Chapter 406: Get Out of My Tribe

Luosang was frightened when he saw Ying; this Rongdi was so brutish, he looked like an old man who had done something wrong, constantly pulling at his little face.

"Yeah, you guys are really great."

"Ying, this old man came here trying to sow discord between us; how do you suggest we deal with him?"

That day, the Rongdi Tribe, to thank Ying, sent women and some winter supplies; he ordered a sheep slaughtered and lit a bonfire, treating Ying to food and drink.

Of course, the Rongdi followed Ying's words and drove Luosang out, without laying a hand on him; this puzzled the Rongdi.

Because in his view, an old man who tried to sow discord would surely be killed by Ying, yet this time Ying didn't act, and even let him go.

He found this very strange.

However, the Lasi Tribe was becoming increasingly weak, and Ying paid it no mind.

As night fell, the Rongdi Tribe wandered amid a sea of dim lights.

Though it was deep winter and tiny snowflakes drifted down, they didn't dampen the cheerful atmosphere at all.

Rongdi personally poured wine for Ying; after hearing his account of the Market street being burned, he finally understood why Ying suddenly killed Ma Tian—turns out Ma Tian had set the fire himself, originally intending for Ying to attack the Lasi Tribe, but unexpectedly Ma Tian's You Su Tribe was annihilated first.

Hearing this, Li Xiang also found it unbelievable; he had always thought Ancient People weren't so responsible, but now realized that to seize territory and eliminate foes they also put thought into scheming. Though these plots were childish, in his view, the fact that Ancient People possessed such awareness showed their intelligence was still quite high.

Moreover, Ying's intellect was high; he didn't have anyone kill the old man named Luosang, but let him leave, which truly showed his capacity to tolerate others.

But he didn't understand why he did that. "Ying, why didn't you kill the one who tried to sow discord?"

Li Xiang didn't get it, and Rongdi wasn't clear either; the two grown men stared at Ying, eager to hear his explanation. Ying, seeing them watching, took a sip of wine and smiled—a hearty laugh. He reached out gently to catch the drifting tiny snowflakes; they landed cold in his hand and melted quickly, and his gaze grew distant.

"Killing him would be easy, but you know it's winter now; although Luosang is old, the Lasi Tribe all obey him. He's different from Ma Tian's brothers—when their clan members die they want revenge but lack strength, whereas the Lasi Tribe, when seeking vengeance, will trouble us."

Those words didn't sit well with Rongdi. "What are we afraid of? If they dare come, we wipe them out. Now, you and I join forces, and Yao Na, wiping out anyone is easy, isn't it?"

Rongdi was still a Beastman; wild blood coursed through his bones. Though he had changed a lot and his temper had naturally mellowed, he was still a Beastman at heart.

Since he's a Beastman, his impulsiveness wasn't as comprehensive as Ying's; that's their biggest difference.

Ying himself had once been impulsive, but under Nan Qinghuan's guidance he gradually changed. Yet no one altered Rongdi; he remained volatile and eager to conquer!

"That's easy to say. Think about it: it's winter now, tomorrow the snow will seal the mountains. If news of Luosang's death reaches the Lasi Tribe, this winter won't be peaceful—that's not what Qinghuan and I want. We just want a quiet, safe winter. When spring comes, things change; then we can form an Army, and wiping out the Lasi Tribe will be a breeze, won't it?"

Those words made Rongdi's expression turn pale; he stared at Ying in astonishment, "Military Camp?"

What is a Military Camp? Li Xiang naturally knew, but the wildman Ying didn't; it was Nan Qinghuan who had told him.

"Nan Qinghuan told you?"

Ying nodded, "Nan Qinghuan said it. I'm here today to bring people to you, and of course to discuss forming a Military Camp. Though our clan can all fight, I realized that against a truly powerful tribe, we're no match. So this winter we'll gather people to build an Army. Yao Na will send some, you will send some, I'll send some; we'll train together, and when spring arrives, these people will be ready for war. Rongdi, what do you think?"

Rongdi had never considered forming any army, which piqued his interest. He glanced at Li Xiang, "Father, what do you think?"

That night, the three discussed the Military Camp at length, while Nan Qinghuan had already finished dinner early, arranged for Ashu and Youchao Xuan to settle the You Su Tribe people, and then she was also very tired.

But Ying hadn't returned; she didn't want to rest.

A gentle night wind blew as she stood alone on the railing, gazing at the snowy scenery—snow was falling, truly falling.

It was her first snowfall here.

The first snow drifted down, bringing waves of fresh air.

She had never seen such a quiet night; she recalled that when she first came to the tribe, they lived in a Cave, and at night it was noisy, with the sounds of beasts outside.

But now, with more people, the beasts' territory has been gradually encroached upon, and the so‑called animal sounds are no longer heard.

She could foresee the future.

In time, this place will become a loyal town; even if Ying refuses to abandon the Tribe, there is nothing that can be done.

The gears of history never halt because of anyone's opposition.

"Qinghuan, why aren't you going in?"

Axi's belly had also grown; seeing Nan Qinghuan standing there without going in made her feel a pang of concern, so she specially brought her a cotton coat. The coat was made by Axi herself, looking plain but very warm.

It was the best gift Axi could give Nan Qinghuan.

Only for her.

"Qinghuan, wear more layers."

"Axi..."

Axi's eyes sparkled, "Look, it's snowing. In the past we feared this the most—warming ourselves in the Cave, it always felt so cold, the wind howling into the Cave. Sometimes I wished I could dive into the fire."

Hearing Axi's words, Nan Qinghuan felt uneasy; she gently grasped Axi's hand and only then noticed a strange garment on her shoulder.

"What is this..."

"This is the cotton clothes I gave you, made from cotton. Though it's not pretty, Qinghuan, it's warm; I've tried it. Do you like it?"

It was Axi's first time giving Nan Qinghuan clothing; Nan Qinghuan took it, examined it, noting the stitching was very rough, but she knew that was Axi's skill level.

Being able to make her a garment was already a great thing.

"It looks nice, thank you. Do you have one?"

She knew cotton was still scarce in the Tribe, unevenly distributed, so it was a luxury item.

She hadn't expected Axi to give her one; it moved her.

Axi's eyes glittered, she smiled and patted her small belly, "I'm fine, I can make a fire; this year is much better than last. Qinghuan, the clan says we're so happy now. We no longer fear winter; they all thank you."

These words made Nan Qinghuan frown in confusion; she looked at Axi, whose eyes glimmered under the candlelight.

"Thank me? Why thank me?"

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