Chapter 291: The Indescribable Method of Relieving Stress

She didn't understand that the original plan was to bring these women in as wives for the many bachelors in the tribe, but somehow they all ended up being locked up there.

She had no idea when they were imprisoned.

Ying gave her a glance, let out a deep sigh, and only then sat down beside her; he still dared not get close to Nan Qinghuan, because the nearer he got, the stronger his desire became.

The more desire, the more pain.

Nan Qinghuan knew his hidden suffering; she could help him, but now was the time to discuss serious matters.

"Because I don't trust these women."

After a long while, Ying forced out a sentence.

Hearing that, Nan Qinghuan was a bit puzzled, "Don't trust them?"

Ying nodded, "They were all sent by the Dog Rong; we can't guarantee any concubines appear. What I'm doing is first torturing them, then releasing them after they become numb, so these slaves can start anew."

"Numb?"

Nan Qinghuan actually admired him; he could even use the word "numb."

He didn't seem uncultured at all.

Strange—she had asked him before, and he wouldn't answer; Youchao Xuan wouldn't answer either. Where did they learn this culture? Yet Ying, who learned it, doesn't even recognize a single character; even his name was taught by her. This matter needs to be asked properly.

Ying, assuming she hadn't understood, continued, "Only when we trap them in despair and then release them will there be no problem; this way they can integrate with my people and bear children for them."

Nan Qinghuan could not in the least agree with that idea.

"That's wrong. If they're truly concubines, it's useless; they were born as slaves to submit. You know the tribe and village I'm building can't have these pitiful women. Their existence shouldn't be merely to satisfy men's bestial urges. Do you understand?"

The utopia she envisioned was not like that.

As a woman herself, seeing those women abused lit a fire in her heart, so she intended to persuade Ying to help them.

Hearing Nan Qinghuan's words, Ying furrowed his brows and looked at her, "You say it's useless?"

Ying thought this would make those slaves never dare to resist; later, when he released them, they could become proper tribe members.

But Qinghuan says it's useless? How could that be? Nan Qinghuan patiently explained, "Think about it—how long could a concubine sent by Dog Rong hold out? What if we treat them better? We have food and houses here; no one doesn't want a good life. If we release them and let them stay, it might actually benefit our tribe's development, Ying."

Nan Qinghuan's suggestion made Ying glance at her deeply, storing it in his mind; finally he nodded, "Qinghuan, let me think about this. You rest first; I'll step out for a while."

He had been holding it in all day, feeling terrible, and needed to go out to cool his fire.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Ying was already at his limit; Dashan and the others would go find those women to solve the problem, but he wouldn't, because he looked down on other women.

But he still had to endure for a long time.

He could only choose his own way.

"I'm going out to handle something; you sleep first."

Nan Qinghuan suddenly grabbed his waist, "Don't go."

She rested her head against his back, causing Ying's whole body to go rigid.

His breathing gradually grew hotter, "Qinghuan, let go."

Nan Qinghuan turned his body around, looking at his flushed face; she felt a little embarrassed.

"What are you in such a hurry? You still haven't told me what the Bolan Festival is."

Ying's desire flared, his eyes blood‑red, knowing she was deliberate; then... he crouched, staring into her eyes, "Then I'll tell you, you help me."

Nan Qinghuan understood his meaning; the last time she helped him, the man remembered it.

So... she gently stroked his back, like coaxing a child, "Alright, I'll help you, but you have to tell me what's fun there and why you go every year."

This side is scorching hot, while outside the autumn wind blows.

A bright full moon hung high in the sky.

The Primeval Forest slept quietly.

On the Ancient Land, brilliant lights shone, and fireworks rose.

Youchao Xuan and Na Yao sat on the ridge, each cradling a jar of wine, looking very content.

Under the moonlight, the Tulou bathed in the lanterns, giving a warm feeling.

A breeze stirred, carrying the scent of fresh grass.

"Unbelievable, in just half a year our tribe has changed so much. Youchao Xuan, your choice was right; following Ying, your people can eat their fill and dress warmly."

Youchao Xuan was naturally delighted; he had always pursued the Goddess, and now seeing the tribe improve daily, he was truly satisfied.

He also secretly rejoiced that he had once insisted on following Nan Qinghuan.

Back then he was a bit naive, only knowing he had to follow her, but now he has grown considerably.

He imagined that future, a head of silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"The Goddess just said we should build this place into..."

What? He couldn't recall the word.

Na Yao chuckled lightly, "Village."

"Right, village—this word is really hard to remember, but I'm worried..."

Na Yao's drinking motion paused slightly, "Are you worried about that person named Li Xiang?"

Youchao Xuan nodded, "Yes, I've heard. That person who can refine sulfur is Nan Qinghuan's friend; he knows many things and is as capable as Nan Qinghuan."

He intends to take Nan Qinghuan away and will not let Ying go.

When the time comes... Na Yao lowered his drinking motion, squinting slightly, lifted his head to gaze at the bright moon, "Don't worry, no one can take Nan Qinghuan away. She and Ying barely managed to be together; we must protect their happiness. Youchao Xuan, are you willing?"

Yes, I've already let go of Nan Qinghuan; as long as she's happy, I'm glad.

Youchao Xuan smiled, "Of course I'm willing; I'm very willing. By the way, how should we build the road that the Goddess mentioned?"

Indeed, Nan Qinghuan proposed a plan: to become prosperous, we must first build roads.

She wants to connect the roads of the two tribes, making travel between them convenient, allowing the peoples to interact and establish good order and relations.

In that case, even if someone invades, help will arrive quickly.

Ying Tribe and Yao Tribe, although separate and seemingly unrelated, are actually one big Tribe.

Yao furrowed their brow, set down the wine jar, and said, "I also agree to Road building, but there are canyon cliffs here—how to build?"

They had already discussed Road building tonight; Nan Qinghuan gave them a map, which they couldn't read, but she explained it to them.

Felling forest to make a road is possible, but what about the cliff above? If they were Rongdi, it would be fine—they are Beastman and can fly over—but they are humans; without wings, how can they cross the canyon between peaks? This also makes Youchao Xuan think it's difficult; they can build houses and even construct houses on the cliff, but they lack the ability to build a road on this cliff.

Even building a bridge won't work; this really stumped him.

"This…"

As Yao's words fell, a clear, crisp woman's voice came from behind.

"I know how to build here?"

Nan Qinghuan's voice came from behind, and the two instantly turned their heads to look at her.

Under the moonlight, Nan Qinghuan and Ying stood there bathed in moonbeams, hand in hand, looking very well‑matched.

"Ying"

"Goddess, you…"

Youchao Xuan wondered if they weren't going to sleep. Then Ying, his temper cooled and feeling great, reached out, grabbed Nan Qinghuan's waist, came up, laid out a Tiger Skin for her to sit on, and said, "Qinghuan, sit."

Since learning she was pregnant, he almost felt compelled to feed her meals by hand.

Nan Qinghuan enjoyed his care, plopped down, and Ying, taking the opportunity, sat beside her and looked at the two people fretting over Road building.

"I'm also very curious; this canyon is dangerous. Qinghuan, do you have any good way to build a road?"