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

Chapter 48 Without my help, you wouldn't have been able to figure out this witchcraft even in ten thousand years.

Sacrificial vessels.

A few words from Wei Fu changed Shen Can's expression, and he unconsciously squeezed Wei Fu's broken bones again.

"Ow!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I won't call you ants anymore, you're the best."

What is the purpose of sacrificial vessels?

“Sacrificial vessels are used to gather the power of deceased ancestors, or as a medium to communicate the entire clan’s sacrificial rites.”

"With sacrificial vessels, the protection of ancestors is no longer just empty talk through communication with the temple."

“A temple can be a shaman, but a shaman is not a temple.”

"What is the power of the ancestors? Can the ancestors come back to life after they die?"

Huo Tang was somewhat puzzled by the meaning behind Wei Fu's words.
“If someone dies and can come back to life, then they haven’t actually died,” said Fu. “The power of the ancestors is the power of the ancestors. I’m not a temple official, so I’m not entirely sure about it either.”

"Ok?"

Shen Can gave a soft "hmm," and Fu shrank back.

"I really do not know."

"All we know is that the ritual vessels need to be offered to the clan every year in order to gather the power of our ancestors and slow down the dissipation of their power into the world."

Whenever a tribe or clan faces annihilation, the temple can use sacrificial vessels to summon the power of the ancestors to fight against the enemy.

The Lingyu tribe's ancestors used the power of their forefathers twice. The last time was a thousand years ago when they encountered an incomparably powerful calamity beast, the Two-Headed Fat Relic.

The Fei Yi emerged from the drought-stricken land, and only through the power of the ancestors who performed sacrifices was the Fei Yi defeated and killed across the border, thus relieving the drought in the land surrounding the Lingyu.

"What do the ritual objects look like?"

“Our tribe is a fish-scale drum, and it is said that the Xuan Niao Bo tribe from a very far place is a bronze bird.”

"Bo is an honorific title for the chief of many tribes in a region. Legend has it that after the distant era of worshipping heaven and earth, the human race multiplied and the number of tribes gradually increased."

In order to unite and overcome natural disasters, there must be a leading tribe to govern a region and enable everyone to work together.

Therefore, it came to be known as the "Bobu".

"Lingyu is a Yifangbo tribe."

"It is said that further away in the Juyue Mountains, there are Hou tribes that are even stronger than the Bo tribe."

Without asking any questions, Huotang Shen Can began to explain on his own initiative.

Huotang listened very attentively. What seemed like a simple sentence had been something the Blazing Flame Tribe had been unable to grasp for three hundred years.

"And what about those below Bo's tribe? Are they all savages?"

“There is a hierarchy within the Bo tribe. Your tribe is a lower-class tribe. Hey, don’t hit me, I’m just stating the facts.”

"The status of a tribe is not only determined by the number of its members, but also by its influence."

Living in the mountains and forests, born in the morning and dying at dusk, no one knows when you will perish. Your lives are full of hardships, and your deaths are silent. Calling you the Nobunaga (Wild Beggars) isn't so wrong, is it?

"If you want to become a superior tribe, your tribe must have at least one Heavenly Vein Warrior who has advanced to the Seventy-Two Desolate Powers. Only then will it be possible for a Warrior to emerge who has reached the Divine Treasure Realm of the Martial Dao Fourth Stage."

"I'm saying it's possible. Among the seventy-two Heavenly Vein Warriors with the Desolate Power that my Lingyu Division is focusing on cultivating, the probability of advancing to the Divine Treasure Realm is not high."

The current clan leader, having advanced to a divine realm far surpassing the power of the Seventy-Two Desolations, withstood a young calamity beast, the Tiger-Dragon, without defeat.

"In addition, matching witchcraft is also needed. Besides combat, witchcraft is the foundation for improving all aspects of a tribe's foundation. Planting, hunting, crafting, and so on all require witchcraft."

After speaking, Fu glanced at Shen Can.

He was certain that Shen Canxiu was practicing the Lingyu Water Control Technique.

Over the years, it's not impossible that the Lingyu tribe has revealed some related witchcraft.

As for Shen Can saying that he could learn it in a second after seeing him demonstrate, he simply ignored it.

Even the Lingyu, the originator of water manipulation techniques, wouldn't dare say it was born with them.

"Does becoming a superior tribe not require sacrificial artifacts?"

Fu nodded.

"Among the superior tribes, very few have sacrificial vessels. Tribes that do have sacrificial vessels tend to have a longer history of inheritance and are more likely to become the leaders of a tribe."

"The existence of the sacrificial artifacts is like the tribe's strongest protection, allowing the tribe to survive natural disasters."

"The longer the lineage lasts, the stronger the tribe will become in the region."

"Without sacrificial vessels, annual sacrifices are just empty words."

The power of the clan's wishes during the sacrificial rites cannot be preserved, and the clan's expectations for their ancestors are wasted.

However, on the other hand, none of your ancestors produced powerful martial artists. Even if you had sacrificial artifacts before, they were just for show and couldn't unleash their full power.

Shen Can spoke up, "As the head of a region, you just said you would lead all the tribes to work together through the flood. Why then do you take advantage of the flood to go hunting?"

He actually had the answer to this question in his heart, but he just wanted to ask.

Sure enough, Fu started glancing at people sideways again.

“That’s right, Lingyu is a regional chieftain who commands many tribes, but you are savages.”

What Fu said was practically saying that you guys were too bad, that he wouldn't include you, and that you weren't one of his own.

"Of course, if your tribe can become a superior tribe and travel across mountains and rivers to Lingyu to offer some tribute, you might be qualified to guard the fire at the tribal assembly."

"Don't be so resentful. There are plenty of small tribes that want to work for the Lingyu tribe. You're lucky if you manage to snag one." Seeing Shen Can raise his hand, Wei Fu shut up.

What exactly are these sacrificial artifacts made of?

"How would I, an exile, know?"

"How many of the Lingyu Water Control Book's spells have you mastered?"

Upon hearing this, Fu immediately shut up.

He could tell that the older man next to him was trying to get more out of his mouth.

This young guy is a piece of trash. Once he's completely undressed, he'll crush him bit by bit, in excruciating pain.

"Tell me your conditions," Shen Can began.

“I can teach you the witchcraft in the Lingyu Water Control Book, but you need to heal my injuries first, and I also need fresh flesh and blood.”

"I don't know where you got the Lingyu Water Control Technique from, but this technique is only the most basic. If you want to go further, you won't be able to comprehend it even in ten thousand years without my help."

"If you pinch me again, or scare me with those ants, I'll kill myself so you'll never have any more witchcraft to learn!"

Lu Fu glared at him, looking like she was ready to die if he didn't comply.

Huo Tang looked at Shen Can with a conflicted expression. He really wanted to kill the more than a dozen members of the clan who had been devoured, not counting the injured.

But this guy happens to be clever, exactly what the tribe needs most.

He was torn between seeking revenge and gaining more secrets.

Seeing that everything had fallen silent, Su Fu thought she had achieved the desired effect.

He snorted coldly and continued, "I have already shown my sincerity by saying so much. As long as you release me and provide me with good food and drink, I will guarantee that your tribe will become a superior tribe."

"Having become a superior tribe, they may very well become a regional leader in the future."

He said this while looking at Huotang, in a persuasive and encouraging manner.

then!

"Ow!"

Shen Can rubbed Fu Fu's boneless little hand, "You were just saying it. At least show me something real, otherwise how can I believe you?"

Forget about witchcraft for now, let's start by showing our sincerity with a martial arts manual related to the Heavenly Vein Realm.

"Hiss..." Fu gasped for breath. "I am a wizard, not a martial artist. The martial arts training passed down in the clan has its own rules. I do not have any martial arts techniques."

"You've been in the upper part for so many years, and you haven't acquired any incomplete techniques. I'm not afraid of incomplete ones."

Shen Can continued speaking.

"As I said before, I am an exile. I was imprisoned when I was in Lingyu. Where would I get incomplete cultivation techniques?"

"Chief, it seems this person is not sincere either. Let's kill him to appease the dead clansmen."

"You don't want witchcraft anymore?"

Fu stared wide-eyed, ignoring the pain, wanting to see if Shen Can was bluffing or really going to kill him.

"Without me, you would never comprehend witchcraft even in ten thousand years!"

Shen Can ignored Lu Fu's words and tried to threaten him with witchcraft. Lu Fu had come to the right person.

“Since you are from the Upper Lingyu tribe, we mountain savages have always respected the Upper tribe. The chieftain gave me that broken sword. Giving the Upper tribe a sword is a way of showing respect to the Upper tribe.”

Shen Can held the broken knife in his hand and smeared some honey on it.

"Don't worry, it will be very sweet after applying honey."

"..."

"You madman, you calamity demon who has turned into a human!"

Lu Fu had gone completely mad, abandoning all the witchcraft he had previously relied on.

This is completely different from what he imagined.

In this small tribe, he is the embodiment of witchcraft!
Does this small tribe's shaman, who has mastered the Lingyu Water Control Technique, really not care about subsequent shamanic arts?
Oh, Lingyu, how could there be such a savage in the mountains and forests?

Feeling the sticky, cold sensation on her neck, Fu suddenly shuddered. "I know where there's a cultivation technique! Take the knife away! Quickly, take the knife away!"

Shen Can drew his knife, and with a ripping sound, his skin was cut open and blood flowed out.

"I wasn't lying to you, was I? Doesn't the wound taste sweet?"

Fu trembled, his heart filled with terror.

'He really dares to kill me, he really wants to kill me.'

After catching his breath, Wei Fu spoke in a trembling voice, "During this Eastern Hunt, three ships sank, and many martial artists went down with them. They may have had their martial arts techniques recorded on them. I know the location of the sunken ships."

　Fangbo is an ancient Chinese term from the Spring and Autumn Period, referring to the leader among the feudal lords in ancient times. It originates from the "Book of Rites: Royal Regulations".

　　During the Shang Dynasty, the terms "Duke," "Marquis," and "Earl" already existed. In addition to the directly administered territory of the Shang Dynasty, a large number of tribes were responsible for guarding and managing vast areas.

　　The leaders of these tribes were called Fangbo, or simply Bo.

　　In ancient times, "伯" meant the eldest son. The ancient system of ranking people into four groups, "伯", "仲", "叔", and "季", was used to indicate the eldest son to the fourth son.

　　A Fangbo was a local leader, similar to the later term "regional governor".

　　Ji Chang, the Marquis of Xibo, was the leader of a large number of tribes in the western region, appointed by the Shang Dynasty.

　　
　
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