Chapter 1973

Now, things had finally returned to normal.

And the crowd who had eaten the soul ingredients clearly still had an unsatisfied expression, their eyes once again staring straight at Ye Changqing.

Facing everyone's gaze, Ye Changqing spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Don't look at me; there were only so many ingredients to begin with. There's some left, but if you want to eat, wait until tomorrow."

The remaining Pre-Spirits were only enough for one meal; after all, the Kelan Tribe was a small tribe, and the number of Pre-Spirits was limited.

Hearing this, everyone finally realized—yes, there weren't many of these Pre-Spirit ingredients.

For a time, the crowd, now full and satisfied, started to think—they would probably need to get another batch of Pre-Spirit ingredients.

Qi Xiong, Saint Master Yun Luo, Saint Master Yaochi, and other ancestors hurriedly went to discuss.

Luck had to be snatched, and ingredients couldn't be let go either; they had to think carefully about how to proceed.

Just as they were about to leave, Qi Xiong seemed to suddenly think of something and turned back to shout.

"Xu Jie, Xu Jie....................... stop licking the bowl, damn it, come here."

After calling a few times with no response, Qi Xiong finally found Xu Jie in a corner, still holding his bowl and licking it comfortably.

Seeing this, Qi Xiong scolded him angrily—is this the time to lick the bowl? We need to get ingredients.

"Coming."

Washing the bowl and putting it into his space ring—he didn't know when this trend started, but now almost everyone carried their own bowls and chopsticks in their space rings; it was simply outrageous.

Trotting over to Qi Xiong, he revealed a sycophantic smile.

"Saint Master, did you call me?"

"Cut the crap, let's go, think about where to get ingredi.......... bah, get luck."

Bringing Xu Jie into the ancestral grounds was to act as a dog-headed strategist; wasn't this the time he needed to contribute?

The ancestors took Xu Jie away to discuss the next action plan.

As for the others, after eating, they dispersed one after another to do their own things.

Only Ye Changqing, Fairy Baihua, and Jue Ying were left; the three had nothing to do and were very relaxed.

Within the ancestral grounds, the Human experts were busy, but whenever someone passed by the ancient stele in the center, for some reason, they would always stop and look at it.

"What are you looking at?"

"I..........."

"You wouldn't be thinking............"

"I'm not."

Naturally, there were Pre-Spirits within this Human ancient stele, and the number of these Pre-Spirits was far greater than that of the Kelan Tribe.

Presumably, the taste shouldn't be bad either.

But being questioned by a companion, they immediately sobered up—what the hell am I thinking? These are our Human Pre-Spirits.

For a moment, the two looked at each other with strange expressions, cursing themselves as beasts in their hearts.

And the Human Pre-Spirits within the ancient stele, who originally had no intelligence, suddenly felt a chill down their spines for some reason.

If these Pre-Spirits had intelligence, they would definitely say, you are truly unfilial to the point of death.

I have shed blood and made contributions for the Humans, and even in death, I am guarding the Human ancestral grounds, and you little brats are actually setting your sights on me?

This thought was simply rebellious, but it was just a thought; blinded by greed, naturally, they wouldn't actually do it.

If they were going to eat, they would go eat the Pre-Spirits of other tribes; how could they lay a hand on their own ancestors?

Currently, all tribes had basically arrived at their own ancestral grounds and started preparing for the upcoming snatching of luck.

Only the Kelan Tribe was like a homeless person.

Sitting in their own ancestral grounds, looking at the sky, then at the ancient stele, they were all dejected, as if they had lost their souls.

"Sigh............"

"Stop sighing, what do we do now? The ancestral grounds are gone, and there's no luck."

The two ancestors were at their wits' end; where should their Kelan Tribe go from here?

Hearing this, one of the ancestors thought for a while and, after much hesitation, said.

"The ancestral grounds are useless now, unless we can get luck, but with our strength..............."

"Let's go to the Superior Tribe; perhaps we can get some luck, and that way we might have a glimmer of hope."

Relying solely on the Kelan Tribe's own strength, it was too difficult to snatch the power of luck.

After all, their Kelan Tribe was the weakest tribe in the Haotu World.

Now, the only thing they could rely on seemed to be the Superior Shi Tribe.

Hearing this, the other ancestor frowned slightly; he felt somewhat unhappy with the Shi Tribe, although he didn't believe the Shi Tribe would do such a thing, he just felt uncomfortable.

Going to rely on the Shi Tribe at this time just felt wrong.

"I know you're uncomfortable, and I am too, but besides this, is there any other way?"

Seeing what the ancestor was thinking, the other ancestor said.

If we're talking about being uncomfortable, who in the Kelan Tribe is happy right now? Everyone must be unhappy.

But for the survival of the tribe, this is not the time to care about such things; even if there is a great grievance, it can only be swallowed.

This is the sadness of being weak.

If it were any other powerful tribe, if their power of luck were snatched, they could find a weaker tribe to snatch it back.

But the Kelan Tribe couldn't do that; they could only rely on the so-called Superior Tribe.

From this point of view, the Humans were truly lucky.

This was also something countless Human ancestors had fought for with their lives to ensure that their descendants would have at least a minimum guarantee of safety.

"Fine, let's go to the Superior Tribe."

After pondering for a long time, the two Kelan ancestors finally decided to visit the Shi Tribe's ancestral grounds first.

Not for anything else, but to beg for some power of luck.

At the very least, they couldn't let their Kelan ancestral grounds become a ruin.

As long as there was a little bit of the power of luck, they could at least fight for a glimmer of hope.

Of course, the impact would definitely be unavoidable; for a long time to come, the Kelan Tribe's days would likely be very difficult.

For the already weak Kelan Tribe, this was no different from adding frost to snow.

They didn't take all their tribesmen, only a small portion.

As a subordinate tribe of the Shi Tribe, the Kelan Tribe naturally knew the location of the Shi Tribe's ancestral grounds.

So they arrived at the Shi Tribe's ancestral grounds very smoothly.

Facing the arrival of the two Kelan ancestors, the Shi Tribe was still full of confusion.

"The ancestral grounds have just opened; why aren't you preparing in your own ancestral grounds instead of running here?"

A Shi Tribe Great Saint asked with a strange expression.

Logically speaking, a Great Saint facing a Great Emperor should be respectful, but as a Shi Tribe Great Saint facing their subordinate tribe, even if they were Great Emperors, they didn't have much respect in their hearts.

To put it bluntly, aren't you just servants of my Shi Tribe?

At this, although the two Kelan ancestors were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to act out and could only reply in a low voice.

"I want to see the Shi Tribe ancestor."