Chapter 210: Watching Ying Tribe Mock Themselves, Only to Become the Joke

Knowing that Ji Lei had arrived, it must be that she had something to ask Ying; Nan Qinghuan also hurried to have Ying set her down, and Ying crouched carefully, his every movement made Ji Lei and the others' jaws drop.

When did Ying develop such a gentle side, like a little wolfdog? Yet they have seen his ferocity and skill; he is not a little wolfdog.

He is a wild, unruly wolf, now tamed by this female Nan Qinghuan.

Ji Lei admires Nan Qinghuan; it turns out their Oumu is the most powerful person in the Tribe.

After Ying set Nan Qinghuan down, he affectionately patted her head; Nan Qinghuan leaned against him, quietly listening to their conversation.

"Ji Lei, what's the matter?"

Ji Lei quickly bowed, "Ying, the flood has passed; our land and Tulou were not submerged, but…"

"But what?"

Ying stood there lightly leaning against the terrace, looking somewhat cool.

"The other Tribes were flooded; the Wolf Tribe was the most submerged, the Cannibal Tribe as well, and Rongdi's area was also flooded."

Ying sent Ji Lei to check each Tribe's situation; hearing that Rongdi was also flooded, he squinted slightly, "Rongdi, his house wasn't built in a tree, was it also flooded?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Lei hurriedly replied, "This Rainy Season's heavy rains were excessive; many of Rongdi Tribe's slaves' caves were submerged, and I've heard many died."

"He won't feel sorry for the dead slaves? What is he doing now?"

"Ying, I heard that Rongdi recently encountered the Dog Rong; I don't know what collusion they have."

"Met the Dog Rong?"

Hearing that, Ying's expression changed slightly, "Want to learn our Blood Oath?"

"I'm not quite clear, I'm still gathering information, Ying, should Ashu and the Wolf Tribe go…"

"Of course we should help them; our Tulou was built with their help, and now they are in trouble, we must help. Take some people to rescue them."

"Then I'll go right now."

"Wait, any news on Youchao Xuan?"

"None yet; the people we sent out in the rain haven't returned."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan felt somewhat worried about Youchao Xuan; that kid had been gone for several days, and she didn't know whether he had quelled the internal strife.

It must be said that Youchao Xuan is truly a fine man; he wanted her to help her, but he knew that he himself could not leave here, so Youchao Xuan kept silent, and wouldn't even let Youchao Ji speak; if she hadn't pressed Youchao Ji, she wouldn't have known that the Youchao Tribe had internal turmoil, and as the Clan Leader's son, Youchao Xuan must return to oversee the situation.

She couldn't go, so she contributed two plans, hoping they'd be useful.

Ying, hearing that there was no news, said coldly, "Investigate again."

He knew Nan Qinghuan was worried about Youchao Xuan, reached out and gently patted her head, "Qinghuan, don't worry; that kid won't be harmed, I trust his ability."

The couple's gazes met, eyes full of deep affection; Nan Qinghuan nodded, about to speak, when she heard… "Ying, look who I caught!"

Not far away, Dashan arrived with Axi and a man, hurrying here; upon seeing the man, Nan Qinghuan seemed to recognize him—wasn't this… the one called Xuanfeng? He's a Beastman, from Rongdi!

"Kneel."

Xuanfeng was forced to kneel; his wings were soaked and heavy, and after being discovered he couldn't fly, which is why the Ying Tribe captured him.

"It's you, I know you; you're a subordinate of Rongdi, what are you doing in the Tribe? What mischief?"

Xuanfeng, seeing Nan Qinghuan, was filled with rage; he lifted his head and glared at her fiercely. "What, the chief sent me to see whether you are dead?"

Nan Qinghuan smiled, "I guess that's it; he's just waiting to watch our joke. So how do you plan to go back and reply to him?"

Xuanfeng lowered his head; I must say he truly admired Nan Qinghuan. He had seen them build the Tulou and saw they were not flooded; on the contrary, when he looked at Rongdi Tribe, he knew the heavy rains had submerged it.

On one side stood the intact Ying Tribe, on the other the waterlogged Rongdi Tribe; at that moment Xuanfeng envied the Ying Tribe's people.

"I am now in your hands and can't return; you may kill me."

"So you want to die; Rongdi sent you to watch our joke?"

Xuanfeng looked up, glared at her, and said bluntly, "He has always been waiting to see your joke; I didn't expect this mud-made house to be so sturdy. Nan Qinghuan, what method did you use?"

Although he disliked Nan Qinghuan for thinking she had captured Rongdi's heart, these days he still greatly admired her; he witnessed the rise of the Ying Tribe, the Tulou didn't collapse nor flood, and he saw their people enjoying themselves here.

There was fish meat to eat, and hot mushroom soup to drink.

For a moment he was so envious of them.

Only, regrettably, he is a Beastman and thus different from them.

Water and fire cannot coexist!

Nan Qinghuan found Xuanfeng rather amusing, "You want to know what method I used?"

"I…"

"Qinghuan, don't talk much with him; since Rongdi sent you to watch the joke, this time I give you a way out. Xuanfeng, right? You go back and tell him everything that happened here, tell Rongdi that if they want to contend with me, they are bound to lose."

Dashan was surprised to hear this; it had been hard for him to capture this spy.

"Ying, are you going to release him?"

Ying, after his own deliberation, squinted slightly and reached to straighten his garments, "This is the last time; I will make him know my Tribe is indomitable. From now on he should be careful; any alliance he seeks will be futile."

It must be said that Ying's mind is now broader, and of course even more inscrutable.

Nan Qinghuan saw the ambition of conquering Tribes in his eyes; at that instant she inhaled a cold breath, seeming to understand what he intended.

The once hot‑tempered, domineering wild man seemed to have gradually matured; he could actually let Xuanfeng go, only to have him return to warn Rongdi. She seemed able to foresee Ying's future achievements.

Perhaps in the future he will vie for Tribes, become the overlord of Tribes, building a massive empire to end this ancient history.

Suddenly, her eyes widened as she looked at Ying—could it be that he is… The sky was overcast, and the rainforest still drizzled lightly.

Rongdi Tribe's people were struggling to keep a fire; a torrential back‑flow flood submerged the caves and everything on the ground. Moreover, many of the beasts raised by Rongdi also died.

The beast carcasses, mixed with the floodwater, surged into the water, emitting a foul stench.

Rongdi's chief's high residence was untouched, but his people suffered; this Rainy Season he lost many people and beasts.

Thus his mood was also very bad.

"Chief, we have already collected many beast carcasses to discard, but many remain unfound."

From the Treehouse, Rongdi looked down at the chaotic ground below; a lone wolf behind him returned from patrol to report.

A light rain fell from the sky, and Rongdi's wings were also drenched; on his scar‑like face he had again painted a white Totem, looking fierce and terrifying.

Since his last Beast Transformation, his body has not been well, so he thought of making a deal with the Dog Rong.

He cannot watch the Ying Tribe grow strong; he intends to Curse its development, and while hindering it he must also develop his own Tribe, otherwise, in the survival of the law of the jungle, he will be ruthlessly abandoned.

"Continue searching—how many of our people have died?"

"Reporting to the leader, more than ten have died, and some have not been found. However, other Tribes suffered similarly, with heavy losses; I heard the Dog Rong tribe was also flooded, and its females lost all their pups."

"The Dog Rong have so many pups they won't care about this one; has Whirlwind returned?"

He has grasped the situation of the other Tribes, but there is still no news from Ying; he has waited for a very long time.

He hopes to hear that something happened to Ying, hopes to hear that a Tulou collapsed with countless casualties, yet he also fears hearing of Nan Qinghuan's death.

These past days he watched the heavy rain wash everything away; the food he had painstakingly stored was also swept away by the flood, and he could only watch helplessly, because this is the Heavenly God's punishment, the Heavenly God punishing all Tribes over Jiuzhou, and he has accepted the penalty, so he must know what has become of the Ying Tribe.

But he also fears hearing of Nan Qinghuan's death.

These past days he has slept poorly and eaten poorly, constantly feeling uneasy.

Lone Wolf knows he is waiting: "Whirlwind hasn't returned, leader; all Tribes have been flooded, so the Ying Tribe likely couldn't escape. Their Tulou are made of mud; such a massive rain cannot have spared them. Perhaps the Ying Tribe no longer exists."

These words made Rongdi feel both sorrow and joy; he grimaced and looked toward the distant depths of Chonglin, "You mean they are all dead?"