“You mean… you gave it to me? You were talking to me, weren’t you?”
Yang Yi bent down, meeting Goose King’s eyes. Just now, it hadn’t felt like an auditory hallucination, nor was it a matter of guessing its meaning from its movements. He had really heard something.
Goose King, however, ignored Yang Yi. It kicked the little white fluffball over, then turned its head and strutted off, looking every bit like it couldn’t be bothered to communicate.
“As expected of a divine envoy! This is the first time Goose King has tried to please someone like this. It must be a gift for you,” Fei Cao said with a face full of admiration.
“This little gosling hatched six or seven days ago. It’s smaller than the others. The other geese don’t like to be around it. Ever since it came here, Goose King has been protecting it. I guess Goose King is worried it’ll get bullied by the others, so it hopes the divine envoy will take it away.”
The little white fluffball, having been kicked twice in a row, rolled several times on the ground. The whole goose seemed a bit dazed. After getting up, it staggered in circles, looking exactly like a silly goose.
Yang Yi looked at the little white fluffball at his feet, torn between laughing and crying. Was Goose King really this irresponsible? Just throwing it at him like that? Couldn’t it at least ask for his opinion first?
He couldn’t tell whether this was a gift… or a way of dumping a problem.
“Do you think I should take you with me?” Yang Yi crouched down. Seeing the little white fluffball’s fuzzy appearance, he found it very cute and reached out to pick it up.
But just as his hand reached out, the previously bewildered little white goose suddenly perked up and gave his palm a sharp peck!
Yang Yi had no time to react. Fei Cao screamed beside him, thinking his hand was doomed—when, in an instant, a white blur pounced over. With a whoosh, the little white goose was kicked flying.
The whole thing happened in an instant, yet so much had occurred in that brief span.
Yang Yi’s palm had only been grazed, leaving a faint mark—painful, but without any bleeding.
If it hadn’t been for that big white blur kicking away the seemingly harmless little white goose just now, his palm might have ended up with a big hole in it!
Yang Yi felt like crying, but had no tears. What kind of twisted world was this, where even a tiny ball of fluff could have such lethal power?
“Divine envoy, are you alright?”
Fei Cao hurried over in alarm, while the nearby guards were full of remorse. They hadn’t noticed in time and had nearly let the divine envoy fall into danger.
“I’m fine, no need to worry.”
Goose King rushed to the little white goose’s side, honking sharply—obviously scolding it.
The little white goose was still a bit dizzy from the kick. In front of Goose King, it stayed obedient and silent, looking dazed yet compliant.
This time, Yang Yi was even more certain. He could understand what Goose King was saying!
The “speech” was simple, often lacking complete sentences, yet he could feel the meaning being conveyed.
It wasn’t like hearing a human speak a foreign language. It seemed more like understanding on the level of consciousness, probably because Goose King didn’t have a full language system.
Yang Yi guessed this must be the work of the mental translator gifted to him by the great god who brought him here.
He hadn’t expected this translator to be so powerful. It could even interpret animal speech! That was nothing short of amazing.
But thinking about it carefully, he realized that wasn’t quite right.
He had heard animal cries before and never experienced this effect, which was why he hadn’t noticed it earlier.
Could it be because Goose King was spiritually intelligent… and that was why he could understand it?
“Gwa-gaa—gwa-gaa—”
Goose King once again kicked the little white fluffball to Yang Yi’s feet.
“You’re saying you guarantee it won’t hurt me, as long as I treat it well?”
Yang Yi tried to communicate with Goose King.
“Gwa-gaa—gwa-gaa—”
Goose King nudged the fluffball with its head. The little one wobbled over to Yang Yi’s feet and, like a kitten, rubbed its head against his shoe.
Yang Yi crouched down again, this time daring to gently smooth the feathers on its body, brushing off the dirt it had picked up while rolling on the ground.
At first, the fluffball was wary, but under Goose King’s intimidation, it didn’t dare to act rashly.
Once it felt Yang Yi’s goodwill, it relaxed noticeably and began to enjoy the grooming. Its little head even nudged forward, looking just shy of rolling over to show its belly. Its expressions were vivid and full of personality.
Yang Yi didn’t know if Earth’s geese also enjoyed being petted like cats, but at least this one seemed to.
This time, when he reached out to pick up the fluffball, it didn’t snap at him. It obediently lay in his hands, its little bean-like eyes staring at him with curiosity.
“It’s yours. Gwa-gaa—gwa-gaa—”
Goose King took off again, still carrying itself with lofty pride.
But after what had just happened, Yang Yi felt it was really just cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have appeared so quickly. It was definitely secretly watching from the shadows.
It was hard to refuse such a gesture. Whether it was a gift or a burden, for the proud Goose King to willingly give it to him was something Yang Yi couldn’t turn down. Otherwise, this fellow might immediately turn hostile.
“Little one, would you like to come with me?”
Yang Yi asked with a smile, trying to appear as gentle as possible.
Man and goose locked eyes, the little white fluffball’s gaze full of blank confusion.
“Since you’re not against it, you’ll be following me from now on. How about I call you Little White? Little White, Little White.”
At that, the fluffball finally reacted, flapping its still-immature wings.
It honked once, flapped once—looking rather happy about it.
“Seems you’re a very clever goose, too.” Yang Yi could feel that, now that the little white fluffball was no longer dazed, it could respond to human speech.
Perhaps because it was still young, it was like a small child for now, unable to engage in deeper communication.
With taking Little White away came the responsibility of raising it.
Fortunately, Little White was easy to care for and didn’t cause Yang Yi much trouble.
But despite its small size, the little one had a big appetite, and like a puppy, it needed to be taken for walks every day. Otherwise, it would keep flapping and fussing, making it impossible for Yang Yi to do anything else.
It spent most of its time sticking to Yang Yi’s side, even standing guard while he used the bathroom. Before long, everyone in the tribe knew the divine envoy had a little white goose.
This little white goose was the divine envoy’s pet. It was absolutely off-limits to anyone with bad intentions.
In truth, anyone thinking of making trouble for it would find it no easy task. This little white goose might look tiny—small enough to crush with a single step—but it possessed astonishing combat power.
Not only could it run incredibly fast, its beak could even punch a hole into hardwood with a single peck—more impressive than a woodpecker.
The boy Mao, who used to stick to Yang Yi’s side most of the time, now spent less time there because he was helping Lan Jian with her work.
Still, whenever he had free time, he loved hanging around Yang Yi. When he learned that Yang Yi now had a goose following him, his curiosity was instantly piqued.
Although Mao now worked with Lan Jian and contributed a fair amount to the tribe, he was still a child. Unlike Lan Jian, he wasn’t steady and mature, and still had the mischievousness of youth.
One day, he teased Little White by deliberately snatching away the food Yang Yi had prepared for it, and ended up being chased all over the tribe.
Both goose and boy ran at top speed, and every so often, Little White would take off into the air just enough to jab Mao’s backside, making him yelp loudly.
Mao, though young, was known throughout the tribe for being fast, and his speed was still improving.
According to Hei Lie’s judgment, once Mao came of age, he would become a warrior—and one with a talent for speed at that.
To be showing such talent at his age meant his future strength would be anything but weak.
Children like Mao were rare in the entire tribe.
For Little White to keep pace with him was impressive enough.
What’s more, Little White’s combat ability was actually stronger than Mao’s. Though it was small and had less brute force, it was extremely agile.
In its bouts of chasing and sparring with Mao, it even learned how to fly.
Though it couldn’t fly very high, it could spring up like a flea, darting around to attack from every angle.
If Yang Yi hadn’t warned it not to hurt people, Mao’s body would have been pecked raw long ago.
“Little White, you’re really getting more and more amazing. I can barely outrun you now! If you were as big as Goose King, I definitely wouldn’t be able to beat you.”
Mao panted heavily, calling for a temporary truce with Little White.
Both boy and goose looked utterly bedraggled. Mao was covered in scratches, and Little White wasn’t in much better shape. Some spots on its body were bald, and it was completely filthy.
The two could be said to have gone from fighting to becoming close friends, forming a bond through battle. Whenever Mao had free time, he would come over to spar or race with Little White.
They were both speed-type fighters. Through their back-and-forth bouts, their strength had grown steadily.
Every time Yang Yi saw them in action, he couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
The fights were fierce. Though they held back somewhat, they didn’t go easy on each other either, and every match ended with both of them battered and bruised.
The price of growing stronger was steep, but fortunately, they healed quickly; otherwise, neither of them would have had any uninjured skin left.
“Gwa-gaa—gwa-gaa—”
Little White shook its head proudly, its call sounding strange—nothing like that of an ordinary goose.
“But seriously, are you ever going to grow bigger? Others who were your size are already that big now!” Mao made a circle in the air with his finger.
Little White, who had been resting while munching on tender greens, instantly puffed up all over, then lunged straight at Mao.
“Whoa! You’re cheating. We agreed it was a truce right now!”
The scene instantly descended into chaos, dust flying everywhere.
Yang Yi looked at the boy and the goose and couldn’t help but shake his head.
Ever since Little White had come to his side, things had grown livelier and livelier.
It wasn’t just Mao. Some warriors, finding it amusing, also came over to challenge Little White.
Little White was fiercely combative. Through these challenges, its improvement was visible to the naked eye. The only strange thing was that its size hardly grew at all, completely unlike other geese.
“Little one, you must be worn out today.”
After a PK match with Mao, Little White had claimed a resounding victory and strutted proudly over to Yang Yi.
The moment it reached Yang Yi’s hands, it collapsed into a limp puddle.
“Where did you learn that move from a cat?” Yang Yi said with a helpless smile, taking out the special feed prepared just for Little White and offering it to it.
Little White kept its body sprawled out, stretching its long neck to bury its head into the feed-filled container.
It fully embodied the homebody principle of “if I can avoid moving, I absolutely won’t”, looking nothing like the valiant fighter from moments ago.
This feed was all made by Yang Yi himself, and it was Little White’s favorite treat—given as a reward after each victory.
For some reason, Little White most preferred the things Yang Yi prepared by hand. If someone else made it, it was far less interesting.
Even though the recipe was exactly the same, and Yang Yi’s skills weren’t as professional as those in the breeding team, Little White was still more drawn to his version.
Aside from their first meeting—when it had nearly pecked him—Little White had always been friendly toward Yang Yi. Its trust in him was growing deeper and deeper.
Yang Yi, in turn, was becoming better at sensing what it wanted to express. Their communication grew more and more in sync with each day spent together.
Because Little White was so different, Yang Yi didn’t raise it like a goose at all. He raised it like a child.
Aside from its heaven-defying combat power and speed, Little White’s growth rate was similar to that of geese on Earth. That was something Yang Yi rather liked.
Watching the little one grow bit by bit was, in itself, a very interesting thing.
Once it grew up, he wouldn’t be able to hold it like this anymore.
The geese that had hatched alongside it would, on Earth, already be big enough to slaughter for food.
There was also another major difference between Little White and the others. Geese of this breed, at this size, were usually either pale yellow or light gray, not pure, snowy white all over, as they would be when fully grown.
Still, they were all fluffy and soft, looking tender and irresistibly cute.
Later, more goose eggs were hatched, but never again did one like Little White appear. Even Goose King was a one-of-a-kind existence.
Yang Yi felt a bit of regret over this, but then thought that if they raised too many spiritually intelligent poultry, they wouldn’t be able to bring themselves to eat them anyway.
Everything had its pros and cons.
After some time of preparation, Jiao picked an auspicious day to officially break ground for building houses.
This house-building was completely different from before. It was an extremely sacred event in the tribe. On that day, everyone was called back, including the pottery team from far away; every single person had to take part in the ritual.
The day carried extraordinary significance. Yang Yi decided to set it as a permanent anniversary.
During this period, with Jiao’s observations and using the waxing and waning of the moon, Yang Yi, Hei Lie, and Jiao created a lunar-based calendar to help everyone form a concept of time.
They set the days based on the phases of the moon. As for exactly how many days in each month and how many months in a year, they still needed further observation to finalize it.
The tribe’s groundbreaking day was marked as the first day of the third month. From then on, every year on this date, they would hold a large-scale ritual to celebrate the most meaningful day in the tribe’s history.
Let all future generations remember: from this day on, their tribe stepped into a new era.
This sacrificial ceremony was of unprecedented scale. However, following Yang Yi’s advice, while the ritual must exist, it must never be extravagant or wasteful.
The scale of the sacrifice should be reflected in the abundance of food and the strength of the people, not in some hollow, flashy matters that squander manpower and resources.
Everything used in the ritual must also serve a purpose in daily life.
On the day of the sacrifice, Yang Yi changed into brand-new clothes.
This outfit also carried extraordinary meaning. For it was not something Yang Yi had brought from Earth!
It was woven bit by bit from the wool here, twisted into thread!
Once Cai Yun received the wool and the books Yang Yi gave her, she began studying how to use a few sticks to weave beautiful clothes.
She was deft and skillful. Just one look was enough for her to understand how it should be done.
The first piece she knitted was a plain-stitch vest, very even in workmanship, and very warm to wear.
However, it lacked decorative patterns, appearing somewhat simple and ordinary. Yet for the natives, it could only be described as magical.
With just four small wooden sticks, one could actually create such beautiful clothing. This was truly astonishing!
By the time all the wool had been knitted, Cai Yun had already learned many patterns. She could even add small designs to the details of the garments.
Meanwhile, Yang Yi discovered someone in the tribe with a natural talent for bonding with animals. He assigned him to Jing, in hopes that he could help soothe those long-haired sheep.
At the beginning, things did not go smoothly. The little girl with the gift for animals was only better at approaching them and more precisely knowing what they needed. She could not truly communicate with them directly.
Animals were naturally wary of humans, and the long-haired sheep were no exception. They did not trust the little girl.
But the little girl was in no hurry. She often appeared near the sheep’s territory, mixing the fine salt Yang Yi gave her into the fodder, leaving it there before walking away.
The sheep could not resist such a temptation. After several times back and forth, the little girl gradually became familiar with some of the long-haired sheep.
As the weather grew hotter, the thick wool became a heavy burden for them.
During the day, they could only hide in the shade, waiting for their fur to fall off naturally.
But since their territory was mostly grassland, this became a real source of trouble for them.
At that point, the little girl took out a knife. While soothing the sheep, she sheared the wool off the one that was closest to her and the gentlest among them.
Once there was a first, there came a second. More and more long-haired sheep came to seek out the little girl, hoping she would shear off their wool as well.
Gradually, they even accepted being shorn by others, too. By now, a great deal of wool had already been collected. Yang Yi even specially selected some people to take charge of handling the wool, twisting it into thread, and weaving it.
By the time winter arrived, everyone would have warm woolen clothes.
This kind of wool was extremely warm. At night, just a thin layer was enough to keep out the cold. For some fiery, vigorous warriors, it even felt a bit hot.
Yang Yi’s clothes were specially made for him—woven bit by bit from the softest, finest wool, twisted into extremely delicate threads.
The fabric was delicate, refined, and soft, styled into a cross-collared, wide-sleeved long robe. Though it lacked the light, flowing elegance of silk, it gave Yang Yi a gentler and cleaner air.
Since childhood, Yang Yi’s looks had always been outstanding—not the kind of dazzlingly handsome that drew all eyes, but a youthful clarity and purity.
Even though he had already graduated from university, because he had little contact with the outside world and never needed to cater to others for survival, he lacked the smoothness and greasiness of worldly polish.
Before, Yang Yi had always worn outdoor clothes convenient for movement. Now that he had put on such a robe, his entire appearance became completely different.
Hei Lie’s eyes lit up, and he praised sincerely: “Dear Divine Envoy, today you are especially radiant.”
“I don’t know where Cai Yun got this style from.” Yang Yi felt both amused and helpless. Wearing such an outfit made him look even more like a mystic priest.
As a homebody, what he liked most were comfortable and practical clothes.
This sort of attire, which at a glance was clearly unsuitable for work, was something he would never wear on ordinary days.
But on a special occasion, and since it was a heartfelt gift from someone else, of course, he wouldn’t be tactless enough to refuse it.
“It suits you perfectly. Wearing this, even without possessing divine artifacts, you would still be revered as a god.”
Yang Yi felt uncomfortable all over hearing this. He was often praised for his looks, but never had he heard such over-the-top flattery. And coming from a tall, mature man staring at him with burning eyes, it was unbearably awkward.
“Ahem—” Yang Yi coughed lightly to ease his embarrassment, and stiffly shifted the topic.
“Our cotton is growing quite well, and we’re getting more and more wool too. Before the harvest, we need to make spinning wheels, looms, and such. Soon, everyone in the tribe will be able to wear soft clothing, instead of only relying on furs.”
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and heavy furs were gradually becoming unsuitable to wear.
Many people were draped in leaves and bark. With each movement, it was easy for them to accidentally expose themselves.
They had no such awareness and did not deliberately try to cover up.
Women did not feel shy either. By now, some had even begun baring their upper bodies. To everyone, this was an entirely normal and natural matter.
After all, animals didn’t cover themselves at all.
Some men even deliberately flaunted certain organs to display their virility, which Yang Yi found quite an eyesore.
Especially since the people here were well-developed—so conspicuous that one’s eyes would accidentally glance over at first sight, leaving Yang Yi often feeling like some kind of pervert.
And that wasn’t the end of it. He even had to suffer the blow of comparison!
Yang Yi never deliberately emphasized or corrected such things. He let everything develop naturally, unless it was some outdated or harmful custom. Only then would he step in to change it.
Still, he hoped to give some guidance. Not from the angle of covering shame, but rather from beauty, practicality, and safety.
Hei Lie, however, was not so easily led by the nose. He laughed heartily: “Divine Envoy, in the future, you will often hear such praise. Will you dodge it every time?”
Yang Yi rubbed his forehead: “If you know it clearly in your heart, then don’t expose it.”
“This is heartfelt admiration for you. Today, you are radiant. Even if the Green Python Tribe’s chief, Jin Huan, were to come, she would not steal your brilliance.”
The corner of Yang Yi’s mouth twitched. He did not want to outshine anyone, thank you very much!
“You’re not bad yourself today.” Yang Yi said, partly to change the subject, and partly out of genuine feeling.
Unlike Yang Yi, Hei Lie instead had put on the metal armor Yang Yi had brought.
Every vital part of his body was covered with metal armor, and in his hand, he held a longsword. His entire figure appeared solemn and imposing, radiating a fierce and formidable aura.
This Hei Lie was vastly different from his usual self. At this moment, he seemed more calculating, even cunning, with a ruthlessness and iron-blooded decisiveness in his bearing.
Only when a chief possessed such presence could the people of the tribe truly feel secure.
Hei Lie and Yang Yi stood together, representing two complete extremes.
One was gentle like warm light, the other cold and piercing to the bone.
One embodied the tolerance of a god, while the other embodied the strength of the entire tribe.
The moment the two walked out, they drew everyone’s eyes upon them.
“With the blessing of the gods and a mighty chief leading us, our tribe will surely grow stronger and better!”
Jiao felt deeply satisfied to see so much change happening in the tribe in such a short time. When presiding over the ritual, she was filled with excitement.
Everything that a strong tribe should have, they now possessed.
For this sacrifice, the Green Python Tribe also sent a delegation to celebrate and offer congratulations.
Their visit was the result of an invitation decided upon by Hei Lie and Yang Yi, meant to strengthen exchanges between the two sides.
For the first time stepping deep into the Spark Tribe, the Green Python Tribe’s celebratory delegation was stunned at every turn.
Everything they saw left them utterly amazed.
They were certain that no other tribe could possibly build something like this.
And this was only the temporary, early stage! They could not imagine what their permanent settlement would look like once completed!
At first, they couldn’t understand why this group of people would waste effort digging the soil and planting. If they wanted to eat, wasn’t it much easier to just pick things directly from the forest?
But when they saw the lush, thriving fields, and especially the pepper trees covered with chili peppers, all their doubts were completely dispelled.
The feeling was simply wonderful!
Just imagining the season of harvest—what a beautiful thing that would be.
And when they saw the clothes Yang Yi was wearing, their eyes widened even further.
They wanted clothes like that, too!
By the time the sacrificial celebration reached the exhibition stage, the people of the Green Python Tribe were already so shocked they could no longer find words.
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