Chapter 920: Observing Cloud Qi

Chiyou said he wanted the Yushi Tribe to come along as well, and Feilian would have absolutely no objection to that; however, the Yushi Tribe was currently quite far away from him, and going over to notify them and then persuading them was not something that could be accomplished in a short amount of time.

As for Chisongzi, Feilian felt that getting him to leave the Shennong Clan and go to survive in the Jiuli would likely not be a problem, because his current situation was much the same as his own.

No, it was different now; his own situation was currently worse, because the Tribal Alliance had brought such massive reinforcements, and Feilian felt that he had completely lost any chance of victory, so if he wanted to preserve his tribe, he could only flee now and go to the Jiuli.

But leaving the Shennong Clan was not that simple; he could not just run off like that, as he still had to bring his tribespeople back, and he also had to send someone to persuade the Yushi Tribe.

Yet the only path for the Tribal Alliance to go to the Jiuli lay within the territory of the Tribal Alliance; a small number of envoys crossing the vast territory would almost never be discovered, but with him leading tens of thousands of people, was there any possibility of not being discovered?

Therefore, how to get across was now also a problem, unless he went to negotiate with the Tribal Alliance himself, made concessions, and gave up all his territory, only requiring them to let him leave.

And to make them trust him, the envoy sent by Chiyou was also a necessary First Ring; if he could go along, the possibility of successfully negotiating would be higher.

Xuanyuan was already impatient; for him, time was limited, and he did not want to waste time waiting. Judging by the current situation, even if the Huaxia did not come, he could easily take down the Fengbo Tribe opposite him, so he should not look for opportunities, but should take the initiative to attack.

War is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice and divination. Xuanyuan could choose to perform human sacrifice; the Tribal Alliance had enough Slaves in their hands, and he could use their flesh, blood, and souls to sacrifice to the gods and ancestors to bless him so that he could successfully achieve victory in the war.

As for divination, there was a descendant of the Fuxi Clan here, and he had also said that this was precisely his specialty, so Xuanyuan naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

For Xuanyuan, the war was about to begin in the next few days. He summoned Fenghou and ordered him: "Fenghou, I am about to begin the war against the Fengbo Tribe. I need you to perform divination to see if we can be victorious and if anything will happen."

Fenghou nodded slightly to Xuanyuan, then looked at the sky where the Fengbo Tribe was located and sighed: "Tribal Chief, you have already performed the sacrifice, and the cloud Qi of the Fengbo Tribe has already scattered. Before, it was a black mass, a sign that they were bound to lose, but now, it is a state where we can be victorious without war."

Xuanyuan was greatly shocked; how could it be such a situation? He looked in the direction Fenghou pointed and only saw some thin, scattered clouds above the Fengbo Tribe; there was nothing particularly special.

"Then our cloud Qi is in a state of certain victory?"

Fenghou made a large circle with his finger and pointed behind them: "Look, Tribal Chief, our cloud Qi is yellow and purple, with brilliant sunlight; this is the state of certain victory."

But such a result was too inconceivable, and furthermore, this so-called observing cloud Qi was a divination method he had never heard of, so Xuanyuan was extremely puzzled, especially the phrase "victory without war"—what did that mean?

Fenghou took an ox scapula and threw it into the bonfire. After waiting for a period of time, Fenghou took the bone out of the fire, then knelt respectfully to the side and began to interpret it.

"Tribal Chief, if you want to know why victory can be achieved so easily, you need to obtain a more accurate answer through this kind of divination."

Fenghou touched the markings on the bone and then said in surprise: "Tribal Chief, they are going to leave this place!"

"Leave? Where are they going! Where can they go?" Xuanyuan was even more puzzled, but he did not doubt the result of Fenghou's divination, because for such a special result, once a mistake was made, it could not be smoothed over in any way, so he still trusted Fenghou very much. Just the fact that he was a descendant of Fuxi was enough to make all the tribes in the world believe him, just like if you met someone who claimed to be a descendant of Zhuge the Marquis and was also surnamed Zhuge, would you not think he was truly exceptionally intelligent?

"Tribal Chief, you will know soon, because they will come to find you first."

Fenghou carefully wiped the still-hot ox bone clean, then held it up and handed it to Xuanyuan. Long-term labor had made the calluses on their hands very thick, so they could not feel any heat at all. If it were Baifeng, he definitely would not be able to stand it, because even Xuanyuan would personally till the land, while Baifeng would just go through the motions during the spring plowing every year and was too lazy to do it, letting Yulong go to strike the spring ox.

"Good, Fenghou, I believe in your divination. I will wait for them to come find me."

The increasingly panicked Feilian truly decided to make a trip to the Tribal Alliance. He would use the territory of his entire tribe as the price to exchange for the Tribal Alliance to clear a path for him; no war, no deaths, and everyone could achieve their goals—was that not good?

What he feared was that the people of that unknown tribe would rather use war to plunder things other than territory, because many times, territory was not that attractive.

"Pengtu, I have decided to go to the Tribal Alliance to negotiate now. Can you come with me? Your status as an envoy of the Jiuli will make them more convinced."

In order to allow the Fengbo Tribe to successfully reach the Jiuli, Pengtu, as an envoy, also decided to help Feilian with all his might. It was just going to negotiate, so what danger could there be? Thus, he immediately agreed.

Afterwards, Feilian took a dozen people and a deer that had just been captured, and swaggered toward the Tribal Alliance, not hiding his tracks in the slightest.

When the Soldiers of the Tribal Alliance saw them, they immediately surrounded them. They had originally wanted to capture them as prisoners to exchange for rewards, but they did not expect to hear them say: "I am the Tribal Chief of the Fengbo Tribe, Feilian, and I have come to negotiate with your Tribal Chief."

Pengtu also added from the side: "I am the envoy of the Jiuli, Pengtu, and I am with him."

Two people with such great backgrounds directly terrified this group of Soldiers who were hunting. Not only did they not dare to make a move, but they also had to carefully lead them to see their Tribal Chief.

Feilian had nothing to say to them; he would only state his purpose after seeing the Tribal Chiefs of the Tribal Alliance.

As they got closer and closer to the camp, Feilian also saw many Soldiers who could tell at a glance did not belong to the Tribal Alliance, especially their strange clothing, while Pengtu felt it was extremely familiar, and two words popped into his mind—Xuanyuan.