Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 44 [Ancestral Witch Essence and Blood, Witch Clan Conference]

The affairs of human witches can be big or small. In the current situation, relying on the witch clan and making good friends with it is a matter of great benefit and no harm to the human race.

But relatively speaking, allowing foreign bloodlines to appear in the human race is very detrimental to the future development of the human race.

Even if Zhang Yan doesn't understand that period of history, he can imagine that if the human race becomes the protagonist of the world, it will inevitably become a place of disputes among the great powers of the entire ancient world.

"When did I become so sentimental?"

Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, "Although I am a human race, I cannot care about the direction of the human race in everything. For me, as long as the human race can survive forever, I don't care what trouble they make."

After thinking about it, Zhang Yan no longer dwells on this matter. He should still think about how to become stronger and improve his cultivation. This is what he should consider most at the moment. Otherwise, in the future, he can only follow the trend and be unable to do anything. .

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Yan woke up from his meditation, walked slowly out of the door, and headed toward the Wu tribe in the morning light.

"Hey! Isn't this a human brother?"

"Ah hello."

Zhang Yan knew this person, and Hou Yi introduced him to a shaman named Qingmu. His strength was still inferior to Hou Yi's, but he was a descendant of a great witch, and it was only a matter of time before he became a great witch.

Whenever they meet a shaman, whether they are known to Zhang Yan or not, they will almost say hello to Zhang Yan with a smile. Everything seems to be so harmonious.

However, if they could restrain their passion for looking at Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan would definitely feel a lot better. After all, being looked at by strong men with fiery eyes would be a bit uncomfortable.

"Holy Master!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out, and several thin-looking people swarmed up and surrounded Zhang Yan.

"This is what you are doing?"

Zhang Yan looked at the crowd hesitantly. These people were not from the Witch Clan, but from the Human Clan. However, what was even more surprising to Zhang Yan was the "Holy Master" they called them.

A slightly older young man came to Zhang Yan with a very respectful expression, "Holy Master, you don't know something."

"Hundreds of years ago, the Holy Master created a written inheritance for the human race. The face of the Holy Master appears deep in the hearts of all human beings. We dare not forget it."

"In the end, the Suiren tribe decided to establish the position of Saint Master and enjoy the everlasting incense of the human race."

"Suiren tribe."

Zhang Yan naturally knew that there was no human king in the human race, and the Suiren clan had always been the biggest decision-maker, especially the Suiren clan, the leader of the Suiren tribe, who had always been the first generation of the human clan.

"I see!"

Zhang Yan soon understood the cause and effect. After he created human characters, 2998 characters and symbols spread to the hearts of all human beings along with the law of heaven. Because of his immortal merits, he was canonized as the human saint master by the human clan. , and enjoy the future destiny of the human race.

"How did you come to the Witch Tribe?"

After figuring this out, Zhang Yan no longer had doubts, but asked them about his doubts.

"This is all because of Lord Houtu."

"Ancestral Witch Houtu?"

"Yes, my grandfather's grandfather said that a long time ago, we were a split part of the Suiren tribe."

"Because we moved not far from the Houtu tribe, our tribe was spotted by a demon king who thought we were members of the witch tribe, and immediately attacked us."

"Later, fortunately, a great witch from the Witch Tribe came to save us from the Demon King and at the same time gave us help in life. Over time, some of our human race integrated into the Witch Tribe."

"That's just the way it is."

Zhang Yan nodded, "Yeah! This is all thanks to the Witch Clan and all your hard work."

"Thanks to the Holy Master for passing down human writing, we can know this period of history. Otherwise, maybe the Holy Master would ask me, and I wouldn't know what to say."         "Oh!"

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, then smiled and said: "Very good, you all go and do your work. I'll take a walk in the Wu tribe first."

"Master Saint, if you want to visit the Witch Tribe, maybe I can show you the way."

Zhang Yan glanced sideways at the young man who looked to be only about twenty years old. Compared to the human race, this age was already middle-aged, but to Zhang Yan, he was just a child.

Seeing Zhang Yan's expression, the young man thought that the other party disliked him, so he immediately patted his chest and promised: "Master Saint, I am a human witch. I often go to the witch tribe and can guide you."

"Then you can come along."

It just so happened that Zhang Yan was also very interested in human witches who combined humans and witch clans, so he simply took them along with him.

"Younger of the human race, what is your name?"

"Master Saint, my name is Fei Lian. Dad said that when I was born, he killed a Fei Lian beast from the demon clan, so he called me by my full name."

"Uncle Feng!"

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Fei Lian, who had a slightly green face.

Feilian, this name appeared in many myths and stories in the prehistoric earth.

But when it comes to Fei Lian among the Taoists and witches, we have to say that Chi You, the archenemy of Huangdi Xuanyuan and the strongest man of the Jiuli tribe, is Chi You.

In later generations, Fei Lian, Chi You's right and left arm, was also a great witch himself.

"Fei Lian, have you heard of the name Chi You?"

"Chi You? This is a good name, but I don't seem to have heard of anyone named Chi You in the tribe."

"Not born yet!"

Zhang Yan secretly pondered, but the time was right. In the mythology, although Chi You was transformed into a peerless evil spirit, if he were really born now, it would definitely attract the attention of the witch clan.

"Master Saint, where are we going?"

"If you don't have any, just take a stroll."

"By the way, Fei Lian, do you know what Bonfire Festival is?"

"Bonfire Day!"

Fei Lian licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

"It was a festival of fighting, because Master Houtu said that our witch clan is too fond of fighting by nature and often causes trouble. All fights are prohibited among all tribes."

"The Bonfire Festival is a festival that is held every once in a while. At that time, we will catch prey in advance and then start to light a huge bonfire."

"At this time, everyone in the tribe will come out. That is the only time in the tribe when you can fight."

"Moreover, Master Houtu will prepare generous trophies for the final winner every time."

"And every hundred years, Master Houtu will give a drop of the blood of the ancestral witch as the final reward."

As he spoke, Fei Lian began to move his fingers, and suddenly his expression froze.

"It seems that the next Bonfire Festival will be the time when Lord Houtu gives the essence and blood of the ancestral witches."

(End of this chapter)