Chapter 100: Sage

The wandering savage walked away while belching the whole way, and Baifeng saw him off with great enthusiasm; the tribesmen all felt the Tribal Chief's state was somewhat strange, but they could not quite say in what way it was strange.

Because he had found White Crystal of high purity, Baifeng began polishing it whenever he had free time; after long persistence, he finally obtained two lenses, one Convex Lens and one concave lens.

Using Iron to craft an iron tube that could hold the lenses, with the Convex Lens in front as the objective lens and the concave lens in the back as the eyepiece, he made a simple Galilean Telescope.

It was just that due to craftsmanship issues, it was still relatively blurry, and the image when looking into the distance also had a purple tint, but it was better than nothing; having such a Telescope could win the upper hand in war.

Baifeng always kept this Telescope in a bamboo tube and did not take it out easily; although Xiong knew Baifeng had such a magical thing, which was like the methods of a deity, he had only experienced it once—the feeling of distant things appearing right before one's eyes was very frightening, yet it was also unforgettable.

Only Sui could play with it occasionally; Baifeng treasured this thing dearly, mainly because the polishing was too time-consuming.

He produced several rejects while polishing, which were not smooth enough or had warped shapes and could not be used as lenses, but they could be carried around to be used as fire starters; although using flint to strike fire was not difficult, one had to find tinder, but this mirror did not need that—it only required sunlight, and a pile of Grass could be lit; if not for Baifeng's reprimand, Sui might have set the whole tribe on fire.

Baifeng stood on the city wall holding the Telescope, watching the wandering savage who kept walking further away; when the view through the Telescope was already very blurry, Baifeng noticed that he seemed to bend over and start clutching his stomach, but he did not stop his pace and kept walking forward.

This was the poison taking effect; as long as he entered the forest, there would be no fear if he were poisoned to death—in any case, since no corpse would be left, it would be decomposed by various creatures in less than half a day.

What Baifeng mainly thought was that since he came to deliver a message, he certainly would not be the only one to come; as long as those who came later did not discover this wandering savage dead at the Baifeng Tribe, it would be enough to make other tribes think the Baifeng Tribe was like a Cannibal Tribe.

If they came again in the future, they would change their appearance and not say they were the Baifeng Tribe; they could be the Xiong Tribe or the Chi Tribe, as the Baifeng Tribe would temporarily disappear from the outside world for a period of time, until the heat died down or the Baifeng Tribe's strength improved.

The wandering savage's poison had taken effect, and the poison of that gluttonous tribesman had also taken effect; although he had vomited it out in time, he was still affected to some extent; when Baifeng arrived, he was pale and groaning while clutching his stomach.

Baifeng asked him questions, and he still had a reaction, his consciousness was clear, so he quickly fetched boiled water, dissolved some salt into it, and then forced the tribesman to drink it; after he finished drinking, he squeezed his stomach to make him vomit, repeating this four or five times until the tribesman had saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and was no longer clutching his stomach, only then did Baifeng stop this rough gastric lavage.

His complexion improved slightly, and Baifeng thought he should be saved without any problems, so he sat beside him and asked, "Will you be gluttonous again in the future, or eat things indiscriminately?"

The tribesman shook his head with tears in his eyes, but soon he seemed to have discovered something wrong, paused slightly to think, and then said in surprise: "Tribal Chief, that soup!"

Baifeng told him to rest well, not to overthink, and not to talk nonsense everywhere, "Everything is for the tribe, remember, everything is for the tribe."

When leaving, Baifeng heard him still chanting this sentence.

If his own tribesman was like this after only drinking one mouthful and inducing vomiting, then that wandering savage must be dead by now; Baifeng felt he was truly shameless, but there was no other way—to ensure the tribe could safely survive, he had to kill him.

The tribe had just been peaceful for two days when people came again; the person who came this time was not a wandering savage, but a Sage; he was not only here to deliver a message but also to perform Divination Technique and sacrifices for this tribe.

Upon hearing it was a Sage, Baifeng had people welcome him in; he was also very curious about what a Sage of this era was actually like, to be able to get along in all the tribes.

He saw a Soldier bringing in a disheveled savage with a huge Tortoise Shell tied to his back; in one hand he leaned on a pine branch that might have just been broken off from a small forest not far away, and the pine needles and pine cones had not even been cleaned off, while the other hand held a handful of grass stalks, not knowing what they were for.

When he walked closer, Baifeng saw that the things should be Yarrow, things used for divination; perhaps feeling that Baifeng had been looking at his things for a bit too long, the Sage was a little unhappy, hid the Yarrow behind his back, and coughed.

Baifeng did not intend to snatch his things—it was just Yarrow, just some rotten grass stalks, what use could they have? However, he still pretended to be embarrassed and invited him to sit down.

"My name is Wangzuo, I have traveled all over the world, there is no place I have not been; this time I happened to pass by your tribe, so I came to be a guest, and at the same time, I can perform one divination and one sacrifice for your tribe," the Sage said very seriously.

Adhering to the principle of respecting the Sage, Baifeng quickly replied: "My name is Feng, this is the Zhi... er, Zhi Tribe, welcome to the Sage, our honor."

"Hmm," Wangzuo just gave a simple response, then looked up at Heaven.

As for Baifeng changing his name and the tribe changing its name, the tribesmen all knew what was going on; Baifeng had also told them the reason for doing so, and the tribesmen all understood, so when Baifeng was spouting nonsense, the tribesmen had no reaction.

Baifeng only felt that Wangzuo was a bit aloof and pretentious, just like the charlatans of later generations; he just did not know if he had real skills or was faking it, but since he did not speak, Baifeng turned his gaze to the tortoise shell on his back.

That tortoise shell was truly huge; Baifeng had never seen such a large tortoise shell, it felt like that of a sea turtle; the only ones Baifeng knew of that had such large Tortoise Shells were sea turtles.

Seeing Baifeng stare at the Yarrow and then at the Tortoise Shell, Wangzuo felt a bit uncomfortable; although people in other tribes would look, they had never looked so brazenly.

"This was stripped from that giant turtle by my ancestor Fuxi Clan when he created the Eight Trigrams by the river back then; later, this Tortoise Shell was passed down until it reached my hands, so my Divination Technique can be said to be the strongest in the world."

Fuxi Clan!

Baifeng slapped the table and stood up; he did not expect that a descendant of the Fuxi Clan had actually come here, but in legends, Fuxi created humanity and the world, even more ancient than the Suiren Clan and Shennong; Baifeng thought it was just a false legend, he did not expect that there were actually still descendants.