Chapter 444: – The Ancient Tribe Became a Town

The warm winter sun slanted its reflection onto the spring water; Spring River Warm Duck Prophet, Jiuzhou Dadi, put on a white cotton coat and gradually switched into a spring dress.

Verdant green shade covered everywhere.

A stretch of vitality dimmed.

The harsh winter has passed, and Ying Tribe underwent earth‑shaking changes this winter; during the cold season, Ying Tribe gathered members from two other tribes to build an army of over one hundred people. This army is supplied jointly by the three tribes, and its duty is to work with the Military Camp troops to properly protect the safety of the three tribes.

The first army has already appeared on Ancient Land.

With winter gone and spring arriving, after enduring this harsh winter's training, the army now has sufficient scale to shoulder the protection needs of these tribes.

Moreover, its killing power is decent.

Not only that, the tribe now has too many people, traffic has increased greatly, and trade has undergone earth‑shaking changes.

On Ancient Land, the use of currency appeared for the first time.

The currency consists of those precious shells, which circulate slowly on the Market street, thereby reducing many tribespeople's troubles.

Bartering for goods on Ancient Land has gradually disappeared.

Moreover, most importantly, this tribe has become a bustling Small Town.

And Ying has changed from the tribe's leader to an ancient‑style Town Mayor.

Town Mayor, Ying Town Mayor.

Because trade flourished, the flow of people to and from the tribe grew massive; many paid Ying, who consented to let them settle here, and so a quiet contest for territory with the forest quietly unfolded on Ancient Land.

At a construction site, Ying stood there looking toward the excavator destroying trees not far away; now, that excavator has been taught to Dashan by Nan Qinghuan.

Dashan has become the excavator's true operator.

Watching each great tree fall under the excavator's destruction, Ying's gaze held some reluctance, yet he also knew it was inevitable.

Qinghuan was right; some things cannot be kept just by wanting to.

For a tribe to develop, some price must be paid.

For instance, it is no longer a tribe; it has become a Small Town.

The tribe was once extremely barren, filled only with great trees and forest, but after just a short winter, spring arrived and all things revived.

Many outsiders came here to buy land and build their own houses.

Tulou can no longer meet the tribespeople's needs; many brought their own tribe's house‑building customs, and diversification slowly collided here.

Fusion.

Spring, all things revive.

Sunlight makes the people feel warm.

Ashu saw those great trees being uprooted one by one and mercilessly moved away, and he still felt reluctant.

The tribe once regarded the forest as their home.

Now, they must wrestle territory from the forest.

"Ying, do we really have to do this?"

Ashu was very regretful, still reminiscing about the old tribal days, but now also sees that the tribe has disappeared.

Ying took a deep breath, gave him a complex look, then twitched his mouth, "Ashu, this is the inevitability of history. Qinghuan was right; we cannot change it. Look, now all the tribespeople have settled here, everyone lives well— isn't that good?"

"But…"

"Ashu"

A voice from behind belonged to Nan Qinghuan; Ashu quickly turned with Ying, and when they saw Nan Qinghuan arriving, Ying hurried forward to support her.

Nan Qinghuan's belly had grown larger; in a few months she will give birth.

Ying is about to become a father.

He had waited for this child for a very long time, and his patience had worn thin.

"Qinghuan, why did you come? Weren't you supposed to rest?"

Nan Qinghuan carried a wooden bucket box she made herself, the oldest Thermos Box she crafted.

"Ying, I brought you a meal."

Nan Qinghuan now walks more clumsily; her belly is too large.

She doesn't know why her belly grew so fast—whether from overeating or carrying twins, she truly doesn't know.

The pulse cannot be summoned; now that's all she can do.

Then there is only waiting.

Ying felt heartache seeing her bring a meal, reached out, took the wooden bucket, gently opened it, and a wave of fragrant food surged out.

He also felt hungry, but he was very concerned for Qinghuan bringing the meal.

"Don't come again; you can ask someone else to deliver meals."

"I'm only pregnant, not disabled—what's the matter, how is it here?"

Here, Ying and Nan Qinghuan walked to a spot and sat down; he ate the fragrant dishes, his eyes full of hope, and nodded, "It's almost ready; houses can be built here now."

"Great, Ying, the tribe has disappeared."

"What?"

Nan Qinghuan saw he still didn't know, smiled, and took a leaf from beside her; it bore characters, Chinese script.

"Look, this is a letter that Senior Brother asked Lone Wolf to send. Now, Rongdi Tribe has become Rongdi Town; there, just like here, the tribe has disappeared and everyone lives in harmony."

"Rongdi Tribe also disappeared?"

As soon as this was said, they suddenly heard a Bronze Drum sound from afar, the sound that only follows Tribal Extinction, coming from the direction of the Wolf Clan.

Now the roads between them are open, peoples from several sides travel, and there is no longer Ying Tribe or Yao Tribe.

The tribes on Jiuzhou Dadi have achieved complete unification.

The tribe has undergone Tribal Extinction, reborn in a new way.

Upon hearing Nan Qinghuan's words, Ying hurriedly stood up and looked toward the Rongdi Tribe's area; this winter the Rongdi helped him a lot, not only rescuing Youchao Xuan and the others, but also reclaimed the coal.

Moreover, the Rongdi Flying People also helped avoid an attack from the Giant Tribe.

Thinking of the Giant Tribe, a cold flash crossed Ying's eyes.

Spring has arrived; they should also start preparing.

"The Wolf Clan is the same, Ying; now the Wolf Clan has also become a Small Town, and the Rongdi there as well, we no longer distinguish between each other."

No longer distinguishing each other, the true Tribal Great Integration.

Nan Qinghuan and Li Xiang's dream is slowly coming true, while Ying's gaze is looking toward the distance.

They are no longer tribes; they have become a Small Town.

Small Town.

What a fresh word!

"Qinghuan, what should we do next?"