I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

"As a lower division, you must understand respect and hierarchy. The Clan Order of my Zhenjiang Bo Division is your rule!"

"If you don’t recognize the bigger picture, don’t blame my Bo Division for cleaning house!"

The war chariot whistled out of the Clan City, heading southwest under the escort of a cavalry unit.

On the chariot, the Great Elder of the Zhenjiang Bo Division chuckled repeatedly. How many years has it been, the majesty of the Bo Division has finally descended upon this disobedient Upper-class Tribe Land again.

Let’s go!

The chariot rolled on, crossing mountains and hills, passing by small tribes along the way.

The long-haired Hound pulling the chariot brazenly marched through the smooth millet fields, forcing the small tribes along the way to kneel and salute, daring not to show a hint of anger.

When they were less than three hundred miles from the Clan Land, the earth suddenly trembled. As they turned a small hill, the people of the Zhenjiang Great Elder suddenly saw a group of Xiaoyang.

"Xiaoyang!"

"Quick, hurry back to the tribe!"

But the group hadn’t run far when they saw more Xiaoyang appearing on the wilderness, heading straight for their Clan Division.

"The Xiaoyang are moving south!"

"Great Elder, Great Elder, what do we do? What do we do!"

A group of Celestial Vein Realm martial artists, looking at the Xiaoyang army in the distance causing the earth to tremble, became momentarily panicked.

Although there had been rumors of Xiaoyang moving south, after all, over a thousand people could only attack some small tribes.

Besides, since the Ji Land Three Divisions issued the alert, each division had already gone to investigate Ji Land.

It was known that the Ji Land Three Divisions defeated the Xiaoyang, though the Ji Land Three Divisions also suffered heavy losses, migrating to recuperate, but the Xiaoyang should have long lost the strength to move south.

The scattered Xiaoyang in Ji Land were just a group of disorderly soldiers.

A group of defeated Xiaoyang martial artists, even if moving south, were no different from bandits in the wilderness.

Is it possible that the Xiaoyang, who could be defeated by Ji Land’s horse slaves and barbarians, cannot be defeated by the tribes south of Ji Land?

Therefore, when the Zhenjiang Bo Division learned that the Lishui Division was selecting the next Clan Leader, they wholeheartedly sought to take Lishui and had no time to deal with any remaining Xiaoyang soldiers.

At this moment, seeing a group of Xiaoyang Race Soldiers charging towards them, the Great Elder of the Zhenjiang shouted.

"Fight through, return to the tribe, inside the clan is the Mountain Guardian Ancestor, the mere leftover Xiaoyang soldiers will soon scatter."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Unfortunately, the Great Elder shouted too late.

Even as the group debated, the attacking Xiaoyang hurled wooden spears all at once.

The densely packed wooden spears immediately killed more than a dozen people.

From those remaining, seeing the Xiaoyang about to surround them, they quickly lost their courage and urged their mounts to run.

"Follow me and break through!"

The Great Elder, having seen the world, drove the chariot forward.

However, the closer they got to the Clan Land, the more Xiaoyang there were. When they saw the Clan Division, they saw a dense wave-like Xiaoyang rush into the Clan Land.

Within the Clan Land, a massive, black wild beast, bloody and roaring, was present.

The whole Clan Land was already in flames, with clansmen fleeing everywhere, unable to organize an effective defense.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the Mountain Guardian Hound, protecting the tribe, roared unwillingly and fell heavily to the ground.

The Great Elder hastily turned the chariot, rushing towards the outside.

"I’ll summon the Clan Soldiers from other divisions, summon the vassal tribe soldiers to save the tribe!"

"Go request aid from the Jishan Bo Division, damn Jishan, didn’t you defeat the Xiaoyang? Why didn’t you kill them all!"

...

Wuwuwu!

As the Great Elder drove the chariot away, some Xiaoyang wanted to pursue.

But they were quickly called back by the horn, rushing into the Zhenjiang Bo Division.

"Feast, after we eat, we’ll continue south!"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Having suffered a major defeat in Ji Land, living in fear in the mountains and forests for more than two years, the Xiaoyang were once again incited to beastliness.

The previous fear was covered by the great victory in invading the Human Race Bo Division.

Everywhere were the sounds of Xiaoyang laughing and roaring, capturing humans one by one, stuffing them into their mouths.

Before nightfall, the Xiaoyang that breached the Zhenjiang Bo Division had already completely destroyed the entire Bo Tribe Territory, igniting blazing flames.

Then, they charged towards the next tribe.

"We will turn this area into our hunting ground before the humans react!"

Muo Feilong led the Xiaoyang east, ignoring the stragglers along the way.

To become Muo Yan Vein Master, it must show its prowess.

Its goal is simple: to swiftly crush the major tribes of the Human Race within tens of thousands of miles in the junction area of Luo Region, Yu Region, and Sha Region.

If the Human Race realizes and the tribes unite to hunt it down, the devastated mountains and wildlands of tens of thousands of miles would become a new ’Ji Land’ war zone.

By then, dispersing all Xiaoyang under its command would mean that even if the Human Race expends ten times the force to scour it, they might not annihilate all Xiaoyang.

...

In the following half a year, the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers led by Muo Feilong swept across the junction of the Luo, Yu, and Sha Regions.

The Zhenjiang Bo Division and its subordinate Lishui, Cloud Copper, Fushui, and other upper-class tribes were either destroyed or heavily damaged.

Southward, they even reached the central part of the Yu Region.

In the Central Yu area, various tribes formed a coalition army, with the Bi Fang Bo Division contributing a large amount of military armor for support.

However, as the Xiaoyang Race constantly harassed them, dozens of ’past its prime’ Bo Divisions and upper-class tribe soldiers collapsed before a decisive battle.

When the coalition forces of several dozen divisions scattered, Xiaoyang chose several to defeat, causing the other tribal soldiers to panic and flee.

After the battle, Muo Feilong selected fifty thousand elite troops from three hundred thousand tribe soldiers, reorganizing the remaining two hundred thousand into dozens of units, personally teaching them dispersed combat techniques to harass various Human Race tribes.

In an instant, the mention of Xiaoyang brought fear across Luo, Yu, and Sha Regions.

...

In a Stone Hall deep within the Jishan Clan Land, Lord Jishan, while recovering from injuries, looked at the intelligence reports coming from the south.

His lips moved, unsure how to curse.

After clearly informing them that Xiaoyang intended to go south,

he felt his blood surge and couldn’t focus on recovery, taking three days to regain composure and meditate again.

Blazing Flame Race Territory.

Ancestral Temple.

The magnificent hall standing at the center of the mountains, overlooking all directions, had Temple Guards standing solemn and upright outside.

Inside the Ancestral Temple, the Clan Leader’s roar echoed.

"Are they all worthless!"

"Even a coalition of tribes, like a million pigs rooting, should be able to root out this group of Xiaoyang!"

Inside the Ancestral Temple, Huo Chang roared.

Shen Can, meanwhile, was polishing the Sacrificial Artifact.

"It seems the Jishan Bo Division has really protected these people too well over the years; apart from internal strife, they have nothing else to do."

Seeing Shen Can remain silent, Huo Chang couldn’t contain himself.

He stamped his feet in frustration, pacing back and forth in the Ancestral Temple.

"Damn it, Xiaoyang even learned our combat techniques, dispersing their forces for long-range assaults, hitting and running!"

"Am I not aiding Xiaoyang against my own kin!"

Shen Can put down the soft fur in his hand, looking at Huo Chang, "Clan Leader, you are a Horse Slave, Barbarian."

Huo Chang: "..."

"Damn it!"

After cursing, Huo Chang hurried out of the Ancestral Temple.

Subsequently, Shen Can checked the time and also left the Ancestral Temple.

In a grand hall at the base of the mountain, over two hundred figures filled the seats, each one a Wizard.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper!"

Seeing Shen Can enter, everyone stood and saluted.

"Be seated."

Shen Can walked to the elevated platform at the front of the hall and looked at everyone present.

"In three days, you will head to various settlements for duties. I have prepared some items for you."

Saying this, Shen Can lightly tapped the Witch Pouch, and items flew out one by one.

There was a stone bowl, a wooden ruler, a Blazing Flame Atlas, and nine different sacrificial copper items.

"After you take office, you must unify measurements, frequently recount the deeds of clan people, teach clan people about sacrifices, and select new Witch disciples for the Witch Hall."

Over the past year, Shen Can and Huo Chang completed a new round of reform in the Clan Division.

Gathering more than three million tribe members in the Clan Land was unrealistic; without enough grain production and prey, long-term survival and reproduction would be difficult.

Therefore, settlement points were established in convenient locations within three thousand miles around the Clan Mountain.

Similar to the initial stages when gathering points were set along the Great Marsh.

Large gathering points were overseen by Celestial Vein Sixth Layer and Seventh Layer Martial Artists; smaller ones by Celestial Vein Fourth Layer and Fifth Layer guardians.

These Wizards were dispatched to various gathering points as Witch Priests, responsible for education and sacrifices.