Chapter 270: Fire and Rain

After finishing these miscellaneous tasks, Baoxi hurried to the base camp of the Qiexin clan to take a look. This time, because the Tribal Chief was watching, no one secretly hid things in their clothes, but stealing food was indeed a very common occurrence, because in the Suiren clan, ordinary tribespeople could rarely eat their fill; they just managed not to starve to death.

They only needed to pretend to be looking for something in a tent with food, and then keep stuffing food into their mouths; once they chewed it messily and could swallow it, that was enough, and then they would take something and walk out of the tent, so that no one could find evidence of them stealing food.

Because of the lack of food, they would not refuse anything, even raw meat or raw Grass Seed; once they found something edible, they would quickly stuff it into their mouths, and even if it was already rotten, it would not make them stop their hands or mouths. Some people even found a piece of salt full of impurities, but it didn't matter; they threw it into their mouths, and even if it was salty and bitter, making their facial features twist together, they couldn't bear to spit it out.

The sky had gradually darkened, and because the strong wind had shifted, the smoke blowing from the Qiexin side was very little, and the speed of the mountain fire advancing toward this side had slowed down a lot; it was just that the fire was burning toward the direction of the Suiren clan's camp, which made Baoxi feel a bit anxious.

He could only hope that the rain would fall quickly to bring this mountain fire under control; otherwise, they would have to leave ahead of schedule, and leaving early was a loss for them.

Baifeng was closely monitoring the direction of the mountain fire. He estimated that the Suiren clan had lifted a rock only to drop it on their own feet this time. Originally, if they had persisted for a few more days, they would certainly have been able to take down the Suiren clan, but they played a hand of fire that could not be controlled by humans, and hadn't they just trapped themselves in it?

He had originally said that this war would probably last a long time, but looking at it now, he estimated that the Suiren clan would have to leave tomorrow.

The Zisheng Tribe was still discussing, but Baifeng was not sure if they were actually discussing; it looked as if a group of people were just gathered there roasting and eating fish, and Baifeng could not go and ask, for if he asked, it would make the Baifeng Tribe look like they were very short of people.

Only by creating a phenomenon in the river basin where the conditions for entering the Baifeng Tribe were troublesome and the threshold was high, would those who came to join the Baifeng Tribe in the future have to be capable; tribes without ability could just wait to be slaves of the Suiren clan.

The rain began to fall with lightning speed, and all the people of the Suiren clan were soaked in the rain before they could avoid it, and the rainfall was extremely heavy, so heavy that one could not see clearly even a few meters away.

With such heavy rain, the mountain fire must have been brought under control, and it was time for the Suiren clan to retreat. Of course, they would not set off immediately, but would first take shelter from the rain; even though these tents had been dismantled until there were few good ones left, they could still provide some cover.

Baoxi thought that once the rain stopped, they would quickly transport the collected items down, and then find a safe place to set up camp and rest for a night before returning.

Once this rain fell, he estimated that Qiexin would probably return as well; they were forced away by the mountain fire, not driven away by them.

Everyone in the Qiexin clan was on the road with supplies, and Qiexin's heart was filled with infinite grief and regret; this was all because he had coveted the wealth brought by the gathering, which led to today's tragic state.

A sudden heavy rain soaked Qiexin to the bone; besides increasing his pain and the speed at which his tribespeople were traveling, it also sobered Qiexin up.

They were fleeing because they feared the mountain fire, and with this heavy rain, the mountain fire would likely be extinguished; in other words, they could completely stop fleeing.

Thinking of this, Qiexin really wanted to shout at Heaven, but as soon as he raised his head, the rain would pour into his nose; there was no way, the rain was simply too heavy.

It was already night, and they could not continue on their way, so they had to find a large tree one by one and hide underneath to avoid the rain, hoping to go home early tomorrow. Even after wandering for such a short time, Qiexin had already felt what it was like to lose one's home.

The rain was heavy, and the roar of mountain floods could be heard in the valley; this sound could not give anyone a sense of security, only a feeling of terror. Everyone was wet, and not a single person could escape it.

Baoxi was waiting for the rain to stop, Qiexin was waiting for the rain to stop, and Baifeng was likewise waiting for the rain to stop.

The rain was heavy and the wind was strong, and the Large Ship was rocking violently on the river. Although he could not be rained on, Baifeng had a feeling of seasickness, which made him very uncomfortable.

The Zisheng Tribe opposite was sitting motionless in the rain; perhaps they were already used to it, as they were in the water for a long time, and this bit of rain might not have any effect on them.

This was just Baifeng's conjecture; in fact, Zisheng had already gotten up and started looking for a place to take shelter from the rain, and they had all chosen a large tree.

This seemed to be a very common thing in this era: when it rained, one would hide under a tree.

It was just that with the thunder constantly rumbling in the sky and the lightning flashing non-stop, watching them take shelter from the rain under the trees made Baifeng feel very panicked.

Baifeng really wanted to call out to them to let them be careful, but there was no way; the distance was too far, and his voice could not be heard at all, so Baifeng could only hope that the lightning would not strike them.

The night rain came quickly and left quickly; it probably rained for about half an hour before it stopped. Looking at the mountain fire again, there was only a little smoke left, and no rising flames could be seen.

It was very late now, and Baifeng did not know what the situation of the Suiren clan was, and he was too lazy to wait all night; even if he waited, he estimated they would not do anything else, only rest.

Early the next morning, Baoxi had everyone quickly bring the packed items back to the camp. He was now prepared for the return journey and would not waste time here; there was nothing left here worth his attention.

Qiexin also set off on the road home immediately after dawn, though it was unknown what his thoughts would be when he saw the final state of things.

Baifeng got up, washed, and quietly waited for the arrival of the Suiren clan. Today, there was a 58 percent chance they would withdraw their troops, though this was just Baifeng's guess.

Not long after, it was just as Baifeng had expected; he saw the Soldiers of the Suiren clan transporting supplies in various postures, either carrying them on their backs or shoulders, rushing toward their own tribe at the fastest speed.