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

Chapter 32 Intensive Martial Arts Training (PK - Please Read On)
"Crouch down, I can't reach you!"

On the training ground, Shen Can kicked the burly man in front of him in anger.

As expected, with more members of the clan, all sorts of strange and unusual people emerged.

His method was simple: he would screen all the clansmen in batches, and after they had eaten their fill, they would practice the Kui Niu Fist in front of him.

He then stood by and gave pointers to each of them, taking the opportunity to teach them the essence of superior Kui Niu Fist.

Finally, a group of clansmen with the greatest talent in martial arts will be selected.

"Temple Master, does your foot hurt?"

The fire bear, who had been kicked, chuckled and scratched the back of his head as he spoke.

"My head hurts," Shen Can said irritably.

"How could my head hurt when you kicked me?"

Fire Bear didn't understand.

“Practice the Kui Niu Fist ten times again. If you still make mistakes, then practice it a hundred times.”

I thought I could get through the clansmen quickly, but the first batch of three hundred people encountered some problems.

Similar to "stepping with the same foot forward," many members of the tribe developed their own unique bad habits when they practiced Kui Niu boxing from a young age, which was already of poor quality.

I want to change in a short time, but it's just a habit, and my body doesn't listen to my brain.

Shen Can repeatedly corrected the person's boxing posture, but still couldn't get him back on track.

Compared to these minor issues, not a single member of the tribe questioned how a frail shaman could instruct everyone in practicing the Kui Niu Fist.

Changing long-standing habits of self-cultivation is very difficult for most people.

Shen Can ultimately chose to appeal to their emotions and then resort to force.

A pointer that is over a meter long and as thick as an arm, smooth from a distance but covered with tree knots up close.

Saying it is useless; just hit me where I'm wrong, and my head will stop hurting.

Four days have passed since the first batch passed, and no talented martial arts practitioners have been seen yet, but more than half of the clansmen have already been eliminated.

Then came the second batch.

In any case, apart from the dolls, everyone else had to go through a process in front of him, including the women of the tribe.

Although the clan doesn't teach martial arts to children very well, they still teach both boys and girls when they are young.

However, as men and women age, their priorities differ, so there are only a handful of women who are at the Stone-Splitting Realm.

Shen Can gave a thorough instruction to each and every member of the clan.

Even if you are eliminated, if you continue to cultivate according to his teachings, you can still continue to cultivate according to the clan's current food supply system.

In fact, besides the Kui Niu Fist, the tribe has also found several other tempering methods because it has collected a lot of tribal heritage during this period.

Shen Can plans that once the tribe grows larger and he has collected enough lifespan from wild beasts, he will take the time to conduct a unified analysis to enrich the tribe's martial arts heritage.

Not now, I don't have the energy.

After working tirelessly for more than half a month, Shen Can finally completed the first round of selection, choosing nine hundred clansmen.

Among these people, there were 277 women.

This included martial artists at the Rock Splitting and Mountain Opening realms.

On the tiered training ground, the Mountain Opening Realm is at the top, the Stone Splitting Realm is in the middle, and ordinary martial artists are at the bottom.

However, there were only three people at the Mountain Opening Realm; the rest of the Mountain Opening Realm clansmen and Stone Splitting Realm warriors all had missions.

They were either patrolling the tribe or going out with the volcano to transport supplies.

With so many people making up more than a third of the tribe, it's unrealistic for them all to abandon their daily duties and focus on martial arts.

Therefore, Shen Can plans to spend another half month further screening, and he expects that 300 people will be enough.

These three hundred people were the standing warriors to form the tribe.

It's quite difficult for more than two thousand people to support three hundred, but the plague that wiped out other tribes actually provided the tribe with enough meat.

It's not that the clansmen who were eliminated stopped cultivating; those who have been cultivating for so long are able to grasp the essence of the superior Kui Niu Fist better than the first batch of clansmen who were eliminated.

As long as the cultivation resources are sufficient, one can still make great progress in martial arts.

This group of people will become the backbone of the tribe's work after the tribe's restructuring.

……

"You've eaten so much meat and you're still slacking off? I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!"

"I think you've forgotten how hungry you were when you had meat to eat, and you've forgotten how you cried when you couldn't advance to the next level of martial arts."

Elder Huo Yu, wielding the Imperial Whip, walked among the clansmen who were cultivating. If he saw anyone slacking off, he would immediately give them a sound beating.

Not only Huo Yu, but Shen Can also called out the other elders of the clan, giving each of them a small stick.

He was responsible for correcting the movements of the clansmen practicing Kui Niu Fist, while the clan elders were responsible for addressing any slackening in the practice.

The elders were very happy to be able to contribute their remaining energy.

The way the tribespeople used to eat meat heartily and shout loudly is gone.

In the beginning, I was guided to master the essence of superior Kui Niu Fist, and I had enough meat to supplement my diet.

I can feel my energy increasing rapidly every day.

For several days in a row, apart from sleeping and relieving himself, he did nothing but eat and punch.

The large pot of meat is right next to me, and the aroma of meat fills my nostrils, but I have no desire to eat it at all.

“Ah Can is a shaman, and even though he is so weak, he still leads you all in practicing Kui Niu Fist every single day, yet you are still so lax.”

"How can you face Ah-chan and our ancestors?!"

At the highest point of the training ground, Shen Can put down his fist, feeling rather speechless as the clan elder brought up his frail health again.

He's almost 1.9 meters tall, and he's anything but weak. He's got a physique from head to toe.

Priest: Shen Can

Sacrificial vessel: sacrificial tripod

Martial Arts Realm: Mountain Splitting (Twenty Desolate Powers)
For the first two months, I was busy treating the plague, and then I was busy giving pointers on the essentials of cultivation, which affected my cultivation.

However, as more large pots of stewed meat were added, his strength increased again.

After putting down his fist, Shen Can walked towards the clan storehouse with his hands behind his back.

The tribe has always had a very crude method of measuring a warrior's internal energy.

The advancement of young and strong men to the level of "Splitting Stone" and "Splitting Stone" to "Opening Mountain" all rely on intuition and experience.

But martial arts are a refined art, and if you cultivate them by feeling, you will naturally get results based on feeling.

The clansmen couldn't measure it, but Shen Can could clearly sense the increase in his Desolate Power with each passing moment.

Therefore, after thinking about it for a few days, he came up with a solution.

The tribe used wooden bows as a standard tool to measure strength.

Inside the clan storehouse, a pile of wooden bows were either hanging or laid out, having just been taken from the clan's warriors, and even the bows held by ordinary clansmen and children had been taken.

He started by selecting a small bow, and with a gentle pull, he drew it into a full moon shape.

Throw one away casually, then grab another.

Firefish watched from the side, somewhat puzzled.

Shen Can tried out each of the bows one by one.

Three wooden bows were selected from them.

One desolate bow, nine desolate bows, eighteen desolate bows.

A Desolate Bow, which can be drawn to a full moon shape, signifies that one's Qi has entered the Desolate Realm and one has become a Stone-Splitting Realm martial artist.

The Nine Desolate Bow, which can be drawn to a full moon shape, signifies that one is qualified to advance to the Mountain Opening Realm.

The reason I chose the Eighteen Desolate Bow is because Shen Can can now draw it, and its power is twice that of the Nine Desolate Bow.

Although he didn't know how much desolate power it would take to advance to the Heavenly Vein realm, he figured that the amount of energy might be related to multiples of nine.

After his energy continues to increase, add twenty-seven more Desolate Bows, and then thirty-six more Desolate Bows.

Compared to using black gemstones to measure force, having these bows as measuring tools makes things much clearer.

Of course, you can also use a bow for each unit of power.

However, the bows produced by the tribe are not yet of such high quality and can only be made separately after the tribe is reformed.

In that way, the clan had clearer measurement standards for every step, from childhood to advancement.

Shen Can clearly understood how much that sense of accomplishment from being able to clearly see his own energy increase could help his cultivation.

Shen Can tossed the chosen bow to A Yu and walked away with his hands behind his back.

I wonder where Chief Huotang has wandered off to. It's been so long and we still haven't found any wild beasts. It seems that the surrounding mountains and fields have really been ravaged by plague insects.

Back in the training ground, Shen Can continued to lead his clansmen in martial arts training.

"What, you can't eat? Isn't meat your favorite food?"

"Practice the Kui Niu boxing routine thoroughly, and if you make a mistake in one part, practice it ten more times."

Holding a pointer and a small stick, Shen Can stood on a specially built stone platform and conducted spot checks on the clansmen.

"Here, have a bowl of plump, meaty pieces."

"Ah-chan?"

Huo Yu's face fell; she couldn't eat anymore, she really couldn't eat anymore.

Call me Temple God.

Shen Can's face hardened. "You can't even draw the Eighteen Desolate Bows, yet you dare to call yourself a Mountain Opening Realm martial artist."

"Elder, change his pot."

……

When only 430 of the 900 people remained, Huotang finally returned from outside the tribe.

Also returning were a group of people from the Volcano tribe, who brought back supplies.

Inside the ancestral temple.

“The tribe is 800 li to the east, 1,000 li to the south, and more than 700 li to the west. All the tribes are gone, and only a few remnants remain.”

Huotang returned with news.

To put it in a slightly exaggerated way, centered on Zhiyan, their tribe was the only one left within a radius of a thousand miles.

Even worse news is that not only are there no people, but even animals are rare.

“There is a swamp in a valley deep in the mountains to the north. There should be a wild beast in it. I have been guarding the swamp for several days. It is too big to make a move.”

"Watery marshes".

Upon hearing this, Shen Can's eyes lit up; he was quite skilled in water magic.

"Chieftain, is it far?"

"Our clansmen have been practicing martial arts for so long, so let's use this as an opportunity to select three hundred people. It's time for them to cook something for our ancestors."

“I’m preparing some neutralizing witchcraft medicine. When we return from the mountains, our people might be completely transformed.”

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