Planning the Sunken Ship, Ling Yu Manual Categories

When Huo Tang and Shen Can heard Wu Zhiqi say this, they both thought of the ironwood ship fragments.

"Three sunken ships, one sank in the great marsh, one sank on the road not far from the Ling Yu, and another should be near you."

"I can take you to find the location of the nearby sunken ship."

Upon hearing this, Shen Can stirred the honey in the jar again.

"I told you, what are you doing?"

Seeing Shen Can's actions, Wu Zhiqi was startled.

Shen Can remained silent and reached out to smear some honey on Wu Zhiqi.

The ironwood ship fragments did indeed confirm that there was a sunken ship nearby.

But he didn't believe that Wu Zhiqi knew the exact location of the sunken ship.

A banished person, imprisoned within the tribe.

The road of exile was thousands of miles long, with raging floods and overlapping mountains.

Wu Zhiqi was either locked in a cage or in a ship's cabin, at most he heard the Ling Yu tribesmen say that a ship had sunk.

Therefore, this guy just wanted to get out.

Being able to capture Wu Zhiqi was Wu Zhiqi's own bad luck.

The two great means of summoning plague worms and desolate beasts were all used on Wu Zhiqi without any waste.

If Wu Zhiqi were to truly escape, the tribe would face endless sneak attacks.

Blazing Flame would not be able to withstand even occasional attacks on the tribe.

For a moment, the cave fell silent.

The eerie silence frightened Wu Zhiqi.

"I'll say it, I'll say it. I don't know the location of the ship that sank on the road ahead, but I know where the one that sank in the great marsh is."

"You're lying to me, the great marsh is vast, how could you remember where the ship sank?"

"It's true, I followed for a while after being banished and personally saw where the ship sank."

"You're lying to me again, is the Ling Yu tribe so rich and powerful that they just abandon sunken ships?"

Wu Zhiqi hurriedly explained, "The great marsh had monstrous waves, there was no chance to salvage, they were all beaten into..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

In the vast great marsh, the water flowed endlessly from west to east. How could shattered fragments fall to the bottom of the water and stay still?

As for the people who fell into the water, did you think the water beasts ate grass?

Wu Zhiqi was terrified. He felt that all the means of survival he wanted to use were useless.

"I know witchcraft, I know witchcraft."

Shen Can glanced at Huo Tang, then grabbed a jar of Mafeisan from the side, pinched Wu Zhiqi's nose, and poured it in.

This guy was naturally going to be killed, but before he could be squeezed dry, it was better to let him sleep for a while longer.

After all, once he died, he would never wake up again.

"A Can, will this work?"

Huo Tang was a little worried, "What if he dies."

"He won't die."

Shen Can said, in fact, he felt that most of the secrets on Wu Zhiqi had probably been squeezed out.

Sacrificial artifacts, martial arts, even in witchcraft, which he was best at, he probably didn't know much.

If a banished person truly mastered the core witchcraft of the tribe, he would likely have been executed before even leaving.

Shen Can planned to repeatedly interrogate these questions over the next few days.

After he had squeezed out everything, he would throw him into the dung pit.

After simply stopping Wu Zhiqi's bleeding and arranging for Huo Kui to guard the cave, Shen Can and Huo Tang entered Huo Xian's ear canal.

Inside the ear canal.

Shen Can recorded on the beast skin scroll.

Huo Tang sat cross-legged nearby, his brows furrowed at times and then relaxed.

After a long time.

Shen Can sorted out Wu Zhiqi's words, and Huo Xian eagerly began to read them.

"A Can, how credible do you think this person's words are?"

Shen Can sensed a sense of gain and loss, as well as a state similar to confusion, from Huo Tang.

The information extracted from Wu Zhiqi's mouth was far more than expected.

These things might be common knowledge among the Ling Yu, but separated by mountains and rivers, what they lacked was this kind of knowledge.

"Ah Can, what's Ah Shan's current level of Qi, is it possible for him to reach seventy-two Desolate Power?"

Before Shen Can could answer the previous question, Huo Tang spoke again.

He now felt that Shen Can, as the Temple Guardian, was indeed more farsighted than himself, the tribal chief.

It was absolutely the right decision to stop Huo Shan from soaking in beast blood to advance to Heavenly Meridian back then.

"Uncle Huo Shan has the possibility of reaching seventy-two Desolate Power, but Uncle Huo Qi does not."

"One is enough, I'm not picky, we'll take it slow," Huo Tang chuckled.

"It seems I'll have to pay more attention to Huo Shan in the future."

At this moment, Shen Can saw the deep affection for Huo Shan on Huo Tang's face.

Beside them, Huo Xian sighed after finishing reading the beast hide scroll, "Sacrificial vessels, Martial Arts, Witchcraft, we don't have any of these."

"We will have them eventually," Huo Tang's gaze was firm. "Tomorrow, I'll look for Shi Fu and the others. They are survivors from tribes near the marshland, let's see if there's any news about sunken ships in the water.

However, I think the chances of finding anything are very slim. With the torrential floods, who knows where the broken ships have been swept away by the water.

Since we found fragments of an ironwood ship nearby, let's start searching from this one."

Huo Tang spoke, his target now set on the ironwood ship near the tribe.

"Old tribal elder, Ah Can, do you remember when the mountain flood had just passed, how the Shanghuang Tribe's Huang Shi came to our door twice, demanding the whereabouts of the ironwood ship fragments?

It's been so long since the plague passed, and we haven't seen anyone from the Shanghuang Tribe.

I initially thought they might have been severely injured and were recuperating, or perhaps they looked down on the small tribes in our vicinity.

Is it possible now that the main strength of the Shanghuang Tribe is all searching for this sunken ship?

It's been so long since the flood, perhaps the Shanghuang Tribe has already found more fragments."

As he spoke, Huo Tang's eyes sharpened, "If this continues, we and the Shanghuang Tribe will inevitably have a battle sooner or later."

Huo Tang's thoughts were far-reaching. If Blazing Flame hadn't developed, this battle would naturally not have occurred.

They could have just cowered and kowtowed to them, perhaps even being captured as slaves.

But now that Blazing Flame had developed significantly, a distance of three thousand li could not accommodate two tribes developing simultaneously.

"No, I'll go check near the Shanghuang Tribe tomorrow."

Returning to his ear cave, Shen Can lay down.

"Sacrificial vessel?"

He could sense the small tripod within his body with a calm perception, but sensing it was one thing, he couldn't summon it at all.

It seemed to be just a flexible mark within his flesh and blood.

His sacrificial vessel absorbed the Lifespan of sacrifices, it could protect his body, nourish his spirit, and derive Martial Arts.

The sacrificial vessel that Wu Zhiqi mentioned was a vessel for storing ancestral power.

Furthermore, sacrificial vessels needed to be maintained through yearly sacrifices, and when used, the Temple Guardian needed to communicate with it. It was more like a tribe's trump card.

After failing to mobilize the small tripod within his body, Shen Can recalled Wu Zhiqi's words intermittently.

"Sacrificial vessel, ancestral power, if the tribe has no strong individuals, having a sacrificial vessel is useless for now."

"What kind of special mineral deposit stores ancestral power? Could it be that martial artists poured their blood and energy into the sacrificial vessel before they died?"

Shen Can didn't doubt Wu Zhiqi's words about not knowing the sacrificial vessel's materials.

It wouldn't be normal for an exile to know the production materials of the tribe's most secret items.

As he mumbled to himself, dawn broke.

Shen Can got up and began to serve the ancestors.

Meanwhile, within the tribe, activity had begun before dawn.

Huo Tang led people away from the tribe under the cover of night, taking the hundred-person hunting team of Huo Yu, along with over a dozen agile tribesmen serving as scouts and messengers.

After sweeping the Ancestral Temple, Shen Can entered the cave where Wu Zhiqi was being held.

Huo Kui sat opposite Wu Zhiqi, his eyes wide open.

Wu Zhiqi had not yet woken up.

"Uncle Huo Kui, you should rest."

"Ah Can, I'm not tired. He hasn't moved all night."

Shen Can reached for Wu Zhiqi's arm.

"Aoo..."

Wu Zhiqi was forcibly awakened.

"Tell me, what witchcraft can create a connection with the witchcraft diagrams carved on the ironwood ship?"

The ironwood ship had sunk, and its broken fragments would be scattered over a vast area, making them difficult to find.

Wu Zhiqi, still in pain, immediately reacted.

Here it comes, yesterday he acted like he didn't care about witchcraft, turns out he was playing hard to get.

Once he got a chance to escape, he would definitely retaliate a thousandfold for the pain he endured.

"Aooo!"

Before Wu Zhiqi could gloat, Shen Can began his torture.

He discovered that this mutated merman from the Ling Yu Tribe, despite being a shaman, had a very powerful physique.

Whether Wu Zhiqi spoke or not wouldn't change the final outcome; at worst, he'd directly deduce it. Coming to Wu Zhiqi was just to save some Lifespan.

"I'll tell you, the Ling Yu Water Manipulation Manual's artifact forging chapter has the Spirit Response Art, witch runes..."

"Hoo hoo!"

Wu Zhiqi spoke quickly, gasping in pain.

"I can teach you."

A little over half an hour later.

Shen Can returned to his ear-hole shop and spread out the beast skin scroll to begin writing.

Through Wu Zhiqi's account, the Ling Yu Manual was a complete encyclopedia of witchcraft.

It contained numerous categories such as the Witchcraft chapter (combat), Witchcraft Talismans chapter, Hunting chapter, Weapon Enchantment chapter, Spirit Plant Cultivation chapter, and Plague Treatment chapter.

Since the founding of the Ling Yu Tribe, generations of shamans had continuously expanded and compiled it.

It was no wonder that small tribes struggled to survive while large tribes stood firm like mountains; the difference was too vast.

He had only deduced a few witch runes, yet they had already mastered combining them and compiled them into the 'Ling Yu Grand Codex'.

Due to the numerous categories, the shamans of the Ling Yu Tribe would further subdivide their cultivation based on their individual circumstances.

Some specialized in crafting talismans, some in farming, and some in enchanting artifacts, truly applying their skills to every corner of the tribe.

For instance, before his mutation, Wu Zhiqi had practiced the witchcraft combat chapter. He just hadn't expected to mutate while cultivating.