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

Chapter 86 Fool, would the Duke have gone north if it weren't for the treasure?

Quyang Market is located on the north bank of the Qushui River.

The Qu River originates in the northwest and turns south at the Quyang market, becoming a necessary route for those heading south to Yongyi.

Other places are not unsafe to travel to, but rather even more dangerous.

The winding river makes more than a dozen turns, rushing through the muddy lands, reaching the Ji region north of Yongyi, and entering the underground lake.

The best way to travel between the north and south is by boat, provided it is at least a three-class boat.

At the southern end of the winding river lies Diku Lake, its waters as deep as an abyss.

This is the result of an earthquake that occurs only once every few centuries, causing the earth to crack and split open.

On the lake, a boat glowed crimson, like a raging fire, forming a fiery mountain on the water.

On the treasure ship, the warriors were all dressed in crimson and purple patterned leather armor, their bodies radiating a fiery aura.

High above the ship's deck, a man with a lithe figure and jet-black hair gazed at a sea of ​​clouds shrouded in an ink-black mist.

"Everyone, be alert and enter the Qu River. The miasma is everywhere, and the Bie Xiaoyang Clan has taken advantage of the situation."

……

The treasure ship sailed upstream into the Qushui River.

The small boats that had been following closely behind on the lake, along with the scattered figures that had appeared on the shore, all headed north along the winding river.

"Fool, why would the Prefect send a flying boat north if he didn't have a treasure?"

"If there were no treasures, look how the Yanran tribe would have even used the Crimson Fire Warships. Those barbarians in the north could have been wiped out by a single Crimson Fire Warship."

“Bo’s tribe has gone. Although Yanran is powerful, it is only a superior tribe. How can it compete with Bo’s tribe?”

"Foolish, utterly foolish! Who says treasures can only fall into the hands of the Bobu or Shangbu? What if they do!"

"What if it falls into our hands!"

"With this opportunity in hand, we can expand our territory, establish merit, and build our clan. We may not be much worse than Yanran!"

One by one, figures disappeared into the green miasma along the winding stream.

Meanwhile, within the green miasma, menacing eyes would occasionally flash, accompanied by bursts of laughter.

……

Southwest bank of the Qushui River.

“Temple Master, Volcano Brother, recently there have been a lot of people coming from the south. Their aura is very profound. As instructed by Temple Master, we only inquire about information and do not interfere in the matter. We have not deliberately observed their movements.”

"However, there are rumors that it's because of the previous airship incident."

After meeting with the Fire Monkey, Shen Can instructed it to stay in the market and gather more information.

It was midnight.

Shen Can arrived at the Qushui River.

A splashing sound rang out, and a golden crocodile emerged from the water.

"Lord."

"Tomorrow you will go south along the winding river first, and I will follow with men. Report any danger in advance."

"Also, every day as evening approaches, you need to check out your resting place in advance and mark it."

As he spoke, he flicked out five pills of witchcraft, which the alligator lord swallowed with a gleam in his eyes.

With such a large crocodile as the Alligator Lord, Shen Can naturally wouldn't leave it idle, as the aquatic beast would make it even more convenient for him to move around in the water.

Don't be fooled by the fact that other people's flying boats can cross the swamp in a day or two; it might take them ten days, half a month, or even longer.

There's nothing we can do; it can fly, after all.

Because of this swamp, the area south of the Juyue Mountains could originally be called Yongyi.

Now look what's happened, we're being treated differently.

Even though they are both Yongyi, they insist on calling it Yongyi, naturally distinguishing their own area from Yongyi through the way they are addressed.

The next morning, the group began their southward journey along the winding river.

Only after heading south did I understand why there was a barrier between the north and Yongyi.

The low jungle stretches as far as the eye can see, and within it lie muddy swamps shrouded in green mist, where one could easily fall in if not careful.

When there was no sturdy road surface, people used dugout canoes.

Five days later.

Below the hills, filled with a greenish odor and a fishy smell.

The campfire burned, its flames carrying the scent of mugwort, which dispelled some of the green miasma.

The tribespeople sitting around the campfire all wore thick linen scarves that covered their mouths and noses.

Because of the magic bag, the journey was actually quite convenient. In addition, since the lord of the alligator had come from Yongyi and knew the environment of the route, Shen Can naturally made thorough preparations before coming.

The campfire burned, and everyone was quiet.

Throughout the journey, the group of people from the commoner background remained quiet, contemplating their own thoughts during both travel and rest.

Two people didn't make it through the previous training camp. They didn't die, but they overdid it. Whether they can recover depends on luck.

Those who survived also depended on luck.

Shen Can knew every martial artist present. He knew how they treated their injuries and how they forcibly broke through from the Mountain Opening Realm to the Heavenly Meridian Realm. He had data on them every day.

Unlike the previous splitting of rocks and opening of mountains, the blood and qi generated by the celestial veins cause greater damage by eroding the meridians.

It can be said that he disregarded his injuries and physical condition, and forced himself to come up.

Although the group looked quite old, they were all Heavenly Vein Warriors, and their combat strength was definitely stronger than that of the Mountain Opening Realm, making them a very strong team.

"Cough cough."

Yao Chong suppressed a cough.

He felt he was going to be in deep trouble this time.

However, I have no regrets. It's worth it to exchange my old and frail body for my granddaughter's future well-being.

Volcano stood guard nearby, holding a large bow.

Shen Can's divine sense swept out, and there were marks left by crocodile claws on a short tree that was as thick as several people could hug.

Amidst the chaos, there were four parallel marks, indicating that the crocodile lord who had been scouting ahead had noticed the four warriors.

This marking appeared three times along the way.

However, since Shen Can and the Crocodile Lord were one after the other, he did not encounter Bei Shang's figure. In the vast forest, they had probably missed each other or been avoided by others.

……

As everyone took a short break, a commotion arose on the distant riverbank.

A bald man, clutching a large, dark bow but with an empty quiver on his back, staggered frantically along the riverbank.

I just happened to see the light emanating from the campfire.

"call out!"

As the figure drew near, Volcano fired an arrow.

The arrow flew more than ten feet and embedded itself firmly in the earth and rocks in front of the attacker.

"Be careful, everyone! The Xiaoyang alien race is behind us!"

The bald man spoke, his words tinged with concern, but his gaze was still directed towards Shen Can and his group.

"call out!"

Volcano held back, drew his bow and aimed directly at the bald man.

The others in front of the campfire had already gotten up and were ready to defend themselves, surrounding Shen Can in the middle.

call out!
The bald man raised his hand and threw a punch, thick blood energy surging from his arm, shattering the incoming arrow and retreating backward.

"Damn it, I kindly reminded you alien races, and this is how you repay me!"

A fierce glint flashed in the bald man's eyes. He quickly retreated and used the low trees to conceal himself.

"Whoa!"

The bald man was met with a rain of arrows; at the volcano's command, seven of his companions fired at him simultaneously.

"They're all Heavenly Vein Archers!"

Hearing the whistling of arrows, the bald man trembled and quickly ran backward. He had messed with someone he couldn't afford to offend.

call out!
But this time it was too late. A special witch arrow in Volcano's hand turned into black light and pierced through the air, stabbing into Baldy's big buttocks.

"what!"

After screaming in pain, the bald man tried to walk away but felt his legs go numb and his whole body went limp.

This is a modified version of the Lingyu tribe's shamanic arrow, with the arrow shaft hollowed out and filled with an extremely concentrated dose of anesthetic. Upon entering the body, the arrowhead collides with the shaft, and the anesthetic is instantly absorbed into the body.

Because of the circulation of blood and qi, this stuff has been shown to be effective against celestial veins, but less effective against mountain-opening techniques.

Soon, the bald man, who was in a semi-numb state, was dragged to the campfire.

The reason it didn't completely numb the patient is mainly because the drug's potency wasn't high enough. Currently, the potency of Mafeisan (麻沸散) has reached its limit, unless the medicinal herbs used in it are aged for several decades.

Currently, the Blazing Flame Tribe only has one polluted spirit field, which was dug up by the Upper Lake Tribe and has not yet had its filth removed.

The volcano swiftly twisted the man's limbs off.

"I'll only ask you once, and if you answer wrong, you're dead."

The group stood guard outside, and Shen Can looked at the bald man.

Where are your accomplices?

Shen Can spoke calmly, but the bald man felt a chill in his heart. Protected by so many Heavenly Vein Warriors, he was somewhat afraid of Shen Can's origins.

"nearby."

The bald man swallowed hard and said, "There were four of us, including me, but they should have run away by now."

"What about the Xiaoyang alien race?"

Shen Can grabbed the bald man's empty quiver, took out a small animal skin bag of powder, and gently smelled it.

Laughed.

We've met an expert in medication.

The witchcraft powder inside the animal skin bag was burned in a fire.

Seeing that the witchcraft medicine had been unearthed, the bald man completely gave up hope.

“There have been quite a few more Owl Sun Clan members in the swamp jungle recently, I really didn’t lie to you, sir.”

"What's going on in Jidi? Tell me everything you know."

The entire Yongyi region is not entirely fertile land; it also contains vast stretches of mountains, forests, and wilderness, while the areas occupied by humans are fragmented.

The land that is entered by going south along the Qushui River is Ji.

"What else could be going on? It's just chaos."

The guy Shen Can caught on the road gave him detailed information about the place he was going to.

The land of Ji is vast, and the tribe of its leader is the Jishanbo tribe. However, this tribe has grown weaker and weaker in its battles with the Xiaoyang tribe.

The tribes of Ji felt that if the fighting continued, the Earl of Ji would soon be slit by the Xiaoyang tribe.

The reason it can still be maintained is that if Ji is breached by Xiaoyang, then other places behind Ji will face Xiaoyang alien races directly, so other places continue to help Ji.

However, this situation was impossible because no stronger tribe stepped forward to lead, and there were disputes between the tribes, making it impossible for them to wholeheartedly support Jidi.

In Shen Can's view, it was truly a miracle that Ji had not yet been captured by Xiao Yang under such circumstances.

There are many tribes in Ji, including thirteen superior tribes. By the way, there were seventeen a hundred years ago.

Five were destroyed within a century, and one new one rose to prominence. Overall, this was very bad for the human race.

The rising tribe was called Yanran.

This tribe rose to prominence a century ago; for the previous few centuries, it had been an ordinary small tribe.

Since this generation of clan chief took office, his power has been at its zenith. He has performed rituals to appease the spirits of the dead, established sacrificial vessels, gathered refugees, attacked Xiaoyang, and protected hundreds of surrounding tribes, resisting Xiaoyang's advance without retreating.

Although it is called the Upper Division, it already has the potential to become a major division.

In Ji, there are now rumors that Yanran will become the new generation of the Bo tribe in Ji, and a tribe respected by all the tribes in Ji.

Shen Can became very interested in the Yanran tribe, which had become the upper part of the country in just a century.

There's no other reason than to study.

For Zhiyan to embark on the path of the previous chapter again, and to learn from the experience of the previous chapter's overlords, would be a good idea.

The gap between the Upper and Lower Divisions is enormous, and the fact that the Yanran Division is rumored to be replacing the Jishan Bo Division is enough to prove the strength of the Yanran Division.

Once the remnant spirit is received, I really want to visit the vicinity of Yanran tribe when I have the chance.

"Do you know about the discovery of the ruins of a branch of the Xiaoyang clan many years ago?"

The bald man paused for a moment, a look of confusion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Can gave him a look, and Volcano immediately put the bald man on his way.

They didn't chase after the bald man's three companions.

It's no use chasing them now; they've already escaped.

The reason why the bald man and his group appeared here was because of the trouble caused by that airship earlier.

The Bo tribe's flying boats have all headed towards the northern wilderness. Perhaps some great opportunity has arisen in the northern wilderness, which has aroused the interest of Baldy and his gang of wandering knights who no longer have a tribe.

This is why the crocodile made several marks on the road.

There are many wandering knights like Baldy in Ji, without tribes or residences. Some hunt down the Xiaoyang alien races, while others, like Baldy, are adept at taking advantage of any situation.

The campfire they lit at the foot of the hill caught the attention of the four bald men.

Although there were more than a dozen people, no one could tell what level they were at until they made a move, which is why the bald man came to test them.

The remaining three hid in the distance, waiting for the bald man to find out the situation before throwing the powder into the campfire.

With the bald man defeated, there was naturally no need for cooperation.

In short, Ji County is in a state of chaos right now.

Alien races, wild beasts, blood witches, beasts of the worship master, tribes, and refugees are all mixed together.

"It seems we have a lot to do with the miasma in the swamp, otherwise our north would have long been occupied by foreign tribes."

After a long silence, Yao Chong sighed, which drew nods from everyone.

After dealing with the bald man, everyone fell silent again, taking turns keeping watch and resting.

……

As dawn approached.

Waves rose in the winding water as the alligator king rowed against the current, propelling itself forward with its four thick legs.

"Lord!"

Shen Can noticed the crocodile lord as soon as it approached.

The dragon mark left on him was even more effective than telepathy.

Shen Can looked around, but the miasma made it difficult to see clearly.

As for the opposite bank of the winding river, the river is wide, ranging from several tens of feet to hundreds of feet in width.

The place where they were resting was on the west bank of the winding river, and the water was more than fifty feet wide from the east bank.

There aren't many powerful wild beasts in the swampy shrublands, but there are plenty of poisonous insects, snakes, and ants.

"A large group of Xiaoyang is coming!"

……

Amidst the green miasma, a series of dark figures crawled swiftly along the muddy surface, using all four limbs. Each of them carried something in its mouth and had a bronze, gun-like object on its back.

The leader of the Xiaoyang tribe wore a human-style black crown and a crooked leather coat, which looked quite comical.

Some of the other Xiaoyang clan members still carried blood-stained bones on their backs, which swayed back and forth.

"What about people!"

When a group of owls rushed through the miasma and arrived near the campfire, they suddenly found that there was no one in front of the campfire.

"Find them for me. The miasma is thick; they can't have gone far."

"Keep an eye on the water, and if there's any movement, take action immediately!"

"Send a message to the people on the other side of the river."

(End of this chapter)