Free Web NovelChapter 1419: Chapter 1258: Ancient Beast World 24
On the way to the farm, Yan Ming’s astonishment grew with each step; this Silver Tiger Tribe was truly different from any beastman tribe he had ever seen, and wealthier too.
Previously, he had been nursing his wounds, so he was unaware of the outside world. Now, as he ventured out, he realized that the beastmen of the Silver Tiger Tribe were unlike any others he had encountered.
The beastmen from his memory were all quite crude, yes, crude indeed. Their hair was always tangled, their beast hide skirts greasy enough to shine, and their body odor could be sensed from afar.
Even in a Super Tribe like the Flame Department, the beastmen were only slightly cleaner, but the beastmen of the Silver Tiger Tribe were all clean and tidy.
The hair of these beastmen was smooth, tied at the back with beast hide ropes, looking neat and clean. Their beast hides were clean too, without any grease. More importantly, these beastmen had no scent.
Moreover, though their words and actions were rough, they were not crude. Yan Ming felt clearly once again that these beastmen seemed less ordinary, more like they were meticulously cultivated by a Great Witch.
After walking in the tribe for quite a while, Yan Ming gradually noticed another difference between the Silver Tiger Tribe and other tribes, including the Flame Department.
It was the cleanliness and strength. None of the beastmen he saw along the way were weak; they were all very robust, their muscles showcasing a good diet, or else they wouldn’t be able to build such musculature.
Yan Ming couldn’t help but recall the elderly beastmen he had seen earlier. Though they were old, it was evident their bodies were not frail, clearly living well. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Even the little beastmen rolling and running across the ground were human-shaped and strong, beast-shaped and plump, with glossy fur—clearly well cared for and never starving.
All of this indicated that the Silver Tiger Tribe was prosperous, not lacking in food, which is why they were like this. In a tribe, the elderly and the children always get the worst food.
This doesn’t mean beastmen don’t respect the elderly or care for the young, but to survive, food priority must go to those who hunt, who face life-and-death struggles.
Only if they are strong and have enough energy can they bring back the game that sustains the tribe, paving the way for survival, which is about survival, not ethics.
Strength is skill, and cleanliness is a higher pursuit after achieving skill, creating a comfortable living space.
In places of concentrated beastman habitation, there would be waste, unpleasant odor is unavoidable when beastmen live together.
When basic living conditions are unmet, people have a tendency for neglect and indolence—being in the mire, what difference does a little more dirt make.
So in beastman tribes, particularly small ones, excrement is often seen everywhere, numb to its smell.
Yet, in the Silver Tiger Tribe, Yan Ming didn’t detect the smell of waste; the air was filled only with the fresh scent of foliage, devoid of any unpleasantness.
Yan Ming remembered seeing three or four square structures made of stone on his way, recalling how Ting Lan had taken him there for relief.
Ting Lan had told him that this place was called a toilet, specifically constructed for beastmen to relieve themselves.
The door of the toilet was covered with a grass curtain; when lowered, it indicated someone was inside, and no one should enter. When raised, it meant it was unoccupied, and anyone could enter at will.
Clearly, the absence of any unpleasant odor in the tribe could be attributed to these toilets. Yan Ming felt a sense of admiration; though a small step, it greatly improved living comfort.
Living amidst odors is truly miserable, especially since Yan Ming’s sense of smell was more acute than other beastmen, making him particularly sensitive to such stimuli.
During his time in the Flame Department, though the odor was much less, it was still unavoidable. So aside from hunting, Yan Ming rarely left his dwelling. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Because he simply couldn’t stand the ubiquitous odors, he particularly loathed the smell of waste.
With a sense of admiration, he walked further, suddenly hearing a commotion ahead, seemingly cheers and shouts.
Unable to resist, Yan Ming followed the sound to find a group of tall, muscular beastmen—obviously a Hunting Team—returning with a massive haul.
Such abundance of prey overshadowed what the Flame Department’s hunting team would bring back, leaving Yan Ming a bit astonished.
But what shocked Yan Ming most was that most of the prey was alive! This was the most unbelievable aspect—could the Silver Tiger Tribe’s beastmen be this powerful in battle?!
Yan Ming watched from a distance as the beastmen excitedly discussed which prey should be slaughtered immediately for meat, which should be taken to the farm to be kept alive for days, ensuring fresh, tasty meat.
Yan Ming remained at a distance and did not approach. Though he was from the Silver Tiger Tribe, and intended to return as a Great Witch, it was clear they didn’t need him.
There was already a more outstanding Great Witch here, indeed, a more outstanding one.
The Silver Tiger Tribe’s changes could only be achieved by a Great Witch, and for a tribe to live so well, the Great Witch must be exceptional and strong.
Though Yan Ming was proud of his talent as a Great Witch, being the Flame Department’s talented Great Witch, he felt this Great Witch might be even more outstanding than him.
Yan Ming knew Dou Yan wanted him to stay in the Silver Tiger Tribe, but he hesitated. The tribe no longer needed a Great Witch, and staying felt awkward, thus he instinctively distanced himself from the hunt distribution—a tribal activity only for insiders.
Leaving the hunting distribution area, Yan Ming continued on, soon reaching a large thorny wall, pausing as he recalled seeing this thorny wall during his escape, which he jumped into before fainting.
He remembered the faint impressions before losing consciousness, recalling a large patch of medicinal herbs, untouched by weeds, unnaturally orderly.
With a thought, Yan Ming activated his witch power, leaping onto the thorny wall, his eyes reflecting awe as he gazed at the boundless stretch of various medicinal herbs before him.
The herbs were neatly arranged in great numbers, evidently not wild but deliberately cultivated, though the concept of cultivation was yet undefined, Yan Ming instinctively sensed it.
