Everyone Being Good Is Truly Good (Seeking Follow-ups)

Five thousand li east of the Blazing Flame Tribe lies a great marsh named Da Ye Marsh, inhabited by a strange fish with one head and ten bodies, its cry resembling a dog's bark.

The strange fish from Da Ye Marsh appeared outside the tribe's territory. Clearly, the flood had reached the marsh, allowing the strange fish to swim upstream.

Upon hearing it was only a Rank 2 strange fish, the tribesmen in the various caves breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since corpses had floated down during the flood, everyone in the tribe, except the children, had been anxious, fearing the sudden appearance of terrifying beasts.

The disasters in the Great Wilderness were completely unpredictable; no one knew when they would strike.

Fear of the unknown was already present, and coupled with their own insufficient strength, the fear intensified.

Shen Can felt the same.

There was only one reason for his wild thoughts: a lack of confidence.

He truly feared a Rank 3 beast appearing and not giving him time to develop.

Soon, the tribe became busy. Tribesmen took out pieces of beast meat and delivered them to the Rank 1 Mountain Opening Realm tribesmen waiting by the shore.

A Rank 2 strange fish was the best gift the Blazing Flame Tribe had received from the continuous heavy rains.

Rank 2 beast blood was also a necessary resource for advancing to the Rank 1 Mountain Opening Realm. The tribe had not produced a new Mountain Opening Realm warrior in several years.

After discovering the strange fish, Huo Tang immediately ordered the tribesmen to hunt it.

For humans to survive in the Great Wilderness, besides martial arts, they also relied on the skillful use of tools and cooperation.

This was at least very effective when hunting beasts below Rank 3.

Huo Shan and the others threw the beast meat into the raging water.

The floodwaters were swift, and the beast meat was immediately swept away as soon as it was thrown in.

The crowd did not stop.

"Woof..."

Finally, another sound like a dog's bark echoed in the floodwaters.

From the murky flood, a completely black strange fish leaped out.

Its bloated, conjoined body was round, like many fish bodies stuck together.

"Splash!"

Its mouth, the size of a millstone, swallowed the falling beast meat in one gulp, and the floodwaters poured down through its mouth.

"Throw more!"

Seeing this, the tribesmen on the shore threw more beast meat, luring the strange fish closer.

"Shoot!"

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

When the strange fish was less than thirty feet from the shore, hooked spears pierced its body.

Rumble!

Without giving the strange fish a chance to struggle, it was flung out of the floodwaters and slammed heavily against the mountainside.

Upon landing, the strange fish's tail slapped against the rocks, making a booming sound like thunder. Beast blood gushed from where it had been pierced.

"Quick, catch it! Don't waste this fish blood."

Shen Can hadn't clearly seen the action, but the sight of the bloated strange fish caught his eye. It was indeed enormous.

It felt like a dead end, and he thought he would have to wait until the rain stopped, but unexpectedly, food was being delivered.

A strange fish of the Mountain Opening Realm, who knew how long it would live.

The strange fish was quickly dragged into the ancestral temple.

Outside the cave, a crowd of people, big and small, was packed together.

To show respect for the Rank 2 beast, Shen Can had already smoothed his hemp clothes, making preliminary preparations before his shift.

"Master, let me!"

Seeing Huo Xian walk towards the wooden rack where the blood vessels and Luan Knives were placed, Shen Can quickly spoke up.

Just like last time, the strange fish was held down fiercely by the tribesmen.

However, the warriors holding down the strange fish were stronger this time, all being Rank 2 warriors from the tribe.

His confidence in piercing the Rank 2 strange fish came from this; he had tribesmen to help him.

In fact, it would have been the same if his master, Huo Xian, had done it. Huo Xian was a warrior of the Stone Splitter Realm in his youth, but as he aged, his Blood Essence had long since declined.

Therefore, every time the tribe hunted a formidable prey, the tribesmen would hold it down first, allowing Huo Xian to make the move.

"Little A'Can, you're really becoming the temple's go-to guy."

"Pierce it boldly, Uncle won't let go."

"The ancestors are watching, everyone be quiet."

Huo Xian followed behind Shen Can, quieting the tribesmen who were about to speak.

"A'Can, let's begin."

Shen Can nodded.

Then, he froze.

Drawing mystic symbols with beast ears.

Excuse me, where are the fish ears?

Jumping straight into the main part without experience is no good.

"The position of the bones on either side of the fish's head is the fish's inner ear," Huo Xian, who had been following him, said.

With his master backing him up, Shen Can jumped onto the strange fish's skull and located the inner ear.

A strong fishy smell flooded his nostrils, almost making him fall headfirst. Huo Xian, who was watching from the side, showed a tense expression.

When he became a temple shaman, he only started handling the offerings of second-order desolate beasts after presiding over sacrifices for more than two years. Shen Can had only been with him for a little over half a month at most.

The more powerful the desolate beast, the stronger its aura. Shen Can gritted his teeth and used the beast blood from the blood vessel as ink, sketching on the fish's head.

Why struggle? You're being taken.

He chanted.

"Sacrifice, fat and tender, offerings abundant and prepared."

The strange fish's bones and scales were tough. Fortunately, its lower jaw was quite prominent. Shen Can, holding the Luan Knife, put all his strength into it.

"Pfft!"

The strange fish's blood gushed out, filling the blood vessel.

[Sacrifice Master seizes offering: Second-order Great Wilderness variant bloodline He Luo Fish, lifespan 370 years]

As the Luan Knife pierced in, a thought flashed through Shen Can's mind.

Then, the He Luo Fish, which had been struggling violently, reduced its struggle.

After drawing blood, it was time to cut up the strange fish meat.

Unlike the last time they dissected a Stone Splitter Kui, this time the tribesmen brought stone troughs to collect all the strange fish blood, filling three stone troughs.

The Mountain Opening Realm martial artists who had held down the strange fish looked at the fish blood in the stone troughs with burning eyes.

Shen Can was very familiar with this look; he used to stare at first-order beast blood like this.

"Once I've prepared the medicinal herbs, we can use them for soaking."

Huo Xian spoke, drawing everyone's attention away from the stone troughs.

Beast blood was violent. Before each soaking, a portion of medicinal herbs had to be added to neutralize it. Although the effect was minimal, every bit of reduction could potentially lead to someone's success.

It was almost dawn by the time the entire second-order strange fish was dissected.

Most of this second-order meat was for the second-order martial artists, and a portion would be left for the first-order martial artists. As for the ordinary tribesmen, they hardly got any.

Even a strange fish of this size, ten zhang long, wouldn't last the Blazing Flame Tribe, with its thirteen Mountain Opening Realm martial artists, for many days. It was one of the few resources that could enhance their strength.

The sacrificial meat offered to the ancestors also attracted tribesmen who sought it.

However, this time it wasn't the children of the tribe, but the Stone Splitter Realm martial artists within the tribe, as well as some tribesmen preparing to advance to the Stone Splitter Realm, including A'Yu.

As the temple shaman, Shen Can chose a part with abundant Blood Essence for A'Yu.

After distributing the meat, Shen Can intended to go back and continue deducing the Kui Ox Fist. He saw that the candlelight in the eastern ear cave was still flickering, and the wrinkles on Huo Xian's forehead had piled up like mountains.

Three piles of medicinal herbs were placed on the stone table, prepared to neutralize the violent aura of the beast blood.

This was a recipe passed down from their ancestors.

Huo Xian's brows were tightly furrowed.

As the tribe's shamanic physician, one of the things he wanted to do most was to improve the neutralizing medicinal formula and reduce the explosive nature of the beast blood.

"Jade Marrow Orchid, Bodhi Lotus Seed, Mountain Core Soil..."

Shen Can took out the pottery jars, preparing to store the three types of medicinal herbs separately.

"Wait a moment, let me think again."

Huo Xian took out a portion of the Mountain Core Soil from one of the medicinal herbs, but then shook his head and put it back.

The formula for the neutralizing herbs was the result of years of experimentation by the tribe. Second-order beast blood was hard to come by, and any rash changes could potentially inflict more severe injuries on the tribesmen soaking in the beast blood, leading to losses among the tribe's Mountain Opening Realm martial artists.

Every time he prepared the beast blood, Huo Xian was very conflicted, hesitating for decades.

Seeing this, Shen Can didn't disturb Huo Xian any further. He quietly stood in a corner.

"Blazing Flame Tribe's Mountain Opening Realm beast blood neutralization shamanic medicine formula, deduce."

Integrating the memories of this life, Shen Can understood very well.

If the Blazing Flame Tribe prospered, he could prosper too.

Quietly improving the tribe's strength, once there were more martial artists in the tribe, they would naturally hunt more desolate beasts. This was a mutually beneficial process.

If the tribe couldn't hold on, how could there be any eggs left after the nest was overturned?

Besides, the tribesmen are all good people.

Improving the tribesmen's strength is equivalent to increasing my own security level. This is something that must be done.

Ancestors, please bless me and don't let me die prematurely.

Inside the illusory Three-Legged Sacrificial Cauldron within his body, the small figure reappeared. This time, instead of practicing martial arts, he sat in contemplation, deep in thought.

[Having just entered the path of Shamanic Medicine, your ambition soars. You chose a second-tier Shamanic Medicine prescription to study, intending to improve it. You buried yourself in research for ten years, and with great dedication, you authored your own improved version.]

[The tribesmen used it, and all perished. Their deaths were gruesome, as if boiled alive, their fragrant aroma wafting, a sight too terrible to behold.]

[Thirteen years later, you modified a prescription into a beneficial one. The tribesmen used it and none were left whole.]

[Another fifteen years passed, and you, having fallen into madness, consumed your own self-authored prescription and died.]