Chapter 130: The Wolf Clan Is About to Be Destroyed

"Where did the snake nest come from? A few days ago the mountain flood already washed the snake nest away, and now not even ants are easy to find; Heaven's Daughter said we aren't allowed to eat those things, yet we have nothing to eat now, Na Yao, our Tribe has always survived by hunting these snakes and insects, what shall we eat now, tell me?"

Asu is the Tribe's strongman, responsible for protecting the people's safety, but now the people have nothing to eat, which is scarier than an enemy invasion.

There are few animals in the forest, and even if there are, they cannot catch them; the Wolf Clansmen are rumored to be formidable, but in fact they have long since degenerated much of their offensive power.

In recent years only their reputation remains outward, while internally they have long lost any combat ability.

Now within the Tribe only Na Yao and a few dozen young males can go out to hold a line, but what to do without food? In fact, when the old chief was alive this problem already existed, but he died before it could be solved.

Now these problems must be handed to the young Na Yao.

Na Yao watches the starving tribespeople and feels even more distressed; a sharp glint flashes in his eyes, as if he is making a difficult decision.

Finally, he speaks.

"Asu, go bring out all the food from the Treasure Cave and distribute it to everyone to fill their stomachs."

When the words left his mouth, Asu hurriedly shook his head, "Na Yao, how can we touch that food? That's what we stored for Winter. If we eat it now, what about Winter? With heavy Snow, there will be nowhere to find food."

"Shut up, that's still better than starving to death now. Do it."

Na Yao's words still carried authority; soon Asu ordered people to bring the designated food. To Nan Qinghuan's surprise, the so‑called food turned out to be… white dumplings wrapped in Plantain leaves. She didn't know what they were, hurried forward and asked, "Na Yao, what is this?"

Na Yao now holds no hostility toward Nan Qinghuan, only respect. He gazes at her deeply, then personally takes a piece of food and hands it to her, "This is called tong cake, made from grass, it tastes good. These were stockpiled by my father for the Winter."

Nan Qinghuan looked at the food; it was dry and how could it be eaten? She even tasted it and almost vomited, not knowing what they had added—it was so bitter she couldn't eat it at all, yet the tribespeople devoured it ravenously. Seeing this, her nose tinged with sourness.

Seeing again in the Ancient People the famished tribespeople, she now harbors an intense hatred for those in the modern era who waste food.

Only those who have starved can comprehend the terror of famine.

And she is now deep in it; fortunately she ate a rabbit yesterday, which was essentially the best luxury Ying could give her.

She gritted her teeth, feeling uneasy, "These things can't be eaten in excess, they will…"

She originally wanted to say they were hard to digest, but held back; arguing that saying it's indigestible to a starving person is nonsense? She examined the food closely; actually they were pounded grass, with some unknown additive. From the outside they resembled modern Mugwort cake, but she knew the taste was far worse than Mugwort cake.

"What will happen? Are you saying it tastes bad?"

"No, I…"

"Ying, Heaven's Daughter, you all come with me."

Ying had been standing beside Nan Qinghuan; today he kept feeling that Na Yao was off. He knows Na Yao now faces the greatest crisis since taking over the Tribe—famine. So, what will he do to save these people? On a towering cliff, the drizzle had ceased, and a golden ray gradually burst from the clouds at the horizon, then illuminated the world.

It must be said, the Ancient People's sunset was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

The three stood windward on the cliff edge; the view stretched endlessly, revealing desert below and some faint woods, like a bald old man.

This land is riddled with countless scars from human destruction.

Na Yao looked at the sandy ground below and gave a bitter smile, "When I was young, this area was a lush forest; we could hunt beasts for meat and Beast Skin. But my father, after hearing the High Priest's words about cultivating an immortal elixir, had people cut down all the trees for alchemy firewood. Gradually the forest dwindled, and our food dwindled too. I never imagined that after a hundred years, the Wolf Clan would fall into my hands."

Na Yao's mouth twitched with a desperate smile, the sharp wind ruffling his long hair as he stood. Nan Qinghuan and Ying stood together, and she at that moment realized that it was Ying's father who had doomed the Tribe.

What surprised her even more was that these Ancient People also believed in Divine Medicine.

"That priest truly deserves death; where on earth does an elixir of immortality come from? It destroyed so many forests and the Tribe's survival."

Na Yao now greatly admires Nan Qinghuan; when he first met her, he thought she was different from the other females—she was petite yet bold, not afraid of him at all. He even suspected that his own people had been killed by her, but after Ying arrived, he learned who she truly was.

"Heaven's Daughter is right; the High Priest deserves death, so when my father failed, I already preemptively killed the former High Priest, cut off his head, and hung it in the forest."

It must be said, Na Yao sees clearly; these savages may be somewhat unruly, but they are clever.

Nan Qinghuan was about to comfort him when Na Yao suddenly said, "Rongdi is about to launch an attack. Ying, take Heaven's Daughter and leave quickly; I'll show you the way. You can return to your territory via the small path."

Ying didn't expect that he summoned them here to send them away; he thought Na Yao would ask for rescue, since the Tribe's current crisis could be solved with a single word—its people would bring food to the Wolf Clan.

But he guessed wrong.

"I thought you would ask me to save you?"

The two men's gazes met; Na Yao only gave a self‑mocking smile, his eyes full of arrogance, "I don't like you; I will never beg you for rescue, even if every member of the Tribe perishes. This land may be given to others, but I still won't ask you for help."

"Having backbone, in that you are like my father."

Ying took a deep breath, then reached out and grasped Nan Qinghuan's hand, his gaze indulgent, "Qinghuan, we should return; this matter doesn't concern us."

Nan Qinghuan, however, didn't want to leave; she didn't want to see the tribespeople starve alive, nor be slain by Rongdi, "Ying, let me try, okay?"

"Qinghuan, you want to save them?"

Ying knew her temperament, but should the Wolf Clansmen be saved? How did she intend to save them? Nan Qinghuan nodded, "Ying, don't stop me."

Ying said nothing, seemingly giving his tacit consent.

Seeing Ying's agreement, her confidence surged; she quickly turned to Na Yao, "Na Yao, don't lose heart, you haven't lost yet; you can think of a way."

"A way?"

Na Yao only shook his head, his eyes full of despair. He had exhausted every possible scheme; even if Rongdi never attacked, he still didn't know how to feed those people. So many mouths to feed, and he truly had no answer. Perhaps this is Heaven's will—they truly are on the brink of extinction.

"You can't do it; the Tribe's fate is sealed. Let's go."

Leaving those words, Na Yao turned to leave. He intended to set the place ablaze before Rongdi could breach, leaving nothing for them.

"Ah, Na Yao…"

Na Yao ignored her and prepared to go, but Nan Qinghuan didn't want to leave like that; the treasure she came for hadn't appeared yet.

"Na Yao, stop! If you abandon them, are you fit to be the chief here?"

"Qinghuan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Ying knew he wouldn't give up, but he didn't want her to get involved in this matter any further.

Na Yao halted, a bit irritated, then suddenly twisted his head, letting out a hoarse snarl and exposing two Wolf Fangs; the sight was terrifying. He tried to scare Nan Qinghuan away, but she seemed unfazed.

Indeed, she had seen every beast; was she still afraid of Ana Yao who could not Beast Transform? "You don't need to bare your teeth and grin to try to scare me away. I'm very bold, Na Yao; I just have one question for you: do you believe?"