469: The Witch God's Guide

"Forget it."

Chen Heng shook his head; he had no intention of keeping this item for himself anyway.

As Chen Heng expected, the optimization button at the top of the scroll was glowing.

Without any hesitation, Chen Heng directly pressed the optimization button.

"Optimization successful, Optimization count -1"

"Black Mist Ritual → Witch God Lure"

After glancing at the introduction of the Witch God Lure, Chen Heng handed the item back to Ben Luo.

"Try this; I've helped you modify it slightly using my method."

The effect of the Witch God Lure was very simple: it could attract the surrounding Black Witch Gods, and the more Advanced the sacrifice, the larger the range of attraction.

No, not just Black Witch Gods; some weaker totem Witch Gods would also be attracted.

Although Ben Luo was weak, he could still discern the quality of an item.

This Honored Guest had merely touched their clan's secret ritual, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, and it had undergone a tremendous transformation.

And this change was very... Ben Luo didn't know how to describe it, but it could be said to be a complete rebirth.

"Thank you, my Honored Guest." Ben Luo bowed deeply; the item in his hand was far more valuable than the Black Mist Ritual.

They were completely on two different levels.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." Chen Heng didn't care for Ben Luo's gratitude; he just wanted to quickly activate the remaining four Powers of the Ancestral Witch.

"Oh, and use my blood as the sacrifice."

As he spoke, a slit opened on Chen Heng's fingertip, and a drop of blood, rich with terrifying Qi and vitality, dripped into Chen Heng's palm.

"A drop of blood?" Ben Luo was somewhat skeptical; the sacrifices they had used before were Black Witch God masks that had been treasured for a long time.

Could a single drop of blood be more valuable than a Black Witch God mask?

"Just do as I say, go quickly."

Ben Luo didn't dare to say anything more and immediately led the members of the Black Mist Tribe to set up the new secret ritual.

No, it should be called the Witch God Lure now.

The Witch God Lure was quickly set up, just waiting for Chen Heng to place his blood on the altar.

He casually flicked the blood away, and that crystal-clear drop, emanating terrifying Qi and vitality, arced perfectly... Boom!

After a loud bang, the stone altar instantly turned into a pile of rubble.

"..." Ben Luo, Chen Heng.

Oh no, I forgot that my blood would revert to its original density after leaving my body... "Cough, just make do with it."

Chen Heng cleared his throat awkwardly; after all, an altar was dispensable.

"Alright." Ben Luo nodded and led the entire Black Mist Tribe to activate the Witch God Lure.

A few minutes later, Chen Heng's drop of fresh blood began to glow crimson.

A sweet scent, imperceptible to ordinary people, began to spread around.

Before long, the first Black Witch God wearing a bone mask peeked out from the dense forest.

"The effect is really good..." Chen Heng licked his lips and got up, walking towards the Black Witch Gods that were appearing one after another.

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While Chen Heng was hunting Black Witch Gods, Bai Jun was in a state of anxiety in the three-story building of the Bone Flute Tribe.

"What should I do..."

Bai Jun's eyes were full of confusion, and he felt a headache looking at the vast crowd of barbarians outside.

He had followed Chen Heng's instructions and 'conquered' the small tribes around that had no Witch God protection.

To put it nicely, it was conquest; in reality, as long as he went to those tribes and said that he could bring them the protection of a Witch God, those small tribes would immediately surrender.

Of course, there were some stubborn individuals, but without Bai Jun needing to act, their own tribesmen perfectly resolved these minor issues.

Moreover, as the number of people in the Ancestral Witch Clan increased, the number of people who had obtained the zhurong totem also reached three.

Three people, besides Bai Jun.

"Bai Jun, what's wrong?"

Bu Dan pushed open Bai Jun's door and walked in, carrying a roasted beef leg.

Ever since Chen Heng left, Bu Dan had been less tense, and she had become much more familiar with Bai Jun.

At least now, the two could call each other by name.

"Nothing, it's just that there are too many people..."

Bai Jun shook his head, took the beef leg Bu Dan offered, and took a big bite.

"The clan's food is getting scarcer, and there's not much edible left in the Forest of Death."

"Not to mention, they're all gathered within the clan; there's no place for them to live."

Thinking of this, Bai Jun's headache worsened.

"It's fine, they can sleep on the ground."

Bu Dan didn't think that much; having the protection of a Witch God was already a very fortunate thing for them.

"Sigh..." Bai Jun sighed and opened his dragon skin pouch.

"Alright, I'll think of a way."

As he spoke, Bai Jun took out a handful of seeds from the dragon skin pouch.

These seeds were something he had accidentally created when he was haphazardly refining medicine.

The crops grown from them were exceptionally unpalatable, but the yield was astonishingly high, and the growth cycle was very short.

Using them at this time was perfectly suitable.

"What is this?" Bu Dan gently poked the seeds in Bai Jun's hand and asked curiously.

"These are seeds; the things that grow from them can be eaten."

Bai Jun patiently explained about the seeds in his hand.

"Let's go, come with me to plant these seeds."

"Mm." Bu Dan nodded and trotted behind Bai Jun... In Dragon Tomb, inside Dragon One's small house.

"Big Sister, there's a small problem with the monitoring over there."

Dragon Six glanced at Snake Green, who was sitting beside Dragon One, then turned and said seriously.

"What happened?" Dragon One looked up at Dragon Six.

"Um..." Dragon Six hesitated for a moment, seemingly thinking about how to explain.

"Big Sister, you should come and see for yourself."

"Alright." Dragon One picked up Snake Green beside her and followed Dragon Six out.

"Sister Dragon One, what are we going to do?"

Snake Green put away the Dragon Clan secret technique in her hand and looked up to ask.

"You will have to deal with this sooner or later; this is our Dragon Clan's mission."

Dragon One stroked Snake Green's hair and pointed to the extra-large grave in the distance.

"We have always been monitoring the state of the origin, although its effect is not great, this is the task the Creator left us."

"Unless the Dragon Clan is extinct, we will forever guard this place."