Chapter 238: Losing Father

When they were watering the wheat, the rice was watered at the same time. By the time the wheat had begun to turn yellow, the rice had also begun to head. Now that the bamboo irrigation channels were all set up, Baifeng was not quite as worried.

At this time in the Jiuli, Baoxi and Xuanyuan, who were of the same age, had both already become Tribal Chiefs and had begun to campaign in all directions. Chiyou was still a rebellious youth, and his father was still robust, showing not the slightest sign of aging.

The iron-eating beast he had adopted was already very large in physique; carrying Chiyou was absolutely no problem at all. Do not be fooled by the fact that the iron-eating beast was always eating bamboo; fundamentally, it was still a bear, and whether in strength or physique, it belonged to the top tier among bears.

Chiyou, who usually liked to ride the iron-eating beast everywhere, could now only huddle in his cave because he had no choice. This torrential rain had been falling for far, far too long. Just as it cleared for a few days and the water on the ground had not yet dried, the next torrential rain would begin.

Because his cave was at a high elevation, there was not much standing water, but most of the tribespeople lived in shacks or even earthen pits. It rained heavily outside and poured inside, or else it was just mud. During this period, many tribespeople had already died because of the torrential rain, and there was not much food left either. Having not gone out to hunt for a long time, their stored grain was constantly being consumed.

Moreover, most of the tribespeople could not receive food because of the torrential rain, so they had been enduring hunger. His father was already incomparably anxious, but there was not the slightest way to help. They were too insignificant in this torrential rain; no matter how powerful a Soldier was, in a downpour like splashing water, even walking was difficult.

There was still grain in Chiyou's cave, so he did not have to worry about eating. The iron-eating beast had no bamboo to eat, so it could only eat Grass Seed like him. The iron-eating beast was no longer picky at this time, and the taste of the Grass Seed was not too bad either.

As for the matter of a beast eating human food, absolutely no one objected, even the Tribal Chief supported it, because the tribe having such a powerful iron-eating beast mount was a very fortunate thing. Furthermore, the iron-eating beast's strength was great enough that it was an extremely powerful aid in war.

According to previous years, it should indeed have been the rainy season at this time, and there would often be heavy downpours, but it was truly rare for it to rain non-stop like this. They had no way to cope with it.

The Tribal Chief was anxious, and the tribespeople were also anxious. Although Chiyou knew the situation was already very severe, because his father was still above him, as well as his invincible subordinates bearing the burden, his heart was not overly worried. Even if this tribe would sooner or later be his, and he would have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting and developing the entire tribe in the future, but wasn't that still a long way off? Let his father die first before talking about that. He currently felt that as long as his father was there, it was fine; he did not yet have such a craving for power.

Near evening, the rain eased slightly, and a bright light appeared in the south, indicating that the rain was about to stop. The Tribal Chief could no longer restrain himself; he took a few of his subordinates and was about to leave the cave to go down the mountain to check on the tribespeople. They had not eaten anything for too long, and having been soaked in the rain the whole time, it must have been uncomfortable.

Chiyou vaguely felt that something was wrong, feeling in his heart that danger was about to occur, but he did not know where the danger was. The rain was about to stop, and furthermore, his father was the most powerful Soldier in the entire tribe, and those he took with him were the Soldiers second only to him in the entire tribe. No matter what the danger was, they would certainly be able to handle it. If even they had no way, then he would be powerless as well.

Chiyou held the soft iron-eating beast and watched his father and the others walk out of the cave and into the curtain of rain. In a short while, their figures could no longer be seen.

The rain had already slowly become smaller, and the sky was also becoming brighter and brighter. Clearly the rain was about to stop, but Chiyou's heart became increasingly uneasy. He could not sit still, so he stood up and poked his head out to look. The rain quickly soaked his hair thoroughly, so he had no choice but to return to the cave, pacing anxiously.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside, and then Chiyou felt a tremor beneath his feet. A lot of dust fell from the cave ceiling above his head, and the iron-eating beast also gave a start, instantly standing up.

The unease in Chiyou's heart reached its peak. He felt that something must have happened, so he disregarded the falling rain and began to walk outside. The iron-eating beast also followed him out.

The rain soaked Chiyou's hair, sticking it to his face and preventing him from seeing anything. He brushed his hair back, but the rain also blurred his eyes, so he could only grope his way forward.

The rain became smaller and smaller, and his field of vision became clearer and clearer. A strong wind blew, completely scattering the dark clouds. After the rain fell a few last drops, it disappeared, and the sun appeared after a long absence.

The wind brought not only the smell of dampness and mold, but also a heavy, earthy scent. When Chiyou turned his gaze toward the direction his father had gone, the scene before his eyes shocked him incomparably.

The original hillside was gone. Right not far from him, it was directly like a cliff; half the mountain had disappeared without a trace, and the valley in the distance had turned into a flat Sichuan.

Chiyou did not know what had happened, but he could also understand that the tremor and sound that had just occurred were absolutely related to the scene before him. However, the things he was familiar with were gone, and what replaced them was this unfamiliar scene before his eyes.

He suddenly remembered something and began to run crazily toward that place. He did not shout or cry. For one, his father had taught him that a true Soldier would not shed tears; furthermore, he believed that his father was absolutely fine.

Along the way, the puddles and slippery grass did not stop him. Even when he reached that broken place and saw the cliff several people high, he jumped down without hesitation. Below was wet, soft mud, and he was not injured.

The iron-eating beast saw the height and did not jump down, but after testing it a few times, it was hesitant. However, Chiyou did not wait for it, but struggled forward in the mud on his own.

The iron-eating beast finally discovered a lower place in the distance, so it went around and also jumped down, subsequently walking in the direction of Chiyou.

Chiyou discovered that the scenery on this flat Sichuan was actually very familiar to him. Whether it was those giant rocks or the large trees that had already tilted, every single thing was incomparably familiar. But these had previously been on the hillside; now they had become flat ground. Why?

He searched incessantly, but did not see his tribespeople, nor did he find his father. It was as if they had all vanished into thin air. He finally knew why he had been uneasy.

Chiyou, knowing that it was impossible for his father to return, still could not hold back and looked up to wail loudly. However, after howling for only a few notes, he remembered his father's exhortations and forced himself to stop the sound, but his tears could not be controlled and continued to flow.