A Fine Sacrifice

Night had fallen.

The wizards weren't asleep, and neither was Ma Lingbai.

He carried a large vat of water to the backyard of the Witch of Wide Ears and poured it over her from head to toe.

They are a rare and unusual species in the tribe of Horse-Faced Jufu.

His hair, eyebrows, and beard were all snow-white, with strong hair roots, but he didn't have much body hair anywhere else on his body.

After the water flowed over his entire body, not many water droplets were left on his distinctly shaped body.

With a little pressure, his skin, like a lotus leaf, allowed the water droplets to flow smoothly.

Since sensing the presence of the God of Vengeance and receiving blessings several times, the hundreds of old scars on his body have all disappeared.

His skin was so radiant that he sometimes wondered if it was too fragile.

However, when he really exerts his strength, the thick skin becomes somewhat translucent, and that tough and resilient feeling is revealed.

It was stronger than his previous skin, which was covered in calluses and scars.

The large vat was carelessly tossed aside and smashed to pieces.

Ma Lingbai touched his arm, remembering the witch.

The witch of the Broad Ears Clan has such a flexible body.

In particular, she is quite strong, and among the females she owns, she is very suitable to be a long-term partner.

Unfortunately, due to racial differences, they are basically unable to have children.

Otherwise, after the God of Vengeance and the God of Flowing Waves cooperate...

The child of Ma Lingbai and the witch Guang'er is very likely to become the leader after the two forces are united in the future.

"But the Liubo Tribe is already extinct, and the Broad Ears Clan, after all, is not of the bloodline of the God of Flowing Waves, while my bloodline can continue to grow."

"If my bloodline completely surpasses Guang'er's, perhaps I can get her to give birth to a pure Horse-Faced child?"

Ma Lingbai revealed a savage smile and stomped his foot.

The power of the supernatural force traveled from the ground to the wall, and from the surface of the wall, a fist made of rock extended outwards.

When!!

The iron bar leaning against the wall was sent flying by this punch.

Ma Lingbai caught the iron rod, as thick as a child's arm, with one hand. With this sudden stop, both ends swayed slightly.

With white hair under the moonlight, his figure twisted and turned, and he began to use the force swaying on the iron rod to perform a set of staff techniques.

The buzzing sound was indistinguishable from the vibration of the iron rod or the force of the airflow being pulled.

The sticks swung and pounded, sweeping and churning the people along with the sticks.

The entire courtyard was filled with the hazy shadows of sticks.

A strong wind howled, causing the walls and beams to tremble slightly, and the tiles to rattle.

Those fresh fragments of the large vat were once again swept up by the strong wind.

With just a sweep of the stick, not even a cracking sound could be heard; instead, countless snow-like fragments danced in the air.

The shadows of sticks that filled the courtyard vanished in an instant.

Ma Lingbai held his stick to the sky, his movements deliberate and focused.

At that moment, several streaks of snow-white powder floated in mid-air, resembling three or four floating pythons.

The stick suddenly moved, tracing the path of all the snow powder.

All the powder was stuck to the stick with a strong force.

BOOM!!

With a flick of the long stick, a white line pierced through the thick wall, creating a large hole.

The powder, still burning, traveled thirty paces further, leaving the bark of a large tree speckled with smudges.

The tree swayed and broke off from the area where the powder particles were most concentrated.

Ma Lingbai hoisted his long staff onto his shoulder, his eyes brimming with lust.

I still remember when I was a child, other Horse-Faced liked to use knives or wooden sticks wrapped with iron, but he insisted on using heavy weapons made of pure iron.

When practicing with a staff, smashing trees and breaking rocks, he would often crack his tiger's mouth (the area between his thumb and forefinger). Later, the calluses on his tiger's mouth accumulated and became harder than iron.

The deformed calluses on his tiger's mouth have now disappeared, but his muscles and bones are so strong that he can still control the iron rod no matter how much it vibrates back and forth.

Ma Lingbai doesn't practice witchcraft; he only cultivates supernatural abilities related to his muscles and bones, yet he has become so powerful that he is invincible within the tribe.

After sweeping through several tribes, the mountains could no longer satisfy his desires.

There were no hard bones, no fresh flesh, and the kin were already tired of eating it; even the green grass had no chewiness.

Then, the God of Vengeance showed him the human world.

Such a dense swarm of prey! There's food moving around everywhere!

Just by looking at it, you can feel its nourishing properties.

Unfortunately, the God of Vengeance's connections with the human world were thwarted, and he decided in the dark to seek an ally.

The God of Flowing Waves was nearly extinct due to the difficulty of reproduction among his race, and even the revival and call to believers could only be found among other races.

Ma Lingbai came with this mission, and they need to wait until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to work together, connect with the human world, and establish a passage.

How many days until the Lantern Festival (January 15th)?

Ma Lingbai counted on his fingers, his lips moving as he ground his fangs. "What a hassle. Why couldn't it be tomorrow?"

His ears twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted, spotting the Wide-Eared Witch flying back at low altitude.

"Didn't you say that those two wizards from the Heichi family might cause trouble again and try to take advantage of you? They're back so soon?"

The witch with wide ears landed, tapping the ground with her bamboo staff. "It's not a commotion, it's that a sorcerer has died, and it was the work of a Horse-Faced."

Ma Lingbai was a little surprised. "My fellow clansmen, if they came here, wouldn't have my self-control. I was planning to call them over after the fifteenth."

"Could they be survivors from the tribes I wiped out?"

The Witch Dao, "Come with me quickly, there's also..."

Her face darkened. "Gao Ming's strength is clearly superior to ours."

"We thought that among the seven of us, Lotus Leaf Old Man was the strongest, and Gao Ming was a little weaker. Now it seems we've all been tricked!"

Ma Lingbai's expression brightened. "There's such a thing? I'd like to go and see."

With a thud, his figure suddenly leaped ten feet away.

The Witch with Wide Ears hurriedly followed, flying low using her two large ears, but her speed couldn't keep up with Ma Lingbai's continuous leaps.

Thump! Thump! Thump!!

In the Heichi Nancang, several wizards heard the sound approaching again and again.

A pale figure leaped in under the moonlight.

The moment he landed, the ground suddenly sank, seemingly becoming very soft, forming a pit.

But after Ma Lingbai a foothold, the pit gradually filled in and returned to a flat state.

Ma Lingbai stood as still as a rock, but his eyes, like flickering lights, were fixed on the paper-figure wizard.

Having already demonstrated his strength, Gao Ming no longer concealed it, and calmly met his gaze.

"Laugh!"

Ma Lingbai had a big smile on his face, and the fabric between his legs bulged noticeably; he was extremely excited.

"I have a real sense of danger. If I had known you were this good, I would have exchanged a few blows with you the first time we met, and that would have established our respective positions."

Gao Ming didn't seem to care about the monkey's posture.

Our goal is Human World, not each other.

The paper figure said, "The blood and souls of the Human World, when they have just died, still carry a trace of yang energy within their souls, yang within yin, which is an excellent tonic."

"It's easy to hunt them down, that's the most cost-effective thing."

Gao Ming emphasized, "Moreover, all our gods yearn to enter the Human World."

"In this vast world, there are more than just two gods. We should seize the initiative; how can we afford to waste time on internal strife?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Lingbai slightly restrained his aggressive tendencies, his nose twitching as he sniffed the surrounding scents.

"It definitely tastes like Horse-Faced, and it even seems a bit familiar."

Ma Lingbai thought for a moment, "Oh, it seems to be a knife-wielding assailant I injured a long time ago, I wonder where he escaped to."

"It seems that his innate abilities have improved after I severely injured him, otherwise he shouldn't have been able to kill this wizard."

Gao Ming said softly, "So it really is Horse-Faced. Can you smell where he went?"

Ma Lingbai took a few steps and looked at the houses that had been demolished.

"No, his scent is mixed with the aroma of fine grains and herbs."

"You've been burning these things everywhere lately, and the smell is everywhere. It's impossible to tell which direction he's going."

Ma Lingbai planted his long stick on the ground, twisted his head, and bared his sharp teeth.

"I'm also a bit interested in him. How about this, you guys just spread the word that I'm here."

"Horse-Faced's vengefulness is instinctive. If he comes looking for revenge, I'll kill him outright."

Gao Ming remained silent.

Although Horse-Faced Jufu had a strong desire for revenge, it wasn't all for revenge, and he didn't disregard life and death.

They also have a cunning side.

"The items he stole this time were all rare treasures."

Gao Ming said, "What if he gets a taste of success and comes back, not to you, but to attack other wizards instead?"

"The customs of the grand ceremony on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month are easily known to outsiders. What if he also chooses that day to come again?"

"This time is different from usual. It's not just a simple offering; it involves negotiations between two deities. We're all in the midst of the ritual, so it's difficult to be fully vigilant..."

Ma Lingbai slammed his iron rod on the ground. "Then just say it, what do you want?"

"Warring among wizards would likely displease the God of Flowing Waves, but since one has already died, we cannot let him go to waste."

Gao Ming's gaze flickered to the corpse on the wall.

"By using Heichi's corpse as one of the sacrifices, we can be more relaxed during the ritual, have time to deal with unforeseen circumstances, and even hold the grand sacrifice a few days earlier."

Upon hearing this, Heichi San's expression changed.

"Using high-grade offerings like the Heichi Nancang..."

Heichi San's voice was deep and slow, "Then wouldn't the assistant priests also have to be from the Black Tooth Clan?"

Gao Ming turned his gaze to him. "You disagree?"

Heichi San stroked his beard and smiled.

"What I mean is, I should be the one to choose."

With a mocking expression, he glanced at the guards of the Black Tooth Clan and found that most of them were servants of the gods. He then turned his gaze further out to the dwellings of the Black Tooth Clan.

"They are all my relatives, and I know the Black Tooth Clan better than anyone else. I will definitely select the best, choose many, and offer many sacrifices, so that the God of Flowing Waves can enjoy them to his heart's content."

Gao Ming chuckled lightly, "Alright, then these old corpse monsters left behind by Heichi Nancang are all yours."

Heichi San was overjoyed and bowed, saying, "Thank you, High Priest."

These dead people are far more precious than the living.

(End of this chapter)