This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 49 - 45: Strange Tribe

In the open space in front of the Vine Tribe, the giant eagle lowered its body as much as possible, then dropped one of its wings like a slanted staircase, allowing the elderly man on its back to descend smoothly.

The mysterious old man seemed very aged, and his movements were extremely slow as he came down from the back of the giant eagle.

After the old man stood on the ground, the giant eagle retracted its wings, its sharp eyes gazing arrogantly at the Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain.

It didn’t even spare a glance at the members of the Vine Tribe.

Clearly, it was very confident, or perhaps powerful enough that the people of the Vine Tribe appeared to it no different than ordinary insects.

The old man, however, seemed quite amiable. He looked around at the Vine Tribe’s surroundings, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The vast fields clearly were manually cultivated, and they were better than any he had ever seen in any tribe.

The ponds with many fish, the wide roads, the well-built bamboo houses, and the robust members of the Vine Tribe all amazed him greatly.

This astonishment was not lesser than what the Divine Vine had brought him.

If this were a large tribe, it would be understandable, but it was a tribe as small as any he had ever seen.

He felt an extremely odd sensation from this tribe, even speculating if it was a branch of some large tribe in the Southern Wilderness.

The old man pondered for a long time without finding an answer, eventually having to give up guessing.

Jiang Xuan and the others hid inside the bamboo house, gripping their weapons, watching the old man and the giant eagle beside him warily.

If they detected any signs of aggression from the old man or the giant eagle, they would immediately dive into the tunnels to head to Stone Mountain, seeking the protection of the Ancient Vine.

Even the Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain, at some point, had its surface covered in a layer of green light, with a slender branch floating up, emitting a faint green glow, gently swaying in the air.

The old man straightened the feather crown on his head, adjusted his beast hide clothing, and facing the Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain, said loudly, "Divine Vine, I am merely a dying man and mean no harm to your tribe."

This Divine Vine was, after all, the totem god of the tribe, terrifyingly powerful, at least not someone he or his giant eagle could handle, which the old man knew well.

The Divine Vine seemed to understand his words, and the slender branch gradually drooped back down, with the green light on its body slowly fading away.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and called out to the people in the bamboo house, "Come out, don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Inside the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan had clearly heard the old man’s words just now. He pondered them carefully, then opened the door.

After all, this was the Vine Tribe. As long as the old man was wary of the Divine Vine, he probably wouldn’t dare make a move.

Moreover, from the old man’s attire, it was clear his status was out of the ordinary and he likely wouldn’t care about the possessions of the Vine Tribe.

"We can’t go out!" Chi Shao grabbed him, her expression tense.

Jiang Xuan reassured her, "This old man doesn’t seem to be here to cause trouble. Besides, the Vine God is right behind us. It’ll be fine."

"Then I’ll go with you."

Chi Shao gripped her stone spear, following Jiang Xuan out the door of the bamboo house, her expression tense.

"We’ll go too."

Gou Teng, Shi Qiu, and Nan Xing fearlessly grabbed their weapons and followed them out.

The old man looked approvingly at the five, who were young yet displayed courage and unity.

Jiang Xuan did not approach the old man; after all, the giant eagle was too intimidating, so he chose to stand at a relatively safe distance.

The old man looked at Jiang Xuan standing at the forefront and asked, "Young man, what tribe is this? I want to meet your tribe’s witch."

Jiang Xuan replied, "This is the Vine Tribe, newly established, and there is no witch."

"No witch?"

The old man looked at Jiang Xuan in astonishment, attempting to discern whether he was lying, then glanced again at the Ancient Vine on Stone Mountain, which remained unresponsive.

"Then I wish to see your tribe’s leader."

Jiang Xuan, unfazed, replied, "I am the leader of the Vine Tribe."

"You’re the leader?"

The old man was dumbfounded, suspecting again that the young man might be deceiving him.

The old man looked skeptically at the four people behind Jiang Xuan.

Chi Shao furrowed her brow slightly, "We have no need to deceive you. Xuan is indeed the leader of the Vine Tribe!"

The three young men nodded in agreement, displeased by the old man’s skeptical gaze.

After experiencing so much, they had long admired Jiang Xuan deeply, unable to tolerate others questioning his role as the leader.

Seeing the four’s reaction, the old man finally believed that Jiang Xuan truly was the leader of this small tribe.

Such few people, a youthful leader, yet they possessed a powerful totem god, and the tribespeople weren’t emaciated from hunger, their attire and belongings appeared decent, and they even cultivated crops.

This small tribe was truly peculiar.

The old man’s curiosity about the Vine Tribe was intensely piqued, eager to uncover the mystery behind this little tribe.

The old man said to Jiang Xuan, "Leader, I would like to stay in your tribe for a while, if possible?"

To avoid being refused, the old man added, "Rest assured, I won’t stay for free. The giant eagle will hunt daily, and apart from what we consume, the rest of the prey can be given to the Vine Tribe."

Food was the most crucial thing for tribesmen, as most tribes frequently faced hunger.

Meat was particularly cherished by them.

The old man believed that with the offer of prey, Jiang Xuan would certainly not refuse.

Moreover, given the size of the giant eagle, anyone with sense would realize that its catches would likely be large prey—prime meat.

However, Jiang Xuan did not immediately agree. When he heard about "gifting prey," his expression showed little change, calm unlike that of a young person, or even a tribesperson.

Jiang Xuan asked, "Old Sir, we’ll discuss your stay later. May I ask, where are you from, and where are you headed?"

The old man answered candidly, "I come from the distant Eastern Wilderness, wanting to travel around before I die, with no specific destination."

"The Eastern Wilderness?"

Jiang Xuan was taken aback. He recognized the name—it was from some legendary stories in his predecessor’s memory.

It is said that the Primordial World had four vast wildernesses: Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern Wilderness.

Even the Southern Wilderness alone was vast beyond measure, and the tribespeople’s knowledge leaned toward insularity; many even thought the other three wildernesses were mere legends and that the Southern Wilderness constituted the entire world.

Jiang Xuan couldn’t figure out how far the four wildernesses were from one another, but one thing was clear: a lone person riding a giant eagle from the Eastern to the Southern Wilderness could not be ordinary.

Jiang Xuan’s gaze at the old man became complex, for he couldn’t determine whether the old man was speaking truth or not.

Not to mention the distant Eastern Wilderness, even the Southern Wilderness, Jiang Xuan only knew about the small area he had lived in, knowing nothing about other regions.

However, there was one thing he was certain of.

That the old man’s identity was definitely extraordinary, and he probably came here by chance, unlikely to do any harm to the people of the Vine Tribe.

In other words, besides some planting techniques, the Vine Tribe currently had nothing particularly valuable to attract attention.

Even the pottery cauldron was not unique to the Vine Tribe—some large tribes also crafted pottery cauldrons for cooking.

These were very ancient, traditional cookware.

As for whether the mysterious old man had any designs on the Divine Vine, Jiang Xuan was unsure.

To put it bluntly, given the Vine Tribe’s current strength, even if someone had intentions, they couldn’t stop them; they would have to rely on the Divine Vine to handle it themselves.

Furthermore, Jiang Xuan was very curious to learn about the outside world; this old man represented a good opportunity.

After thinking through these points, Jiang Xuan’s tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Jiang Xuan eased his tone, saying, "Since you are a guest from the distant Eastern Wilderness, the Vine Tribe cannot turn you away."

"Old Sir may temporarily stay in the Vine Tribe, but it will be necessary to build a new bamboo house on the open space outside, as the giant eagle is too large and difficult to accommodate here."

The old man had no objections to this: "Anywhere will do; the leader can make the arrangements."

Jiang Xuan nodded, then immediately sought help in constructing a simple bamboo house on the open land at the tribe’s outskirts for the old man to temporarily reside.