Chapter 272: The Boat with Wings

Baoxi led everyone to assemble and began heading back to their tribe. Baifeng could not tell exactly how much they had taken, only seeing their vast, countless number of Soldiers, which was truly terrifying.

The Slaves they had captured, namely the people of the Qiexin clan, were bound together, men and women alike, and were being driven forward brutally by the Soldiers. Baifeng found it hard to imagine what he would do if they had come to attack the Baifeng Tribe this time; he could only hold out until the logistics and patience of the Suiren clan were exhausted.

Now Baifeng had witnessed the strength of the Suiren clan and the foundation of a super-large tribe. Now it was also time to leave; if he delayed any longer, he would run into Baoxi.

Baoxi was not satisfied with the harvest this time because their losses were also great. Hundreds of Soldiers had died, which was basically the entire force of one of their Villages, not to mention those wounded Soldiers. The things they had snatched back were not many, so these Slaves would have to shoulder the responsibility of their tribe's labor. The Slaves captured by large tribes were usually in good physical condition and could be used for a long time, whereas those from small tribes would die shortly after being captured or become useless because they could not work.

Their marching speed was fast because for every extra day they lingered outside, the development and construction progress of their tribe would be delayed by one day. Moreover, all the Soldiers were eating the tribe's food rather than the food of their own Villages, so Baoxi kept urging everyone to hurry along.

Baifeng had not yet begun to move when Baoxi discovered him, because the Large Ship was truly conspicuous. Baoxi could not be bothered to greet Baifeng; he reckoned Baifeng had already watched this war. This time, the true strength of their Suiren clan had not been fully exerted, mainly because they had been interrupted by an accident; otherwise, if they had fought fiercely for a few days, their Suiren clan could have achieved a total victory.

Being too lazy to fight was one thing, but since he had seen him, Baoxi still intended to ask a question. They had not yet torn off the mask of civility, and besides, Baoxi intended to sell this group of Slaves to the Baifeng Tribe when the time was right to maximize his profits.

"Baifeng, didn't you say you were leaving? Why are you still here? Could it be you want to trade with someone? You have also seen that the gathering here no longer exists. It will not happen this summer, and it will not happen next summer either. If you want to come next summer, our Suiren clan can host it. How about it? Do you want to come? I certainly won't extort your goods like the Qiexin clan!"

Although the distance was great, Baifeng still heard Baoxi's resonant voice. These words, which sounded like mockery yet also like a shameless assertion of sovereignty, made Baifeng feel some disdain.

"Baoxi, you have truly mastered the art of the gathering. Last time it was under the banner of the Cannibal Tribe; what was it for this time? Could it be that because the Qiexin clan extorted your goods, you felt unhappy, so you mobilized so many Soldiers to attack them?

Besides, you have slaughtered all the tribes of the entire gathering. If you host a gathering next year, will anyone still be willing to come? In any case, I won't come. I fear that if I did come, the Baifeng Tribe would become the Suiren clan!"

Baoxi shouted across the Dahe: "You are truly cowardly!"

Baifeng retorted: "You are truly despicable!"

Baoxi did not know what "despicable" meant. Baifeng often came out with phrases he did not understand, but he was certain this one was not a compliment.

Forget it, he was too lazy to talk to him. Baifeng waved his hand, letting the Soldiers raise the sails to set off. Now he was no longer afraid of Baoxi seeing their sails. If it were Xuanyuan, he would probably be pondering how to study them after seeing them, but Baoxi's greatest likelihood was to snatch it back rather than build one himself.

"Baoxi, I will show you one last good thing: a Boat with wings!"

Originally, Baoxi felt that the verbal sparring was boring and intended to continue on his way, but he was drawn back by this sentence from Baifeng. A Boat with wings? Impossible. It was already quite something that he could build one that could swim in the water; could he really fly up to Heaven?

Baifeng had people pull up the anchor and told the people of the Zisheng Tribe to hold onto the wood tightly. The movement would be a bit loud when weighing anchor and raising the sails, and they might not be able to sit steadily.

Subsequently, in the astonished gazes of everyone from the Zisheng Tribe and the Suiren clan, a pair of huge "wings" truly rose slowly on the ship, making the already massive ship look even larger and more terrifying.

The people of the Zisheng Tribe all gripped the wood nervously. If it weren't for the strange words the Tribal Chief had just said, they would have been so scared they would have jumped into the water.

As for the Suiren clan's Soldiers, even from such a distance, they were frightened into crowding backward. Baoxi also felt a bit of fear; humans are always afraid of unknown, massive things, and those who possess power are no exception.

The sails were fully raised and then filled with wind. After a violent shake, the ship began to move forward. Baoxi watched as the ship really grew a pair of large wings, shocked to the point of being unable to say a word, his mouth hanging open involuntarily.

The people of the Zisheng Tribe were also too shocked to say anything, but their hands still gripped the wood tightly, and their legs were also tensed, for fear of accidentally being thrown off. They felt they had no way to fly up to Heaven.

Baifeng flashed a perfect smile at Baoxi from the deck and then waved his hand, meaning goodbye. However, Baoxi did not understand what this meant, thinking it was an imitation of his own threatening gesture.

The ship began to move forward with a sway, getting further and further away from the Suiren clan. Baoxi was very angry and could only let out a roar: "Baifeng!"

Perhaps Baoxi shouted something else afterward, or perhaps he shouted nothing at all; in any case, Baifeng did not hear it, nor did he see it.

Not until the Suiren clan was out of sight did Baifeng completely relax and go to the stern to check on the people of the Zisheng Tribe.

Everyone from the Zisheng Tribe was still gripping the wood tightly, because they did not know when this Large Ship would fly up. If it did fly up, would they be hoisted into the sky like fish caught by water birds? Just thinking about it was terrifying, although they also wanted to try it.

"How is it? Are you sitting steadily? This is the method I told you about, where you don't have to worry about how to make the ship swim."

Zisheng truly did not dare to let go of the wood with both hands, fearing the ship would fly up the next second.

"Tribal Chief... when will this ship fly up to Heaven? Can you tell us when it's about to fly? We are a little scared!"

"Fly? Fly what?"

Baifeng was also confused. There were ships that could fly—airships—but that had nothing to do with their ship. Moreover, he had never told anyone about airships, including his own two sons.

"Didn't you say this ship has wings? Doesn't having wings mean it's going to Heaven?"

Hahahahahaha

Everyone on the ship laughed wildly.