Chapter 235: An Ancient Seaside Tribe

The setting sun cast its remaining glow across the golden sand, making the scene resplendent and magnificent.

This was Nan Qinghuan's first time seeing the ancient sea; the howling sea breeze swept past, bringing a refreshing coolness that was very pleasant.

This was a sight she had never seen in the Ying Tribe.

She had to admit, it felt so comfortable!

Youchao Xuan led her to the seaside, but she didn't see any place where the tribe gathered.

She couldn't help teasing, "Youchao Xuan, where is your tribe? It's not in this sea, is it?"

She had thought Youchao Xuan was quite mysterious, so where was this Youchao Tribe? Youchao Xuan was very happy, a joyful smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "The Goddess jokes. It's right ahead. Look, that place with the forest is our tribe."

"Forest?"

Sure enough, following his gaze, she saw a small island by the sea, lush and dense with trees. And she could also hear... the roars of ancient creatures.

"Is that a Swift Wolf?"

Seeing that she could identify what it was just by the sound, Youchao Xuan was astonished. "That's right, it's a Swift Wolf. But these Swift Wolves are our friends. Our people have lived on this island for generations."

Being a biologist, she was naturally interested in these ancient animals.

"What about the Shanhai Yishi?"

"I don't live there. I only go to guard the house left by our ancestors. Of course, I also waited for you there."

"Waited for me?"

As they spoke, they slowly arrived on the island. The moment she stepped onto it, she was stunned—it was like a paradise.

From the outside, the island looked unremarkable, but once inside, it was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Moreover, this island was different from the Ying Tribe and the Rongdi Tribe. The terrain was high, every household had built wooden houses, and Suoluo Trees were planted at their doorsteps.

These were Suoluo Trees from the Jurassic period, long extinct—yet she was seeing them.

"Suoluo Tree"

She was still delighted and quickly picked up some leaves to collect. If she could take them back... but realizing she couldn't go back, she felt a bit dejected. Then, thinking that since she was here, she might as well make the best of it, she quickly dispelled those annoying thoughts. She had to admit, this was the most beautiful tribe she had ever seen, somewhat resembling an ancient fishing village.

Winding paths, and she saw many women in hemp robes hanging clothes to dry, while others were drying fish.

So the Youchao Tribe was quite civilized, even more advanced than the Ying Tribe. In the future, she could have Youchao Xuan teach the tribe fishing and net-weaving techniques.

"Hey, is the Clan Leader back?"

Those women immediately gathered around. They were similar to primitive people, with dark skin, but their hair was tied up with ropes, and they wore hemp robes and hemp pants. Compared to the people of the Ying Tribe, this tribe was more advanced.

The tribespeople all came to gawk. "The Clan Leader is back! Clan Leader, who is she?"

They were naturally referring to Nan Qinghuan. Seeing that she looked different from them, they knew she was an outsider.

Youchao Xuan was about to explain when suddenly a tribesperson rushed out and grabbed his hand. "Clan Leader, why did you take so long to come back?"

"A Hua, what's wrong?"

The woman before him wore hemp robes and pants. Nan Qinghuan saw the houses they had built—all uniform wooden cabins. The Youchao Tribe was already living in separate households.

Not only that, she also saw an ancient waterwheel, crude fishing nets, and women weaving nets. Though the craftsmanship was rough, these were all signs of ancient civilization.

And she even saw... something resembling the most ancient script.

Some unrecognizable symbols written on wooden plaques, somewhat like Oracle Bone Script, but she couldn't read them. She knew these must be the tribe's writing.

"Youchao Xuan, do you have writing here?"

Youchao Xuan was about to answer her when that woman pleaded, "Clan Leader, my child still hasn't been born. The High Priest is already preparing to try the Water Birth."

"Water Birth?"

Youchao Xuan looked anxiously at Nan Qinghuan. "Goddess, go take a look."

"What is Water Birth?"

When they arrived, she saw a dozen tribespeople placing a woman by the seaside. The woman was screaming heart-wrenchingly, while the others knelt around, praying for something.

A lamp was lit by the sea, as if performing some kind of Ritual.

"The Clan Leader is back."

"Ula ula ula..."

A Shaman-like woman with a stinky dried fish on her head kept chanting unintelligible words. Youchao Xuan hurried forward. "A Gudda, has she given birth?"

The Shaman named A Gudda jumped up when she saw him return. "Clan Leader, you're back! Did you bring the Heaven's Daughter?"

"The Goddess is here."

Hearing it was the Goddess, the tribespeople cheered. "The Heaven's Daughter is here! There's hope!"

Nan Qinghuan was stunned by the scene before her. These people were actually putting a pregnant woman by the sea to give birth? How absurd!

"Youchao Xuan, take the pregnant woman back. She'll die like this."

"No, Water Birth is the only way. The Sea Witch will bless us."

"Sea Witch?"

Nan Qinghuan was speechless. She quickly moved to check on the pregnant woman. The woman's face was deathly pale as she lay on the beach, her hair wet and plastered to her face, her body soaked through. A pool of blood was beneath her, and her screams were growing weaker.

Just as Nan Qinghuan stepped forward, the woman suddenly fell completely silent.

Not good!

"Oh no, A Ya is dead! She's dead!"

The tribespeople jumped around frantically, looking quite ridiculous.

"Don't panic. Let me take a look."

She took the pregnant woman's wrist to check her pulse—she had indeed stopped breathing.

How ignorant.

"Youchao Xuan, carry her up. The mother is dead; I'll try to Extract the Child from the Abdomen."

"Extract from the Abdomen?"

Youchao Xuan knew she had the skill. "Alright, let the Goddess try."

They had arrived too late; the pregnant woman was already dead. In the pitch-black night, a wooden house blazed with light inside. The Youchao Tribe had long since learned to use fire, and what's more, they were burning animal Corpse Oil.

This kind of Corpse Oil burned for a long time and gave off plenty of light.

Outside the house, a crowd of tribesmen were waiting. When ChaoJi saw him return, she complained a little—the tribesmen had been waiting so long, why had he only just arrived? "Youchao Xuan, why did it take you so long to bring the Heaven's Daughter here?"

ChaoJi saw he wasn't speaking and asked again, "Say something, will you?"

Still silence.

How was he supposed to explain? The Ying Tribe had so many matters that couldn't do without the Goddess, and Ying wouldn't let her go. He had been looking for an opportunity to bring her all along.

"Aiya, does the Goddess have a way or not?"

The tribesmen all knew that Nan Qinghuan was the Goddess, so they had kept begging the Clan Leader, Youchao Xuan, to go and invite her to lift the Curse they had suffered; otherwise, no more cubs would be born here.

Youchao Xuan looked toward the wooden house behind him. "She must have one. She's the Goddess—she definitely has a way."

He believed in Nan Qinghuan's skill, and he also believed she was the messenger of the gods, so she could do it. Even if the mother was dead, she had divine power to save the cub.

"Why isn't she out yet?"

The deceased's mother, A Mu, was very anxious and wanted to go in and see what Nan Qinghuan was doing, when suddenly she heard... a burst of loud, clear baby cries.

"Wah wah wah..."

"Ah, it's alive! The cub is alive!"

The tribesmen danced with joy, now believing in Nan Qinghuan's skill. The tense atmosphere finally turned cheerful. The wooden door inside suddenly opened, and Nan Qinghuan, having washed her hands, walked out. Everyone knelt on the ground, looking up at her and bowing respectfully. "Goddess..."

Nan Qinghuan took a breath, ignoring these tribesmen, and looked at ChaoJi and Youchao Xuan. "You two, come inside with me."

Youchao Xuan knew something was wrong and hurried inside with ChaoJi. Once they entered, the tribesmen still waited outside. When ChaoJi saw that A Ya's belly had been cut open, she nearly screamed.

"Goddess, this..."

"Don't scream, girl. I called you in because I trust you. Youchao Xuan, the child survived, but this child has a deformity. Think of a way to save her."

Youchao Xuan didn't know what a deformity was and hurriedly looked at the child. When he saw that the child actually had an extra hand growing on its waist, his face instantly turned pale, and he was so shocked he could barely speak.

"This..."

When ChaoJi saw the child had three hands, she was so frightened she stepped back a few paces. "Goddess, this child is a monster..."

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