The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 117 - 117 63 Human Clan Division

117: Chapter 63 Human Clan Division 117: Chapter 63 Human Clan Division Let’s not discuss Li Qingming for now, and return to the East Sea Coast to look at the Human Clan.

After more than a thousand years of development, the Human Clan has already split into several tribes, each led by some of the most outstanding clansmen from the past millennium.

As the Human Clan’s Eight Ancestors and the Human Clan’s Saints, they naturally retired and silently guarded the Human Clan from behind.

Over those thousand years, the Human Clan became accustomed to ferocious demon beasts and to the cycle of life and death.

However, some of the younger clansmen, upon seeing those Cultivators from the Primordial Land traveling across the skies and moving mountains and seas, couldn’t help but feel envious.

With the formation of tribes, the positions of the Human Clan changed, and naturally, subtle shifts in attitudes arose between them.

If not for the pressure from the Eight Ancestors above them, they might have already fought amongst themselves countless times.

Humanity is a peculiar group; the first and following second and third generations were simple and honest.

But as the tribe expanded, people developed desires, which is understandable.

Only with such desires can the Human Clan survive and develop.

Sui Ren and the other seven witnessed the original close-knit and helpful community starting to show internal disagreements, and even splits, feeling both angry and helpless.

Following Li Qingming’s teachings, they did not interfere with the Human Clan’s development.

They understood that this was the inevitable conflict that Li Qingming had spoken of that would arise following the development of the Human Clan.

Nonetheless, it was tough for the eight of them to bear.

Distressed and in disarray, the eight decided to enter into seclusion, sending out an Ancestor every hundred years to oversee the Human Clan.

On the East Sea Coast, near the cave where Li Qingming once rested, stood a very simple yet majestic wooden house.

This was the meeting room for the leaders of the six Human Clan tribes.

“Yuan Qing, we the Human Clan have been living on the East Sea Coast for generations, and now that all the Human Ancestors are in seclusion, what is your purpose in proposing to move all our people to the inland of Primordial?” A strong and mighty man dressed in a tiger-skin robe, gently tapped the wooden table in front of him, addressing the man sitting across from him.

“Ran Ji, don’t pressure me with the Human Ancestors!

Our Human Clan is expanding rapidly, and if we remain complacent, in a hundred years our clan will have no land to live on, no food to eat!

With such a large population, do we just die of crowding and starvation?” Yuan Qing roared stoutly, his calloused palm fiercely pounding the wooden table.

“Indeed, elder brother Ran Ji!

Our branch of the tribe now has over thirty million people, and food is becoming very scarce.

Even our living spaces are crowded, with over ten people gathered together, and our people are already overwhelmed!” A slender and handsome young man, with a worried expression, echoed Yuan Qing’s sentiments.

“Yan Wen, why are you saying this too?

Let me repeat, I firmly oppose our Human Clan venturing out of the East Sea at this time.

Over these thousand years, although we have constantly migrated, we have never dared to go beyond those vast mountains and forests, never daring to step foot inland of Primordial!” Ran Ji glanced over the other five and continued:

“Have you guys forgotten what You Chao said before his seclusion?

What’s the situation outside now?

The relations between the Witch and Demon Clans are tense, constantly fighting day by day.

Even the Great Powers with profound cultivation are not coming out.

And you still think about going out?

What for, to seek death?”

“Besides these two clans, the Primordial wilderness is teeming with savage beasts.

The Witch and Demon Clans have their Divine Skills, so they can survive and wander freely in the Primordial Land.

But what about us, the Human Clan?

Do we have the profound Mana like the Demon Race, or the robust bodies like the Witch Clan?

Hmm?” Ran Ji became more agitated as he spoke, raising his voice when he reached the last word.

Ran Ji, as the leader, was naturally not a stick-in-the-mud.

Although he had foreseen this day coming, he hadn’t expected it to arrive so quickly.

“But if we don’t migrate to the inland on a large scale, how can we ensure our people don’t suffer from hunger and cold?” The only female among the six tribe leaders suddenly spoke with hesitation: “It’s okay for us, but the people from the fourth generation and onward have never been to the inland.

They all want to see what the real Primordial Land looks like.”

Ran Ji glared sharply at the woman, then sighed, and said, “Tian Hong, there will always be a way!”

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone present furrowed their brows, deep in thought about the path ahead.

“Creak!”

Just then, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an indifferent expression and a face as handsome as jade, strode in.

Ran Ji raised his head to look at the young man and said, “Zhan Xu, what are you here for?

Leave at once!”

This young man named Zhan Xu, after taking a sweeping glance at everyone, spoke, “Father, I think you are wrong.

The tribe can only develop by venturing out.

Stagnation will not bring any progress to the clan!”

Ran Ji flew into a rage, his figure blurred, and he slapped a palm at Zhan Xu, shouting furiously, “Scoundrel!

Since when did you start making decisions for our tribe?

Get out!”

Zhan Xu, his face dark and covered, muttered, “One day you will understand, you must understand!”

This was but a minor episode, however, for Ran Ji, the leader of the conservative faction within the tribe, to have such a rebellious son became a laughing stock for the Migration Faction.

Half a month later.

“Lord Ran Ji, something terrible has happened…

Lord Ran Ji, something terrible has happened!” A robust young man pounded frantically on Ran Ji’s door.

Ran Ji, with bloodshot eyes, pulled open the door, and asked, “What’s the matter that you are so panicked?”

The young man, drenched in sweat, looked at Ran Ji and said, “Lord Ran Ji, brother Zhan Xu, brother Zhan Xu has been missing for over ten days!”

“What?

What!” The originally haggard Ran Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide, reached out his hands, and shook the young man’s shoulders, asking, “When did this happen?

Haven’t you gone looking for him?”

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, enduring the intense pain in his shoulders, and said with a bitter smile, “We have looked for him, but we have never seen him!”

Ran Ji slumped to the ground, looked at his own hands, and tear drops glistened in the corner of his eyes, speechlessly silent!

Where exactly had Zhan Xu gone?

As the son of the tribal leader, Zhan Xu had several encounters with the Human Ancestors in his childhood.

Ziyi had even taken the young him soaring through the skies, which filled the young boy’s heart with endless longing for those who practiced cultivation.

The day Zhan Xu left the wooden hut, he sat in silence for a long while.

The next day, he left the tribe without a penny to his name, heading into the inland of the Primordial Land.

Having practiced the Witch Clan Combat Skill left by Li Qingming since childhood, the talented Zhan Xu had a robust physique.

Perhaps due to the innate harmony between the Human Clan and the Dao, Zhan Xu, not yet twenty-five years old, already possessed the cultivation level of Refining God to Void without any prior training.

After leaving the tribe, Zhan Xu would kneel and bow upon encountering mountains, each time for three days and three nights, performing the full ritual of three bows and nine kowtows.

Along the way, there were not a few creatures of cultivation struck in awe by Zhan Xu, yet considering that he was one of the Human Clan created by Lady Nuwa, they had never heard of anyone accepting a human as a disciple, and thus all put aside the thought of teaching him cultivation.

Strangely enough, during the decade or so following his pilgrimage for sages, Zhan Xu experienced not the slightest danger.

From this, one could see that this child’s Qi Fortune was extraordinary.

As the flowers bloomed separately on their own branches,

Li Qingming, having established the Island Protection Array that day, had gone back to Ten Thousand Bamboo Island once to bring both his disciples, his younger brother, and mother to Penglai Island.

They began living a leisurely life of fishing and planting grasses.

One day, Li Qingming suddenly remembered several Spiritual Treasures he had acquired from the Middle Ancient World.

He had originally planned to give them to The Three Pure Ones but, having returned from the Middle Ancient World and been caught up in a multitude of affairs, he had completely forgotten about this matter.

Now that he was at leisure, and it had been several hundred years since his last visit to Kunlun Mountain, he saw the visit as a perfect opportunity to present the treasures.

Upon this thought, Li Qingming notified his mother, Life, and instructed his two disciples to diligently continue their cultivation practice, and then he set off westward.

Along the way, he passed through the territories where the Human Clan dwelled, taking special care to survey the area with his Primordial Spirit.

Although the evolution of the Human Clan had achieved a considerable scale, in Li Qingming’s eyes, it was still so negligible.

At this moment, Li Qingming felt both pleased to see the scale the Human Clan had achieved and troubled by the issue of division within the clan.

Contemplating deeply to the point of a splitting headache, he had no choice but to dismiss the thought and continue his journey to Kunlun Mountain.

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