I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts-Chapter 412 - 311: Reward

Most of the Yellow Emperor Tribe’s territory has become the domain of the Kore?

"Now how far along are the Yellow Emperor and Chi You in their battle?" Han Zhan asked another question he was most concerned about.

"I don’t understand what you mean." Li Wu looked at Han Zhan blankly, "Our two tribes have been at war, never stopping."

"Has there never been a large-scale battle? The kind that could go down in history." Han Zhan continued to hint.

"No." Li Wu continued to shake his head.

"The Kore have already invaded the Yellow Emperor Tribe; rather than saying we’re fighting people from the Yellow Emperor Tribe, it’s more accurate to say we’re mostly fighting the Kore."

"As for those big figures in the Yellow Emperor Tribe, we haven’t seen them in a long time."

Li Wu’s words left Han Zhan silent.

"Did you just come out of the Fu Xi Race to the Yellow Emperor Tribe? How come you don’t know anything?"

"Come to think of it, the Fu Xi Race hasn’t appeared in the picture for a long time either."

Li Wu continued speaking to himself.

The two tore at the roasted part of the meat on the leg, its aroma spreading between their lips and teeth.

The food somewhat soothed Han Zhan’s heart, which was overly shocked by the news he learned.

Once they were full, they spent the night in silence.

The next day, some Jiuli people were waiting outside early and brought Li Wu the latest news from the High Priest.

"Priest Li Wu, the High Priest is very pleased with the information you reported yesterday. He has already sent the reward back to the altar, which I am here to deliver to you."

The messenger spoke as he took out a bundle wrapped in animal hide.

Upon opening it, a blood-red brick appeared before their eyes.

"The High Priest must have quite the sense of humor, gifting you a brick?" Han Zhan nearly lost his composure upon seeing this object that resembled a brick.

"Shut up! A slave like you has no place to speak here?" The originally subservient Jiu Li warrior glared angrily at Han Zhan.

In the Jiuli Tribe, there is a strict hierarchy, and in this system, slaves are unquestionably at the bottom.

"You can leave now." Li Wu waved his hand, interrupting the Jiuli warrior’s scolding.

He was worried that saying more would anger Han Zhan and cause unnecessary trouble.

He dismissed the messenger, closed the door, and carefully placed the blood-red brick on the table.

"This is the High Priest’s flesh."

"???"

Li Wu’s words left Han Zhan baffled—what was this, flesh? What flesh?

"It’s exactly the kind of flesh you think it is."

Li Wu seemed to guess what was on Han Zhan’s mind and continued to explain.

The High Priest’s flesh.

It’s a piece cut from the High Priest’s body, no wonder its surface still looks a bit blurred and crimson.

"Did the High Priest acknowledge your performance, so he improvised with a seppuku?"

What a strange ceremony.

"What are you talking about?" Li Wu’s mouth twitched; even he was shocked by Han Zhan’s words.

"This is our Jiuli Race’s way of enhancing our bloodline, by absorbing the flesh of those above us."

So, it’s eating the raw flesh?

Han Zhan leaned back tactically.

He couldn’t quite understand this enhancement method of the Jiuli Race, and even found it a bit nauseating.

"So, you’re going to eat it?"

Han Zhan pointed at the "flesh" on the table, and upon closer inspection, it indeed showed muscle striations, veins... ugh.

"No, I’m planning to sell it at the market."

"Sell it?"

Han Zhan looked up at Li Wu, who spoke.

This man, over two meters tall, genuinely started to repackage the flesh.

"This is the High Priest’s heart meat."

"It contains a potent concentration of the Witch God’s bloodline power."

"Even if it’s sold at the market, it can fetch a good price."

"The five Jiuli warriors who went out with me this time, their descendants need this money."

Li Wu’s words made Han Zhan take another look at him.

He seemed to somewhat understand why Li Hui, despite being a Priest as well, was stronger than Li Wu.

"Li Hui wouldn’t do something like this, would he?"

"Him? He’s just a selfish, petty man," Li Wu said disdainfully.

...

Inside the Jiuli Village market, there were various stalls.

Many booths sold all kinds of strange things, while others sold more common goods like fruit, vegetables, animal hides, and stones.

Here, Han Zhan saw no one selling white Holy Land, indicating that Holy Land is a "non-tradable item."

As soon as Li Wu entered, several Jiuli Priests with white symbols painted on their foreheads, like him, approached.

"Li Wu, we heard you got rewarded by the High Priest for the intel you provided yesterday?"

"Show it to us, don’t keep it hidden."

"Let us take a look at the goods first."

Li Wu wasn’t doing this for the first time.

Known as a kind-hearted man in the entire Hejian Village, Li Wu was always good to the Jiuli warriors who followed him.

Many times, he would sell the flesh gifted by the High Priest at the market, exchanging it for money to distribute to his warriors.

Li Wu didn’t say much, directly putting the flesh in front of everyone.

At the moment the flesh appeared, several Jiuli Priests’ breathing grew a bit heavier.

Han Zhan did not linger with Li Wu.

He wasn’t concerned about the results of their haggling.

He asked Li Wu for some money upfront, then turned to browse other stalls.

In the market, there were quite a few non-Jiuli people like him.

They were assigned to various stalls, hollering or doing some laborious tasks.

Few, like Han Zhan, could walk around freely.

Many of the slaves looked at Han Zhan with envy hidden in their eyes.

"What’s this?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Suddenly, Han Zhan stopped in front of a stall, spotting something familiar.

"Polluted herbs, still retaining some medicinal properties. Just remove the contaminated parts, and they can be used."

"Damn Yellow Emperor Tribe, if it weren’t for them, how could the herbs I painstakingly dug up have been polluted by the Kore!"

The speaker was a slave, judging by his appearance and build, he was probably from the Yellow Emperor Tribe.

His words were hard to evaluate, so Han Zhan simply lowered his head, picked up one of the herbs, and quietly felt it in his hand.

Inside, the herbs had indeed been severely corroded, with the Kore’s black liquid mixed with other medicinal components.

It was like a mixture of tonic and poison.

Normal people wouldn’t buy them.

Even if they did, extracting the useful parts would yield very little, with potential life-threatening risks.

But Han Zhan wasn’t a normal person.

"How much?"

He raised one of them and asked.

The seller, too, seemed momentarily stunned.

Everyone knew this batch of herbs was useless, and he was just hoping to recoup anything he could by selling them here.

Yet, someone really wanted to buy them?

"A complete herb used to sell for a thousand coins. Now that it’s polluted, its value has plummeted, so I’ll sell it to you for ten coins."

Ten coins?

A hundredfold difference?

Han Zhan glanced again at the other polluted herbs on the stall and shook his head.

"One coin each, and I’ll take them all."