I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot - Chapter 823

Chapter 823 Abolish the Ancestral Teaching and Open Up the Ancestral Land

Before the endless years, the Yun clan served the owner of the Fallen God Bow. Back then, before their master entered the Ancient Forbidden Area, he had passed down the ancestral teaching with the instruction that the Yun clan must not set one foot in the ancestral land. They were to guard it for generations to come. At the same time, they were not allowed to leave the village and they would have to perform a blood sacrifice every 10 years, also known as the Blood Sacrifice Day.

“Blood Sacrifice Day? What happens on that day?” asked Yang Jing with a confused expression.

“All clansmen would need to pour their own blood onto the ancestral land on that day. Our blood contains some of the Overlord’s power, and because of this power, we can easily control the Fallen God Bow,” replied Yun Xiaolong.

“I see.” Yang Jing glanced at the fiery red wings on Yun Xiaolong’s forehead with a thoughtful expression.

“The Fallen God Bow’s obviously one of the seven Battle Spirit Guardians. Could the battle spirits be formed by the treasures of those people?” guessed Xiao Chengfeng.

“My Lords, my clan’s in danger. I implore you to help them!” said Yun Xiaolong earnestly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll definitely take action since the Fallen God Bow’s one of the seven Battle Spirit Guardians!” said Yang Jing with a smile.

Afterward, Li Nianfan smiled and waved goodbye to the Heavenly Palace people, signifying that the party had truly come to an end. By then, Yang Jing had already passed on what Yun Xiaolong had told him to Nanan and the others.

Back at the four-part architecture, Li Nianfan had a drunken smile on his face and his cheeks were slightly red. He was very happy with how the party turned out. Not only did everyone enjoy the party, but they had deepened their bonds with each other. ‘Perfect’ was the only word to describe it.

However, he shook his head and smiled wryly when he saw the mountain-sized game meat in his yard. “The game meat’s delicious and all but man, cooking them sure is hard work.”

Later on, he summoned Xiao Bai, Daji, Fire Phoenix, Qin Manyun, and Shi Tuqin to help him butcher the rest of the game animals and marinate the meat. It was close to the end of the year and it was time to prepare some food for the Lunar New Year.

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to Li Nianfan. “By the way, keep all the pig’s intestines. We can use them to make Chinese sausages which will be the perfect dish for Lunar New Year.”

‘Chinese sausages? A new dish?’ Daji and the others were used to all the delicious creations that Li Nianfan came up with, so they immediately did as they were told.

As for Nanan and Dragin, they had gone to the backyard to inform the willow tree about the Fallen God Bow.

“Third brother…” The branches of the willow tree rustled in the wind, revealing the mixed bag of emotions the willow tree was feeling. She was happy to receive some news about her third brother and the information about his previous owner was a bonus. At the same time, she was saddened to realize that she had forgotten about who her own owner was.

“Can you please do me a favor?” asked the willow tree.

“Don’t worry, Sister Willow. We’ll definitely bring back your third brother to you!” said Nanan with a smile.

“Thank you.” Two of the willow branches shone with brilliance before they broke away from the trunk and appeared in front of Nanan and Dragin. “It’s difficult for me to leave the backyard but these two branches will allow you to use my power.”

“Thank you, Sister Willow,” said Nanan and Dragin in unison as they happily accepted the branches. Then, they ran out of the backyard in search of Li Nianfan.

“You girls want to go out again?” Li Nianfan was rubbing his temples. The party had just ended and they wanted to go out already? It seemed like they really could not keep still. “What do you plan to do this time?”

“Brother Li, we plan to go on a rescue mission,” said Dragin.

“A rescue mission?” Li Nianfan was taken aback. “Isn’t that dangerous?” he asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry, Brother Li. We’ll be back before you know it!” said Nanan.

Li Nianfan furrowed his brows and said, “Just be careful, okay? Don’t treat your lives as if they can be thrown away so easily. Come back if you run into any problems you can’t solve. We’ll always be here for you.”

He did not have any spiritual cultivation, so did not really have a good understanding of how the world of cultivators worked.

“Yes, Brother Li! We’ll be off then!” Nanan and Dragin waved goodbye to him and ran out of the four-part architecture. Soon, they reached the foot of the mountain and told the stele about their rescue mission.

“O, thank you! Thank you! i’ll leave it to the two of you then!” said the stele excitedly. It paused before it said a little helplessly, “I need to stay here to guard the mountain, so I can’t leave, too. However, I can give you this.”

Previously, the stele had left the mountain without permission and his absence had caused an earthquake which made the expert unhappy. He was determined not to make the same mistake again. After it spoke, a crack began to form along its body. Then, a small stone flew out of it and floated in front of Dragin and Nanan.

“My spiritual cultivation’s far from that of my seventh sister, but our spirits are linked together. Hopefully, our auras can awaken my third brother.” The stele was only a half-step Wisdom Dictator, so the power contained in the small stone was naturally limited. It was a hope against all else that it would be enough to awaken the Fallen God Bow.

He was a little frustrated at the fact that the willow tree got to live in the expert’s backyard while he could only stay at the foot of the mountain. This would only make the gap in their powers wider and wider. ‘Sigh, people were right to say that one’s environment is important for one’s growth.’

“Don’t worry, Uncle Stele, we’ll definitely bring back your third brother!” promised Nanan. Then, she and Dragin went to the Heavenly Palace where Cultivator Junjun and the others were waiting for them. Once they met up, they headed to the Yun clan with Yun Xiaolong leading the way.

Meanwhile, back at the Yun clan, Yun Kong was standing in front of an altar with his eyes all bright and shiny. The altar was built on top of a riprap and all the stones were engraved with strange lines. In the center of the altar was a pair of huge red wings. The shape of the wings was exactly the same as the wings on their foreheads. The lines on the stones were like blood vessels, leading to the wings which were like the heart.

Behind Yun Kong stood all the members of the Yun clan. However, the people who supported the Yun clan’s Chief were treated as prisoners, and all of them were vehemently staring at Yun Kong.

“Yun Kong, today’s the Blood Sacrifice Day. It’s still not too late for you to change your mind!” said the Yun Chief in a low voice.

“What pedantic words!” Yun Kong smiled disdainfully at the Yun Chief and said, “We’ve been sacrificing our blood for countless years, and because of this, our spiritual cultivation has remained stagnant! And all for some laughable ancestral teaching! If it weren’t for that, I would’ve long surpassed the Overlord’s power.”

“You little pr*ck! Have you forgotten that it was the Overlord who gave us our power? Even our blood was given to us by him!” shouted the Yun Chief angrily.

Yun Kong snorted and said manically, “We shouldn’t revolve our lives around someone who’s already dead. Today, I’ll lead the tribe to abolish the ancestral teachings, and at the same time, we’ll open up the ancestral land to gain its power and create a new era!”