Tribe Rank, Ancestor Cracked Again (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

If Shang Huang was the minor overlord near the Blazing Flame Tribe, making the Blazing Flame Tribe a bit intimidated.

Then the Ling Yu Tribe was merely a name they'd heard, with no idea what they looked like. Those people were too proud to even bother coming to their region.

This map had been left behind since the tribe was founded.

Saying the Ling Yu Tribe was ten thousand miles away was actually a guess.

They didn't know the exact distance, only that such an incredibly powerful tribe existed, and they were referred to using terms for the Upper Tribe.

After a long while, Shen Can finally understood. It turned out the most formidable group within the tribe now relied on guesswork.

One thing that wasn't guesswork, however, was that the tribes genuinely had a hierarchy.

The Blazing Flame and Shang Huang were collectively called Lower Wilderness Tribes.

They had no witchcraft spells, no cultivation methods, and no significant tribal treasures – a tribe lacking everything.

Above the Lower Rank, there seemed to be an Upper Rank, and above that, distinctions like Marquis and Earl, which apparently corresponded to higher Martial Arts realms.

But the tribe had no more detailed records or inheritances.

They spent all their days just trying to survive in the Great Wilderness; as long as they could live, that was enough. Developing further was something they only dared to dream about.

Look at how exhausted Huo Tang had become.

The Great Wilderness was rampant with disasters, making survival difficult for humans. Shen Can somewhat understood why there were distinctions between Upper and Lower tribes.

Tribes like the Blazing Flame were weak, but there were powerful ones.

He ate meager rations in the Blazing Flame Tribe, but that didn't stop others in the tribe from feasting on delicacies like dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

Since powerful tribes existed, a hierarchical order of subordination naturally developed to maintain the authority of those powerful tribes.

Even if the ancestors in those powerful tribes didn't care, their descendants would eventually bestow honorific titles upon themselves, elevating their own status and rank.

Though the Great Wilderness was primitive, sacrifices and esteemed artifacts had long been established.

The few gathered in the Ancestral Temple couldn't come to a consensus. Dawn was fast approaching.

"First, hide this in the Ancestral Temple."

Third-Order Iron Wood was a valuable item. If it could be forged into Iron Wood weapons and distributed to the tribe's warriors, their strength would significantly increase.

It was just that the tribe's methods made forging it quite difficult.

At this moment, Shen Can finally realized that at the end of the cave, behind the divine altar, behind the collapsed earth and stones that looked like a cave-in, there was another hole leading downwards.

Huo Shan didn't summon other tribesmen; he just started digging away the earth and stones. He dug more than fifteen feet deep before revealing a small hole.

"A-Can, you absolutely cannot speak of this. The tribesmen are fond of gossip. If anyone overhears, it will spread throughout the entire tribe."

After blocking the cave entrance, Shen Can also received a warning from Huo Xian.

It was practically saying there were too many gossips within the tribe.

"Master, I understand."

Shen Can wasn't particularly curious about what was hidden inside the cave. The Ancestral Temple was his domain; he would eventually see it sooner or later.

Seeing that dawn was breaking, everyone dispersed.

Shen Can began sweeping the Ancestral Temple, and also cleaned up the debris and dirt left from moving the broken stones.

After finishing, he went to the cave entrance to catch his breath.

If this rain continued, he wasn't sure if the tribe's reserves could hold out.

Even the Third-Order great ship was damaged. He felt that their tribal chief, Huo Tang, definitely wouldn't be as resilient as Iron Wood.

"Thinking too much won't help anyway."

After taking a breath, Shen Can went back. If the crisis that could destroy the Third-Order Iron Wood ship truly arrived, the Blazing Flame Tribe wouldn't be able to withstand it.

If such a disaster really occurred, thinking more wouldn't change anything.

It was better to focus on the present and figure out how to deduce the medicinal formula for preventing plagues.

If the deduction was more effective, allowing the Blazing Flame Tribe to survive, and other surrounding tribes suffered some disaster, the Blazing Flame Tribe could annex and grow.

After a disaster, they would develop.

The statement sounded a bit awkward, and Shen Can also felt it was awkward.

But the probability of this scenario occurring was still there.

Currently, he had fifteen years of lifespan left for deductions. No strange fish had appeared in the flood, so he approached the divine altar.

"Ancestors, please manifest! Don't you want to eat fish?"

"If you want to eat, quickly manifest. Stop sending any more broken ships and severed limbs. Look how frightened the tribal chief is."

Five days later.

Shen Can already possessed Three Desolate Powers. The beast blood in the blood goblet was running low, so he added some water and crushed bone powder, then stirred it again.

It looked almost the same as the remaining amount.

Anyway, it's all for smearing on the stone drum. The ancestors don't like to eat it, so we'll make do.

Sweeping, eating, practicing martial arts, and studying the Witch Doctor's inheritance – this is Shen Can's daily life.

These past few days, he noticed that the tribe leader also went out frequently. Compared to warriors in the Mountain Opening Realm, those in the Celestial Meridian Realm had opened up celestial meridians within their bodies, and their vital energy transformed into blood energy that could cover their entire bodies.

They could even float on water and leap to another mountaintop.

Two days later, a Mottled Python was dragged into the Ancestral Temple.

This was a First-Order Desolate Beast. The moment Shen Can saw it, he was stunned again.

"Damn it, where are the snake's ears!"

Seeking advice online.

The Mottled Python was sixty feet long and as thick as a water bucket. It was brought back by Huo Tang, who had gone out, and was beaten until it was barely alive.

[Sacrificial Host plundered 87 years of lifespan from a First-Order Mottled Python desolate beast]

In the evening, Shen Can ate snake soup. The broth and meat made him feel warm all over.

Apart from the snake meat used for sacrifices, the rest was divided and sent to various caves, where tribesmen began processing it.

Most of it was used for storage.

[Sacrificial Host plundered 57 years of lifespan from a First-Order Partridge Cloud Harrier]

Inside the Ancestral Temple, Shen Can withdrew his Luan Knife from the neck of the withered desolate harrier.

It still had to be the tribe leader; he could bring back living creatures every few days with just one move.

The mountains around the tribe had been cleared by the tribe a month before the flood appeared. Any sporadic desolate beasts that were washed up the mountain afterward were immediately captured.

To obtain prey, one had to travel further away from the tribe.

Within the entire tribe, only Huo Tang had the ability to travel far.

He was likely scared by the appearance of the Iron Wood boat fragments, otherwise Huo Tang wouldn't have risked venturing out repeatedly.

The desolate beasts were brought back incidentally while scouting.

[Lifespan: 159]

Looking at the desolate beast lifespan he had accumulated, Shen Can felt that it should be enough to preliminarily deduce the plague formula related to the tribe.

After nearly two months of cultivation, he was no longer a blind Witch Doctor; he had already memorized everything passed down in the tribe.

The Blazing Flame Tribe had three methods to guard against the plague: one was burning medicinal herbs, another was having the elderly and children wear medicinal pouches, and the most important was drinking the medicinal soup.

As for killing the plague worms, the main force was the tribe's warriors.

[Deducing Blazing Flame Tribe Plague Worm Medicinal Formula]

[You have invested 100 years of lifespan to deduce the medicinal formula, wanting to replicate the previous scene of deducing Kui Ox Fist]

"Master, the ancestor has cracked again."

Two days later, on a morning when Huo Xian was sleeping soundly, Shen Can woke Huo Xian up.

Huo Tang also arrived, his face showing obvious fatigue.

This time, it wasn't the previously repaired blank shrine that cracked, but the ancestral tablet of a tribal ancestor named 'Huan'.

Huo Xian held the ancient beast-skin scroll, pulled from Huan's cracked ancestral tablet, with both hands.

Of course, it was ancient.

This beast skin was a blank piece that Shen Can had specifically found from the beast-skin scrolls stored by Huo Xian.

"Zhuosheng Grass, Hou Po Wood, Zhi Mu, Huang Qin... this is a medicinal formula for treating plagues. The number and proportion of herbs are slightly different."

Huo Xian was very excited.

Huo Tang repeatedly examined the ancestral tablet of Ancestor 'Huan' in his hand. The continuous heavy rain made it very damp.

Ancestral tablets were made of wood, and they would have grown mold long ago if not for the daily care.

Wooden ancestral tablets would crack when dry. How could they keep cracking in such a damp environment?

Huo Tang looked at Shen Can.

Shen Can was looking at the other ancestral tablets, appearing very eager to take them all down and explore them.

Seeing this, Huo Tang withdrew his gaze.

He placed the ancestral tablet on the altar.

It seemed the ancestors had truly manifested.