The Glory of the Tribe

Chapter 22

"The woman was brought into the tent, and all the core members of the tribe gathered around, not sparing any attention to her.

'Don’t be afraid, just come in!' The core figure of the tribe said warmly, even showing a good attitude toward the woman.

The woman was not too shy, walking closer to the fire and sitting down near the legs of the tribe leader.

'Are you here to report something to the chief?'

'Yes...'

'What is it?'

'...'

'Speak up.'

"‘No?!’ The voice of the tribe leader rose high, and the kind expression on his face disappeared as he opened his eyes. He looked around the room and turned to the woman beside him.

'Then... is the clan leader seriously injured?' The tribe leader asked again, sounding concerned.

'No, no, the clan leader isn’t injured.'

'Then what happened?' The tribe leader asked again.

'The clan leader was stabbed!'

'He was stabbed?!' The tribe leader stood up abruptly, his voice reaching a high pitch, as though hearing something terribly shocking. 'He didn’t consider such a brutal method? Could it be that a woman from the clan stabbed him? Is the clan leader injured from that?!'

‘Was it an assassination, or did a single person do it?’ The tribe leader asked as he stood up.

'One... one person...'

The woman, looking horrified, spoke again.

'Is the clan leader dead?' The tribe leader asked.

'Half a step ahead... half a step ahead?!'

Everyone in the room stood up in a hurry, asking, 'What?! What happened?!'

The tribe leader shouted sharply: 'Who’s telling the full story?!’"

'...'

'Then tell me, what happened in your tribe’s city?'

'There was... a murder... the tribe leader was stabbed.'

'Is the tribe leader still alive?'

'Yes, he is alive.'

'Then, is the wife dead?'

'No, she is not dead.'"

"The woman explained the situation she had witnessed in detail.

Hearing this, the tribe leader’s face darkened. He could no longer hold back and slapped the woman on the back of the head, causing her to fall to the ground.

'That girl is a real genius!' the tribe leader angrily said.

'He is so scared that he's already reached the point of going beyond the peak of his powers!'

'Fortunately, our tribe has already begun the war, if it’s delayed another ten years, the first warrior of the Black Wind Mountain would definitely be his!'

'He cannot stay!'

'Next month, I will personally kill him!'

Some laughed it off, and those who did not know Wei Hongli or the family’s background even commented carelessly.

He had no care for these remarks. He thought to himself, 'Even though they say that the family should keep it quiet, can’t they see the bigger picture?'

The news from Black Wind Mountain was unsettling. A young woman from a rival clan had arrived unexpectedly, assassinating the chief of their clan and causing turmoil.

‘No one can stop this,’ he thought, continuing his contemplation."

"‘Is it really like this? Are you confusing him?’ Meng Qinghong asked with a smile.

‘That’s not possible,’ Meng Qinghong replied, ‘I can't be the one who’s deliberately trying to mislead you.’

‘Oh, I see,’ Meng Qinghong laughed lightly. Her eyes were half-closed, and her gaze seemed to have a glint of something sinister. She seemed to hope for things to go in a particular direction.

Meng Qinghong reached out to grab his hand, and under the watchful gaze of Meng Qinghong’s god-like eyes, just like the previous night, she kissed his hand, and smiled, ‘This is what you wanted to do.’

‘Let’s discuss it.’ Meng Qinghong said, raising her hand and gently pushing it aside, ‘Go ahead.’

‘Small Ming?’ Meng Qinghong asked again.

‘Go.’

‘Yes.’

Meng Qinghong left and didn’t look back. Meng Qinghong stood still, her face expressionless, not knowing what to think. After a while, she muttered, ‘What should I do now?’"

"The auction is proceeding smoothly.

What no one expected was that the four major families in Snow City had no idea how the information was leaked, and many people from the clan quickly heard about it. As soon as the evening came, the news was already spreading, so it didn’t take long for the Wei family to hear it as well, and soon it was also passed on to the heads of other families.

Aside from a few who laughed it off, others were astonished, and many had no idea about the real situation, even mocking the family for their failure.

‘Does this mean it’s impossible?’ he wondered, shaking his head.

However, things were not as simple as it appeared."

"Even if Meng Qinghong is indeed a beauty from Black Wind Mountain, a woman, isn't she? Crazy?!

Meng Qinghong's opening price not only shocked others but even those who came with him were shocked by the price change. Along with his old mentor, they still couldn't escape the shock of it.

People could only agree that Meng Qinghong was indeed charming and had already reached the point of illness.

...

Four days later.

Meng Qinghong came to the large gate of the Meng tribe.

‘The young master is going out again alone, and doesn't allow anyone to follow him.’ Meng Qinghong, looking at Meng Qinghong's departure, sighed inwardly.

Many years ago, unexpectedly, one day, Meng Qinghong had the habit of going out alone, going out every half month, and ordering no one to follow him.

This was very strange, but Meng Qinghong didn't care, no one dared to speak.

Unlike other tribes, Meng Qinghong was the only son of the Meng tribe’s leader, and he alone carried the fate of the tribe. He was not only talented but also gifted in martial arts, which made him the object of admiration."

Meng Qinghong rode his horse, continuing his journey. He crossed the mountain valleys and came to a deep area where he stopped at a huge stone blocking the path, lighting a fire to keep warm.

He arrived at the cave entrance and passed through a long corridor, finally entering the inner chambers of the cave.

The cave was massive.

Around the stone walls were floating clouds and paintings on the walls, with columns carved with flowers. The wind seemed to come from this direction, proving that the cave had been around for over a thousand years.

Inside the main hall, a statue stood tall, an elegant jade sculpture of a woman who seemed very beautiful, her expression as if she were alive. Her eyes were closed in death, and she had a graceful demeanor, her golden hair tied up with a ribbon. The face was radiant and bright.

Meng Qinghong smiled and looked at the statue, and his gaze lingered on the face.

The statue was too lifelike; it seemed so real, and he was completely drawn in by it.

"‘What a strange person! I must thank you!’"