Chapter 192

The young warrior did not immediately bring Chinv to Baifeng; instead, he went himself first, found Baifeng, and told him the general situation to see whether Chinv should be brought over, as directly bringing her over recklessly would not be a good thing.

When Baifeng heard that someone actually knew the secret of the Suiren clan and wanted to use it to free himself from his slave status, he was rather surprised, after all, ordinary slaves had no way to access the Suiren clan's internal information, and unusual slaves had probably already been reincarnated.

But Baifeng was of course very willing to accept this; although he knew a little about the Suiren clan, it was not much, and having information was certainly good, after all, knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles, and it was merely a slave status—if her information was good enough, freeing her posed no problem.

Chinv did not mention the yellow powder in her arms, because although her tribe worshipped the fire god, the Baifeng tribe did not necessarily do so, and if she rashly said so, Baifeng might think it would anger their tribe's spirits, and at that time they might kill her as a sacrifice to atone to the spirits, which was not impossible, after all, she had heard of such things too many times, since every tribe worshipped different spirits.

So she had no choice but to first use the Suiren clan's information as a pretext to meet Baifeng, though this was not false, after all, she was very familiar with Wangzuo's affairs, and Wangzuo was now a core figure of the Suiren clan, so saying it was related to Suiren clan information was entirely unproblematic.

Chinv followed that warrior and saw Baifeng inspecting the field conditions on the ridge; she lay prostrate on the ground waiting for Baifeng to question her.

"Get up first, sit here and speak."

Baifeng was not used to the feeling of others prostrating at his feet to talk; it not only failed to give him a sense of lofty superiority, but instead made him feel disgusted, and occasionally accepting kneeling when unavoidable was enough—always doing so would only make him resentful.

Clearly they were all bare-bottomed running humans, now becoming kings and ancestors, yet it meant little; if he unified the human race and became king, then accepting kneeling would be about right, but now he was merely a village head.

Chinv did not feel overly panicked; she had once had a status, and when she heard Baifeng's words, she crawled up from the ground and then knelt sitting on the ground, as people of this era had no habit of sitting cross-legged, but all knelt sitting, and Baifeng just plopped down cross-legged on the field ridge, looking at this dark-skinned girl.

The moment he saw Chinv, Baifeng recalled when he had seen Sui in the market—just as thin and dark-skinned, with the same delicate appearance, which also fell within his aesthetic, including her figure not being that of a big butt and barrel waist, but rather thin with a hint of healthy wild beauty; if nourished, she would absolutely be an extremely beautiful beauty. Baifeng felt his heart stir again.

Baifeng no longer considered himself a gentleman; his greed for female beauty was the same as that of ancient emperors, wanting a harem of three thousand beauties, but only due to modern laws enforcing monogamy and his own financial limitations did he even find it burdensome to marry one wife.

Only now there were no such rules restricting him, and his subordinates all had several wives, but only because he did not want to settle, wanting to find a woman suited to his aesthetic, leading him to now have only Sui as his wife.

Baifeng said nothing more, but kept staring at Chinv, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became; he had never before discovered such a beautiful embryo among the slaves, and now he thought that even if Chinv could not produce information meeting his requirements, he was willing to free her from slavery to keep her company and make her one of his women.

The warrior beside him, seeing Baifeng's gaze, already knew seven or eight tenths of it in his heart; the tribal chief's aesthetic was like this—strangely, so many big-buttocked women were rejected in favor of this thin, weak woman who could not even do work; what was the tribal chief after?

Although after dressing up, Sui had briefly changed the tribe's aesthetic in a short time, the overall direction remained unchanged, merely making those women love dressing up more, and in their eyes Sui had only just escaped the label of ugly girl, but was still far from the beauty standard.

Baifeng did not voice his thoughts to Chinv, but first asked her: "Since you say you have news of the Suiren clan to tell me, then speak—what do you know about the Suiren clan? If satisfactory, I can free you from your slave status and make you a free person; if the information is important enough, I might even let you directly become a true clansman of our Baifeng tribe."

Chinv suppressed her inner excitement and tentatively asked: "Chief, do you know that the Suiren clan has a person named Wangzuo, who is now very important in the Suiren clan tribe, and what I know concerns this person named Wangzuo, which I believe would be of great use to you."

Baifeng chuckled: "This Wangzuo I naturally know of; even his entry into the Suiren clan was my recommendation to him, and I basically already know his affairs—do you still have anything about him that I don't know?"

"I don't know how he entered the Suiren clan or gained such high status, but he was actually just an ordinary clansman of our Jiangbenshi originally.

He somehow claimed to have received Heaven's favor, saying he would leave the tribe to become an immortal; we didn't stop him, knowing he was just a fraud with no real ability."

Baifeng found it interesting and continued asking: "You say Wangzuo is your……Jiangbenshi person, right? Then you should be very familiar with him; what was your status in your tribe before? Judging by your appearance, your status should not be low."

Chinv lowered her head somewhat desolately: "Jiangbenshi is my father, but only because Wangzuo brought the Suiren clan, my father was killed by them, so the Suiren clan is my enemy, Wangzuo even more so my enemy—I wish to smash his limbs with stones and throw him to the wolf pack to tear apart, only then could I vent my anger."

Originally he was a Han traitor and national traitor; Baifeng felt it was not strange even if Wangzuo were ground to ashes and scattered, but he did not know whether Baoxi was clear about this matter; if it were Baifeng, he would let him know his tribe had such people, and after using up their value, kick him to death.

"But is your information just this little? If it's only this little information, I think it still falls short of the standard for freeing you from your slave status."

Chinv could only bite her lip, and after thinking, she reached into her leather garment and pulled out those yellow powders.