Chapter 370: Building the Road and Discovering a Jingang

Just when Rongdi's road seemed about to be finished, an enormous stone blocked the way, which worried the Rongdi people greatly; at this critical moment nothing can go wrong.

Winter is approaching; he must resolve this quickly, for after the autumn harvest they need to stockpile grain for the winter.

When Li Xiang and Duo Luo arrived, the Rongdi hurriedly called out to him, "Li Xiang, come quickly and see why this stone won't explode?"

"It won't explode—how could that be?"

Li Xiang couldn't believe a stone could be unblowable; he had been clearing land with Duo Luo when word of trouble reached him, so he hurried over, and upon seeing the massive stone, Li Xiang was also stunned.

He had never seen such a huge stone before!

"Father, even with gunpowder we can't blast this thing open; what should we do?"

Duo Luo saw the gigantic stone spanning the path and thought there was truly nothing to be done; the Ancient People's thinking was simple—if it can't be moved, blow it up, and the explosives were Li Xiang's invention, but now they won't work. She could only plead, looking at the man before her, "Li Xiang, what kind of stone is this that won't explode?"

Li Xiang also found it odd; it seemed impossible. He inspected the spots where they had buried the explosives and saw nothing wrong, yet the stone remained completely unmoved.

How could this be? What kind of stone is this, so hard? He stared at the massive boulder, then pulled a small knife from his boot. After scraping away the mud and moss covering it, he seemed to discover… what is this? He hadn't expected the stone to gleam crystal‑bright under the sunlight, and at that sight Li Xiang seemed to finally understand what was happening.

It turned out to be a huge Jingang; no wonder it wouldn't explode.

Who would have thought such a massive Jingang could still be found in these Ancient times.

Li Xiang crouched there motionless, and the Rongdi thought he was at a loss. "Li Xiang, what should we do? If the stone can't be opened, we can't blast this place open; how will we build the road?"

The Jingang is too huge to move; it's not that it can't be moved, but in these Ancient times they lack jacks and sturdy ropes as aids—without such tools, it can't be lifted.

What to do? Blasting won't work; a Jingang is the hardest stone in the world, so this method is impossible.

Li Xiang quickly stood up, glanced at the tribe members—who had all been kind to him—and he was about to begin constructing a new Treehouse, as a house for his and Duo Luo's recent marriage.

These tribe members all offered to help him build the Treehouse.

Having spent so much time with them, he increasingly felt these people were truly wonderful.

"Indeed, how to solve it?" he said, looking at the Rongdi. "The stone is too hard; we can only figure out a way to move it, since it can't be blown up."

"What, move it?"

"No way—how could we move such a massive stone? Even if we bring all the strongmen, it still won't work."

"Exactly, a stone that big can't be moved; it's a stone, not a tree. Li Xiang, keep thinking of a solution."

Li Xiang naturally knew that without tools, the people alone couldn't help. He recalled the items Nan Qinghuan had taken—things that only exist in modern times, wondering where she got them. Perhaps… "Chief, I have an idea; maybe we could ask the junior sister for help?"

"Nan Qinghuan?"

The Rongdi thought of Nan Qinghuan; her belly was already a bit swollen, and even if she could work, Ying wouldn't let her. How could Nan Qinghuan manage this? "Exactly, let's try the junior sister; she might have the tools we need."

The Rongdi became interested; Nan Qinghuan had many treasures, but what tools? "Li Xiang, what tools?"

At high noon the sun hung overhead.

The Ying Tribe's main street had been completely finished, and the farmland had already been harvested; the crisp autumn wind signaled that winter was coming, and this year's affairs were all concluded.

Every household was also stockpiling food for the winter.

For example, this grain, this livestock—these are the prerequisites to ensure no one goes hungry in winter.

The tribe people strictly observe the seasonal cycles and, of course, greatly revere nature.

Nan Qinghuan and Ying stood on the street; she seemed to see the earliest civilization beginning, and this place would become prosperous, perhaps the tribe would turn into a town.

It will become even stronger.

Now Yao and the Rongdi can live in peace, and she feels the unification of Jiuzhou is near.

"Qinghuan, what are you thinking?"

Ying, seeing her silent, thought she had something on her mind; Nan Qinghuan lifted her gaze to him, a pleasant smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

"Ying, in the future this place will become the hub of Jiuzhou trade. Do you want to become City Lord, the sole king of Jiuzhou, making all the tribes your subjects?"

For some reason, she was especially ambitious; she wanted to unify all the tribes here, thereby becoming a great emperor and establishing the largest dynasty in this land.

May the kingdom come in peace.

How wonderful!

Hearing this, Ying's complexion changed, and he stared at Nan Qinghuan in astonishment, "The sole king of Jiuzhou?"

Does he want to be king? Of course he does.

His eyes were full of ambition; Nan Qinghuan had long seen it—Ying was ambitious.

"Qinghuan, would you let me be king?"

Can he be a worthy king? All the tribes would be his; he's thought about it, but can it be realized? He felt there were obstacles.

The You Su Tribe's issue remains unresolved, and that strange Curse may still arise? Nan Qinghuan seemed to see through his worry, "Ying, don't be afraid; we will certainly see it through. This future belongs to us, to the diligent tribe people."

Nan Qinghuan's words made Ying extremely happy; he suddenly lifted her up and spun around, shouting, "Future, I also have a future now, Qinghuan, what is the future?"

"Future is happiness."

"Happiness?"

Ying slowly stopped moving and then set her down; suddenly his eyes shone brightly as he looked at her, his gaze full of radiant brilliance.

"Qinghuan, shall we name this child Future? I just thought of it—what do you think?"

"Future?"

Nan Qinghuan fell silent; just as she was about to say the name wasn't great and reconsider, a voice from not far away called out—Ashu.

"Ying, Goddess."

The couple's mood was good; now the road and the street were finished, and they were waiting for the first opening of the world here in three days.

She would witness the ancient world's opening miracle.

"Ashu, what's wrong?"

Ashu hurried forward; seeing the couple so affectionate made him very happy. Now the You Su Tribe no longer had newcomers, and they could live peaceful days.

"A lone wolf just sent word, asking the Goddess to go to the Rongdi Tribe; they're in trouble and want the Goddess's help."

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan slightly frowned—was something happening with her senior brother? "Ashu, what do they need me to help with?"