Chapter 233: I Will Not Surrender

The High Priest stared in amazement at the Great Head God on Nan Qinghuan's head repeatedly bowing; with each bow she made, the other tribe members naturally knelt one by one.

"The Great Head God has descended, the Great Head God is angry."

"Quanrong, aren't you kneeling yet?"

Nan Qinghuan tightened her grip on the Fishing Line; indeed, this thing was taken from a space, and, not to brag, it can quite fool these primitives—looks like she's already half successful.

Quanrong stood there watching his own tribe kneel; he himself hesitated a bit—how could the Great Head God manifest? "The Great Head God says you shouldn't kill here, nor seize others' territory; Quanrong, do you understand your crime?"

That Quanrong had intended to kill Nan Qinghuan, but she had the Great Head God on her head, which is the Great Head God of their tribe.

It actually manifested.

Seeing this, Ying and Youchao Xuan were also stunned—how could the Great Head God be controlled by Qinghuan? Quanrong gritted his teeth but still stepped forward, half‑kneeling, "I pay respects to the Great Head God."

"The Great Head God commands: you and your people retreat to the Quanrong Tribe; if you appear again on Ying's territory, you will all die."

Nan Qinghuan's words warned the Quanrong like a Curse; the Quanrong was resentful, but... "You can control the Great Head God—what exactly are you?"

The High Priest finally realized how the Great Head God could be controlled by a female. She didn't believe Nan Qinghuan possessed such ability, so Youchao Xuan rushed forward, reverently, "Everyone listen, she is the Heaven's Daughter, the Goddess I, Youchao Xuan, follow; her words are the will of the gods. Quanrong, aren't you leaving yet?"

"Heaven's Daughter?"

Boom!

This is so shocking.

Quanrong stared in amazement at the High Priest; how had he never heard of it? The High Priest, having read the Heavenly Book, suddenly understood; she boldly lifted her gaze to Nan Qinghuan—though her face was pitch‑black, her blue eyes were distinctive.

Dazui Ba opened her mouth in alarm, "Heterochromic person, a heterochromic person has appeared; it's her—she will unify the tribe."

The High Priest immediately rose, turned, and saluted the Quanrong, "Leader, we should retreat; she is the Goddess's messenger and cannot be defied."

"The messenger of the gods?"

Quanrong was unwilling, but under these circumstances the tribe revered the Great Head God, and the Great Head God was on this female's head; he was making the tribe confront it, and they dared not.

The Great Head God is their faith.

He glared at Ying in anger, "Leave."

The tribe, fearing the Great Head God, retreated; no one expected this childish performance to scare the Quanrong back. Everyone who saw Quanrong fled, and the Rongdi naturally tried to slip away; who would have thought... "Rongdi, where do you want to go?"

Ying effortlessly blocked him; Rongdi's group was small, only Lone Wolf and a dozen tribe members, who had originally been preparing to act once Quanrong couldn't kill Ying.

Who would have thought... "Rongdi"

Nan Qinghuan wiped the soot from her face, and together with Ying forced him and Lone Wolf to the edge of the cliff.

What to do this time? Below is the vast ocean, above is the cliff; Rongdi found himself at a dead end.

Nan Qinghuan recalled how, when she fled earlier, Rongdi had set a trap and she almost fell off the cliff; fortunately Ying gave his life to save her. Now the tables turned, and they forced Rongdi.

Lone Wolf, seeing his master about to be killed, shouted, "Nan Qinghuan, you cannot kill the leader; he did it for you, he..."

"Shut up."

Rongdi, not wanting sympathy, sneered at the many around Ying, still aloof, "Even if you win today, it's not your merit; Nan Qinghuan helped you."

Ying, knowing he was resentful, replied, "Qinghuan is my female, it's natural she helps me; and you Rongdi, you've disrupted us many times, now you try to ally with Quanrong to kill me—you deserve death."

Lone Wolf, realizing they'd all die if it continued, said, "Leader, you hurry away; I'll hold them back."

"Want to leave? Not that easy, fire the arrows."

Swish swish swish… a battle erupted; Nan Qinghuan was pulled away by Youchao Xuan, told not to watch the brutal side, "Goddess, let them handle it; this Rongdi has always opposed Ying, he deserves death."

This time Nan Qinghuan said little; although Rongdi had saved her before, his alliance with Quanrong to kill Ying was intolerable.

So she merely cast a deep glance that way, without further words.

"Goddess, please send the Great Head God back."

Youchao Xuan saw the Great Head God on her head and felt it was intrusive, because their tribe did not worship the Great Head God; they worshiped the Sea Witch.

The Sea Witch of the sea.

"Send it back?"

Nan Qinghuan smiled suddenly; she had to admit the Hydrogen Balloon had indeed been a great help. Last night she had discussed today's plan with them; hearing that the Quanrong Tribe worshipped some Great Head God, she investigated what it was, had them draw it, then entered a space and used the last of her merit to obtain a huge Hydrogen Balloon, upon which she painted a Great Head God with a charred Wooden Stick. She brought it along to frighten the Quanrong as a test; if it failed she would fight outright, but unexpectedly the Quanrong people truly revered this Great Head God.

She scared the Quanrong off without a single soldier, and saved their tribe members.

A win‑win; any way you count it, it's very profitable.

Yet Youchao Xuan thought it was some divine technique and asked her to send it back.

"Yes, send it back."

Nan Qinghuan suddenly released the Fishing Line; instantly, Youchao Xuan saw the Great Head God fly toward the sea, soaring farther and soon vanishing.

"Goddess, this..."

It left like that? Youchao Xuan stared at her in amazement, then walked to the shore and looked down; the Stone Statue was also rolling in the sea—how was that accomplished?

"No need to look further; that Stone Statue was also my doing—I had tampered with the Wooden Stick there in advance; the Stone Statue is too heavy to stay up long, its fall was inevitable."

Indeed, she exploited the tribe's worship of the Great Head God against them, and it proved effective; the Ancient People's superstition was astonishing.

But it's fortunate they are superstitious; otherwise they'd have to fight outright, which would cause casualties.

Youchao Xuan hadn't expected her to have been lurking here, having arranged everything, "Goddess, you truly earn my admiration, I…"

"Qinghuan"

Ying strode over, "This place has been reclaimed; your method was truly useful."

Ying's gaze at her was filled with admiration, even more with affection.

"Yes, Ou Mu, we drove away the Quanrong without much effort; from now on this is our territory. Yao and Ashu need not come; we have reclaimed this place."

"Mother, father…"

Some tribe members found their relatives, hugging and crying nonstop; the rescued women and men knelt in gratitude.

"Thank you, Clan Leader, Ou Mu"

The tribe hadn't expected that after years of absence, the Clan Leader had become a young male named Ying.

Nan Qinghuan saw the tribe members gasp a cold breath; luckily she arrived early or else she couldn't have saved them.

"Dashan, arrange for them to go back."

"Ou Mu, what about you? Aren't you going back?"

She didn't want to answer, only looked at Ying, "Ying, how is Rongdi?"

Ying squinted slightly as he heard her mention Rongdi, "Come with me."

What she didn't expect was that Rongdi was seriously injured, yet he wasn't dead!

He was lying on the cliff, his wings covered in fresh blood, unable to fly any longer.

Seeing Ying arrive, Rongdi strained to get up, "Ying, if you have the guts, shoot me dead; if I beg for mercy I won't be called Rongdi."

Although Rongdi was about to die, he still had great backbone; even in death he wouldn't surrender to Ying.

He wouldn't beg for mercy, wouldn't make peace!

Ying, now victorious, looked at him coldly, "Shoot you dead, why make it so troublesome? Jumping off would be the same, Rongdi, you've opposed me many times; this time see who will still come to help you—will you jump yourself, or shall I give you a hand?"

Rongdi knew he would probably die here today; he had never feared death, he just… suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, his gaze sorrowfully fixed on Nan Qinghuan beside Ying, filled with anguish.

"Nan Qinghuan."

He chewed on his name.

Nan Qinghuan's heart gave a thump, but she nodded, "It's me."

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