Chapter 89: Becoming the Cannibal Tribe

When the words ended, the Great Shaman and the others were already preparing to grab Nan Qinghuan and skin her alive, "Leader, she and Youchao Xuan came here to clear a path for Ying; they should die. Capture this female to force Ying to surrender; they have already attacked."

As soon as those words were spoken, several savages moved to seize Nan Qinghuan. Nan Qinghuan produced a Chili spray, staying very alert, "Don't come any closer, Leader. Is this how you treat a lifesaver?"

"Abu, you cannot treat us like this."

Youchao Xuan was also somewhat worried, fearing that Abu would let them be eaten. The Great Shaman, seeing the leader remain silent, further stoked division, "Leader, seize this female to force Ying to surrender; they have already broken into the tribe."

The Great Shaman saw the leader unmoving, about to order a strike, when suddenly Abu bellowed, "Stop!"

"Leader, will you just watch Ying Tribe wipe us out?"

The man called Abu was helped to his feet; he glared sharply at Nan Qinghuan and Youchao Xuan, "You came to lead the way?"

Nan Qinghuan pursed her lips but did not admit, "We just got lost here; we're not leading anyone."

"Lost, Clan Leader, don't believe this female's words; she tells endless lies in Ying Tribe. A Yue was killed by her."

"A Yue?"

Mentioning A Yue, Abu suddenly glanced at Nan Qinghuan, "Capture her and send her to fight."

As soon as those words were spoken, several savages lunged forward to seize Nan Qinghuan, but— swish swish swish— a cloud of spray surged at them. The savages instantly covered their eyes and shrieked, "Ah, what is this?"

Nan Qinghuan grabbed Youchao Xuan's hand, "Go."

When the savages realized Nan Qinghuan and Youchao Xuan had fled, Abu immediately scrambled to his feet and bellowed, "Goddess, please stay."

When those words rang out, the tribespeople outside gathered around; Nan Qinghuan and the others were hemmed in with no escape. Youchao Xuan was also extremely nervous, sweating profusely, "What should we do, Goddess?"

"Do not harm them."

Suddenly, Abu shouted again. Hearing Abu, the savages stepped back a few paces, yet still kept them surrounded. Nan Qinghuan realized Abu bore little ill will toward her; she turned to face him, "What do you want?"

The Great Shaman's eyes were burning from the Chili; she covered her left eye and complained to Abu, "Leader, kill this female. She just used demonic magic; she must not be spared."

"Silence."

Abu suddenly bellowed, and then, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, he stepped barefoot toward Nan Qinghuan. Nan Qinghuan thought he was about to deal with her, keeping the spray ready in her hand. She heard the sounds of fighting not far away; the clash between the ancient tribes was not as fierce as in ancient times, but still grim.

As expected, Ying and Rongdi must have broken in, so she and Youchao Xuan were safe.

"Abu, your tribe has eaten many outsiders; it's only natural they come for revenge."

Abu seemed to have known this already; he suddenly made a very respectful gesture toward Nan Qinghuan, then knelt down, "Goddess, please save our tribe."

When those words were spoken, the savages left behind were stunned, "Leader, how can you kneel before this female? She—"

"Silence, she is an Otherworld Goddess. The Goddess descended with divine power. Great Shaman, the attack you just suffered was the Goddess's punishment; won't you kneel and beg the Goddess's forgiveness?"

When those words were spoken, the woman called Great Shaman was stunned, "Leader, what are you saying? She isn't a Goddess, she—"

"Kneel. This disaster was brought by the Heavenly God; the Goddess descended to save us. Goddess, please save the tribe."

Abu knelt, and the savages naturally followed suit, "Goddess, Goddess, save us."

Nan Qinghuan was completely bewildered; what was happening? They had just been about to kill them, why were they now begging for mercy?

She remembered that people of the ancient tribes were bloodthirsty and ruthless—killing a person was as easy as killing a chicken. How could this Clan Leader be so different from her expectations? Youchao Xuan, however, saw clearly, "Goddess, this is exactly the reputation you have. Abu knows that your Goddess would not dare confront you; he intends to hand the tribe over to you."

"What, hand it to me? Abu, what do you mean?"

Why didn't she understand? Abu immediately rose, looking at her expectantly, "Our ancestors taught us that the arrival of a divine‑level Goddess is our tribe's hope. Goddess, you just saved me, using divine power against the Great Shaman; that makes me believe you are the Goddess we have long awaited. Goddess, please accept our tribe and save us."

Youchao Xuan seemed to understand and said softly, "Goddess, it appears they also know that prophecy; what shall we do now?"

Nan Qinghuan naturally did not want to take on this mess; the cannibal tribe eats people—how could they be forgiven? "You have eaten so many of the tribe's people; you cannot be pardoned, and the Heavenly God will not forgive you either; you—"

"Those people were not eaten by us, but by wild beasts. I know why Ying and Rongdi came to attack the tribe; the missing people were devoured by wild beasts, not us. We only eat fish and the big lumps. Goddess, if you don't believe, you can ask the tribe."

"What, you don't eat people?"

The cannibal tribe claims they don't eat people, which is strange, especially given their sharp teeth; no one believes them when they say they don't.

"Yes, Goddess, we truly don't eat people. Save us, and make Ying and Rongdi stop fighting us. My A Mu has already died."

The savages were pleading, and Nan Qinghuan thought there must be a misunderstanding, "Big lump, what is that?"

What she didn't expect was, folks, the "big lump" the cannibal tribe spoke of turned out to be… "Goddess, we eat this big lump, not people. It's the wild beasts that eat people. The leader also organized people to hunt the beasts, but the beasts are too ferocious for us to catch."

Nan Qinghuan now fully believed the savages' words; she lifted a big lump, examined it closely, and after understanding, she burst into hearty laughter.

Great, we can eat some grains now.

"It's a sweet potato."

Oh my, she discovered something—a sweet potato in the cannibal tribe. Was this an unexpected harvest? The tribe didn't know what a sweet potato was, but they saw her joy. Abu continued to kowtow, "Goddess, I Abu am willing to hand the tribe over to you; please protect our people, grant us peace and health."

After saying that, Abu suddenly produced a Scepter made of rosewood, its surface engraved with incomprehensible Totem symbols, looking mysterious and unfathomable.

"Goddess, please accept and become our Nushouling."

"I become your Nushouling?"

"No, I can't accept. I can intercede for you, ask Ying and Rongdi to investigate the truth and clear your innocence, but I cannot be the Nushouling, I…"

"Please, Goddess, you must become it; only you can protect us."

"Wah wah wah…"

A few tribe members a short distance away came carrying several children. The children looked only four or five years old, with skinny, red‑cheeked heads. Their legs were wounded by animal traps, blood streaming, and they sobbed incessantly, a sound that made listeners feel helpless.

"Leader, some of the kids are injured."