Chapter 826: The Death of the Blue Flower Tribe Chief
The quiver that Shu Pi had tossed aside flipped in midair, and five or six arrows slipped out, scattering across the ground.
Such a noise naturally drew the attention of the Blue Flower Tribe chief.
However, she did not think much of it, because her focus was entirely on the bow in her hands and Shu Pi, who held an arrow.
She assud that Shu Pi had taken out an arrow to teach her how to use the tool.
She did not consider anything else; in her understanding, Shu Pi was not particularly clever, and the only plausible action was that he would show her how to use the arrow.
Yet, in the next mont, what happened completely exceeded the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s expectations.
Just as a smile of excitent appeared on her face while waiting for Shu Pi to teach her how to use the tool, Shu Pi suddenly swung the hand holding the arrow down toward her.
The Blue Flower Tribe chief had no ti to react, and a piercing pain shot from her chest through her entire body.
Her body trembled violently from the sudden pain; she managed only a sharp cry of agony before falling silent.
All expression disappeared from her wide-open eyes, and she made no further struggle.
Even in death, her hands still clutched Shu Pi’s bow tightly.
The event happened so suddenly, and the turn of events was so drastic, that the Blue Flower Tribe chief had no warning at all.
There was no ti for her to react; before she could even understand what was happening, she was dead.
Shu Pi’s action this ti was a perfect execution of precision, steadiness, and ruthlessness.
“Huff… huff…”
Looking at the Blue Flower Tribe chief lying motionless on the grass with an arrow in her chest, Shu Pi panted heavily.
A wave of relief and satisfaction surged through him, but alongside it ca a sense of panic.
Earlier, he had been too hurried and had forgotten to cover the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s mouth, allowing her to scream as she died.
He needed to figure out how to handle this quickly; otherwise, soone would arrive soon.
Sweat ran down his forehead as he thought frantically.
Just monts ago, he had been caught up in the excitent of successfully killing the Blue Flower Tribe chief and had forgotten about the aftermath.
Shu Pi cautiously peeked out from the dry grass, expecting pursuers to arrive quickly after hearing the scream, but none appeared.
Aside from a few scattered tribe mbers glancing around uncertainly, everything seed calm and unchanged.
Although he did not know why, this observation gave Shu Pi a small sense of relief, giving him ti and space to think about his next move.
After a brief hesitation, Shu Pi moved quickly. He bent down, picked up the quiver he had tossed aside, and returned the scattered arrows inside.
He had thrown the quiver aside earlier because, although the Blue Flower Tribe chief was a woman, she was very strong, and he feared that if she survived, she might draw arrows from it to attack him.
With the quiver tidied, Shu Pi crouched near the Blue Flower Tribe chief and reached for his bow, planning to sneak away quietly.
Although he knew it was perilous and could cost him his life, he decided to try, relying on the luck that had allowed him to survive once before.
Shu Pi could not imdiately grab the bow because the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s hands were gripping it too tightly.
Even in death, her hands had not loosened their grip.
She had wanted the tool desperately.
Shu Pi placed the bow down, then forcibly pried the chief’s hand open.
After much effort, he managed to pry open one hand, then paused briefly.
He took the quiver from his waist and threw it to the ground, spilling the arrows.
He picked one up, snapped it, then another, and after taking a deep breath, he drove an arrow into his own lower leg.
The pain shot through him, forcing a scream from his throat.
“$%#4!…”
After the sharp cry, Shu Pi began to yell in panic, struggling to his feet and dragging his arrow-stabbed leg through the dry grass as he crawled and rolled toward the Black Stone Tribe’s cave.
The Black Stone Tribe chief, half-asleep, had heard the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s dying scream, but he made no move.
He rely glanced toward the source of the sound with a knowing smile and returned to his dozing.
As soone experienced in tribal life from birth, he had witnessed countless such events and had grown accustod to them. Sounds like this was hardly surprising.
The other tribe mbers thought similarly, so the chief’s dying scream initially drew no attention.
However, this calm was short-lived.
Hearing Shu Pi’s terrified screams and seeing him crawling through the grass, the Black Stone Tribe chief suddenly snapped awake.
“@#￥E!”
He leapt to his feet, grabbed a weapon planted in the ground, and shouted to his people, then ran toward the stumbling Shu Pi with fury.
He was angry because he had heard sothing unforgivable: the Blue Flower Tribe chief had tried to seize Shu Pi’s weapon while no one was watching.
Shu Pi was now a fully loyal mber of their tribe, and taking his weapon was equivalent to stealing from the entire tribe. As the chief, he could not tolerate this.
Although furious, he was also slightly excited. Since conquering Shu Pi’s forr tribe last spring, no other tribe had dared challenge them for a year.
Now, a bold challenge had appeared, and the chief was eager to act.
The sudden event shattered the calm of the area.
Hearing Shu Pi’s cries and the chief’s shouts, the rest of the Black Stone Tribe sprang into action.
So quickly pinned Blue Flower Tribe mbers to the ground; others rushed to assist the chief.
“ERT#$?”
The chief, moving fastest, reached Shu Pi, grabbed him, and demanded an explanation.
Shu Pi, pale and sweating, began to speak, his voice trembling as he recounted the Blue Flower Tribe chief’s treachery: how she had tried to seize his bow while he was weak, how they struggled, and how arrows flew in the scuffle.
He described being stabbed in the leg and how he had desperately fought back before fleeing for help.
His body shook with genuine fear, making his account all the more believable.
The chief examined the scattered and broken arrows, then approached the dead Blue Flower Tribe chief. Her hands still gripped the bow. He pried her fingers open with great effort, confirming her attempt to steal the weapon.
Even in death, she had gripped the bow tightly.
“#￥45!”
Furious, the Black Stone Tribe chief struck the dead chief’s face repeatedly with his weapon, twisting her head.
At the sa ti, other tribe mbers shouted as they saw Blue Flower Tribe people fleeing in terror.
They understood that their chief intended punishnt and knew their leader was in danger. Panic spread, and soon all began to flee, fearing death if they lagged behind.
Only Shu Pi remained, injured and trembling, while the Blue Flower Tribe chief lay dead, staring at the sky.
“Huff!”
After waiting for the Black Stone Tribe to run off, Shu Pi exhaled deeply, his leg giving out as he collapsed onto the grass.
He looked at the motionless Blue Flower Tribe chief and smiled—a pale, eerie smile.
Not everyone was as fortunate or resilient. So escaped, so were killed, and those pressed to the ground trembled with fear, confessing everything under threat of death.
Shu Pi, hearing their confessions, was amazed.
He had acted on instinct, improvising a plan to conceal himself, yet the Blue Flower Tribe chief had truly intended to harm him.
No wonder the events had gone smoothly; she had planned against him even as he planned against her.
This realization delighted Shu Pi.
He was not a transmigrator, nor had he seen stories of protagonists with halos, or he might have doubted his luck.
“#￥5W!”
The Black Stone Tribe chief approached Shu Pi, patting his head and praising him.
Any mber who dared plot against the tribe and seize weapons, injuring others, could not be spared. Shu Pi’s actions—protecting the tribe’s weapon, fighting despite injury, and defeating the Blue Flower Tribe chief—earned the chief’s full approval.
After this, Shu Pi was entirely accepted by the Black Stone Tribe, no longer at the bottom.
Other mbers ca forward, patting Shu Pi and recounting past lessons taught to the Blue Flower Tribe.
Primitive people acted decisively, especially a dominant tribe like the Black Stone Tribe, responding swiftly to challenges.
The next morning, the Black Stone Tribe chief, ard with his usual weapon, led half the tribe to attack the Blue Flower Tribe.
Shu Pi, half-reclining on animal skins with the arrow removed from his leg, watched their advance with a pale face and a smile.
The events had gone far beyond his expectations. Killing the Blue Flower Tribe chief had not only preserved him but also fully integrated him into the tribe.
The misfortune had not only fallen on the chief but on the entire Blue Flower Tribe.
Shu Pi’s heart swelled with joy, and even the pain in his leg seed negligible.
Those who had escaped the Black Stone Tribe the previous day would not remain lucky.
Though it was early spring and slightly warr than winter, the temperature was still low.
On the way to the Blue Flower Tribe, the Black Stone Tribe chief and his people found two corpses: one relatively intact, the other mutilated by beasts.
The discovery filled the Black Stone Tribe chief and his people with satisfaction.
The Blue Flower Tribe, waiting for their chief to return with valuable tools to improve life, now faced the Black Stone Tribe’s wrath.
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