Chapter 904: The Legend of Xingtian

Led by the envoys, Qibo walked all the way toward the place where the Shennong Clan resided. Aside from the increasingly humid climate, the temperature was also rising, and the number of various mosquitoes, insects, snakes, and ants was increasing as well.

Although there were many large wild beasts, their group was large enough to handle them; however, the crocodiles that suddenly emerged from the water and the marshes they had no way to deal with could take the lives of these people at any moment.

Before they had even reached the Shennong Clan, two Soldiers had already died. One was ambushed by a crocodile in a marsh; although he attacked in time, the Soldier's leg was torn apart and he bled too severely. Even with Qibo right by his side, there was nothing to be done, and given their current situation, there was simply no way to move forward while carrying a severely wounded person.

There was another who died inexplicably. Along the way, everyone was bitten by insects from time to time, and no one knew exactly which insects were poisonous. The number of snakes here was also terrifying, and they were all highly venomous, so someone had to go in front with a stick to beat the Grass, startling the snakes hiding inside so they could dodge them early.

The envoy said that this kind of road would soon come to an end; as long as they reached the side of the Dahe, they could follow the Dahe all the way downstream, and then they could directly arrive at their Tribal Alliance.

It was just that because the Dahe made a large bend on the way, it was completely off the road to the Xuanyuan Tribe, so they did not dare to be certain if they could reach the Xuanyuan Tribe by following the Dahe, which was why they were taking such a detour.

The envoy felt that Qibo must be a knowledgeable Sage, so he asked, "Is the Dahe of the Xuanyuan Tribe the same one as the Dahe of our Shennong Clan? We have never walked the whole way, so we do not know about this matter."

Qibo also had a grave expression. He had never thought about this matter, but he felt that someone should know.

"I have not walked along the Dahe, so I am not very clear about it either. I only know where the small streams I am familiar with flow. If you want to know about this, I guess there might be two people who know."

The envoy was also very curious: "Oh, elder, who are they? Are they people from your Xuanyuan Tribe?"

Qibo shook his head: "They are not from our Xuanyuan Tribe. One is the Zhishou of Kongtong Mountain. He has walked across this entire land. I think he should know where this Dahe flows from and where it flows to, and whether the Dahe in our territories is the same one; he would know that too."

"There is another person, and that is the leader of Huaxia, Baifeng. He is not very old, but he seems to know everything and has been everywhere. Even if you asked him how many stars are in the Heaven, he could probably tell you a number that is close."

The envoy was shocked: "Is there really such a person in the world?"

Qibo also did not hide his emotion: "In this world, it looks like there are not many people, but when added up, there are quite a lot. A tribe can always produce one or two very capable people. They seem to be able to do everything and understand a little bit of everything. Just like our Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, he is such a person, but as for how this Dahe flows and where it flows to, he is not willing to consider such things."

The envoy seemed to have remembered something and hurriedly said: "Right, right, that is exactly it. Although the Tribal Chief of the Shennong Clan does not have much ability and has a very bad temper, a very capable person appeared in their tribe, called Xingtian."

"He can sing poems and is especially formidable in battle. He has a tall stature and can charge and kill a hundred people by himself. He is just like a god from Heaven, especially terrifying."

Qibo believed this was definitely an exaggeration. No matter how powerful a person was, it was impossible for one person to defeat a hundred people. Even someone with the physique and stature of Tribal Chief Xuanyuan, wearing the best armor of Huaxia and holding the best Weapon of Huaxia, would definitely not be able to defeat a hundred people; defeating ten was already unlikely, unless they were people holding wooden sticks who could not even get enough to eat.

But the problem was that the name Xingtian had already spread to the Xuanyuan Tribe long ago, and now hearing a person from the Shennong Clan say this name in person still made him somewhat shocked. At the very least, he could be certain that this Xingtian was definitely not an ordinary person.

Qibo did not refute his exaggerated statement but asked kindly: "Then have you seen Xingtian? What should the real Xingtian be like? Is he really as powerful as you say?"

The envoy, who still wanted to continue describing him, immediately lost his spirit. He said somewhat timidly: "I have not seen him. Xingtian is on Changyang Mountain, and our tribe is very far from Changyang Mountain. If it were not for the fact that we are at war with them, we would have no chance to see him."

"But everyone in our tribe says so: anyone who has seen Xingtian has died. He kills everyone he sees."

"Good, good. If Xingtian is truly that powerful, I really would like to see him. I want to see if he can still hold a Weapon to kill people after his head is cut off from his neck."

After Qibo said such bold words, the envoy had no desire to continue expressing himself. If he were still a tribesman of the Shennong Clan, then Xingtian would be their pride, but their tribe had already completely started a war with the Shennong Clan. Although they could still say they were people of the Shennong Clan, in a true sense, they were already enemies with the Shennong Clan. They themselves could not even figure out what their situation was.

They had a sense of belonging and affection for the Shennong Clan, but their own tribe wanted to exploit them until they could no longer survive, so what could be done about that?

Therefore, they could only use their status as a tribe of the Shennong Clan to fight against the Shennong Clan. Although it was contradictory, it was a last resort. The entire Shennong Clan had already become like this.

And the Tribal Alliance that sent these envoys was still struggling to resist the attacks of the Shennong Clan. Perhaps because a Winter had passed and the Shennong Clan did not have much food and supplies, the number of people coming to attack them this year was already very small.

Usually, there were only one or two thousand people harassing the borders of their territory, and they often just disappeared. They had captured some prisoners to ask for the reason, but the answers left them not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Because the Shennong Clan simply did not give them enough food and Weapons, they had to go out to find food after fighting for a few days, and only after they were replenished could they continue.

Moreover, they themselves did not want to fight, but if they could not win this year, they would definitely have no good end after returning, so they themselves did not know what to do.