I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 46 - 17: Jifu: This Little Tribe Set Me Up
Whizz! Whizz!
The pond was already close to the tribe’s east wall, and Jifu’s actions were also near the east wall.
As soon as his figure was exposed, fire arrows had already fallen from the top of the wall.
Along with the falling fire arrows were burning firearms, emitting a strong smell of greasy oil.
"Wood dipped in beast fat, what a bunch of bumpkins."
Jifu was inherently somewhat afraid of fire, quickly moving to avoid the falling firearms.
Wooden spears, such primitive things, he’d only seen them in tribal records before.
It’s laughable, who else but savages would still use wood.
The firewood and mushrooms drying on the rooftops were also set ablaze.
The roaring flames further broke through the darkness.
Amid the layers of firelight, all kinds of roaring and footsteps continuously rang out.
Chaos, chaos is just right.
What kind of defense could the Wild Division have, even being this alert surprised him.
Jifu muttered incantations, and a water dragon swirled around him, charging towards the nearby houses.
The more chaotic, the more gleefully he indulged.
Whish!
As soon as Jifu moved, he heard the sound of something cutting through the air coming his way.
With a start, he quickly rolled away as arrow fletching struck the ground ahead.
On a distant rooftop, Huo Chang held a strong bow, his gaze filled with murderous intent.
"Celestial Vein?"
Jifu steadied his posture, unconcerned.
What use is one Celestial Vein to a tribe this big, could it protect all the elderly, women, and children?
How many times could it stop him?
Yet after several encounters, Jifu was furious.
There were always three figures swiftly jumping across the rooftops, aiming their strong bows at him, no matter how he tried to dodge, he couldn’t completely evade the three.
Not one Celestial Vein but three Celestial Veins.
"Fine, fine, a small Wild Division actually has three Celestial Veins, I underestimated you."
Jifu wrapped himself in ghostly light, moving even faster between the houses and corridors, leaving the arrow fletching behind.
"Insects, let’s see how many Martial Artists a small tribe has to stop me!"
Jifu had encountered many such small tribes before, having a hundred or eighty Martial Artists was already good.
Even in such a large Clan City, what use were a few Martial Artists, could they carry several thousand tribe members on their backs?
As long as he seized a few women and children, his attack would naturally break, the small division would be engulfed in fear of him.
Knocking away those who surrounded him repeatedly, Jifu laughed loudly.
"Form ranks!"
Just then, he heard a roar within the tribe.
"What a joke, what do a few from a small tribe know about forming..."
Suddenly, Jifu’s movements came to a halt.
Beside the bonfires illuminating Clan City, figures jumped up from everywhere to higher ground.
Inside the city, there were dozens of clusters of bonfires, each with at least a dozen people, adding up to several hundred.
"Could a small tribe have several hundred Martial Artists?"
This thought flashed through Jifu’s mind as he quickly jumped down from the city wall.
Firelight continuously exploded as Jifu moved around, wanting to rush into the houses greeted by fiercer arrows.
Clusters of watery light and firelight exploded within Clan City.
Jifu was in a sorry state, his body bearing several scorched black marks.
If not for the Lingyu bloodline and the Water Element Magic, he would probably have been burnt to ash by now.
Three Celestial Veins.
Several hundred Stone-Breakers.
Attacking a single witch, this was so unorthodox.
And this formation, clearly had been rehearsed beforehand.
Otherwise, as soon as he was discovered, how could the bonfires light up, people jump onto rooftops, and firearms soak in oil?
Such deadly action for a little Wild Division.
Paranoia.
Jifu frantically headed towards the pond.
He still had a chance.
He was a Water Element Wizard, cultivating the Lingyu Water Control Book, did a small Wild Division know what true witchcraft was!
...
Atop the Clan Mountain.
Shen Can observed the siege from above; not even half an incense stick of time had passed before that guy was surrounded, scurrying like a rat.
His gaze wandered to the pond.
"Uncle Huo Qii, tell the clansmen to bring the Mafei Powder, we’re dumping it into the pond."
"Quick!"
...
In the northeastern direction was the pond, which Jifu had previously scouted as a hiding place.
His intention was to consume a portion of the Blazing Flame people each day, hide in the pond during the day, and come out at night.
With the innate talents of his Lingyu blood, even if the small Wild Division overturned the mountain, they couldn’t find him.
Unexpectedly, aside from weapons being somewhat primitive, this little Wild Division was too damn well-organized.
Why were several hundred Martial Artists holed up in this godforsaken place.
Waiting to defend against him?
"Splash splash!"
As firearms fell into the pond making noises, Jifu twisted and dodged, arriving outside the pond, chanting incantations.
The water surface began to ripple, streams rising up, colliding with the falling firearms and arrows.
The power of Water Element Magic suddenly soared several times.
Taking advantage, he jumped into the pond.
"You bunch of insect savages, let me show you what true witchcraft is!"
Half submerged in the water, fish scales around Jifu’s body began to shimmer with ghostly light, water surface ripples rose, waves surged like tides, rising circle after circle.
"Splash!"
Suddenly, Jifu felt his limbs go limp, and his half-floating body sank downwards.
The hand that was casting witchcraft shook, and the water that had just surged up splashed back into the pond.
"Hey hey hey..."
Jifu shook his head vigorously, feeling a bit dizzy.
Not good, something’s wrong with this water!
Someone’s drugged it.
Drugging the water in his own tribe’s pond?
That’s insane.
In the moment that his mind went blank, Jifu suddenly jolted back to reality and hurriedly tried to scramble out of the pond.
Forcing himself to dodge most of the firearms, he crawled out of the water using all four limbs and was about to climb up the Clan Mountain.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, a stream of water formed and shot towards Jifu’s lower back.
His weakened state left him unable to react, followed by a scream as he rolled over and crashed into the stone wall, taking a heavy kick that sent him flying back into the pond.
"Drugged... ambushed... savage and despicable... glug..."
...
"Pour more, keep pouring!"
Outside the pond, Shen Can blew on the fingers he’d used to jab someone and signaled the tribesmen to continue pouring Mafei Powder into the pond.
From the moment the fire illuminated the tribe, he’d guessed the origins of the fish-faced, human-bodied creature.
But a monster that can transform between human and Lingyu, is it even human anymore?
"Extinguish the fire, treat our people."
Huo Chang gave orders as he led a team of archers to position around the pond, with arrows aimed at the water.
Some of the tribesmen continued pouring Mafei Powder inside.
Initially, Jifu struggled twice after falling into the pond, but soon floated back up, his body twitching as he tried to regain control, yet his body refused to obey.
"Acan, keep him alive."
Shen Can nodded.
If he wasn’t meant to be kept alive, he would have had the tribesmen finish him off long ago.
The appearance of Lingyu Tribe people here was alarming.
But with such strength, he was just a Tier Two Wizard at most, completely mismatched with the renowned Lingyu Tribe.
Before long, Jifu was retrieved from the water, unconscious but reverting to human form.
"Break his limbs."
"Crunch!"
"Crunch!"
The sound of breaking echoed repeatedly, as the unconscious Jifu let out cries of pain.
All his limbs wasted, perhaps thanks to the Mafei Powder, he didn’t wake despite the severe injuries.
"Prepare a fire room, and move the Tier Three Beast Hide and remaining Mafei Powder inside."
...
Inside the cave, the bonfire roared, heat waves surged.
A stone pillar stood at the center of the cave, surrounded by a groove filled with beast oil.
Tier Three Beast Tendon pierced through Jifu’s shoulders as he hung limp, slowly opening his eyes to see the burning bonfire.
The pain and narcotic effect left him in a half-real, half-dream state.
Where is this place?
Soon he recalled, he seemed to have discovered a barbarian tribe, ready for a feast.
Then...
"Despicable!"
Jifu cursed instinctively.
He realized he was trapped, shoulders pierced through, and his limb bones must have been shattered.
He was actually captured by a Wild Division.
This Wild Division... is insane.
Since entering it, he had been fleeing miserably, with drugs in the pond.
Definitely, this small tribe had schemed against him, making him feel unjust.
"Awake?"
Shen Can and Huo Chang walked closer.
"Bugs, I am a Ling..."
"Splash!" Shen Can raised his hand, a stream of water pierced Jifu’s abdomen.
One pain led to a cascade of agony, Jifu’s face twisted as he glared at Shen Can, "You jabbed my back when I was fleeing!"
"Yes, the Lingyu Water Control Technique really comes in handy."
Saying this, Shen Can raised his hand, forming a bundle of water vapor between his fingers without even uttering the Witch Rune.
"You, you, you... How can you be practicing the Lingyu Water Control Book!"
Jifu’s eyes widened with disbelief.
This was the foundational inheritance of the Lingyu Tribe, passed down for 3,600 years.
"Learned it from you, no big deal, picked it up at a glance."
Jifu was stunned, about to spit at Shen Can.
Picked it up at a glance, why didn’t you just say you invented the Lingyu Water Control Technique!
Unfortunately, he first got a slap from Shen Can.
"Name, kind."
"After the flood receded, why did you stay nearby."
"I don’t know where you learned the cultivation method for the Water Manipulation Technique, but such petty bugs like you have no right..."
"Ah!"
Shen Can raised his hand and sent another stream towards Jifu’s other side of the lower back.
Additionally, he pressed and kneaded the shattered bone of Jifu’s arm.
"I’ll speak, I’ll speak... I am Jifu, a Lingyu exile... I... ah!"
But Shen Can seemed not to hear him, handing Jifu’s other arm to Huo Chang.
"Take a deep breath, the pain is normal."
"Ah... ow..."
