Chapter 802: Swaggering Through the Market

Xiong naturally could not know about such things, but he did not want to know, nor did he want to understand; it was just a mountain, and there was no need to spend too much thought on it, for his main energy still had to be placed on the people below the mountain.

After everyone had eaten and rested well at noon, they set off with great fanfare; Xiong believed that one had to project their momentum from the very beginning, letting all the tribes participating in the gathering feel that Huaxia was currently the most powerful tribe, for only in this way could Huaxia manage the order of the entire gathering and lay a good foundation for Huaxia's future development.

Once they had completely rounded the mountain they were currently on, they finally saw traces of other humans; although they did not see people, the path was quite obvious, just as beasts have beast paths, many tribes had likely passed through that direction, naturally trampling out a sufficiently clear "human path."

Now, continuing down this path would lead to the location of the gathering, and the further down they went, the more they could gradually hear human voices, which sounded quite lively.

When they passed the corner of the She Shan stone cliff, they immediately felt countless gazes, and everywhere Huaxia could see, there were wild people setting up stalls.

The cluttered tents and the slightly crowded crowd clearly told them that this was the new location for the Golden Autumn Gathering.

The vanguard riding tall horses frightened those wild people quite a bit; some even picked up their Spears and stood up from the ground, ready to attack, but seeing that there were actually people sitting on the horses' backs, they did not know what to do for a moment.

But the shock was yet to come; more cattle than they could count appeared before their eyes in a line, with a human sitting on each of them as well, and some cattle backs were carrying things; this was a scene that did not look like it belonged to this era at all.

The wild people on both sides of the road quickly packed up their goods and cleared a path, fearing that these strange people might harm them.

Seeing some people holding Weapons, the Cavalry acting as the vanguard immediately drew their Knives; the sound of the Knives leaving their sheaths and the reflected cold light made the humans who saw it feel terrified, wanting only to leave quickly.

The land here was relatively flat and seemed to have been cleared, as there were no overly large stones to be seen, and some trees or Grass that should have been there were now gone.

The trees had likely been cut down, whether used as firewood or to build their temporary Battalion, but in any case, the path for Huaxia was now unobstructed, with a few horses leading the way in front, the horses wearing bridles and snorting from time to time.

Many of the wild people here had seen horses, but they had only seen wild horses, and perhaps there were those lucky enough to have caught wild horses, but for the vast majority, it was their first time seeing horses up close.

Everywhere the Cavalry passed, everyone consciously stepped aside, and the massive cattle team behind made those wild people retreat even further; now, any wild person with a normal brain had sensed the power of this tribe, otherwise, which tribe could have so many livestock—not to mention the ability to domesticate them, but how could they not eat them and instead use them for riding?

Looking at their attire, the exquisite clothes were not only well-fitted, but some people also had a layer of material of unknown origin worn over their clothes, looking like the shell of something, which must be very hard.

Everyone carried something that looked like a Weapon, but they could not even recognize the material, because it did not look like wood, and it certainly could not be stone, but it was not an axe, a halberd, nor a Spear; it was just like a flat, long stick.

Some people suddenly seemed to remember something, mainly because the cattle left a deep impression on them; they tried hard to recall, and finally, combining this with the special hair of these people, a flash of inspiration struck: "It's Huaxia!"

Others who had not yet remembered hurriedly asked: "What Huaxia?"

Those who remembered said vividly: "They must be people from the Huaxia Tribe; I remember they also came a few winters and summers ago, back when it was still at the Jiangshui Tribe; they traded many good things back then, including a Weapon called an Iron Knife, which I heard is harder and better than gold."

"By the way, there was also Wine; it is said that if you drink it, you can see the gods; I even smelled it, but I didn't expect them to come again."

After knowing who had arrived, their vigilance eased a little; the busybodies, regardless of whether they were from the same tribe or not, gathered together to discuss happily, some guessing where Huaxia was from, some guessing what good things they had brought, but more were saying: "Will they fight with the White Velvet Tribe?"

The White Velvet Tribe wanted to control this gathering, but everyone was unconvinced by them; although relatively speaking, the White Velvet Tribe was now the most powerful tribe, any few tribes here added together would be enough to oppose them, and there were several tribes that were only slightly smaller than the White Velvet Tribe, and they were the ones who were the most unconvinced.

However, competing with the White Velvet Tribe would not yield any obvious benefits and might even cause greater harm to their own tribes, so no one bothered with the White Velvet Tribe; they did not listen to the White Velvet Tribe, but they did not compete or fight with them either, as this gathering only lasted for such a short time.

In the past, the Jiangshui Tribe collected fees, but that was because the Jiangshui Tribe organized it and provided the venue and protection, and nothing had ever gone wrong; but what was the White Velvet Tribe? This was not their territory, and they were not the initiators; this was organized spontaneously by everyone, and no one needed the protection of the White Velvet Tribe's pathetic Soldiers, nor did they need them to maintain order; as long as everyone followed the old rules, how could there be any problems?

The White Velvet Tribe did not dare to trouble the larger tribes, and the small tribes were unwilling to pay fees to the White Velvet Tribe—it was not that they were afraid, they just felt they should not invite unnecessary trouble; if the people of the White Velvet Tribe wanted to come and put on an act, let them act, as long as their own interests were not damaged.

The people of Huaxia truly swaggered through the market, and only stopped after seeing the largest open space; although a few small tribes had already settled there, this was the most suitable camping ground Huaxia could find for now.

Seeing Huaxia coming straight towards them, the few tribes that had set up camp and stalls there felt a great sense of foreboding; the few of them added together did not seem to be a match for the others, but the gathering valued first-come, first-served, and they had already occupied this place; even if Huaxia was powerful, they had to follow the rules and could not drive them away, so they could only bite the bullet and stand their ground, with no intention of moving.