Chapter 423: The River Water Has Frozen

The tribe members behind him felt sorry seeing the Old Clan Leader come here early in the morning to check the street's condition; in fact, people from their Tribe had already spread the word that this street could never be like it was before, but the Old Clan Leader was unwilling to accept it.

He also would not accept defeat.

Even now he is still striving to find a solution.

At this point, what other methods could be considered? He simply could not think of any; there was no news from Great Elder Sangtian, and lack of news meant bad news, yet the tribe still had to go to the Ying Tribe to exchange for supplies.

Clack‑clack‑clack… White snow swirled not far away, and Luosang, thinking the tribe members had come here to trade, was overjoyed: "Someone's arrived, hey, stop right here, this is the place!"

But he chased after them in a circle, only to see that the group rode horses toward the Ying Tribe, paying no heed to the old man at all.

When the horses gradually disappeared, Luosang finally stopped, and suddenly he slipped with a thud into the snow, swallowing a big mouthful of it.

"Clan Leader, are you alright?"

The tribe members hurried to help him up, saying, "Clan Leader, never mind, we can't protect this street any longer; it seems this is the fate of our Lasi Tribe."

"Impossible, this street was allotted to us by the Heavenly God; Ying even dares to snatch our tribe members, he…"

"Clan Leader"

The tribe members who had gone ahead to gather news returned, rushing anxiously toward Luosang; they were shivering from the cold, their lips turned purple.

They looked as if they could collapse at any moment.

"Clan Leader, there's no hope."

"A Yuan, what's wrong?"

"Clan Leader, it's bad. That Sangtian is basically useless; he took our supplies but couldn't make Ying shut down the Market street. Now he's even been driven out by the tribe. I heard that his follower Qingfeng won't return, and that girl is staying with Ying to train some Military Camp. Clan Leader, we've been looking for help in vain; it's useless."

Hearing this, Luosang was livid: "What? Sangtian is a Great Elder, how could he be driven out?"

How could this happen? Luosang felt the things he gave were undervalued; he decided to go find Sangtian to settle scores. Since Sangtian lacked the ability, Luosang would reclaim the sheep and cattle he had sent.

Yes, it must be taken back.

"Let's go find him."

No one expected it, but just as Luosang was about to trouble Sangtian, he heard at his Tribe's gate that Sangtian had already arrived with people.

"Clan Leader, Sangtian is waiting for you in the Cave?"

"Clan Leader, he still dares to come; let me deal with him."

"Wait."

Luosang reached out to stop, "I thought I'd go see what trouble he's causing?"

Inside the Cave, as soon as Luosang entered he saw the old man eating their supplies, which infuriated him—how could he be eating when nothing was getting done? "Great Elder, why have you become like this? Have the matters with the Ying Tribe been resolved?"

Sangtian was greedily devouring food; when he saw Luosang arrive, he instantly stood up, wiped the corner of his mouth, and chuckled. At that moment he bore no resemblance to the Great Elder of the Ying Tribe—anyone without a tribe to tend to was better than him!

"You've come at the right time; I really want to tell you something."

"Speak, what is it? That you were driven out by Ying, or that everyone around you has defected to Ying, leaving you alone?"

"This…"

Sangtian knew he had no leverage left, but he still had one matter.

"Luosang, don't be impatient; they didn't drive me out, I left on my own. As for Qingfeng and those people, humph, they'll stay there to die, so let them die."

Hearing this, Luosang saw he was still being stubborn: "So you mean you succeeded; then why are there still no people here?"

"Ying's disagreement doesn't matter; the Heavenly God already knows their deeds and has sentenced them."

"Sentenced, what does that mean?"

Sure enough, the words piqued Luosang's interest. Sangtian sneered, sat down again, reached for a wild fruit to eat, but coughed as he tried.

"I want Roasted Meat."

"Roasted Meat?"

Luosang wasn't very patient, but hearing that the Heavenly God had punished Ying, he was still interested.

So he ordered someone to prepare the meat; of course, meat is a rare commodity, especially in this Snow—what animals are there? Only mouse meat.

Mouse meat is a tribal favorite, and it's easy to catch in this Winter.

Soon, a huge mouse was captured, skewered over fire, and it squeaked.

When everything was ready, Luosang, still impatient, asked, "Tell me, what happened with the Ying Tribe?"

Great Elder Sangtian, thinking of how ruthless Ying had been, felt cold in his heart: "Hmph, back in the day, if it weren't for me, Ying and his mother would have died long ago; would they even exist today? I went to counsel him to close that street, but he refused and said I shouldn't meddle in such matters. Look what happened—this Snow is drowning everything. Now a new problem has arisen there: the people of the Ying Tribe are about to face extinction."

"Extinction?"

That piqued Luosang's interest; his aged eyes narrowed slightly, "Tell me, what exactly is happening?"

"They're facing a water shortage crisis; so many people, and suddenly there's no water to drink. You see, isn't that close to death?"

"No water to drink?"

At high noon, the sun blazed fiercely.

When Ying and Nan Qinghuan arrived at the riverbank, they were stunned by the sight before them.

The once‑flowing stream was completely frozen, and moreover it had turned a vivid red, looking just like Blood Water.

Many tribe members relied on this river for water; now seeing the river's water turned walkable and crimson, many believed the dreadful punishment Sangtian had spoken of.

Could the Heavenly God truly have punished them? "Ying, your timing is perfect; look, we have no water, and the water has turned like fresh blood."

A Mu and the Ancestor also arrived upon hearing the news; the Ancestor had just finished touring his own Tribe and was about to praise the couple when this incident occurred.

"Ying, Qinghuan, what's going on?"

"Please, Heavenly God, spare us, I beg you."

Unfortunately, a chain reaction ensued; many tribe members knelt, praying for the Heavenly God to restore the river water, for otherwise they have nowhere to draw water.

They'd die of thirst.

A Tribe without water is a grave matter!

One tribe member knelt, and soon many followed, forming a line of kneeling.

Seeing it makes one's heart ache.

A Mu and the ancestors were also very frightened, and they hurried over to Nan Qinghuan's side to ask her; A Mu, earnestly worried, said, "Qinghuan, aren't you a Goddess? Look at what's happening?"