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

Chapter 76 Golden Alligator Dragon, My Share in the Marketplace is Due to Zhiyan

Shen Can, who was also hiding in the swamp, quickly sensed the crocodile swimming past him.

Under the influence of his divine sense, he realized that this was not a wild beast, but a blood witch.

The Upper Lake tribe mutated into black-haired monsters; these crocodile people probably became like this because they worshipped crocodiles.

The previous three episodes spread the news that Shanghu and the Blood Witch colluded to destroy the tribe using witchcraft.

Clearly, the blood witch was attracted here.

……

Ji Shao never expected to see such a scene as soon as he arrived at Shanghu.

"Ok!"

Not long after, he suddenly looked up from the water plants and released his seven-foot divine sense.

He felt like someone was watching him.

But a sweep of his divine sense yielded nothing.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the water and rushed toward the approaching Qushui River.

He has a strong intuition, which is why he has been able to avoid crises time and time again.

After entering the winding stream, the boatman did not hesitate and went downstream for more than ten miles.

But as he swam, he felt the water rushing towards him from all sides, and the swollen bumps on his body oozed ink, corroding the sharp edge of the sweeping water.

Taking advantage of the situation, they darted towards the shore.

But as soon as he got up, countless water arrows, water snakes, and water droplets floated to the surface of the water, as if four or five water wizards were attacking him.

In the shimmering water, dark light flashed like lightning.

With a "plop," the witch nail pierced through Ji Zhou's body. In pain, he rolled onto the shore, only to see a square seal falling from the sky, aimed directly at his head.

"Lord Alligator, help me!"

As he chanted incantations, Ji Shao's aura rapidly dissipated, and a blood-red pattern emerged on his head, knocking away the falling Si Lin Yin.

But the witch nail took advantage of the situation and pierced his tailbone.

"what!"

The boatman screamed in agony, his body swaying, unable to move forward any further.

He scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, but so far he had not found anyone who had attacked him.

"So you're the Blood Witch who's in cahoots with the Upper Lake Tribe?"

Sensing the murderous intent, Ji Shao hurriedly shouted, "No, no, it wasn't me! I just came here because of the rumors, hoping to find something I could take advantage of. I haven't harmed any of my kind. I really haven't."

“Spare me! I swear by my ancestors that I make my living as a ferryman, ferrying people in Quyang market. I have never harmed anyone.”

Shen Can had no reason to believe this guy's words.

Under divine perception, the crocodile-man with the large mouth moved his lips up and down, silently chanting a spell.

Then, he raised his hand and slammed the Si Lin seal down into the crocodile man's mouth.

"what!"

"I am a servant of the alligator dragon; if you kill me, you will surely..."

"Crack!"

As Si Lin's seal fell, the crocodile's skull shattered, splattering out large amounts of blood.

Black smoke billowed from the blood witch's emaciated body, and clumps of putrid blood flowed out, causing it to rot rapidly.

At the site of the shattered head, a crystalline object gleamed with a bloody light.

Shen Can used the witch nails to lift the object into the water.

After being cleaned, it was swept back to him by the water flow.

This is a fish-shaped stone, covered with blood-red witch patterns that outline the image of a strange-looking crocodile.

Yes, it can also be called a crocodile dragon.

This is a blood witch with powerful backing.

Blood witches worship calamity beasts and are even slaves to them. They may gain powerful witchcraft, but they lose much more.

Seeing the crocodile-man's body had decomposed into a pile of rotten flesh, Shen Can was too lazy to dig a pit for him and simply left his corpse to rot in the wilderness.

……

The south bank of Dazeye, northeast of Yongyi.

The water is as deep as an abyss.

The underwater reefs are as big as mountains.

A dark golden alligator dragon awoke from a cave within the reef.

It had three witch nails stuck in its belly, and its tail was broken off.

Its massive mouth opened and closed, swallowing a wisp of bloody air.

On his left forearm, a scale split open.

"Another one died."

Even if a cultist who worships it dies, a final portion of their blood and energy will be sacrificed to it.

The golden alligator dragon looked at the three remaining marked scales on its left forearm.

Each mark represents one of its sorcerers.

"Alright, alright, if this continues, there won't even be any more witch servants bringing us food."

"Damn Lingyu, I was chased and beaten in Yongyi, and even after running to the wilderness of Yongyi, Lingyu still came to beat me up. I didn't come here for nothing."

"Even the witch slaves you recruited are being killed in a line. Do you really think I'm a pushover?"

……

Upper Lake Department.

The battle was nearing its end.

Some of the Upper Lake tribe members who underwent the beast transformation also showed signs of decay after being killed.

A putrid stench permeated the entire tribe. The three tribesmen killed the mutated Shanghu Temple chief, Tiao Shuilan, outside the ancestral temple ruins.

Many martial artists, seeing the jujube-sized grains of spirit rice, couldn't resist grabbing them.

At first, they only picked the spirit rice, but later they even pulled it up by the roots, and they even collided with each other.

The Blazing Flame Tribe had few people and was deliberately suppressed by the warriors of the Azure Bird and Ape Mountain tribes, so they obtained the least amount of spirit rice.

"Stop it all!"

After the three clan leaders appeared, they reprimanded the crowd.

Seeing the meager amount of spirit rice that the Blazing Flame Division had managed to snatch, Canghe and Yuanfeng were quite satisfied.

"This rice root smells awful!"

At this moment, a member of the clan spoke up.

The roots of the seemingly crystal-clear rice plant exuded a rotten smell.

"Why are there black lines in these rice grains?"

Another sound rang out, and the three clansmen who had snatched the spirit rice began to examine it.

After inspection, all the spirit rice plants were found to be rotten, and black lines were seeping into the spirit rice.

"How could this be? This is spirit rice!"

Some people, not believing in superstition, started digging up the soil in the paddy fields and even pulled out rice plants from other nearby paddy fields.

The results are the same.

The paddy fields reeked of fishy stench, and the rice plants' roots were rotting.

"Shui Lan, you all deserve to die."

Ape Peak cursed angrily.

"Go find the clan storehouse quickly!" Canghe reacted swiftly.

Not long after, the clan storehouse beneath the collapsed ancestral temple was found.

There were piles of rice and ordinary animal hides, but they didn't have what they wanted.

Boom!

Yuanfeng kicked the pile of rice.

"We only have Chen's rice, where is the spirit rice?"

"Besides these ordinary items, there wasn't even a single aged herb!"

"Shui Miao, you deserve to die! Shui Xing, you deserve to die! You both deserve to die!"

Unconvinced, Ape Peak ordered his people to turn the clan storehouse upside down, even digging out the lower storehouse, only to find some second-tier animal hides and scattered ores.

There are no Tier 3 beast bones or hides.

There was no witchcraft medicine.

nothing!
The paddy fields where the spirit rice was grown have been polluted and are now useless.

After working for so many days and mobilizing eight hundred warriors, all they got in the end was a bunch of ordinary grain and fodder.

No, that's not right either. A cultivation technique was found in the collapsed ancestral temple.

All three families were able to make a copy.

……

In front of the ruins of the ancestral temple.

Huotang looked at the two silent clan leaders.

"Gentlemen, Shanghu has been taken over by alien races, and you really didn't notice at all?"

The crane looked up at the fire pit.

"Each tribe operates independently. Given that Shanghu is like this, is it possible for others to know that it is supporting a foreign tribe?"

"Believing in foreign races harms both oneself and others." Yuanfeng pondered, looking at the filthy Upper Lake, his anger subsiding somewhat.

"What a wonderful place to establish a clan, it will be wasted for many years to come."

Each tribe carefully selects its founding location, and even if a tribe is destroyed, it may be replaced by others many years later.

But now, this paddy field, which is suitable for growing rice, is completely destroyed.

Originally, the two tribes planned to divide the paddy fields here and establish a separate tribe here, allowing the field slaves to grow rice.

Well, after working so hard, all I've earned is some food.

"Our ancestral legacy, passed down for a thousand years, can be destroyed in just a few days. This matter must be recorded in the clan annals to warn the clan members against the Blood Witch. Otherwise, it is a small matter if one dies, but it is a great crime to implicate the entire clan."

Huotang asked again, "Two clan leaders, are there many blood witches in the vicinity?"

Compared to the two clan leaders in front of him, his knowledge was far inferior.

"That's not a lot."

Canghe spoke up, “This place is the wilderness north of Yongyi. There are no large tribes here, otherwise our three tribes wouldn’t have been able to rule here for so many years.”

Perhaps because the scene was too tragic, Canghe and Yuanfeng felt somewhat dejected.

"We are in a remote corner of Yongyi. Don't be fooled by the fact that we are called a superior tribe in the eyes of other small tribes. In fact, we are far from qualified."

There were no sacrificial vessels, no shamanistic practices, and no prestige.

The upper part of the self-proclaimed lower part, yes, that's the name.

The tribes over there in Yongyi don't bother with us; we're just entertaining ourselves.

The three clan leaders talked for a long time in the ruins of Upper Lake.

"Gentlemen, now that Shanghu has been destroyed, I, Zhiyan, shall take over the shares of those several market towns!"

Upon hearing Huotang's words...

The previously somewhat desolate cranes and monkeys suddenly perked up.

"Chief Fire, you really have a big appetite."

"The Blazing Flame Tribe has only been developing for three hundred years. We've been fattening you up these past two years. You have no respect for the tribes of your ancestors."

(End of this chapter)