Chapter 1326: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1326 Choice of Clan Leader!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

After the man finished speaking, the entire room fell into absolute silence.

Zhang Daoxuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he froze in place.

He had originally thought that the cause and effect of the matter were already very clear.

The god above wanted jade.

The priests and Clan Leader in the middle handled the arrangements.

The jade gatherers below were bled and had their flesh cut.

As a result, the man said that the blood was shed by the jade gatherers themselves.

The Blood Jade was also something they actively offered.

Where is the oppression in this?

Clearly, from top to bottom, not a single person is clean!

Xu Zhangqing also fell silent for a moment.

He recovered from the shock before Zhang Daoxuan did, but his first reaction was not anger, but weariness.

When there is not a single clean person in the whole situation.

It means killing anyone is not enough, and saving anyone is also wrong.

The man, at least, got one thing right.

Jade is dead, but people are alive.

But in this current situation, living people are harder to deal with than dead jade.

Seeing that both of them remained silent, the man no longer spoke.

Having said this much, it is enough.

Saying anything further would easily draw the fire onto himself.

"You are not clean either."

Xu Zhangqing finally spoke, his gaze falling on the man's face: "The Clan Leader intends to lure those wilderness foreign tribes in as expendable material, and you did not refuse."

Hearing this, the man immediately lowered his head.

Seeing the other's guilty reaction, Xu Zhangqing spoke in a fierce voice: "Still the same words, I want you to go to the Bo Tribe tomorrow and find that Female Witch.

Tell her that starting next year, the two tribes will jointly offer a piece of fine jade.

If she is willing, then it can still be discussed.

If she is unwilling, then no one will escape in the end!"

The man raised his head, his face showing several shades of defeat in the light and shadow: "I..."

Xu Zhangqing shook his right hand, and the Water Ball exploded in a circle of water splashes: "You have no choice."

Zhang Daoxuan even stepped forward, almost ready to make a move.

The man's face changed drastically, and he immediately promised: "I'll go!"

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The night passed without a word.

Just as day broke, before the mist on the lake had fully dispersed, the Clan Leader's footsteps approached from far to near.

He came jogging all the way, humming an off-key little tune in his mouth.

Just as he pushed the door open and entered, still smiling on his face, he saw two strangers in the room at a glance, and his steps slowed involuntarily.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan were now sitting on two grass mats by the window.

One was rubbing a grass stem in his hand, and the other took a sip of water from a green gourd.

"Sir, who are these two..."

The Clan Leader looked at them and then at the man, his smile still hanging on his face, though it had become somewhat stiff.

"Helpers I found."

The man's voice was as usual: "In a while, we need to make a trip to the Bo Tribe."

"Go to the Bo Tribe?"

The Clan Leader was first stunned, then leaned in two steps: "Going to the Bo Tribe at this time, aren't you afraid of angering that Female Witch? She is currently seething with anger, Sir, if you go now, I'm afraid it will cause a conflict!"

At this moment, Xu Zhangqing on the side spoke: "Now in the tribe, who can replace him?"

The man didn't even look at the Clan Leader, and replied: "There is a candidate, the Martial Guard Captain.

This person is upright in nature, usually strict on weekdays, but extremely kind to the tribespeople."

The smile on the Clan Leader's face could no longer be held; he stepped back and asked: "You... what do you mean?"

Zhang Daoxuan put down the green gourd and grinned at the Clan Leader: "Still don't understand?"

"You are going to die!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Clan Leader's face turned white with a "shua".

He hurriedly retreated toward the door, while shouting in his mouth: "Come..."

The next second, his whole body slammed into a Water Wall, and was then caught by an invisible large hand, and was forcibly dragged back into the room.

The next second, the whole person crashed into a Water Wall, then was caught by an invisible giant hand and Ying Sheng dragged back inside.

The door panel shut with a "bang".

The two martial guards outside tilted their heads slightly.

Seeing nothing unusual, they stopped paying attention.

They didn't dare meddle in the matters inside the room.

After all, one was a male shaman, the other the Clan Leader.

Xu Changqing stood up and walked to the front of the Clan Leader, sizing him up from head to toe.

At this moment the Clan Leader's legs had gone soft, his mouth gaped open, and his throat emitted "heh heh" gasping sounds, like a fish stranded on shore starved of oxygen.

"Tricking outside refugees into coming in!"

"Saying no one would care even if they died!"

"These words were all spoken by you, right!"

The Clan Leader wanted to shake his head, but his neck couldn't move an inch.

His whole person was completely wrapped in "water".

Xu Changqing saw it in his eyes and said with a half-smile: "With a person like you as Clan Leader, how will the clansmen live from now on?

Therefore, please vacate your position!"

The next second, the Clan Leader didn't even let out half a groan before his whole person went limp, thoroughly without breath.

The water enveloping him all seeped away along the stone cracks, leaving not a trace behind.

The male shaman saw it in his eyes, his whole person trembled once, but in the end he said nothing.

Then Xu Changqing opened his mouth to ask: "Where is that Martial Guard Captain?"

The male shaman hurriedly said: "Every morning at dawn, he leads men to drill by the lake."

"Have someone call him over, just say there's something to discuss face to face."

Xu Changqing plopped back down onto the grass mat and continued: "Also, don't publicize the Clan Leader's matter, first confirm this person's willingness.

If he's not willing, then swap in a willing one."

Hearing this the male shaman rose, paused at the doorway as if making a great resolve, then pushed the door and went out.

Xu Changqing and Zhang Daoxuan brought the Clan Leader's corpse to the next room.

Outside, the sky was already bright.

The water mist on the lake surface dispersed into a thin layer.

The Martial Guard Captain was indeed by the lake, leading a group of strong men in drills.

The male shaman saw it and had a guard beside him go call the man over.

Soon the Martial Guard Captain ran to the doorway: "Sir, what do you summon me for?"

"Come with me."

The male shaman said expressionlessly: "There's a matter I want to chat with you privately about."

The Martial Guard Captain stepped in after him.

The door shut behind him; he stood still, gaze level ahead.

The male shaman didn't rush to speak, instead sat down and observed for a moment.

"Sir, what exactly do you want to talk about?"

"What do you think of our Clan Leader?"

The Martial Guard Captain's face darkened.

He didn't answer, instead let out a heavy "hmph" from his nose.

That hmph contained both dissatisfaction and contempt.

He knew quite a few of the Clan Leader's dirty deeds.

Oppression of the clansmen.

Greed for resources.

Attitude toward the jade pickers.

Though he lacked culture, he could still tell good from bad.

"You're quite frank."

The male shaman nodded: "Then tell me, how is our tribe doing now?"

The Martial Guard Captain fell silent for several breaths, replied with four words: "Still can eat our fill."

"Nothing else?"

"Once that three-tenths output comes out, it'll be a bit better."

"Then what do you think... of Bi Bo Jun?"

The Martial Guard Captain's eyelid twitched; he didn't reply immediately, instead retreated half a step: "Sir, if you have something to say, just say it directly."

"I'm merely pondering."

The male shaman frowned: "If we have to offer jade every year, and it must be no lower than Blood Jade quality, this matter is too difficult."

"Correct."

Those words struck the Martial Guard Captain's heart; his stiff shoulders relaxed, and he chimed in: "If not for Bi Bo Jun pressing down on us, our tribe and the Bo Tribe could have shared a water region and split a share of aquatic produce.

How did it come to this, one only farming, one only fishing, yet still contending for superiority on the altar!"

The male shaman suddenly said: "If you were made Clan Leader, what would you do?"

The Martial Guard Captain froze.

He stared at the male shaman, as if verifying whether the words were true or false.

"Sir, this kind of joke cannot be made."

"Look at me — do I look like I'm joking?"

"If you let me take charge, the first thing I'll do is ally with the Bo Tribe!"