, even Cang Niao and Yuan Shan have gone there, so I’m afraid we can’t escape it either. Do you think this flying boat came from the south and has been wandering around for so long? Is it looking for something?”

"Chief, tell Uncle Volcano not to take the little dragonfish out hunting for the time being. Let it hide in the pool in the cave and not come out."

Shen Can wasn't sure why the flying boat had come.

The reason for hiding the crayfish is not because we're afraid someone will take a liking to it.

The dragonfish bloodline is good, but not enough to make Bobu take notice and take it away.

He was afraid that if the visitors from Bobu discovered the crayfish, they would suddenly want to eat fish.

Since both the Azure Bird and the Monkey Mountain factions are only hovering and haven't come down, then the Blazing Flame shouldn't be coming down either.

"The Cangniao, Yuanshan, and many other tribes have finished being monkeys, and now it's our turn to be monkeys."

Aside from the dragonfish, the Blazing Flame Tribe didn't have any other treasures, so Shen Can wasn't afraid of these people flying over to see them.

Even the finest items of the Blazing Flame Tribe are just ordinary things in the eyes of the Bo tribe.

"Chief, you may now summon all the people I have selected from my subjects."

During this period, Shen Can found a total of twenty-two hidden people from thirteen gathering points of his subjects.

Not all of these people possess the Heavenly Talent.

There were only two Heavenly Vein Realm warriors, and they were even worse than Huo Tang before the flood.

Both of them also have family members around them.

It's probably because they were sent to Daze and provided with accommodations that they didn't have to risk their lives.

The rest are all martial artists at the Mountain Opening Realm.

Huotang himself selected seven members from his clan.

These are the people who are preparing to use the medicinal dumplings and cultivate without considering the consequences.

……

The person was summoned quickly.

The youngest of the eight looked to be middle-aged, and the two Heavenly Vein Warriors had completely white hair.

"I have seen the temple."

In the tribal council hall, the eight people greeted Shen Can with puzzled expressions.

To facilitate discussions on clan affairs, the clan built this stone hall below the ancestral temple.

The hall is filled with stone tables and chairs, with the largest stone chair at the top, where the clan leader sits.

However, Shen Can did not sit on the stone chair at the head of the table, but instead sat in the first seat on the left below.

The reason there are only eight people is because all eight of them have relatives. Although the rest of the people were not summoned, Shen Can has already asked the clan to pay more attention to them.

Without exchanging pleasantries or paying attention to the crowd's doubts, he said, "There is a task within the clan that requires a few people."

By joining this mission, your relatives can be directly incorporated into the tribe and enjoy the same resources and treatment as other tribe members.

It can repair the tribe's superior tempering methods, martial arts cultivation techniques, and witchcraft methods.

If someone dies during a mission, their divine tablet will be enshrined in the ancestral temple, and their compensation will be the same as that of other members of the clan.

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Although they were not very knowledgeable, they had all lived in the dangerous mountains for many years and understood that their hidden strength had been discovered.

It wasn't that everyone intentionally hid; their tribe was broken, and after being captured, they were thinking of fighting to the death.

But while looking for an opportunity, they were sent to Daze, where they were given land and fields, and suddenly they couldn't find a reason to fight to the death.

"Temple Master, my granddaughter is nine years old. Is it permissible for her to practice witchcraft?"

Yao Chong spoke up. He was one of the two Heavenly Vein Martial Artists selected, and he had suffered severe injuries.

Shen Can had no interest in him before. "After joining the tribe, the Witch Temple will test his talent for witchcraft. If he has talent, he will be directly incorporated into the Witch Temple."

If you don't have the talent for witchcraft, you can enter the Martial Hall to cultivate when you reach a certain age.

"I'll drink to the temple offerings."

He had known for a long time that the Blazing Flame Tribe was powerful.

"Temple, I am willing to risk my life for Blazing Flame." Another Heavenly Vein Warrior, Yang Gu, with gray hair, also agreed, and the rest of the people did not resist.

Everyone understood that this mission was definitely not easy and could very likely result in death.

"Very well, today the clan will move your families into the clan headquarters."

"Three days later, you will undergo a period of closed-door training. The mission will begin whenever I feel that your strength has reached the required level."

Afterwards, Shen Can met the seven clansmen selected by Huotang, the youngest of whom was middle-aged.

……

half a month later.

Inside the cave below Zushan Mountain, booming sounds echoed.

Volcano beckoned to the dozen or so figures in front of him.

"Come at me together, I'll help you get a good dose of the medicinal power."

Fifteen figures surrounded the volcano, and a roaring sound rang out as each punch landed squarely.

In a corner of the cave, there was a large stone table and several bows for measuring strength.

Behind the stone table, Huoye was bent over taking notes.

Since her master didn't come often, she needed to record the daily cultivation progress of the clansmen in order to judge the absorption of the same pills by different people.

Yao Chong, a martial artist with the Heavenly Vein, was the first to be blasted away by the volcano, spitting out blood.

Seeing this, Huoye got up, took out a healing pill, and walked over.

"Master said that Grandpa Yao can rest for a few more days to recover from his injury before we talk about it."

Yao Chong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowed the healing pill, and shook his head, saying, "My injury can't be healed."

"The scorching heat provides cultivation resources; I never dared to imagine in my life that pills for improving martial arts could be eaten every day."

Not only Yao Chong, but the others were the same.

We agreed to go on a mission.

I didn't expect that I would be given witchcraft medicine first, and it would be so strong that I couldn't finish it all at once.

The only requirement is to improve our strength as much as possible.

Is this the training environment in the upper realm?
And then there's the strength of the volcano commander. This is beyond the Heavenly Vein realm. I've never seen such a powerful Heavenly Vein warrior before. Beating them is like beating up dolls.

Their respective tribes once had Heavenly Vein Warriors, but now they realize the vast difference between tribes of equal standing.

No wonder his own tribe was destroyed, while Zhiyan survived the natural disaster.

……

Wow, there's a flying boat!

It was noon that day.

The children in the tribe were running around wildly when suddenly someone looked towards the direction of the Great Swamp and saw an enormous flying boat approaching from the sky.

"What a big boat!"

"How can it fly!"

A group of children screamed and rushed toward the direction from which the airship had come, their heads held high and they didn't dare to blink.

Other members of the tribe also looked up to watch, subconsciously forgetting the work they were doing.

Shen Can and Huo Xian walked out of the ancestral temple after hearing the commotion.

"It's really big!"

At first glance, Shen Can felt that this was fucking too un-witchcraft.

A ship three times larger than an ironwood boat—how many talismans must have been burned to build it? The flying boats above looked down, while the people below gazed up.

Shen Can saw a figure leaning against the stern of the flying boat above, looking down at the entire Blazing Flame Tribe.

As he said before.

Watching monkeys.

Whoever is in a high position and looking down feels comfortable.

On the airship, a group of young people looked down.

The scattered houses below looked like a savage's den to them.

"Hilarious, this tribe still lives in caves."

"Alright, hurry up and ask. Who's going to ask?"

“Ao Yue, you’ve come to ask. This is the Northern Giant Mountain, which suits your name quite well.”

"Back then, the Northern Expedition of Yongshan reached this place. If it weren't for this mountain as a barrier, we might have made it through."

"I wonder what the tribes to the north are like."

……

After looking down for a while, Ao Yue found the location of the ancestral temple and saw Huotang, Shen Can and others standing close together at the top of the clan mountain.

"Any unusual phenomena have recently appeared in Mount Juyue?"

Huotang took two steps forward and greeted him, saying, "Replying to Lord Shangbu, there was a flood a few years ago, followed by a plague..."

"Alright, I was asking about the visions."

Ao Yue frowned, looking rather impatient.

No unusual phenomena occurred.

Upon hearing this, Ao Yue looked at the others on the boat, and some of them sneered.

"A tiny tribe of ants, I doubt they'd know anything about what might happen in the mountains."

"Let's go, let's go into the mountains and take a look."

……

While Huotang was still waiting for a response, he saw the flying boat flap its wings and take off again, heading towards the depths of Mount Juyue.

"call!"

Huotang watched the flying boat disappear into the horizon. "Everyone, disperse. Go do whatever you were doing!"

"I wonder if I will live to see my Blazing Flame possess such majesty as the Lord of the Bobu."

"Then live a few more years."

Shen Can replied and walked towards the ancestral temple.

"They've even come all the way to the Giant Mountain Range in their search for strange phenomena. I wonder what kind of strange phenomenon they're looking for."

Huo Xian glanced at Shen Can's back, ignored Huo Tang, and walked towards the direction of the Witch Temple.

"I'll go see what the children are eating today."

Recently, the temple has become very lively.

Children aged six to fifteen or sixteen in the tribe were gathered together, and nearly two hundred people were busy writing.

The characters I wrote weren't particularly difficult.

These are all children's words such as "Grandpa, come home!", "Uncle, come back!", "Grandpa, my mom made something delicious, come and eat!", and so on.

The characters are written crookedly, and some are missing strokes, but they are generally recognizable.

After it is written, it will be sent to the ancestral temple.

……

Inside the ancestral temple.

Nine bronze tripods and eight bronze gui vessels are arranged in a row.

The patina on it had long been wiped clean, leaving behind inscriptions recording the merits of the Xiaoyang Clan.

This is the blazing sacrificial vessel prepared to guide the remnants of the spirits.

As for the inscriptions on the bronze vessels, Huotang insisted that they not be erased.

These human tribes, wiped out by Xiaoyang, serve as a warning.

After welcoming the remnant spirit, Zhiyan will no longer be confined to this mountain forest. With great mountains to the north, he will surely expand southward, and at that time he will inevitably encounter the Xiaoyang Clan.

With these inscriptions, they could tell the tribe that Xiaoyang was an enemy.

If they become complacent and think that the Blazing Flame is now powerful, they will eventually follow in the footsteps of these tribes.

Shen Can naturally understood Huo Tang's thoughts.

Huotang had lofty ambitions.

At this moment, some of the writings by the children had already been placed inside the bronze vessels.

Having no way to guide the remaining spirits, Shen Can naturally resorted to unorthodox methods.

While wiping the bronze tripod, Huotang entered the ancestral temple and joined Shen Can in wiping it as well.

"Chieftain, after this millet harvest, I will head south to guide the remaining spirits. Before I depart, I will gather the clan and its people for a grand ceremony."

"Your eulogy will not only be read aloud in public, but I will also take it to the spirits of our ancestors. Are you ready?"

"We're preparing."

Huo Tang's face showed a rare hint of tension.

"To boast a little, if you want to become a leader in a region, you need the strength to protect that region. If you want to become a chieftain, you need the courage to suppress all sides."

Although we, the Blazing Flame Clan, are not even among the upper echelons, we have the unwavering belief in protecting the tribes of all directions.

"I know."

Huotang nodded. Living in a secluded corner and being self-sufficient meant he didn't need to think too much, but with great strength came greater responsibilities.

It is a fact that other tribes will be annexed, but it is also a fact that foreign tribes will be conquered in the future.

……

A few months later.

From the blazing mountains to the western shore of the Great Swamp, the wheat fields stretch out in golden waves along the long, beacon-fired Great Wall.

More than a million acres of wheat and millet along the coast exude a faint fragrance.

At dawn, Shen Can walked out of the ancestral temple and gazed into the distance.

Today is the day for the unified harvest of millet.

The entire tribe was busy.

The volcano brought the ironwood boat into the great marsh to prepare for the grand festival after the harvest.

……

"Feast!"

The horn sounded; this time, it was the volcano blowing its horn.

The fire was too salty and the wind couldn't make a loud sound.

From the ancestral temple down, it stretches all the way to the outside of the clan mountain.

At the very front were the children of the Blazing Flame Tribe and its subjects, followed by the Blazing Flame Tribe members, and then the subjects, forming a long line.

The children were carrying various ceramic plates, jars, pots, and urns.

Inside were millet, rice, fruits, cloudy wine, and meat carefully selected by the people from the land of the Blazing Flame Clan and the thirteen gathering points.

……

"...Zhiyan, I am willing to carry on the legacy of my predecessors and do my best to protect this region."

Amidst the howling mountain wind, the sound of firelight crackling could be heard.

The eulogy was so simple that it consisted of only a few sentences and lacked even parallelism.

The children entered the ancestral temple, touched the nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels one by one, and presented the offerings they had brought.

The ancestral temple is filled with nine tripods and eight sacrificial vessels, piled high with scrolls handwritten by children from the tribe and its people.

There are also some animal teeth, seashells, animal bones, and other items that I played with when I was a child.

The tribe didn't have much of a history and couldn't afford anything fancy, so Shen Can prepared this sacrificial meal for the children.

……

Following the clan sacrifice is a grand celebration for the entire clan, with even the common people participating.

As night fell, a dozen figures gazed into the distance at the bonfires burning brightly and the air filled with joyful chatter in the tribal area.

"Ugh, that's so unprofessional."

Shen Can chuckled to himself, slowly withdrew his gaze, and looked at the dozen or so figures around him.

Besides him and the volcano, there were thirteen others.

Half of them had white hair at their temples, while the rest had bronze faces, showing signs of having weathered many storms.

"Let's go."

Shen Can went ahead. Huo Tang originally wanted to go as well, but the sacrifice to the remnant spirit required a temple, and if Huo Tang went, there would be no one in the clan to make the decision.

As for the volcano, Shen Can didn't need to think too much. The volcano had only one purpose: to carry him away at all costs if danger arose!

Before the bonfire in the tribe, Huotang held a cup of turbid wine and gazed into the darkness beyond the tribe's borders.

Inside the ancestral temple, Huo Xian stood at the entrance, his hunched body remaining motionless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)