Chapter 403: Ying's Tribe Grows Ever Stronger

Ying grabbed Ma Tian's jaw with a hard squeeze, and Ma Tian died in his hand.

"I have never feared any Curse; my fate is decided by me, not by Heaven."

After saying that, Ying flung Ma Tian away, and Ji Lei and a group, seeing that everyone here was dead, hurried forward and looked at Ying, "Ying, everyone here is dead; we killed Ma Tian. Will the You Su Tribe…"

"No."

Ying found a Stone Snake made of stone on Ma Tian's body; he knew this was the insignia of the You Su Tribe leader, and he immediately gave it to Yao.

"You go conquer the You Su Tribe. For anyone willing to live here, I promise to build houses for them next year and also let them cultivate farmland. I believe the You Su Tribe aren't fools; they'll come even without war."

Hearing this, Ashu was not pleased. "If that's the case, is there enough room here? Ying, with so many You Su people coming here, where will they live? There are so many of them, we have nowhere to house them."

The tribe has already taken in many people; taking in more would probably leave no space.

Ying, however, had his own thoughts: even if it's not a town, his tribe here must continue to grow and become stronger.

"Of course there's space. My territory is so vast, how could there be no room?"

"I also agree with Ying's view. How about we clear all the forest between our two peoples, build houses and roads, cultivate farmland; that way we become one. Ying, what do you think?"

This bold idea made Ying very supportive. Indeed, if all that forest were cleared, how many could live? "Fine, let's do it that way. Yao, I'll wait for you to return."

Yao quickly went to attend to this matter, and after Ma Tian was killed, the news of his death quickly reached the Lasi Tribe.

The sky was misty that day, as if a blizzard could start at any moment.

It was supposed to be Market Day in Shanhai Yishi, yet the people here were as few as a deserted gate.

Most people went to Ying's Tribe to trade, only the Lasi Tribe people remained here, stubbornly waiting, hoping this Market street could regain its former prosperity.

However, the leader Luosang knew they could not return.

Alas... he let out a deep sigh, dissatisfied with the situation. What to do? Could their own people also have to go to Ying's place to trade? Once this place is empty, our tribe here will decline; without trade among the tribes, this place will become a stagnant pool.

Luosang's worried beard turned even whiter.

"Chief"

Behind him, tribe members hurried over, seeing the chief trembling in the cold wind, "Chief, go back; there's no one here. I think this Market street truly has no visitors; everyone has gone to Ying's place."

When Ying was mentioned, Luosang became very angry, "That kid doesn't listen to me and keeps going. Hmph, this time don't blame me. Go ask the Great Elder to come, and tell him that Ying, now acting as chief, has started causing trouble; he disregards the Heavenly God's orders and wants to seize our territory."

"Great Elder?"

Luosang sneered, "I recall the Great Elder Sangtian of the Ying Tribe lives nearby; tell him what Ying has done."

"But Chief, Ying now is different from before; can it work?"

Luosang now wants Ying to agree to close the Market street; he must save this street.

The cold wind whistled, as if winter had arrived overnight. Luosang, still in thin clothing, walked very slowly. He looked at the once bustling street, now only his own tribe remained. What could his tribe trade among themselves? They all had the same things; what they wanted were items from other tribes.

"Clan Leader, we have no one left here. I want to send my child to the Ying Tribe to get some warm clothes; do you think that's okay?"

It was an elderly woman; she brought some items to trade, but she realized that everyone here is from her own tribe, so she cannot obtain what she wants for Yao.

"Indeed, Clan Leader, let us go; otherwise, when winter comes, how will we survive?"

The tribe members needed winter supplies; they wanted to trade for warm clothing, but Luosang was displeased, because in his view, them going there to trade was betrayal.

"No, you may not go."

"Clan Leader"

"All return. I will find a way to reopen this street; I will, I promise."

"Alas..."

The tribe members were disappointed, but the Clan Leader's words could not be ignored. After they left disappointed, a tribe member ran up behind, panting heavily.

"Clan Leader, good news!"

Good news—actually, Luosang had no good news now.

He felt his tribe was like this abandoned street, about to sunset over the Western Mountains.

"What other good news? Ying has already agreed to close the street?"

The person shook his head quickly, "No, it's that the Lasi Tribe has been annihilated. Now Ying killed Ma Tian, and we can thereafter enjoy that river alone."

"What, the Lasi Tribe was annihilated, Ma Tian is dead?"

"Yes, that Ma Tian somehow offended Ying and was devoured by Yao of the Wolf Tribe. Now Yao has gone with his people to the You Su Tribe; it looks like they'll take in tribe members. Clan Leader, that's a good thing; with the You Su Tribe gone, we can…"

"What a load of crap"

Luosang shouted loudly; he suddenly felt the "lips gone, teeth cold" feeling.

Because the You Su Tribe was destroyed, now only his tribe remains here.

"Clan Leader..."

Luosang sensed danger; if this continued, they would eventually be devoured, and their fate would be the same as the You Su Tribe.

This time he suddenly realized that not only had their street been seized by Ying, but perhaps the tribe would also be annexed in the future; after all, he had visited the Ying Tribe and it truly was different from before.

That female named Nan Qinghuan changed the entire tribe.

"We must find a way!"

"What about the Rongdi?"

"The Rongdi did not participate."

Upon hearing that the Rongdi did not participate, a calculating glint crossed Luosang's eyes.

"Ying is quite clever; the Rongdi didn't take part in his own tribe's expansion. It seems an opportunity has arrived; we can make good use of it. So Da Niu, go ask Great Elder Sangtian to intervene about the Ying Tribe; he always respects the Heavenly God's choice, and he certainly won't ignore the matters of Shanhai Yishi, I…"

He smiled, "I'll go see the Rongdi and see what he thinks now that the You Su Tribe has been destroyed."

At noon, the first snowfall had already fallen.

In the jungle, atop a high Treehouse, the Bonfire blazed, as the Rongdi talked with Li Xiang; a Clay pot was filled with hot Fruit Wine.

It was rich and fragrant.

Duoluo was preparing a tasty lunch for Li Xiang and the others; the Treehouse was still a bit drafty, and the tribe relied on the Bonfire for warmth.

The days are still very hard.

They don't have enough Cotton Clothes for warmth, so in Winter they almost always huddle by the Bonfire, getting through the snow‑covered days.

Thus, each Winter the Tribe loses many elders; it's too cold to endure.

Some even get their Treehouse blown down by the cold wind and tumble to their deaths.

But this year is much better, because Li Xiang arrived and he had everyone reinforce the Treehouse, reducing unnecessary casualties.

"Chief, when spring comes we'll start cutting trees and repairing the houses. Do you see any problems?"

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