This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 262 - 169: Blood Totem Pattern

Chapter 262: Chapter 169: Blood Totem Pattern

After the death of the Mantis God, the giant mantises, along with the people of the Mantis Tribe, did not escape their fate.

After slaughtering the people inside the tribe, the Vine Tribe stayed put and killed off the hunting teams as they returned, one by one.

At present, the Vine Tribe had no need for captives. Moreover, this battle was meant to establish a notorious reputation, leaving no survivors at all.

The entire Mantis Tribe territory was filled with a strong stench of blood.

"Boom..."

On one hand, the Divine Vine wrapped itself around the already dead Mantis God, slowly absorbing divine power, and on the other hand, it rooted itself in the sea of corpses and blood, extracting the essence of flesh and blood.

The Divine Vine became even more enigmatic; no one knew the full extent of its strength.

While other warriors continued to stand guard, Jiang Xuan had already begun to gather loot with his people.

The first thing was to collect various foods.

Although the Vine Tribe had a bountiful harvest this year, the surge in population kept the pressure on food resources high. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

The Mantis Tribe had pillaged widely to accumulate a vast amount of food for the winter.

Now, all this food became a boon for the Vine Tribe.

Next in line were the warm beast hides.

The Vine Tribe’s beast hide clothing had large shortages, so besides the Mantis Tribe’s stock, even the beast hide clothing worn by the Mantis Tribe warriors was stripped off.

These beast hide clothes, once brought back to the Vine Tribe, could be cleaned and re-tanned, and then distributed to the captives to keep warm.

Next were the Mantis Tribe’s precious collections of beast bones, beast teeth, herbs, stones, and other items, all packed and moved back.

As for the stone basins, stone pots, stone bowls, and worn-out pottery left by the Mantis Tribe, Jiang Xuan didn’t want a single piece.

The Vine Tribe’s pottery-making craftsmanship was already quite mature, so these shoddy items were not even worth Jiang Xuan’s attention and would be left for someone destined to find them.

"Hmm? Salt?"

When Jiang Xuan searched the house where the Mantis Tribe’s witch lived, he found a jar of salt.

However, the salt was not pure white; it had some other colors and was clumped together, of poor quality.

No one knew where the Mantis Tribe got it, but Jiang Xuan was well aware this kind of salt, consumed over time, could cause health issues.

Of course, for the tribesmen, having something to eat was already a blessing; the quality was something only considered after they were full.

"Bring it back for refinement."

Jiang Xuan poured the salt into a beast hide bag for easier transport.

As for the broken jar, Jiang Xuan casually threw it aside without a second glance.

Chi Shao was more interested in the beast skin scrolls left by the Mantis Tribe’s witch.

In these beast skin scrolls, the history of the Mantis Tribe, the witch’s experiences, and matters regarding the West Wilderness Tribe were recorded in Witch Script.

In the eyes of ordinary tribesmen, these scrolls were worthless, but for Chi Shao, they were treasures.

The warriors of the Vine Tribe stayed here for a full day and night, besides gathering loot, they were killing the Mantis Tribe’s warriors returning from hunting.

By noon the next day, apart from a few who escaped, most of the Mantis Tribe had gone to join their god.

The Divine Vine also sucked the Mantis God dry, leaving only an empty shell.

"Boom..."

The Divine Vine discarded the empty shell, withdrawing its roots from the Mantis Tribe’s residence.

This time, annihilating the Mantis Tribe, the Divine Vine gained enormous benefits, absorbing a huge amount of nutrients.

Perhaps, given time, it might break through again, with power comparable to the Great Tribe Totem God.

The Divine Vine floated in the sky once more, its vast divine power making all nearby creatures restless.

The loot had been fully loaded, and it was time to prepare to return.

However, before returning, Jiang Xuan planned to leave something for the nearby tribes.

"Boom..."

Jiang Xuan carried a relatively flat, giant stone from nearby and erected it in the center of the Mantis Tribe.

Then, Chi Shao used fresh blood to draw a Vine Tribe totem pattern on the giant stone and inscribed words in Witch Script: Those who offend the Vine Tribe, though distant, will be punished!

"Hiss!"

The Divine Vine added a strand of divine power to the giant stone.

The blood-red totem pattern seemed to come alive, gently twisting on the stone.

With this divine power’s blessing, the blood-red totem pattern, including the Witch Script, could remain unchanged for a long time.

The warriors of the Vine Tribe piled the corpses drained by the Divine Vine into a mountain behind the giant stone.

After finishing all this, the Vine Tribe finally began their journey back.

"Set off!"

"Yiy!"

Jiang Xuan rode on Tang Yuan, carrying part of the spoils, soared into the sky, and flew first toward the Vine Tribe.

As for the Black Wind Rhinoceros Crescent, it carried a large quantity of spoils, walking along with other Black Wind Rhinoceroses also laden with spoils.

With the Divine Vine accompanying them, no beast or warriors from other tribes dared to provoke them along the way.

Three days later, the Vine Tribe warriors returned triumphantly, and under the control of the Divine Vine, the vine high wall’s gate opened once again.

"Finally back!"

Jiang Xuan rode Tang Yuan, flying in a circle over the Vine Tribe before landing in his courtyard.

"Rumble..."

The Divine Vine returned to its original position, rooted in the ground, winding around Stone Mountain.

The giant dragonflies enthusiastically flew a few laps around Stone Mountain, then settled back onto the massive vine.

Vine Tribe warriors filed in through the north gate of the vine high wall, and the entire Vine Tribe became lively once more.

The Old Witch, who had stayed in the tribe carving the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map, walked out of the house. Seeing the Vine Tribe return with a large amount of spoils, he knew they had won again.

"If this development continues, it won’t take long before the Vine Tribe becomes a medium-sized tribe."

The Old Witch was deeply moved; such rapid development was astonishing.

Most importantly, the Vine Tribe was not blindly expanding. Every aspect developed relatively balanced, with a foundation even more solid than other tribes.

This was the most shocking and somewhat frightening aspect for the Old Witch.

He used to think that a tribe reaching the level of a large tribe was the pinnacle of achievement.

But now, after witnessing the growth of the Vine Tribe, he suddenly felt that perhaps a large tribe was not the end for the Vine Tribe.

As for what the Vine Tribe might ultimately become, constrained by his knowledge, he could no longer imagine.

"Ah, getting old, can’t see through it anymore..."

The Old Witch shook his head and returned to the house to continue carving the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map.

After Jiang Xuan returned, the first thing he did was lead a group of warriors to cross the river and check on the prisoners.

A thousand eight hundred or so prisoners had been left unsupervised for seven or eight days; no one knew what might have happened.

However, when he walked into the second settlement, he found the situation much better than he expected.

The prisoners not only hadn’t escaped, but under the leadership of the eighteen small leaders Jiang Xuan had previously selected, they continued to reclaim the land.

He summoned a small leader to inquire about the situation.

The small leader said, "In the first two days, some people tried to escape, but we killed them."

"Later, I discussed with the other leaders that so many people couldn’t just idle around; idleness would lead to problems, so we led everyone to continue clearing the land."

"As long as they’re exhausted every day, plus with adequate food, no one causes trouble."

Jiang Xuan was surprised by this small leader’s performance; this guy had a knack for leadership!

"What’s your name?"

"Leader, my name is Bai Shu."

"You’ve done well, and the rewards I promised will be given to you tonight."

"Thank you, Leader."

Bai Shu was very happy because, according to Jiang Xuan’s previous promise, he and the other small leaders each would receive a separate wooden house and a small jar of salt.

A wooden house and a small jar of salt were significant wealth for tribal people.

And Jiang Xuan also remembered Bai Shu’s name, thinking that this guy was talented and might be useful.

...

Meanwhile, news of the Mantis Tribe’s destruction quickly reached nearby tribes.

When they led people to the Mantis Tribe, hoping to pick up some leftovers, they saw the bloody totem pattern on the giant stone and the corpse mountain behind it.

The terrifying scene chilled the warriors of these small tribes, making them remember the totem pattern on the giant stone. In the future, when encountering warriors with this totem pattern, they would try to avoid them or be courteous if avoidance wasn’t possible.

Then, they cautiously went to scavenge.

"Hey, there’s a pottery jar here!"

A small tribe warrior picked up a broken pottery jar, almost jumping for joy.

This thing was trivial for the Vine Tribe but a treasure for other small tribes.

Soon, others found stone bowls, stone basins, and other worn pottery; the warriors of several small tribes went crazy, even fighting over the loot.