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

Chapter 49: Plotting to Sink the Ship, Lingyu Book Category
Upon hearing what Fu said, Huotang and Shen Can both thought of the ironwood boat fragments.

"Of the three sunken ships, one sank in the Great Swamp, one sank on the road not far from Lingyu, and the third should have sunk near you."

"I can take you to the location of the nearby shipwreck."

Upon hearing this, Shen Can stirred the honey in the jar again.

"I already told you, what are you doing?"

Seeing Shen Can's actions, Fu was startled.

Shen Can remained silent, then reached out and smeared some honey on Fu Fu.

The fragments of the ironwood boat do indeed confirm that there was a shipwreck nearby.

But he didn't believe that Fu knew the exact location of the sunken ship.

An exile was imprisoned within the tribe.

The journey to exile was fraught with danger, with mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles, and floods raging everywhere.

The fish was either locked in a cage or in the cabin; at most, the Lingyu tribe members said that a ship had sunk.

So, this guy just wants to use this as an excuse to get out.

It's Lu Fu's own bad luck that she was able to catch him.

The two methods of summoning plague insects and wild beasts were not wasted at all, and were used entirely on Wei Fu.

If the Fu River really escapes, the tribe will suffer endless sneak attacks.

Every few days, the tribe gets hit with this, and the scorching heat can't withstand it.

For a moment, the cave fell silent.

The eerie silence terrified Lu Fu.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk. I don’t know the location of the ship that sank on the road ahead, but I know where the one that sank in the swamp is.”

"You're lying to me. The marshland is vast; how could you possibly remember where the ship sank?"

“It’s true, after I was exiled I followed the ship for a while and saw the place where the ship sank with my own eyes.”

"You're lying to me again. Is the Lingyu tribe so rich and powerful that they just won't salvage the ship once it sinks?"

Fu hurriedly explained, "The swamp was raging with waves; there was no chance to salvage anything. They were all smashed..."

The words stopped abruptly.

In the vast marshland, the water flows endlessly from west to east; how could broken fragments possibly sink to the bottom and remain still?

As for those who fall into the water, do you think all water creatures are vegetarians?

Fu was terrified; he felt that all the methods he wanted to use to survive were useless.

"I know witchcraft, I know witchcraft."

Shen Can glanced at Huo Tang, then grabbed a jar of anesthetic from the side, pinched Fu Fu's nose, and poured it down her throat.

This guy is definitely going to be killed, but before we've squeezed him dry, we should sleep a little longer.

After all, once you're dead, you'll never wake up again.

"Ah-Can, will this work?"

Huotang was a little worried, "What if he dies?"

"Can't die."

Shen Can spoke up, actually feeling that the secrets about Fu Fu had been almost completely squeezed out.

He probably doesn't know much about ritual artifacts, martial arts, or even his most proficient area of ​​witchcraft.

If an exile were to actually practice the core foundational witchcraft of a tribe, he would probably be executed before even leaving the village.

Shen Can planned to interrogate these questions repeatedly over the next few days.

After emptying everything out, they were immediately immersed in the cesspool.

After quickly stopping the bleeding for Fu, and arranging for Huo Kui to guard the cave, Shen Can and Huo Tang arrived at Huo Xian's ear hole.

Inside the ear piercing.

Shen Can made a record on the animal skin scroll.

Huotang sat cross-legged to one side, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

a long time.

Shen Can transcribed all of Wei Fu's words, and Huo Xian couldn't wait to read them.

"Ah Chan, how credible do you think this person's words are?"

Shen Can sensed a sense of loss and confusion in Huo Tang.

The amount of stuff they pulled out of Lu Fu's mouth was far more than they had imagined.

These things might be common knowledge in Lingyu, but they are separated from Lingyu by thousands of miles and lack such experience.

"Ah-Can, how much has Ah-Shan's Qi improved now? Is it possible for him to reach the Seventy-Two Desolate Power?"

Before Shen Can could respond to the previous question, Huo Tang spoke up again.

Now he felt that Shen Can, as the temple chief, was indeed more farsighted than him, the clan leader.

It was absolutely the right decision to stop the volcano from soaking the beast blood to advance to the Heavenly Vein.

"Uncle Volcano has the potential to reach the power of the seventy-two wildernesses, but Uncle Huoqi cannot."

"One is fine, I'm not picky, we'll take our time," Huotang chuckled.

"It seems I need to pay more attention to volcanoes from now on."

At that moment, Shen Can saw the deep love for the volcano on Huo Tang's face.

Huo Xian, having finished reading the animal skin scroll, sighed, "We don't have any of these: sacrificial artifacts, martial arts, or witchcraft."

"There will be some eventually." Huotang's gaze was firm. "Tomorrow, I'll look for Shifu and the others. They are remnants of tribes near the marshland. Let's see if there's any news of shipwrecks in the water."

However, I think the chances of finding it are very small. With such a massive flood, the broken boats have probably been swept away by the waters long ago.

"Since we've found fragments of an ironwood ship nearby, let's start our search from this one," Huotang said, focusing their attention on the ironwood ship near the tribe.

"Uncle, A-Can, do you remember when the flash flood had just passed, Huang Shi from Shanghuang tribe came to our door twice to demand the whereabouts of the ironwood boat fragments?"

So much time has passed since the plague, yet no one from the Upper Yellow Division has appeared.

I initially thought they might have suffered a major blow and were recuperating, or that they looked down on the small tribes around us.

Is it possible that the main forces of the Upper Yellow Division are currently searching for this shipwreck?
"So much time has passed since the floods, perhaps even more debris has been found in the upper part of the area."

At this point, Huotang's gaze hardened, "If things continue like this, we'll inevitably have to fight Shanghuang sooner or later."

Huotang's thinking was far-sighted; if Zhiyan hadn't developed, this battle naturally wouldn't have happened.

Just cower and kowtow to them; you might get captured and enslaved.

But now the Blazing Flame has developed greatly, and the distance of three thousand miles is not enough to accommodate two tribes that are developing at the same time.

"No, I'll go check out the area near Shanghuangbu tomorrow."

……

Back in his ear piercing, Shen Can lay down.

"Sacrificial vessel?"

With focused perception, he could sense the three-legged cauldron within his body, but despite sensing it, he was unable to summon it.

It seems to be a flexible imprint between flesh and blood.

This sacrificial vessel absorbs the lifespan of the offerings, and can protect the body, nourish the spirit, and enhance martial arts.

The sacrificial vessel mentioned by the Fiery King is a storage vessel for the power of the ancestors.

Moreover, the sacrificial vessels need to be maintained through annual sacrifices, and their use requires communication with the temple shrine, making them more like a tribal trump card.

Unable to activate the three-legged cauldron within his body, Shen Can intermittently recalled Fu's words.

"Sacrificial artifacts, the power of our ancestors. There are no strong individuals in the clan, so even if we have sacrificial artifacts, they are of no use for the time being."

"What kind of special mineral deposits store the power of ancestors? Could it be that martial artists infuse their blood and energy into sacrificial artifacts before they die?"

Shen Can did not doubt that Lu Fu was lying when he said he was not clear about the materials of the sacrificial vessels.

It would be abnormal for an exile to know the ingredients for the most secret things in his tribe.

As I kept muttering to myself, dawn broke.

Shen Can got up and began to serve his ancestors.

Within the tribe, commotion began before dawn.

Huotang led his men away from the tribe under the cover of night, taking with him Huoyu's hundred-man hunting team, as well as more than ten agile tribesmen who served as scouts and messengers.

After cleaning the ancestral temple, Shen Can entered the cave where Fu was imprisoned.

Huo Kui sat opposite Fu with wide eyes.

Fu Fu has not yet woken up.

"Uncle Huo Kui, you should take a rest."

“I’m not tired, but he didn’t move all night.”

Shen Can reached for Fu's arm.

"Ow..."

Fu was forcibly awakened.

"Tell me what kind of witchcraft can be used to resonate with the witchcraft symbols and texts carved on the ironwood ship."

The ironwood ship sank, and the broken fragments were scattered over a vast area, making them difficult to find.

Still in pain, Fu immediately realized what was happening.

Here it comes! Yesterday he acted like he didn't care about witchcraft, but it turns out he was just trying to play hard to get.

Once he gets the chance to leave, he will surely retaliate a thousandfold for the pain he has endured.

"Ow!"

Before Lu Fu could even gloat, Shen Can began to torture him.

He discovered that this mutated mermaid from the Lingyu tribe, although a wizard, possessed a very strong physique.

Whether Lu Fu speaks or not, it won't change the final outcome. At worst, he can just deduce it directly. He came to find Lu Fu just to save some of his lifespan.

“I said, the Lingyu Water Control Book’s weapon-refining chapter contains spiritual response techniques and witchcraft…”

"Hoohoo!"

After speaking quickly, Fu kept wincing in pain.

"I can teach you."

……

Less than half an hour later.

Shen Can returned to his ear hole, spread out the animal skin scroll, and began to write.

According to the account of the Fiery Dragon, the Lingyu Book is a complete encyclopedia of witchcraft.

It contains many categories, including witchcraft (combat), talismans, hunting, weapons imbued with witchcraft, cultivation of spiritual plants, and plague treatment.

Since the establishment of the Lingyu tribe, the number of shamans has been continuously expanding and evolving.

No wonder the smaller groups struggle to survive, while the larger ones stand tall like mountains—the difference is too great.

I've only deduced a few shamanic characters myself, while others have already explored the intricacies of shamanic character combinations and compiled them into the 'Lingyu Grand Canon'.

Due to the wide variety of categories, the shamans of the Lingyu tribe will further subdivide their shamanistic practices according to their own circumstances.

Some made talismans, some farmed, and some crafted weapons and used witchcraft; their skills were truly applied to every corner of the tribe.

For example, this Wei Fu, before his mutation, cultivated the sorcery and combat manual, but he never expected that he would mutate while cultivating it.

(End of this chapter)