I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 184 - 88: The Old Trick Reused—Xiaoyang Returns with 10,000 Myriarchs

The Lingyu Bo Division's arrival from the west did not affect the Blazing Flame Tribe; the tribe went about its business as usual, packing their belongings and beginning yet another migration northward.

As for the opportunities of Mountain-Splitting Kui and the other tribesmen, the Yongshan Ruins aren't going anywhere. There's still time to visit once the Lingyu Bo Division departs.

"Let's go."

In the mountains, a group of young people carried the Divine Tablet and Sacrificial Artifact, forming a winding procession heading north.

Throughout the journey, clan soldiers were patrolling back and forth, guarding against any powerful wild beasts that might emerge to harass the migrating group.

On the hill, Shen Can stood with several martial artists, hands at their backs, surveying the long procession.

With over sixty thousand people from the Blazing Flame Headquarters Division, the subjects and vassal tribes, it would take over a month to reach the valley in the mountains.

On the journey, women, children, and the weak little ones were carried by Mountain-Splitting Kui, while above, Cyan Feathered Sparrows and gray eagles patrolled. Whenever there was any movement, they'd cry out, and martial artists would swiftly investigate.

Shen Can led the tribespeople in their northern migration, while Huo Chang stayed with part of the clan soldiers outside the mountains, continuing to monitor the Xiaoyang Race's activities.

With so many people migrating together, they would leave traces along the way, and Huo Chang was at the rear to tidy up.

Moreover, migrating into the valley didn't mean the Blazing Flame Tribe was isolated from the outside mountains.

Locking the clan behind closed doors was not feasible; the clan soldiers would still take turns venturing out to continue battling with Xiaoyang, enhancing their own combat abilities.

Two days later, as Shen Can walked at the forefront of the migrating group, Huo Muu emerged from a distant valley.

"Ancestral Temple Keeper, we found a valley with a water source, suitable for a clan land, situated to the northwest."

Upon hearing this, Shen Can nodded.

The clan land Huo Muu was searching for wasn't intended for migration but to serve as a fake clan land.

This was a precaution, in case a stubborn group from Xiaoyang insisted on entering deep into the mountains. It would be perfect to catch them in a trap.

Not only could it confuse Xiaoyang, but they could also collect more Xiaoyang corpses.

"Proceed with preparations according to our previous plan."

Huo Muu took a team and headed northwest, quickly disappearing around a mountain bend.

Shen Can dispatched six such teams like the one led by Huo Muu.

...

While Shen Can led the tribe north, several scout teams from the Blazing Flame Tribe had already crossed the Qu River heading south into the Mire Wilderness.

Thanks to the Golden Crow and Kuafu's remarkable actions, the entire forest outward had become ash-laden, a straightforward path stretching all the way to the former Miasma Swamp.

The surroundings were barren, and if not for the rolling mountains, you could see to the very end at a glance.

Given the situation, scouts had to hide during the day and move out at night; otherwise, they'd be easily caught running on the wilderness by day.

Under a hill in the Mire Wilderness, several figures huddled in a hole in the ground, eating.

"What fertile soil! If only we could plant millet here."

Wu Qianshan idly fiddled with the dark soil, "Imagine this vast, flat land all planted with millet; who knows how many children it could feed."

"Booming!"

Just as they spoke, the earth suddenly trembled slightly, the noise growing louder.

The group immediately grew alert, sensing the commotion akin to a large number of wild beasts passing by.

"Prepare to move, I'll check it out."

Huo Hex whispered; he was the squad leader, cautiously opening a small slit at the entrance outside the hole.

When digging and hiding, they had made some preparations in advance, and the hole's opening faced south.

Under the scorching sun, dust and ash billowed.

In the distance, a long procession moved, led by over hundreds of robust Crocodile Dragons, beast hide banners fluttered in the ashes.

"It's Xiaoyang!"

Huo Hex whispered, turning his head.

"Get ready; we might not make it out untouched today."

Inside the hole, everyone silently grabbed their weapons.

As scouts, when gathering intelligence, they'd capture and interrogate Xiaoyang Race members, knowing full well their fate if captured by Xiaoyang.

For a long while, the Xiaoyang army crossed from afar without any scattered scouts patrolling.

The group exhaled slightly, acknowledging that barren ground leaves little sense of security.

"Could you see how many Xiaoyang there were?"

"No, the dust was too thick. As for the leading Xiaoyang atop Crocodile Dragons, I saw no less than five hundred; the entire troop is at least ten thousand."

"Wait a bit longer until Xiaoyang moves farther away, then we'll take a detour back."

...

A hundred miles south of the Blazing Flame Race Territory.

Two Xiaoyang rolled their bodies, dodging the falling arrow fletching.

One Xiaoyang failed to evade, immediately struck by six or seven arrows, and soon lay motionless.

The remaining one frantically searched for cover, finally hiding behind a giant rock, when it heard a familiar 'zing' sound.

The sound was all too familiar.

Back in the Zhushui Battlefield, this very thing was unleashed, piercing straight through the Xiaoyang Array.

Without hesitation, Muo Lan leaped out.

In the instant of leaping, a giant arrow shattered the rock, piercing deep into the soil.

Another 'zing' echoed, and Muo Lan, springing like a monkey, zig-zagged unpredictably.

"Woosh!"

Nearby, a stone was suddenly pushed aside, an arrow gleamed out, lodging into Muo Lan's chest.

Then, a screeching sound followed, the giant arrow coming from behind, lifting him several zhangs up, slamming hard against the rock wall.

"Thousand Captains, you stole my battle credit."