Chapter 191: The Church Tribe Fires Grey Tiles

When Ying questioned him, Youchao Xuan sat up straight, his brows tightening, and shook his head: "I didn't see anything. I was originally living in the cave with Jingang and his wife. With them there, no one dared to enter, but I was attacked when I went out. That person wanted my life. After I shouted, Jingang and his wife rushed out and saved me."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan and her husband exchanged a glance, and Ying quickly ordered You ChaoJi to help Youchao Xuan down to rest: "You both go back and rest first; I'll get to the bottom of this and give you an answer."

"Ying, someone is trying to stop you from building the house; be extra careful."

Youchao Xuan could see it, so Ying could not have missed it. He thought the culprit might be an insider of the tribe, but after thinking carefully, since Shiva and Elder are both dead, and the tribe members over there are busy working, it shouldn't be them. So could it be… "Could it be the work of the Rongdi?"

As soon as Nan Qinghuan said that, Ying and Youchao Xuan exchanged a glance; Youchao Xuan gave a bitter smile, "Goddess, we'll wait for news; it's getting late, let's go back first."

After seeing Youchao Xuan off, Nan Qinghuan walked to the outside of the cave and watched their departing backs. The cave was much quieter now; only Gungun remained, and the wolf Mos had also been sent away by Ying. Previously Mos's purpose was to keep an eye on her; now she won't run away and Mos has also left.

She couldn't think of anyone besides the Rongdi, "The person trying to stop us from building the house must be the Rongdi; didn't you say he was seen outside the tribe a few days ago?"

Ying also doubted the Rongdi, but no one could stop them from building the house.

"Don't worry, Qinghuan, once the house is finished, no one will be able to stop it."

Nan Qinghuan was about to speak when a figure slipped into the pitch‑black night: "Ying, got him!"

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan was delighted and hurried out: "Dashan, where is the person?"

"Oumu, it's a Half-beast, a Rongdi person."

"Rongdi?"

Sure enough, they guessed correctly.

Ying's brows tightened: "Lone Wolf and Xuanfeng were taken away by the Rongdi. He must have known we were building the house and came to sabotage it. Strange, how did his wound heal so quickly?"

"Wound? Ying, did the Rongdi get injured?"

She suddenly thought of something—could it be… Ying didn't answer her, but instead ordered Dashan: "Dashan, behead that person and send the head to the Rongdi. Also, send extra troops to guard the Cave Entrance of Youchao Xuan. Although Jingang is there we're reassured, but he's not human. Now we just hope the house gets built quickly; he must not have any mishap, the Rainy Season is approaching."

I have to say, Ying handles matters very swiftly.

The Rainy Season is near, and the people of the Ying Tribe decided to race against Heaven. Though mortals can overcome Heaven, the tribe has never defied the will of the Heavenly God.

They attribute all gifts, wind, rain, thunder and lightning to the Heavenly God's blessings and punishments.

But with Nan Qinghuan present, she conveyed to them the principle that mortals can overcome Heaven, to tell everyone they can wrest time from Heaven. Early that morning, Nan Qinghuan herself led You ChaoJi, Axi and others to dig a kiln here.

Fortunately, with many people it was easy; after the kiln was finished, she had Dashan take some people to collect mud from the Back Mountain. That mud is specially for making tiles, very sticky and ideal for firing tiles.

She stomped the mud on the ground, continuously blending it, and the tribe members were stunned.

Nan Qinghuan's feet were covered in mud. What was she doing? No one knew, not even Axi standing beside her could understand.

"Qinghuan, why are you stepping in mud? Hurry up, Ying will get angry soon."

Ying couldn't bear Qinghuan doing any work; she made herself so dirty and chaotic, and Ying saw it—how disgraceful? As expected, whatever you fear will appear.

When Ying heard the news, she rushed over, and upon seeing her female companion with her feet stuck in mud, her head covered in misty water, Nan Qinghuan kept pulling up her skirt and stepping, which made Ying feel very distressed.

"Axi, who told you to let Qinghuan work?"

"Ying, it wasn't me, it was…"

"Qinghuan, what are you doing, filthy, come quickly."

"Ying, don't scold Axi. I eat the tribe's food, so of course I have to work. I'm teaching them how to make tiles."

"Tiles?"

Nan Qinghuan knew he didn't understand and didn't want to explain further: "You'll see soon. After you stomp and blend this mud, use the molds here to make tile models, then place them in the kiln to fire. You ChaoJi, do you make your tiles the same way?"

I have to say, You ChaoJi admired her greatly, eyes wide: "Heaven's Daughter, who told you all this?"

It's basically the same steps as their tribe's tile‑making, only theirs is more complicated. Can this method produce good tiles? "This is the wisdom of our ancestors; watch and get to work."

That day, Oumu and Nan Qinghuan personally led the tribe in making tiles—a first ever. Her fair calves were covered in mud, but she was content; soon the tile models emerged and were placed into the kiln for firing.

The tribe had no shortage of firewood; the roaring flames burned her hard work, awaiting a phoenix‑like rebirth miracle.

The dusk hung low, and the setting sun scattered lingering glow across the ground.

The waiting days were long yet full of anticipation; actually she had only read about tile‑making in books, never having done it before—this was her first time in antiquity.

Fortunately, with fire, anything is possible.

Under everyone's eager anticipation, the long‑awaited first batch of tiles had finally been fired. After firing, she told people not to rush to take them out, but instead to extinguish the kiln's fire and drip water inside; this produced Green Tiles.

Finally, the moment to open the kiln arrived.

Nan Qinghuan's heart rose to her throat.

Will they pass? Her breath seemed to hold.

All those tribe members were waiting for a miracle, and she too was waiting.

Finally, when Dashan went into the kiln and emerged, their hands were filled with perfectly intact green tiles.

"Oumu, do you think this is a tile?"

Dashan had never seen them and wasn't sure, but Nan Qinghuan, upon seeing the sheets of green tiles, was almost ready to leap with joy, ecstatic as she gazed at the fruits of her own labor.

"Yes, exactly, these are the earliest green tiles."

She even took a tile and held it in her hand, treating it like a treasure, gently caressing it; the tile's thickness was just right, its color a pale green.

"Success! I succeeded, Ying."

"Qinghuan, wonderful! Our tribe can now make green tiles."

The couple embraced tightly, sharing the joy together. Not far away, Youchao Xuan, who had been busy with the foundation, hurried over with Ying. When he saw the neatly arranged tiles, he was so astonished he could barely speak.

Those tiles looked far superior to theirs; the tiles of their tribe were small and thin, but these… You ChaoJi was also amazed by the tiles, realizing that the Heavenly Maiden was capable of anything.

She waved a tile beside Youchao Xuan and said, "Youchao Xuan, are you foolish? Look, these tiles are made better than ours, right?"