I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Its aim was to west and conquer the various branches of the Xiaoyang Race, unifying the depths of Xiaoyang.

Just like the Human Race, there were constant disputes within the Xiaoyang Race as well.

All the branches were unwilling to see another ’Royal Race’ emerge; everyone desired to become that ’Royal Race’ themselves.

Once a particular branch rose abruptly, it would be jointly pulled down by the other branches.

There was no way around it, the good plans were ruined by the Human Race.

After a while, seeing the fluctuations on Qiu Yin settle down, Muo Xiao spoke: "Now that the Human Race has vacated the eastern Ji Land, I need you to head south."

"It seems the Jishan Old Ghost has come to his senses, no longer stubbornly blocking Ji Land. Since that’s the case, we can’t waste the good intentions of the Jishan Old Ghost."

"The internal chaos within the Human Race is precisely an opportunity for us."

"When retreating earlier, many clan soldiers were scattered across the eastern Ji Land; gather them up and head south together."

"Also, pay close attention to news from various places in Yongyi; if there’s any mention of the Marquis Yongshan’s heritage, be extra cautious.

If any Human Race martial artist contacts you privately regarding the Marquis heritage, tell them to show their sincerity first if they want the heritage."

I demand the head of the Human Race’s Ancestral Temple Keeper."

Before long, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein staggered out of the Stone Hall, and before leaving, glanced back at the pitch-black hall interior, feeling a chill in his heart.

Suddenly he felt he somewhat understood; previously, Muo Xiao had actually been playing him and the Mu Kang Lineage Lord for fools.

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"Xiao King, can Qiu Yin be trusted?"

Inside the hall, two old Xiaoyang stood on either side of Muo Xiao and one spoke with a hoarse voice.

"He’s afraid of dying."

Muo Xiao sneered, "Yongyi is a mess right now, the divisions of the Human Race are biting each other, sending Qiu Yin on a path just fits.

Without external stimulus, the Jishan Old Ghost wouldn’t have made the decision to open up Ji Land, so it must have been related to the Human Race’s Ancestral Temple Keeper."

"The Human Race is cunning, though I can still gauge the Jishan Old Ghost, but I know very little about this newly emerged Human Race’s Ancestral Temple Keeper.

So this time we vacated eastern Ji Land, it might be a ruse, deliberately tempting me out of the mountains."

At present, all divisions of the Xiaoyang hide deep in the mountains; for the Humans to eradicate them, they would need to search both mountains and seas.

With countless treacherous regions in the valleys and wilds, the three divisions of the Human Race may really celebrate if they do so.

But now, the three Human Race divisions have all moved towards the western Ji Land, leaving the vast eastern region exposed.

The path south lies wide open, and it’s such a big piece of fat meat that Muo Xiao truly fears it’s a trap.

If he assembles and marches out, it might just provide the three divisions another chance to besiege.

Better let Qiu Yin test the waters.

"How are things with Jishan, have the dispatched Blood Warriors returned?"

"No, the dispatched Blood Warriors have died; they must have been silenced."

Upon hearing this, Muo Xiao sneered, "Yuan Zhenyue grew bold, wanting to fly solo, but he forgot his wings were gifted by me."

Yuan Zhenyue, being a martial artist of the elder level within Jishan Bo Division, naturally had the chance to ascend to the Divine Treasure.

But at that time, there were many in the Jishan Bo Division younger and more gifted than him.

Yuan Zhenyue was indeed not the favored candidate for the next Divine Treasure of Jishan.

At first, when young martial artists within Jishan Bo Division were assassinated, it wasn’t to elevate Yuan Zhenyue.

Only later, during the assassination plans, did Muo Xiao choose Yuan Zhenyue from the conveyed intelligence, further perfecting the plan.

To successfully execute the plan, Muo Xiao repeatedly led troops south to attack the Human Race, sometimes several times a year.

On the surface, it seemed to plunder the Humans, but actually, it was to seize the opportunity in warfare to wound some elders in the Jishan Bo Division.

Anyone with the potential to ascend to the Divine Treasure was targeted in the initial attack plans.

The plan wasn’t to kill them outright; killing was too hard, and too many deaths would pose problems; injuring them was far simpler.

Leading an army south to attack the Humans, the Jishan Bo Division sent their army north to resist, naturally dispatching some elders and commanders to lead.

When the two armies clashed, it was quite normal for commander-level martial artists to be injured.

Each injury weakened them, and the more injuries, the more it reduced the chance of the wounded ascending to the Divine Treasure.

Though the small-scale invasions appeared as victories for Jishan, safeguarding all divisions, they were actually manipulated by him.

Coupled with the assassination of the youth in Jishan Bo Division, a considerable effort was spent to allow Yuan Zhenyue to ’stand out.’

Of course, during this process, Yuan Zhenyue helped significantly, as the designated clan son in Jishan Bo Division would surely be heavily protected.

Without Yuan Zhenyue’s help, they wouldn’t have had the chance to kill or injure them gravely.

Moreover, Yuan Zhenyue received the resources and nurturing of the Xiaoyang Race, thus allowing an ’aging’ tree to sprout new buds.

Decades of effort were spent on this chess piece.

"Besides interacting with Yuan Zhenyue, what other news from observers in Jishan Bo Division has been sent back? Any sudden massive energy fluctuations within the clan land?"

"No."

A clan elder responded, saying, "However, there’s news that Jishan Bo Division has moved from Jidong to West Ji; it’s managed by the clan elders of Jishan Race.

The Lord Jishan hasn’t appeared, and some Jishan Clan members claim the Lord Jishan isn’t in the tribe."

Muo Xiao suddenly turned his head, his gaze dark and cold as he stared at the clan elder who spoke.

"Xiao King..."

The speaking clan elder felt a chill all over, sensing the atmosphere in the hall halt abruptly.

"Why was such an important matter not mentioned earlier!"

Muo Xiao’s tone was laden with murderous intent.