Chapter 231: Scare Him So Bad He Pisses His Pants

Ying wanted to tell her, but unexpectedly, Dashan came rushing over from not far away.

"Ying..."

Everyone looked behind them and saw... Dashan was holding some skulls in his hands, strung together with rope—one, two, three... Nan Qinghuan's scalp tingled at the sight of those bones. "Dashan, how can there be so many..."

Skulls? She knew these people had been dead for a long time and had turned to bone, but seeing these things still made her furious. Although ancient society was brutal, killing people and then cutting off their heads was too cruel.

These were all their tribesmen.

Dashan's face was black with anger. "The Quanrong sent them. Ying, this is a provocation against us. We must make the Quanrong know that the Ying Tribe is not to be trifled with."

Indeed, Dashan was so angry he wished he could go deal with the Quanrong right now, because among those heads, there might be his own relatives.

Originally, Nan Qinghuan was willing to listen to Ying on this matter. She believed Ying would handle it well, but... she couldn't hold back anymore.

Killing people, cutting off their heads, and making them into skulls to send as a provocation—damn it.

Unbearable!

Nan Qinghuan clenched her fists. Those skulls stared at her with hollow eyes, making her feel deeply unsettled!

"Damn it, this is too much. If this Quanrong isn't properly dealt with, our tribesmen's souls won't rest. Ying, we won't just rescue them—we'll also..."

She parted her thin lips and spoke word by word, "Scare him so badly that he'll piss his pants and flee the Huang Jin Chao, never daring to invade the Tribe again."

Hearing this, the few men stared at her in shock. Beneath the bonfire, a cold glint flashed in Nan Qinghuan's eyes—a look of a Heavenly God looking down on mortals.

It was very stirring.

Hearing this, Ying stared at her in astonishment and grabbed her arm. "Qinghuan, what did you say?"

"I said we'll make the Quanrong get out of the Huang Jin Chao and never invade us again. Youchao Xuan, prepare a map of that place for me. Ying, how much do you know about the Quanrong? Do you know their strengths and weaknesses?"

Ying didn't understand "strengths and weaknesses." Nan Qinghuan explained again, and only then did Ying realize it meant shortcomings.

Indeed, those ghastly white bones had pushed her past her limit. Although this was ancient times, killing her tribesmen so wantonly was unforgivable.

She absolutely had to teach that Quanrong a lesson.

"Qinghuan, you want to come with us?"

At the break of dawn, on the Huang Jin Chao Top in the early morning, a brand-new Sacrificial Altar had been completed. Many slaves had died building this Sacrificial Altar, including people captured by the Quanrong Tribe. The young ones were eaten, while the old were thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

The sea wind was strong, blowing the Quanrong's hair wildly in all directions.

Behind him, the Rongdi walked up. "It's built. When do we start?"

The Rongdi had grown impatient waiting for this day. His tribe's strength wasn't yet enough to deal with Ying. Now that Ying was powerful and had Nan Qinghuan helping him, he was using the Quanrong to deal with Ying. Once Ying was dead, he could split the Ying Tribe with the Quanrong, and then their tribesmen, the Tulou, the rice, potatoes, and corn—all of it would be theirs.

Thinking of this, the Rongdi couldn't wait for Ying to arrive.

"Has Ying come yet?"

The Quanrong wasn't a fool either. He had gathered information about the Ying Tribe last night, and he hadn't expected the Ying Tribe to be so powerful now. He felt he had underestimated them, but now he could only fight with his back against the wall.

If everything went smoothly today, he would win.

The Rongdi didn't answer, instead changing the subject. "I heard you've already dug out over a dozen skulls and sent them over. That's the greatest provocation. If he still doesn't come after that, then he's a useless fellow."

"Rongdi, if he comes today, we'll take him down together. Once he's dead, everything in his tribe will be ours."

"Of course. My men are ready. You can begin. I think he's already here."

"Here?"

The Quanrong turned and looked around. To be honest, he was still a bit nervous. Sacrificing to the Heavenly God and killing people from the Ying Tribe on such a grand scale was unprecedented.

Just thinking about it felt exhilarating.

Boom, boom, boom... The sound of a Bronze Drum rang out from not far away. Then, the High Priest, dressed in grass clothes and a Grass Skirt, walked up to the Quanrong. "Chieftain, the time is near. Begin the Ritual to Heaven."

The people of the Quanrong Tribe all wore Grass Skirts and grass clothes. Their handicrafts were highly developed; they could weave grass ropes into various grass garments to cover their bodies.

The Quanrong glanced at the azure sky. Suddenly, he began shouting toward the sea, uttering incomprehensible words. Soon, the people of the Quanrong Tribe erupted in excitement.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Their way of expressing joy was to tilt their heads back and howl at the sky. Their howling terrified the women who were about to be sacrificed, making them cry and beg for mercy.

"Save us, save us!"

"Rongdi, come with me to the Sacrificial Altar."

As the two arrived, the people of the Quanrong Tribe parted to make way, making chattering sounds, looking very excited.

Because this land was about to become theirs.

"Waa, waa..."

The women being sacrificed kept crying. They were about to be killed.

From atop the towering Sacrificial Altar, the view stretched endlessly.

When the Quanrong and the Rongdi stood up there, he felt that everything was his.

"Heaven bless my tribe! The Quanrong are unmatched! The Ritual begins!"

Boom, boom, boom... The sound of the Bronze Drum echoed through the valley, shaking the surroundings.

The birds in the forest, frightened by the Bronze Drum's sound, fled in all directions.

Seeing this, the Rongdi narrowed his eyes slightly. Was Ying coming? His heart leaped into his throat.

The lone wolf seemed to sense it too, leaning slightly toward the Rongdi and whispering, "Chieftain, something's wrong. We need to be careful."

The Rongdi curled his lips in a cold smile without saying much. This was his first time being so close to the Quanrong, and also his first time seeing his tribe's customs.

Sacrificing to Heaven—whose land this would ultimately be was still uncertain!

After a string of gibberish in the native language, the High Priest had a group of women come to dance on the Sacrificial Altar. They wore no clothes or skirts, their bodies completely exposed, and they danced and shouted around the Bonfire, looking almost possessed.

Seeing this, the Rongdi's gaze turned to the distance. He was waiting, waiting for Ying to appear.

After a round of celebration, suddenly, a woman quickly got up from the ground and then, with great care, held out an Iron Ring with both hands, like an ancient crown, though not as refined.

Step by step, she walked toward the Quanrong.

That was an ancient sacrificial custom—the Grass Girl offering the Iron Ring. People from other tribes also came to congratulate the Quanrong.

"Congratulations to the chief for occupying the Huang Jin Chao. This is a gift we have brought."

That Quanrong was tall; he had to crouch down to reach the ring. After the Grass Girl placed it on his head, the High Priest suddenly shouted, "RitualCompleted—send the offering!"

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