I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

It was night.

Under the leadership of Muo Feilong, the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers hunted down the Lishui Tribe cavalry that spread out in pursuit, killing them group by group.

By the next day, fewer than four hundred cavalrymen returned to the Lishui Clan Division, along with the Clan Leader who was nowhere to be found.

The Lishui Tribe’s water transport, established on a vast fleet of treasure ships and warships, was highly developed.

But the fleet anchored outside the tribe was burned to ashes overnight, nearly two-thirds of the tribe’s ships were destroyed.

For several consecutive days, the Lishui soldiers frantically searched everywhere but could not find their clan leader; they only found a scattered collection of Human Race bones in the surrounding mountains and forests.

The Xiaoyang had already retreated.

Before retreating, they thoughtfully tidied up the battlefield, covering up their own traces to make it look as much as possible like the Human Race had attacked the Lishui Tribe.

As for whether the Lishui discovered that the Xiaoyang were responsible, Muo Feilong did not know, nor did he care.

Because he had already run away.

He fled from the Yu Region to the Luo Region.

Attacking at the border between the two regions made target switching all too convenient.

The news of the Lishui being attacked spread quickly in the nearby area.

That night, the raging fire lit up the sky, glaring and eye-catching.

This was completely undeniable, with so many ships destroyed in a single night, nearby tribes all inquired, wanting to understand what had happened.

Soon, there was news saying that shadowy figures leaping like apes were seen that night.

The Xiaoyang have moved south!

The chaotic news reached the Zhenjiang Bo. Division.

"Haha, finally, Lishui’s day has come!"

Upon hearing the news, the elder of the Zhenjiang Bo Division was overjoyed at once.

It’s as if the ancestors have opened their eyes; Lishui has not respected the Upper Division for years, and now that the tribe’s treasured ships, which they relied on for survival, have been wiped out, it won’t be possible to rebuild such a fleet in just three to five years.

"With Lishui losing their clan leader, it is the perfect moment for our division to step up and reassert our might!"

"Yes, yes, we must be wary of Xiaoyang too, investigate to see if there are any traces of them nearby."

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A month later, in the Luo Region.

It was another dark, windy night.

In the Youyun Division.

The cries of battle thundered, and blazing fires roared within the clan division, screams rose and fell, shadows leaping within the clan land, and every leap struck down a Human Race figure.

This was a small tribe of just over three thousand people, a single night’s carnage filled the entire tribe with a thick, bloody scent.

This tribe happened to be situated in a valley, making it extremely convenient for them to be attacked.

A group of Xiaoyang laughed uproariously, devouring the flesh and blood of the Human Race.

Compared to the Human Race, the Xiaoyang Race is closer to beasts, and the brutality resulting from devouring Humans for cultivation is instead seen as a sign of strength in their eyes.

At the height of the valley, Muo Feilong sat quietly, surveying the surroundings.

Attacking this small tribe was naturally to provide a hearty meal for his subordinates. Having followed him south from Ji Land, his soldiers needed to eat and drink their fill to rally their spirits.

As for the previous actions against an Upper-class Tribe in the Yu Region, that was for himself.

As Commander Xiaoyang, once holding a position on par with the elders in the tribe, he naturally knew of the Human Pill legend circulated within the tribe. Historical records of the tribe noted that there were Xiaoyang Martial Artists who ascended to the Divine Treasure Realm by consuming Human Pills.

Muo Feilong did not know how to make a Human Pill.

But, the simplest point he understood was that to create a Human Pill, you need people.

Ordinary Human Race Celestial Veins were not very beneficial for his cultivation anymore.

He couldn’t provoke those in the Divine Treasure Realm; only Human Race individuals in the Celestial Vein Ninth Layer could serve as his nourishment.

Thus, Muo Feilong’s idea was very simple: devour people, especially more of those in the Celestial Vein Ninth Layer.

His subordinates fed on ordinary Humans; once his cubs were fed, they would roam between various divisions with him, attracting Human Race Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Martial Artists.

Of course, not every Upper-class Tribe had Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Martial Artists; even those in the Eighth or Seventh Layer would suffice for him.

About a month ago, after devouring the Lishui Race Leader, he felt his internal blood energy significantly improved, as if even his Celestial Vein had expanded a little.

In Ji Land, trying to kill a Human Race Celestial Vein Ninth Layer was too difficult.

The Celestial Vein Ninth Layer Martial Artists in Ji Land would flee if they couldn’t fight back, unlike those outside of Ji Land, who would charge in at the sound of battle, giving themselves up to him.

After feasting for two days, he set the small tribe hidden in the valley ablaze.

A group of Xiaoyang carrying short sawed-off giant arrows dispersed into the forest in groups.

In the following days, Muo Feilong led his soldiers back and forth between the Luo Region and the Yu Region. After every attack, they would either flee for thousands of miles or break up and hide in the mountains and Great Marshes.

Within just a year, tales of the Xiaoyang’s large army advancing south, numbering in the tens of thousands, spread across a vast land in northern Luo Region and Yu Region.

Without tens of thousands of Xiaoyang, how could there be sightings of Xiaoyang attacks everywhere?

For a while, panic spread, small tribes trembled in fear, and large tribes launched repeated counterattacks, yet they couldn’t even catch Muo Feilong’s tail.

Now the rumors grew even more fantastical: the Xiaoyang could perform the Earth Escape Technique, traveling thousands of miles in a day, appearing in the Yu Region today, and the Luo Region tomorrow.

And this was just the Xiaoyang vanguard; soon, their army of a million would march south for a great hunt.

In a certain forest.

A group of Xiaoyang was resting hidden in the lush woodland.

The mountains’ vegetation was abundant, the terrain steep.

"Who!"

Muo Feilong, resting inside a cave, was suddenly startled.

"Muo Feilong, you’re quite hard to find!"

The slightly teasing voice made Muo Feilong suddenly startle. Just as his blood energy began to circulate, a fierce aura pressed him flat to the ground.