Chapter 14: Primitive People Do Not Know How to Lie

Chi saw that the tribe's main force had already arrived, so he trotted over to the Tribal Chief to report the situation along the way, but the Tribal Chief did not listen to what Chi said, simply picking up a whip and lashing Chi.

Baifeng could see that this Tribal Chief relied on brute force to rule the entire tribe, and Baifeng only remembered that he seemed to be called Xiong, a warrior with super-strong combat power; as for anything else, he remembered nothing.

After finishing with Chi, the Tribal Chief turned his head to look at Baifeng, and after looking him up and down, said: "I remember your name is Feng, right? Since you didn't die, why didn't you return to the tribe? Are you trying to defect?"

Baifeng had not expected that the first time he met the Tribal Chief, he would be branded with this charge, and after hearing the Tribal Chief say this, a group of burly men beside the Tribal Chief took up positions, waiting for an opportunity to act, intending to kill the traitor Baifeng at any moment and cut off his head to intimidate everyone.

Baifeng's mind naturally turned very quickly; at this time, things like lies had probably not even been invented yet, so it was very simple for Baifeng to deceive these savages.

Baifeng was not afraid in the slightest, and said to the Tribal Chief: "Xiong, do not use your overbearing ways on me. When I was captured and killed by the Cannibal Tribe, it was the gods who saved me, gave me fire and a Weapon, and gave me food and land. Now, the gods are protecting me; what right do you have to speak to me like this?"

Before the Tribal Chief could speak, the shaman wearing the feather crown anxiously asked Baifeng first: "You met the gods? Which god was it? The Wind God, the Rain God, or the Sun God?"

The shaman did not have the slightest doubt about Baifeng's words, but was asking Baifeng very eagerly. In fact, Baifeng was not exactly lying; after all, he was indeed thrown here by a god, but whether it was a punishment or a favor, that was unknown.

Baifeng looked at the anxious shaman, then pointed to Heaven, and then pointed to Earth, saying: "The one who favors me is Heaven and Earth."

The shaman was very confused, trying his best to recall which god "Heaven and Earth" was, while Xiong was even more anxious than the shaman; one must know that in the primitive era, people felt that the favor and will of the gods were more important than anything else.

Baifeng felt that it would be better to just create a god; since Huangdi had Fengbo and Yushi under his command, why couldn't he himself have some connection with the gods?

Thus, Baifeng put on an extremely pious expression, pointed to Heaven and said: "Heaven is my father; regardless of the Rain God, the Wind God, or the Sun God, they are all under the command of Heaven." He then pointed to the Earth and said: "Earth is my mother; the Water God and the Wood God are all under the command of Earth."

Baifeng then pointed to himself and said: "My previous body was eaten by the Cannibal Tribe, but my soul remained. My father, Heaven, provided rain, and my mother, Earth, provided soil and stone, to mold this new body for me."

"Therefore, the current me is Feng, but also not Feng."

Neither Xiong nor the shaman understood what Baifeng's last sentence meant, and Chi was even more foolishly unaware of what the current situation was. The other tribesmen heard what Baifeng said and also did not know what to do, so they all looked in unison at the Tribal Chief and the shaman.

When Xiong finally understood the meaning of what Baifeng had said earlier, he angrily questioned Baifeng: "Since Heaven and Earth are your parents, why did they send down white stones and heavy rain, and cause a great flood to destroy our home? That was your tribe too."

Baifeng pointed to himself and said: "Because I was eaten by the Cannibal Tribe, they were very angry, so they sent down natural disasters to punish all living things on this land."

Xiong pointed at Baifeng in a rage: "You were not eaten, you are still alive and well!"

Baifeng spread his hands and said: "That is why I said, I am Feng, but also not Feng. The current me is called Baifeng, Bai Clan, Feng!"

Upon hearing "Bai Clan," Xiong's attitude suddenly improved, and he asked: "You mean, you have a clan?"

Baifeng did not answer Xiong, but stood on high ground and shouted to all the tribesmen: "I, Baifeng, am the son of the gods. All of you can use the Bai Clan name. I can let you eat your fill and let you no longer fear wild beasts and Winter, but the premise is that you must listen to me. Are you willing?"

Out of more than four hundred people, fewer than one hundred shouted that they were willing, but when they saw that the people beside them were silently indifferent, they quietly lowered their excited bodies.

Xiong gritted his teeth and said: "You mean, you want to be the Tribal Chief?"

Baifeng said indifferently: "No, I want to be the King of the Bai Clan."

Xiong held his Stone Axe and moved his intimidating body closer to Baifeng: "What right do you have to make everyone listen to you with that skinny body of yours? You say your body was molded by rain and soil and stone, so can it withstand my axe and my fists?"

Baifeng naturally would not be scared by an ignorant savage; he stepped forward and said: "I can let everyone eat their fill and let everyone not fear the cold Winter. I can make the tribe the most powerful and wealthiest tribe on this land. Can you do that?"

Xiong had not expected that Baifeng would actually not be afraid of him; one must know that he used to be able to lash him at will with a whip. What Baifeng said, he could not do; in fact, many tribesmen would starve to death before Winter even arrived, but he also did not believe Baifeng could do it.

Baifeng looked down at Xiong from a superior position and said: "I can do it, because I am the son of the gods."

Baifeng stopped paying attention to Xiong and instead issued orders directly to the tribesmen, telling everyone to follow him; he would lead the tribe to his territory, where there was enough food.

Hearing the word "food," the savages, who had long been so hungry their eyes were turning green, did not care what their Tribal Chief's opinion was; they kept pushing forward from the back, driving the tribe to move forward.

Xiong was also squeezed along, and even his scolding was of no use; the temptation of food was far greater than the intimidation of the whip.

Baifeng would not let a powerful savage like Xiong become his enemy, so Baifeng walked to Xiong's side and said to him: "The Tribal Chief is still you; I will not take it, they will still listen to you."

Xiong looked at him in disbelief: "Didn't you say you wanted the tribesmen to listen to you? If you don't want to be the Tribal Chief, then what do you want to be?"

Baifeng patted Xiong's thick shoulder and pointed to the boundless Wasteland: "I will not be the Tribal Chief of a small tribe of a few hundred people; what I want to be is the King of this land."

Xiong did not understand again, but hearing that Baifeng would not take his position as Tribal Chief, he felt Baifeng was not so hateful and there was no need to hack him to death with an axe. He could only ask: "Then what is a King?"

Baifeng painted a primitive "big pie" for this primitive man. Baifeng vividly described to Xiong: "When I become the true King, you will no longer be the Tribal Chief of a small tribe of a few hundred people. Your tribe will have thousands, tens of thousands of people. You won't have to work, and tribesmen will bring you delicious meals, and there will be countless beauties for you to favor at any time."

Xiong had already been so dazzled by Baifeng's simple "big pie" that he couldn't find his way; he blankly imagined that wonderful life, then counted on his fingers a few times and asked: "Then... King, tens of thousands of people, how many is that?"

Seeing that Xiong was very receptive, Baifeng waved his arms wide to draw a circle, as if he were going to encompass a piece of the sky, and then said: "Tens of thousands of people is this many, as many as one hundred of your current tribes added together."

Xiong seemed to understand, and fell into a fantasy again. He did not doubt Baifeng's words, because primitive people do not know how to lie.