Chapter 1247: Taking Sides

As for those willing to join Huaxia, one cannot necessarily say they are traitors or unreliable, but when the entire tribe arrives in Huaxia and the main administrators are not one's own people, those who are relatively weak-willed are certainly not that reliable; one must definitely screen out the most trustworthy individuals.

However, now that Chengqie was asking, it wouldn't do to keep silent, and the crowd, not being that united, soon fussed and urged Fu to speak, because Fu was, after all, the Leader personally appointed by Baifeng.

Fu stood out with an unwilling expression and said: "Leader, this, don't we still have to listen to the Tribal Chief? The Tribal Chief said that joining Huaxia would be better, and this, this, once we arrived here and took a look, our Suiren Tribe truly cannot compare to Huaxia; joining Huaxia is a better choice."

Fu had completely determined his own path, because Baifeng's support had alienated him from the others; one could say there were almost no people willing to support him, and even those who held the same viewpoint were unwilling to support Fu—after all, they were all the same, so why should they let Fu lead them? Did Fu have any impressive qualities? Having known him for so many years, they had never discovered any.

Chengqie continued to press: "What about the rest of you? You haven't spoken; those who have the same thoughts as him, say something, or just raise your hands, lift your hands up."

This business of raising hands was something Chengqie had learned in Huaxia, and he felt it was quite good.

A portion of the people raised their hands again, although they raised them very slowly and not very high, hoping Chengqie wouldn't see them; however, they actually raised both hands, looking like they were surrendering, which was very unsightly.

"Just raise one hand, don't raise both; raise them higher, let me see who you all are!"

As soon as Chengqie said this, several people immediately took the opportunity to put their hands down; they were very afraid that Chengqie would settle scores later, or even settle them now, so it was better to play dead.

"Good, you few, all stand over here. And what about the rest? You are neither willing to join Huaxia nor wanting to join Huaxia—what exactly is the meaning of this? Or are you saying you want to be independent and don't want to be in the Suiren Tribe anymore?"

These words of Chengqie were extremely lethal, and they panicked immediately; one relatively quick-witted person hurriedly said: "Leader, I am not, I just feel that we must listen to the Tribal Chief's words, but we don't understand Huaxia, and we just arrived, so I still think we should learn more, take a good look, and then make a decision."

The others hurriedly chimed in: "Yes, yes..."

Because they couldn't find a better answer than this; if they didn't state their position now, they might be dealt with.

"Good, I have basically understood your thoughts. Then I will also clearly tell you: joining Huaxia is mandatory. Huaxia is much better than our Suiren Tribe, and it can also allow our Suiren Tribe to quickly become strong.

Of course, we can no longer call it the Suiren Tribe; we should say Huaxia. Do not say that Huaxia has no ancestors and is different from our Suiren Tribe; the King of Huaxia is also our King, and it has already been clearly stated that the ancestors of Huaxia are also of the Suiren Tribe.

Therefore, we have completely identical ancestors. Huaxia is a small tribe that once split off from the Suiren Tribe and developed into what it is today. You can also do this; if you leave the Suiren Tribe and create a tribe more powerful than Huaxia, you will still be people of the Suiren Tribe.

We are joining Huaxia only because the Suiren Tribe has a sufficiently powerful brother; the Suiren Tribe is still the Suiren Tribe, just with a different leader. My father ceded his position to the King, to Baifeng, because he is more capable.

Our sacrifices will not be interrupted; in the future sacrifices of Huaxia, there will always be the ancestors of the Suiren Tribe. Do you understand what I mean?"

Everyone lowered their heads and slowly said they understood, only those firm leaders who had chosen Huaxia kept their heads held high, because they knew they had chosen correctly and that they stood on the same path as Chengqie and the Tribal Chief.

Chengqie also truly understood the purpose of his father sending these people here; those leaders who were originally willing to join Huaxia would become even more proactive after seeing the situation in Huaxia, while those who were unwilling to join, or those who were still observing, would at least no longer be resistant after seeing Huaxia.

If he exerted some effort here, took them to see more, introduced more to them, and let them understand more about the goodness of Huaxia, then they would basically fully agree to join Huaxia. After they returned, they would certainly be able to mobilize more people to be willing to join Huaxia.

Too few people had been to Huaxia before, so there was no persuasiveness; even when his own father said so, he, as a son, hadn't believed it that much.

Now that so many people were returning to the tribe, with everyone saying a few words, it would soon spread throughout the entire tribe, letting everyone know the goodness of Huaxia; this way, everyone could be made willing to come to Huaxia, scrambling and fighting to come to Huaxia, rather than being very resistant and causing a pile of trouble.

Speaking of trouble, Chengqie thought of one thing and hurriedly asked: "I heard that someone offended the King and was punished. Who is it? Where are they?"

Pen hurriedly said: "Leader, it is Shoumin; he is currently lying in the house. His buttocks are already broken, and he cannot stand up; it is all blood."

Shoumin was not asleep; he was lying on the kang, and the pain coming from his buttocks from time to time made him unable to sleep. When Chengqie called for people, he wanted to go, but he was in too much pain to stand up because his buttocks were already festering.

His companions had not brought him along, but he could hear the conversation outside from the room. Chengqie's words made Shoumin's heart turn cold; it turned out that the act he thought was saving face for the tribe was actually such a situation. So what was he to do now? He was finished, completely finished.

In Huaxia, he certainly wouldn't have a good life; it was already a stroke of luck that he hadn't died. After the tribe returned, they would certainly suffer because of him. Although he was unwilling to join Huaxia, the general trend was unstoppable, and he had no way out.

He had no way to go and see what Huaxia was actually like, so he didn't know if he would eventually change his mind, but now he had no energy to think about such distant matters; whether he could solve his current trouble was a problem in itself.

Chengqie walked directly into the room and saw Shoumin lying there with a livid face; Shoumin also had a long face, looking extremely miserable.

Chengqie stepped forward and lifted the clothing on Shoumin's buttocks, seeing two gashes that were still continuously oozing blood, and then he put the clothing back down; the breeze stirred up made Shoumin's face twitch again from the pain.