Chapter 48: Chapter 19: Without My Help, You Wouldn’t Comprehend This Witchcraft in 10,000 Years

Sacrificial Artifact.

Shen Can’s expression changed with a few words from Jifu, and unconsciously he pinched Jifu’s broken bones again.

“Ow!”

“I was wrong, I was wrong, I won’t say you are ants anymore, you’re the strongest.”

“What is the function of the Sacrificial Artifact?”

“The Sacrificial Artifact is used to gather the Ancestral Power of those who have seated and transformed, and is also the medium for communicating the tribe’s sacrifices.”

“With the Sacrificial Artifact, and through the communication of the Ancestral Temple Keeper, the blessing of the ancestors is no longer empty talk.”

“The Ancestral Temple Keeper can be a Witch, but a Witch is not an Ancestral Temple Keeper.”

“What is Ancestral Power, can the ancestors still live after they die?”

Huo Chang was somewhat puzzled by Jifu’s words?

“Living after death means not dying,” Jifu said: “Ancestral Power is Ancestral Power, I’m not an Ancestral Temple Keeper, so I’m not very sure.”

“Hm?”

Shen Can gently responded, and Jifu shrank his head.

“I really don’t know.”

“I only know that the Sacrificial Artifact requires the tribe to sacrifice year after year to gather Ancestral Power, slowing its dissipation into the world.

Whenever the Clan Division is faced with catastrophic disasters, the Ancestral Temple Keeper can use the Sacrificial Artifact to invoke Ancestral Power against enemies.

The ancestors of the Lingyu Tribe have used Ancestral Power twice, last time a thousand years ago, dealing with an extremely formidable Disaster Beast, the Two-headed Feiyi.

The Feiyi caused a tremendous drought, and eventually, with the help of the Ancestral Power from sacrifices, it was struck down across borders, relieving the drought around Lingyu.”

“What does the Sacrificial Artifact look like?”

“Our tribe has a Fish Scale Drum, and it’s said that the distant Profound Bird Bo Division has a Copper Bird.”

“Bo is an honorary title for the leader of numerous tribes in a region, legend has it that after the distant era of sacrificial heavens, the Human Race flourished, and the tribes gradually multiplied.

To unite against natural disasters, there must be a leading tribe to govern the region, letting everyone work in unison.

Thus, came the term Bo Division.”

“Lingyu is one such Bo Division.”

“It’s said that in places farther than the Giant Mountain Range, there are even stronger Marquis Divisions.”

Without needing Huo Chang or Shen Can to ask, Jifu took the initiative to explain further.

Huo Chang listened very carefully; something seemingly so simple had been elusive to the Blazing Flame Tribe for three hundred years.

“And below the Bo Division, are they all savages?”

“Below the Bo Division, there is a distinction between upper and lower. Tribes like yours are lower-class tribes, hey hey, don’t hit me, I’m stating facts.”

“The prestige of a tribe is not only based on the number of its people but also on its influence.

Living in the mountains and forests, born in the morning, dead by night, their extinction goes unnoticed, living tumultuously, dying silently, calling you Wild Division isn’t entirely wrong.”

“To become an upper-class tribe, at least within your tribe, there must be a Celestial Vein Martial Artist who has advanced through the Power of Seventy-Two Desolations; only then is it possible to see Martial Artists at the Fourth Realm of Divine Treasure.”

“I’m saying it’s possible, in our Lingyu Tribe, those Celestial Vein Martial Artists cultivated in the Power of Seventy-Two Desolations don’t have a high chance of advancing to Divine Treasure.

The current Clan Leader exceeded the advancement of Seventy-Two Desolations and faced a Disaster Beast, the young Tiger Flood Dragon, without defeat.”

“Moreover, it also requires matched Witchcraft techniques; Witchcraft is not only for battle but is the foundation for enhancing all aspects of a tribe’s heritage, from planting, hunting, to crafting.”

After speaking, Jifu glanced at Shen Can.

He could confirm that Shen Can cultivated the Lingyu Water Control Technique.

Though over the years, the Lingyu Tribe had exposed some relevant Witchcraft techniques, it wasn’t impossible.

As for Shen Can saying that after seeing his performance, he immediately understood it, Jifu thought he was just talking nonsense.

Even being the origin of the Water Manipulation Technique, Lingyu wouldn’t claim to know it from birth.

“Becoming an upper-class tribe doesn’t require Sacrificial Artifacts?”

Jifu nodded.

“In upper-class tribes, Sacrificial Artifacts are rare, tribes with them can last longer, and have the hope of becoming the leader of a region.”

“The existence of the Sacrificial Artifact is like the strongest guardian of the tribe, helping it withstand natural disasters.”

“The longer the heritage, the more likely it is to become the strongest tribe in a region.”

“Without the Sacrificial Artifact, yearly sacrifices are just hollow words.

The Wish Power during sacrifices can’t be preserved, wasting the tribe’s expectation for the ancestors.

But then again, if your ancestors never produced powerful Martial Artists, even if there was a Sacrificial Artifact, it would have been a decoration, unable to unleash strong power.”

Shen Can spoke, “As Bo Division, being the leader of a region, you mentioned leading all tribes to overcome challenges together, why then engage in hunting during floods?”

Actually, he already had an answer in mind, but wanted to ask anyway.

As expected, Jifu began to glance sideways at people again.

“Indeed, Lingyu is a Bo Division, leading many tribes, but you are savages.”

Jifu’s words nearly spelled out that you’re too weak and not worth hanging out with because you’re not part of us.

“Of course, if your tribe can become an upper-class tribe and manage to journey across vast rivers and mountains to offer tribute to the Lingyu, perhaps then you can earn the right to guard the Fire Beacon at the clan gathering.

You shouldn’t be offended; many small tribes vie to work for the Lingyu Tribe, and if you can secure a place, consider it a blessing.”

Seeing Shen Can raise his hand, Jifu stopped talking.

“What is the Sacrificial Artifact made of exactly?”

“I’m an exile; how should I know?”

“How many Witch Runes from the Lingyu Water Control Book have you mastered?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Jifu fell silent.

He could tell the older one beside him was hoping to extract a bit more from his mouth.

But this young one wouldn’t hold back; if he gave away everything, this person would surely crush him bit by bit, causing excruciating pain.

“State your terms,” Shen Can said.

“I can teach you the Witch Runes from the Lingyu Water Control Book, but you need to heal me first, and I need fresh blood and flesh.”

“I have no idea where you learned the Lingyu Water Control Technique, but it’s just the basics; without my help, you won’t comprehend it even in ten thousand years.”

“If you try to oppress me any further or threaten me with those ants, I’ll commit suicide and rob you of any future in witchcraft!”

Jifu stared with wide eyes, as if to say “Or I’ll die on you.”

Huo Chang looked at Shen Can, conflicted; Jifu had swallowed over a dozen tribesmen, wounded some of them, and he truly wished to kill him.

But the guy had valuable knowledge vital to the tribe.

Revenge or uncovering more secrets—he was torn.

Seeing the situation fall quiet, Jifu assumed he achieved the desired effect.

With a cold sneer, he continued, “I’ve shown sincerity by saying so much; release me, serve me with good food and drink, and I assure you that your tribe will rise to the rank of an upper-class tribe.

Becoming an upper-class tribe is just a step away from possibly becoming a Fang Bo Division.”

These words were directed at Huo Chang, clearly trying to lure him in.

And then!

“Wow!”

Shen Can squeezed Jifu’s seemingly boneless little hand, “Everything you’ve said is just talk; at least show something tangible, or how can I trust you.

Forget about witchcraft for now; offer a Cultivation Technique related to the Celestial Vein Realm to prove your sincerity.”

“Hiss…” Jifu sucked in a breath, “I’m a Wizard, not a Martial Artist; the martial arts cultivation passed down in the tribe follows strict rules—I don’t have any Martial Arts Technique.”

“You’ve been in the Upper Division for so many years and haven’t acquired any remnants of technique? I don’t mind deficiencies.”

Shen Can continued.

“Didn’t I mention before that I’m an exile? When in the Lingyu all I was detained, where could I obtain remnants of technique.”

“Clan Leader, it seems this person lacks sincerity. Kill him as a sacrifice for our deceased tribesmen.”

“Don’t you want witchcraft anymore?”

Jifu widened his eyes, enduring the pain, trying to tell if Shen Can was merely threatening or truly intended to kill him.

“Without me, you won’t grasp witchcraft even in ten thousand years!”

Shen Can disregarded Jifu’s words, trying to use witchcraft as leverage against him, Jifu had indeed found the right person.

“Since you’re from the Upper Lingyu Division, we mountain forest wildlings always respect the Upper Division. Clan Leader, give me that broken knife; sending Upper Division people off with an Upper Division knife is a show of respect.”

The broken knife was in Shen Can’s hand, who also smeared some honey on it.

“Don’t worry, the honey makes it sweet.”

“…”

“Madman, you disaster beast-turned-disaster demon.”

Jifu was truly losing his mind; the witchcraft he depended on had been forsaken.

This was not at all what he had anticipated.

In this small tribe, he embodied the very essence of witchcraft!

This tribe’s Wizard, who practiced the Lingyu Water Control Technique, genuinely wasn’t interested in further witchcraft?

Oh ancestors of the Lingyu, how could such wildlings exist in the mountains and forests.

Feeling the viscous and icy sensation on his neck, Jifu shivered violently, “I know where there are cultivation techniques; take the knife away, quick take the knife away!”

Shen Can withdrew the knife, and with a slicing sound, it cut open the skin, blood flowing out.

“Didn’t I tell you? Isn’t the wound sweet?”

Jifu trembled with fear inside.

’He really dares to kill me; he’s actually going to kill me.’

After catching his breath twice, Jifu shivered and continued speaking, “This time during the eastern hunt, three ships sank, and among them were many martial artists who went down. They might have had recorded techniques on them. I know the location of the sunken ships.”

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