Chapter 240: The Wild Man Lord Is Everywhere

What the tribe didn't expect was that a remnant of A Baita still existed within them; it turned out to be Abai, and the fact that Abai was a traitor spread instantly throughout the Youchao Tribe.

And the Youchao Tribe received an outsider; he was none other than the male of the Goddess, for he had rescued the Goddess.

His name is Ying!

Twilight hung low, and the husband and wife in the small room were very clingy.

Ying cradled Nan Qinghuan on his lap, never seeming to hold her enough; when she tried to speak, she gently hooked his neck. Under the candlelight, the man's head was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his Shoes were already torn, showing at a glance that he had traveled a great distance and endured much hardship.

She truly couldn't understand why he had come. "Ying, why did you come?"

At first she didn't believe he had arrived, but she Summoned Xiao Bai and Da Bai, and the Insect was a pair; there was only one reason—their master was nearby, so Da Bai also came.

Ying gave her a deep look, then reached out to gently stroke her small face, saying affectionately, "I was uneasy, so I came to check."

Indeed, he was uneasy; only by staying close to his eyes could he feel at ease, and he couldn't trust others to do so. This left Nan Qinghuan a bit puzzled—if he had come, why did he appear only now? Was there something else? "Do you have other business?"

As soon as those words were spoken, a hurried footstep sounded outside; Youchao Xuan rushed to knock on the door, "Goddess, Ying."

"It's Youchao Xuan."

Ying then glared displeasedly at the outside; he hadn't held her enough—what was this kid doing here? Reluctantly, he set Nan Qinghuan down and got up to open the door. Outside, Youchao Xuan arrived in a hurry, "Be careful tonight; my people have spotted some unknown individuals near the Huang Jin Chao, likely enemies."

"Enemies, Ying?"

Nan Qinghuan looked at Ying; under the candlelight his tall silhouette was reflected on the wall.

"They're not enemies; they're all my people."

"Your people?"

Youchao Xuan stared at him in astonishment, having thought an outside tribe was about to invade, and he had already prepared for battle. He didn't expect Ying to say they were his people. "They're my people; my people are on the mountain searching for a certain treasure."

"Treasure?"

Nan Qinghuan and Youchao Xuan exchanged a glance, and Nan Qinghuan hurriedly asked, "Ying, what treasure?"

Ying no longer wished to hide from them; he had led people outside to search for days without success, yet he couldn't leave Nan Qinghuan alone here, so he sent them to search while he stayed to protect her, only to witness someone trying to kill her.

Ying walked to a side and sat down, then asked them, "Do you know why the Rongdi suddenly tried to seize that spot at the Huang Jin Chao?"

Hearing that, Youchao Xuan furrowed his brows slightly, not fully understanding, "I find it odd too; that place had long been obtained but never garrisoned—why insist on it this time?"

"Ying, did you hear something?"

Nan Qinghuan's first reaction was that the place seemed unusual—treasure, what treasure? "I heard the Rongdi discovered a treasure, so they sent people to guard it, but even after days of searching I saw no sign of any treasure."

Now Nan Qinghuan seemed to understand, "Then who is in charge within the tribe now?"

"I have already sent Dashan back; Ashu will help watch over things. Rest assured, with him there's no problem."

Seeing Ying so confident about Ashu made Nan Qinghuan very pleased, but what exactly is this treasure? "Ying, have you heard what the treasure is?"

Ying gave her a deep look, then shook his head, murmuring, "There's only a single treasure incantation, but I can't figure out what it means."

"Treasure?"

Nan Qinghuan didn't know what the Ancient People considered treasure; they likely prized Iron Tools and cold weapons, as well as food. She didn't think the treasure was gold or jewels—such gifts wouldn't be valued by them.

Because the Tribe's people haven't progressed that far—still wearing poverty's hat and not yet reaching modest prosperity—it's unlikely to be jewelry.

"What incantation? Tell me."

Ying took a deep breath, then murmured, "Black Light Shines on Azure Waves."

"What?"

Nan Qinghuan, being a modern person, couldn't grasp it in a moment.

Black Light, Azure Waves? The Huang Jin Chao sits on a seaside hill; the azure waves are the sea, but what is the black light? As Nan Qinghuan was about to speak, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

"Clan Leader."

High Priest A Gu arrived, "Clan Leader, the people of A Baita have been captured; please go interrogate them."

Having heard the remnant was caught, Youchao Xuan squinted slightly, "Ying, Goddess, you both rest; I'll handle some internal tribe matters. Rest assured, I'll have the tribe inquire about the Huang Jin Chao treasure."

"Thank you."

After Youchao Xuan left, Ying looked at everything here and could not claim he wasn't delighted; he hadn't expected Youchao Xuan's people to live so well, even better developed than his own tribe.

He still felt envious.

"Qinghuan, the Youchao Tribe's people live better than ours."

Nan Qinghuan saw his envy, smiled lightly and embraced his waist, "Don't be discouraged; someday our tribe will be like this, every household with flowers and a yard."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, Ying, thank you."

She gently kissed his forehead, which made Ying's heart race and his throat feel dry.

He thought… He strained to suppress the inner heat, lifted his head, and looked at Nan Qinghuan's eyes with a complex expression; her eyes were beautiful.

The color of the vast sea.

At first, those eyes attracted him, so he chose her as his mate.

He grew affectionate, gently cupping her small face; his movements were light, but his hands were rough, so he dared not press hard.

"Qinghuan, your eyes are beautiful; it was because I saw those eyes that I chose you."

"Eyes?"

She stared wide-eyed at Ying; he claimed it was because of his own eyes that he snatched her back? The moment the topic came up she became angry, struggling to break free from his grip, turning her head away, pouting—seeming like a complaint but actually a coquettish whine.

"You keep saying that, yet you took me back without my consent."

Back then she had even thought of death; a nest of savage barbarians surrounded her, she got lost and ended up in that wild den, truly desperate at the time.

Ying, seeing she wasn't looking at him, turned her face back toward him, exhaling on her cheek, "Qinghuan, I don't regret it; you can scold or blame me, I won't regret."

Ying's hand gradually wrapped around her slender waist; Nan Qinghuan, seeing his dominance, said nothing, "Hey, besides searching for treasure and protecting me, do you have other matters to attend to?"

Indeed, she realized Ying had a secret.

Sure enough, Nan Qinghuan understood him well; Ying gently released her, then smiled, "You're clever, indeed—I'm still looking for Rongdi corpses."

Rongdi?

Upon hearing the news about Rongdi, Nan Qinghuan could still picture his refusing to surrender even in death; she had to admit that Rongdi was somewhat hot‑blooded, but why was he such a stubborn fool? If he weren't opposing Ying, he could have… "The corpse? Still not found?"

"Neither his nor Gu Lang's corpse has been found; the clan says a sea monster ate them, but I don't believe it. Rongdi is a Half‑beast, not that easy to die."

Ying worries that Rongdi is still alive; if he is, that would be troublesome. He knows better than anyone what kind of person Rongdi is. Over the years they have fought both openly and covertly for a long time. If Rongdi hasn't died, he will surely look for a chance to keep opposing him.

Nan Qinghuan tried to comfort him, "Ying, it's fine. Even if he hasn't died, you don't need to fear him. We will become stronger and fear no one."

Because she was there, Ying's worried feelings instantly dissipated. He was intoxicated by the little woman's tenderness, chuckling softly as he scooped her into his arms. His breath grew hot and rapid, and his gaze on her dumpling‑like form became hard to control.

His hoarse voice whispered in her ear, "Huaner, I want you."

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