Chapter 254: Diligently Tilling to Bear Children

Nan Qinghuan was hurriedly embraced by Ying and taken into the house; he then sat beside her... "Ying..."

She felt all dizzy; how could this man be so high‑spirited after drinking? Suddenly, he quieted, and with a hoarse voice called her, "Huaner..."

His voice carried a tremor, seeming a bit feverish.

"Ying, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Qinghuan found him acting strange? Ying, however, kept looking at her, as if wanting to examine her closely.

Nan Qinghuan realized this man was not right.

"What's wrong?"

She also sat up; under the candlelight, Ying stared at her with wide eyes, his gaze so infatuated it made her blush.

She gently lay down, resting her head beside him; his chest was broad and solid, so quiet she could even hear his strong heartbeat.

It gave a sense of security.

"Ying, our lives are getting better and better; are you happy?"

Tonight Ying's actions left her a bit confused; what ritual were the Tribe members performing? He had never lifted her up so high before. Ying took a deep breath, reached out to gently stroke her long hair; he loved her long hair, as soft and fragrant as grass.

"Huaner, do you know what tonight's ritual is?"

Nan Qinghuan naturally didn't know; after being in the Tribe for so long, this was her first time seeing such a ritual, being lifted up would have terrified her.

She even thought they were going to sacrifice her, after all the Tribe's customs were beyond her understanding.

"I don't know."

Ying suddenly let out a low laugh, turned over and leaned against her, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth; although he was a wild man, his teeth were whiter than many Tribe members', and now under her guidance he had even learned to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

He learned to braid his own hair and to take care of himself.

The once messy wild man has transformed into a rugged mountain man.

A rough man who cares for women.

Ying chuckled softly, reached out and pinched her little nose, "That's called Tutan; I lift you up to tell all the Tribe members that this proves you are the Tribe's sole treasure. From now on, you and I are equally the most honored Clan Leader; your words are as effective as mine."

"Clan Leader?"

She became the Tribe's Clan Leader? That's not right, a mountain can't hold two tigers, right? She didn't understand why he granted her so much authority; aren't you the Clan Leader? This mountain can't hold two tigers; is it appropriate for us to be equal?

She knew the ancient rules; no matter how capable she was, she was still a woman, and this was a patriarchal society that wouldn't change much because of her.

But how could Ying... Ying knew she didn't understand, and he didn't want to say more; after all, he had plenty of time to let her learn all the Tribe's customs, and not only to learn, he would also have her perform the Ritual.

Only by proper Ritual and Heavenly Prayer will the Tribe follow him wholeheartedly.

Follow him to make the Tribe flourish, conquer all Tribes, becoming the only king she mentions!

A flash of ambition crossed his eyes, which Nan Qinghuan caught.

She gently embraced his sturdy waist, "Ying, I'll help you; do you know why the Tribe people are so poor?"

Hearing this, Ying squinted slightly and sat up, "Qinghuan, what did you say?"

"Since ancient times, only unity can bring great harmony; the Tribes are too scattered, each place different. We can rescue them, rescue them from hunger and cold. Ying, what do you think?" "Not only Ying has ambition, she does too!"

These words made Ying's blood boil; his gaze at Nan Qinghuan also grew hot.

"Qinghuan, I need you more than anyone; don't leave me."

As he spoke, he immediately rolled onto her side; he loved everything about her.

He thought he was poisoned, poisoned by Nan Qinghuan's toxin, unable to leave.

His mind now only held one thought: to have offspring.

He must have offspring.

So he must work diligently.

Labor.

"Huaner, I like you."

Nan Qinghuan only felt as if she were stepping on clouds, light and floating, unable to come down... after the passion passed, Nan Qinghuan had already fallen asleep.

Ying was drenched in sweat; seeing Nan Qinghuan curled up like a kitten, his eyes were full of tenderness.

His large hand gently stroked her flat belly, as if his Bone Blood was already there.

How could he love her and still let her go? He had been happy tonight, but a few Tribe members whispered harsh words in his ear; if Qinghuan didn't become pregnant within his five‑year term as Clan Leader, Tribe Rules required a new Clan Leader to be chosen, so he must have offspring.

A Mu also urged him to choose a few young females, but he refused; he wanted no one else but Nan Qinghuan.

Now the Tribe is getting better, life will improve, and he is even more reluctant to part with her; he promised to give her the life she wants, not let her suffer, lacking meat or clothing.

Nan Qinghuan slept soundly; he noticed she was sweating, hurried to fetch water to wipe her. He had never served before, but he learned to care for her; he was willing, wiping carefully lest he wake her.

His hands were originally rough, so he moved carefully; when his hand brushed that softness, his heart trembled.

If it weren't for seeing her so exhausted, he thought he could stay with her longer.

But he feared hurting her; she was too fragile, being with him would be difficult, so he was careful, yet later he forgot... He only wanted to love her properly, giving all his passion and longing to one woman.

After wiping clean, he finally covered her with Tiger Skin; after finishing, a voice from outside announced A Mu's voice.

"Ying, Dashan is coming."

Hearing A Mu's voice, he quickly tidied up, put on his clothes, and went out.

Since Qinghuan made him clothes, he no longer liked being shirtless.

After stepping out, it was still before dawn; the jungle was shrouded in a white mist, like a fairyland.

Outside, Dashan was already waiting for him.

"Ying"

He hummed and stepped out, then hushed, "Keep it down, don't wake Qinghuan; she just fell asleep."

Dashan lowered his voice immediately upon hearing this; actually they had all heard the sounds of tonight.

"Ying, be gentler with Oumu; don't be too impatient, the offspring will come eventually."

Of course there will be; when the Holy Maiden Fruit arrives, I'll have Qinghuan eat it, and we'll definitely have offspring.

Dashan and the tribe were all astonished; they hadn't expected that after he defeated the Quanrong, all he wanted was for him to bring the Holy Maiden Fruit, which only noble tribe members can enjoy, and the fruit is especially good for females.

The females of the Tribe never get this chance, yet he wants to give it all to Nan Qinghuan alone.

Speak, what is it?

We just received word from the Strongman: the leader of the Snake Clan will come to our Tribe tomorrow at dawn; he's coming to form an alliance.

Snake Tribe?

Upon hearing about the Snake Tribe, Ying squinted slightly; the Snake Tribe is far from here, it's a Half‑Beast Tribe, and their true form is a half‑tail, unevolved Snake Tribe.

A few years ago, when the Old Clan Leader was still alive, these You Snake Tribe had bullied them; we didn't expect them to come to form an alliance.

Indeed, the You Snake Tribe must have heard that our Tribe has grown strong and now wants to ally; Ying, what do you think?

Since they've come, we should of course receive them; otherwise it would look like I, Ying, am afraid of them.

But you forgot that back then their people bullied our tribe members?

Ying's gaze was sharp and cold; he straightened his back, towering far above Dashan, and said, "When the Old Clan Leader was alive, our Tribe lacked the strength to resist bullying; the law of the strong preying on the weak was unchangeable. Now that we are powerful, let them come to visit us instead— that's a good thing, understand?"