I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Divine Treasure!

In an instant, Muo Feilong realized.

He had fled south to Ji Land, yet why were they still pursuing him from the clan?

"You’ve done well!"

A moment later, Muo Feilong felt the pressure lift off his body, and a slightly outlined figure appeared within the cave.

"Muo Zhuang, Elder of the Clan, you..."

Seeing the figure suddenly appear in the cave, Muo Feilong was shocked.

Muo Zhuang had died decades ago; it was common knowledge within the clan.

"The clan will overlook what you have done in the past. If you can stir up storms south of Ji Land, the clan will assist you in ascending to Divine Treasure, possibly even succeeding as Muo Yan Vein Master!"

Muo Zhuang’s words stunned Muo Feilong, nearly stopping his breath.

Ascend to Divine Treasure, become Vein Master!

Previously a fugitive of the clan, now chosen as the successor to the Vein Master.

This change happened so quickly.

"What, you don’t want to become the new Vein Master of our Muo Yan Lineage?"

"I do!"

Muo Feilong responded with firm determination.

"Over the past year, you’ve used over a thousand clansmen to stir up storms across two regions spanning thousands of miles. The clan has taken notice of your tactics employed at Heyang, they were practical indeed.

Next, the clan will provide you with more manpower to assist your conquests of the Luo and Yu regions. Are you brave enough to accept?"

Upon hearing this, Muo Feilong hesitated.

"Rest assured, not only will I oversee the operations, but the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein will also be stationed in the army. We will only help you fend off the Human Race Tier Four, while the rest of the clan soldiers will be under your command!"

"Whether you can become the new Vein Master depends on how big a stir you can create!"

...

Ji Land.

Under Muo Xiao’s directive, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein gathered the remnants of the army to head south to the Luo and Yu Regions.

Yet he wasn’t naive, quickly realizing this was Muo Xiao’s way to test the Ji Land Human Race.

Therefore, he barely showed up himself, entrusting the gathering of remnants to a few subordinates, only staying in contact with them to avoid being hunted by the Human Race.

Within a mere year, his forces grew to nearly three hundred thousand.

Of course, these appeared numerous in Xiaoyang, but they were no match for the elite clan soldiers of old; more than half were from the small tribes that migrated here.

These people lacked the ability to run back, and being hunted by the Human Race, could only hide scattered in the jungle.

...

"A mere commander from the Muo Yan Lineage can make the Human Race at the South Bank of the Luo River tremble like a frightened bird; with my three hundred thousand troops, wouldn’t I sweep the Luo River shores?"

Master of the Qiu Yin Vein, hidden in the wilderness for over a year, grew increasingly restless upon hearing continuous news from the Luo and Yu regions.

Yet he felt a tinge of unease.

A fear of being eradicated by the Ji Land Three Divisions.

After all, three hundred thousand was enough to prompt their action.

To avoid being encircled, he dared not congregate them but rather dispersed them across the central and southern areas of Ji Land.

This day.

"Vein Master, act now, or risk angering the Xiao King!"

Muo Zhuang arrived from the south, seeking out the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein hidden in the mountain crevice.

Though addressing him as Vein Master, Muo Zhuang’s tone carried a threat.

"Fine, head south!"

Feeling a lingering pain within, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein could only submit.

"Muo Feilong of our Muo Yan Lineage has already stirred up storms along the Luo River shores, waiting for you at the north bank."

Muo Feilong, stirring up storms at the South Bank of the Luo River, naturally attracted Muo Xiao’s attention.

He discovered Muo Feilong to be truly talented.

The defeat at Heyang could only be attributed to bad luck, encountering cunning Humans.

Yet on the long-peaceful South Bank of the Luo River, Muo Feilong’s tactics were like a fish in water.

A thousand men capable of stirring up thousands of miles; with control over tens of thousands, the scene would be truly exciting.

Even if it’s a ploy by the Ji Land Three Divisions, Muo Xiao cares not for sacrificing thirty thousand clan soldiers, for the potential rewards are too great if the Ji Land Three Divisions remain inactive.

In response to Muo Xiao’s urging, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein delayed no longer.

He issued orders to clan members scattered across various locations, directing them to respectively lead troops south, cross the Luo River, and convene at the South Bank of the Luo River.

Following this, the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein grew slightly anxious.

The clan soldiers advancing south encountered no obstruction from the Ji Land Human Race, which failed to ease the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein’s concerns.

Only once the clan soldiers crossed the Luo River at dozens of locations did the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein relax, firmly assured the Ji Land Three Divisions intended to ignore them.

His old adversaries faltered, leaving a sense of melancholy.

Over three hundred thousand Xiaoyang gathered amidst the mountains at the South Bank of the Luo River, meeting the Master of the Qiu Yin Vein.

Beholding his kin nestled in the mountains, Muo Feilong’s gaze burned.

His rise to Vein Master was imminent!

With a thousand followers, he dared challenge the Human Race Upper-class Tribes; with three hundred thousand, he aimed for the Bo Division!

To let those south of Ji Land see what Xiaoyang truly meant.

...

Lishui Tribe.

Since the clan leader’s disappearance over a year ago, chaos reigned without electing a new leader, even disrupting daily commerce.

Why such chaos prevailed owed much to Zhenjiang Bo Division elders’ frequent visits, supporting the Second Elder’s rise to Clan Leader.

The Clan Leader had heirs, but they were only at the Fifth Layer of the Celestial Vein Realm; even with clan support, ascension was difficult.

Moreover, the Second Elder was at the pinnacle of the Eighth Layer of the Celestial Vein Realm and similarly had clan backing, now further supported by Zhenjiang Bo Division’s encouragement.

Within Lishui Race City.

A black war chariot shimmering with golden light moved along the city streets, drawn by two Jade Qilin Long-haired Hounds.

Upon the chariot, a middle-aged Martial Artist dressed in a luxurious beast-patterned robe turned to shout into the city.

"Command from the Bo Division, the Second Elder is virtuous and should be the Clan Leader!"

The thundering voice echoed like a storm, reaching many clan members within, prompting widespread anger amongst the city’s clan members.