Chapter 422: The Tribe Faces a Water Shortage Crisis

Qingfeng looked at him and saw he was becoming more and more formidable; after a moment's thought she decided to tell him.

"You need to be careful. The Great Elder won't be satisfied with things as they are. He accepted Luosang's good stuff, and he'll keep helping to cause trouble. This Market street has made Luosang's Tribe poorer, and he won't let you off the hook."

Actually, Qingfeng had wanted to say it last night, but she was still lost in her fantasies about Ying; she didn't expect so many things, and now, thanks to the Snow, she was jolted fully awake.

Awakened, she finally knew what she truly had to do!

Hearing Qingfeng's words, Ying merely curled his lip and sneered, "I've known they've colluded for a long time. It doesn't matter; I'm not afraid of anyone. All you need to do now is train the people of the Military Camp for me, and that's enough."

"Don't worry, now that I'm back I will definitely help you."

After saying that, Qingfeng quickly left. Ying stared deeply at her departing back, unable to explain why he felt Qingfeng had changed. When she was a child, Qingfeng was bold and reckless, so he taught her hunting; he never expected Qingfeng to be stronger than a man. Later, when the Great Elder went to live elsewhere, Qingfeng went to attend to him. Over the years they hadn't seen each other.

Qingfeng grew from that little girl into a woman, but he hadn't expected that Qingfeng wanted to be with him.

"What, Ying, can't let go?"

Nan Qinghuan, seeing the man linger, hurried forward, tapped his arm, and teasingly said, "How about I speak for you, make her your woman?"

"Nonsense!"

Ying reached out and gently took her small hand; he could tell Nan Qinghuan was teasing her on purpose, which made him quite happy. Qinghuan finally felt at ease with him.

"What, don't like it?"

Ying let out a deep sigh, reached out and pinched her cheek, "I only like Qinghuan alone. Let's go, I'll escort you home."

Nan Qinghuan was just about to leave when she suddenly realized… "Oh…"

"What's wrong?"

Ying, a little nervous, asked, "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

Nan Qinghuan shook her head, reached out and took his hand to rub her own belly; she was delighted, because this was her first time feeling the child's fetal movement.

The child actually moved and even kicked him.

That feeling is incredibly marvelous.

"She kicked me; your offspring kicked for me…"

"Really?"

Ying, worried she might catch a cold, hurriedly carried her back home; the blazing Bonfire dispelled the outside chill, making everything very warm.

This time, Ying deliberately reached out to touch the belly; he noticed Qinghuan's stomach was getting larger, yet Qinghuan remained very frail, which made him feel deeply uneasy.

He feared she wouldn't be able to give birth to the child smoothly.

His hand rested on the protruding belly, but he felt no movement from the child.

He squatted down, very seriously, "Qinghuan, it's not moving—does the offspring have something…"

"No."

Nan Qinghuan reached out and gently stroked his long hair, "If he wants to move, he moves; if he doesn't, he stays still. This child moves very little; it's also my first time feeling fetal movement—truly marvelous."

Ying felt a bit despondent, lifted his head and met her gaze, "Qinghuan, thank you for keeping Qingfeng."

Nan Qinghuan was just taking a gamble, because the Military Camp's existence was essential, and she also wanted Youchao Xuan to vie for it; perhaps soon Youchao Xuan will have a woman as well.

"Isn't that great?" "You didn't realize, I did it for Youchao Xuan."

"Youchao Xuan?"

Ying slightly furrowed his brows, showing he didn't understand why it was because of Youchao Xuan. Nan Qinghuan knew the man was single‑minded; he hadn't realized that Youchao Xuan seemed to have some feeling for Qingfeng. She covered her mouth and smiled, "Fine, if you don't get it, never mind. Go be busy; I'll make some Lipstick to kill time. Many women want it, and I'll use this Lipstick to trade for what I want."

"Make Lipstick?"

Ying, worried she was overexerted, said, "Qinghuan, if you're tired, go rest. I'll have A Mu prepare lunch."

A Mu and the ancestors had vanished; only the two of them were inside the house.

Nan Qinghuan was about to say something when a voice from Dashan came from outside.

"Ying, something's wrong."

Outside, Dashan rushed in, saying something was wrong; Ying and Nan Qinghuan hurried to their feet. After so much time, this couple now faced any matter with remarkable calm.

Of course, they were no longer afraid of anything.

"Dashan, what's wrong?"

"The Heavenly God's punishment has already begun; many clan members can't drink clean water now."

Those words made Ying's complexion darken instantly, "What did you say?"

At noon, the sun rose.

The winter sun's warm rays bathed the sparkling white snow, glittering like a fairyland.

A thin mist hung, and the cold wind was biting.

The vast land was already covered by Snow, and Shanhai Yishi was the same.

The once lively Market street now looked altered; under the Snow everything was hidden, and many small animal corpses lay on the ground, drawing daring wolves to come and feed.

Such a desolate Shanhai Yishi was something no one had anticipated; back in spring, summer, autumn, and winter, whenever it was a day for trading, this place was bustling with voices, but now, even the houses built by the Youchao Clan have become very bleak, covered by Snow and seeming ready to collapse at any moment, and even the winter birds are nowhere to be seen.

Whoosh— under the bone‑chilling wind and within the Snow stood an old man; Luosang was already clad in thick Beast Skin on this main street, and the sunlight reflected sharply in his eyes, dazzlingly bright.

Again, there was no one at all; now this Market street was so desolate it felt frightening.

Today was originally a day for trading, but none of the Tribe's people came, not even those from his own Tribe; indeed, in such cold weather, what could the Tribe exchange? They needed to trade for goods from other Tribes, but now no Tribe was willing to come, and this street was truly abandoned.

This scene made Luosang's heart ache beyond words.

"Clan Leader, it's snowing heavily, shall we return?"