Chapter 185: Where Are There Any Gods

Xuanyuan's just-dispelled doubts surged back into his mind; he could no longer determine whether what Baifeng said was true or false. The appearance of Heavenly Worm Silk had somewhat broken Xuanyuan's composure. Was this Baifeng a person of the Shennong Clan or a person of Xiling?

"What kind of person are you, really? Why do you even have the Heavenly Worms of Xiling? Don't tell me you are also a person of Xiling!"

Xuanyuan was furious. No matter how steady he was, he was still just a child. These successive, unexplainable events occurring simultaneously dealt a heavy blow to his reasoning.

Only Baoxi stood to the side, feeling increasingly happy in his heart, even wanting to cheer Xuanyuan on; the more chaotic their two tribes became, the better.

"Xiling can be protected by the gods, so why couldn't the Baifeng tribe be? I have said, I am the son of the gods. I have seen everything that belongs to the gods. What is so strange about me possessing one or two items?"

Xuanyuan chuckled: "You say you have seen things used by the gods, then tell me what else there is. It wouldn't just be some cups used by the gods and the water they drink, would it? If that were the case, how would they be any different from us humans?"

Baifeng knew that Xuanyuan's imagination must be very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have created so many things from nothing. He was a giant, and later generations were merely standing on his shoulders to look into the distance. But now, this giant had not yet grown up, while Baifeng had already seen many things from a high vantage point.

"Do you know that the houses where the gods live reach into the clouds, higher than this tree? When they travel, they don't need to walk; they only need to sit inside an iron shell to climb mountains and cross rivers. To get from our tribe to here, it wouldn't even take half a day.

Not to mention a Large Ship that this river couldn't even contain, or things that can fly in the sky like birds. People can sit inside them to travel to distant places. No matter how far the place is, there is a way to arrive within a day. It is just as the saying goes: sitting on the ground, one travels eighty thousand miles a day; patrolling the sky, one gazes upon a thousand rivers."

The eyes of Xuanyuan and Baoxi began to glaze over; they had no way to imagine these things Baifeng spoke of.

"They can even go to the moon and to those stars. They can ascend to the nine heavens to pluck the moon, and descend to the five oceans to catch turtles. Even I have been to the heavens and seen what it looks like inside the clouds."

Baoxi asked eagerly: "What does the sky look like? I also really want to fly into the sky like a bird, but no matter how I wave my arms, I don't have the slightest feeling of being about to fly."

"The sky is nothing more than bluer. The clouds below are like cotton—er, this cotton is, er, like popcorn..."

Baifeng thought for a moment; there really wasn't anything they had seen to describe it with. In the end, he could only say it was a white, soft, fluffy mass.

"Entering the clouds, it is just a vast expanse of white where you can't see anything, just like being in a fog. If you want to see it, on a cloudy morning, you can climb to the highest mountain to look, and you will be able to see it."

The two of them silently noted this in their hearts, and at the same time, they both learned of two things they didn't know about, but which the Baifeng tribe might possess.

Xuanyuan was now also half-doubting, so he tentatively asked: "Do you still have a way to go to the heavens now?"

Baifeng certainly did not. There were some things that, even if he knew the principles, he couldn't build; otherwise, it would only lead to his own destruction.

"I have no way to go up, but I have a way to make some inanimate things go to the heavens, such as wood."

Baoxi said: "If you can make this piece of wood fly to the heavens, I will believe you are the son of the gods."

Xuanyuan, at his side, also nodded in agreement.

Baifeng shook his head with a bitter smile: "If a piece of wood this big could go to the heavens, then I would certainly be able to go to the heavens too. I can only make a part of this wood fly to the heavens."

The two of them said in unison: "Then you fly!"

"When we trade next time, I will let it fly for you to see, but not now. This is also my secret."

Except for the people of the Baifeng tribe who believed in their Tribal Chief, everyone else cast scornful looks, thinking it was just an excuse Baifeng found for the tall tales he had spun.

Xuanyuan and Baoxi did not believe Baifeng's words, but they also vaguely felt that Baifeng must have had some peculiar experiences, because the things he spoke of were simply too hard to believe. There was absolutely no such thing as something that could travel the world in a day; even riding an ox was only slightly faster than a person walking.

Baifeng was too lazy to keep up the lie; it seemed the more he spoke, the more outrageous it became. If this continued, they would definitely develop doubts and wariness toward the Baifeng tribe, which was not good for the future development of the Baifeng tribe. Baifeng's short-term strategy was: for small tribes, attack and incorporate them to expand his own power; for large tribes, prioritize trade and exchange, using information gaps and trade imbalances to weaken them economically while strengthening himself.

Baifeng pointed at that bundle of silk thread and said: "Actually, you don't need to view this kind of thing as too mysterious or precious. You call it a Heavenly Worm; I call it a silkworm. It is just silk spat out by a type of insect. How could it have any connection to the gods?"

"If you go and look for yourself, there are plenty of insects that spit silk. Don't spiders spit silk? Why don't you try weaving cloth with spider silk? When the time comes, you can call spiders 'Earth Worms' and it wouldn't matter."

What Baifeng said made so much sense that Xuanyuan was unable to refute it. "Then you mean, this Heavenly Worm is just something you caught in the wild?"

Baifeng spread his hands: "What else? Actually, there are some things you shouldn't overcomplicate. Didn't our ancestors taste things with their mouths to know which Grass Seed and wild fruits were edible and which were not? Perhaps someone threw mud into a fire and discovered that earth could be burned into Pottery. Isn't Bronze just something burned out by throwing stones into a fire?"

"If you try throwing other stones into a fire to burn them, might you obtain other things you haven't seen before? The people of Xiling merely discovered that the silk of one type of insect could be used to weave cloth and felt it was a treasure sent by the gods. How could the gods be so bored?"

Xuanyuan fell silent and stopped questioning Baifeng about the Silk. He also stopped asking about his relationship with Xiling. He was awakened by Baifeng's few words. After he returned, he would immediately burn other things in the fire to see if he could obtain any good things.

Seeing that Xuanyuan seemed to be thinking, Baifeng pointed to the river to give him a hint: "You could try burning sand, just like you burn Bronze and Pottery. You might obtain something that only the gods could use."

Xuanyuan raised an eyebrow and said nothing more; Baoxi also silently noted it in his heart.

Glass was of no consequence to the Baifeng tribe because its economic value was not that high. The market demand for this kind of thing was not large. For the Suiren clan, a single cup was actually enough.

Moreover, the development of Glass was also very time-consuming. Even if one found the Phylum, there was still a long way to go to make usable Glass products. But the Baifeng tribe had more uses for it besides making utensils.