My Son Has the Makings of a Miao King

The grand ceremony of worshipping the Beast God is a momentous event in the Miaojiang region.

The legend of the Beast God is deeply rooted in the hearts of every Miao people person and flows in their blood.

The Miao people believe in Beast Gods, worship and sacrifice to Beast God, and regard Beast God as their spiritual totem and the embodiment of their Beast God.

Therefore, the discussions held before the sacrifice to the Beast God were taken very seriously.

The Three Miao of Southern Border all live in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The Green Miao live on the outermost edge of the mountains, where they train Miao soldiers and defend against foreign enemies, forming a solid barrier for the Miaojiang.

The Black Miao live in the middle of the mountains, raising Gu worms, refining Gu Dao, and wielding the secret power of the Myriad Gu Pit to protect the heartland of the Southern Border with Gu arts.

The White Miao live deep in the mountains, gathering rare herbs and preparing elixirs and spirit medicine. They understand the principles of life and death of plants and do not easily get involved in disputes.

The Three Miao share a common origin, yet each adheres to its own responsibilities, living in separate territories for generations.

In the past, when the Ancient Miao King was still alive, the three tribes were of one mind, defending against powerful enemies from the outside and guarding the mountains and forests from within.

However, after the Three Miao split, the alliance dissolved. Although they did not easily go to war, they were wary of each other and could hardly regain their former glory.

The only thing that could bring the Three Miao Great Miao Chief together to discuss was the triennial God-Sacrificing Ceremony.

Today,

The Great Miao Chief of the Three Miao gathered together once again.

The Great Miao Chief of the Green Miao was a tall and robust middle-aged man with sharp eyes like an eagle, and his imposing presence was awe-inspiring.

The White Miao have been shrouded in mystery since ancient times. The Great Miao Chief of the White Miao is hunched over and thin, leans on a cane, and wears a hood to cover his face, revealing only his silvery-white beard.

As for the Great Miao Chief of the Black Miao, she was a beautiful woman. Her black Miao clothing accentuated her full and voluptuous figure, and she exuded a dignified and noble air, still retaining her charm.

The three Great Miao Chief each sat down.

The Green Miao are in the center, with the Black Miao and White Miao on the left and right.

The beautiful woman looked at Long Qing, who sat imposingly in the main seat, and a cold smile appeared on her lips without revealing any emotion.

This position will soon be out of your reach, so cherish the little time you have now.

The Black Miao have been suppressed for too long; it's finally time for them to rise up and take control.

She had waited too long for this day.

Finally, the Beast God favored him, and a wise ruler descended from the heavens, subduing the Gu King and unifying the Three Miao.

Once her master becomes the Miao King, she will be the queen, second only to the Queen.

Thinking about this,

The beautiful woman's breathing became rapid.

On the other hand, Long Qing, who sat in the main seat, was trembling slightly despite his tall and imposing figure.

He was excited, he was thrilled.

It wasn't because of the position he held, nor because of the triennial God-Sacrificing Ceremony.

It was because of his son.

His son brought him a huge surprise on his Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

Mountain Lord

His precious son actually managed to bring down the Mountain Lord from Beast Mountain.

According to legend, the Mountain Lord was the mount of the Beast God, and according to the prophecy passed down through generations of the Green Miao, whoever gains the Mountain Lord's approval can become the Miao King who unifies the Three Miao.

He never expected that the prophecy would actually come true.

His beloved son actually possessed the bearing of Miao King.

This overwhelming wealth came so suddenly that even now, he still feels like he's living in a dream.

His son is the future Miao King, so wouldn't he be a supreme ruler, second only to the Grand King?

Thinking about this,

Long Qing's tall and robust body trembled involuntarily.

Seeing that one of the two Great Miao Chief was breathing rapidly and the other was trembling, clearly not focused on the conference, the old man with his face covered by a hood and leaning on a cane finally couldn't help but remind them.

"Ahem, you two, may we begin?"

Upon hearing the voice of the White Miao Great Miao Chief, the two snapped out of their daze, exchanged a glance, composed themselves, and sat up straight.

"Let's begin."

Long Qing gave an awkward laugh.

"Good."

The beautiful woman responded calmly.

"This year's God-Sacrificing Ceremony will still Chief Sacrifice by our Green Miao group. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

I object.

Long Qing: "..."

What's going on?

Is Ma Wa drunk today?

In previous years, once he said this, the two people below wouldn't dare to object.

Who exactly gave Black Miao the audacity to overturn the table?

"Oh, it seems Great Miao Chief Ma Wa the Miao people has something to say." Long Qing gave this woman, who was beautiful on the outside but venomous on the inside, a deep look.

The beautiful woman Ma Wa, spoke up, "In previous years, the annual God-Sacrificing Ceremony was Chief Sacrifice by you, the Green Miao, but this year it should be my, the Black Miao's, turn."

Upon hearing this, Long Qing sneered, "Does your Black Miao have the strength? If it weren't for our Green Miao warriors guarding the Southern Border and resisting foreign enemies, how could your two tribes live so peacefully?"

"That's not how it works. The God-Sacrificing Ceremony is Chief Sacrifice by the three tribes in rotation, a rule passed down from High Antiquity. It's not based on merit or strength. In short, this year, my Black Miao will definitely compete."

Ma Wa Dao Contention.

"Compete? Do you Black Miao even have the right to do so?"

Long Qing said with a disdainful look, "It seems you've forgotten how badly your Black Miao suffered a defeat twenty years ago."

According to the customs of Miaojiang,

The law of the jungle prevails; the winner takes all.

Twenty years ago, the Black Miao were dissatisfied with the Green Miao for clinging to the position of Chief Sacrifice at the God-Sacrificing Ceremony, so they initiated the life-or-death battle.

As a result, the Black Miao suffered heavy casualties and were utterly defeated.

Unexpectedly, Black Miao is still not giving up this year and is thinking of making a comeback.

Ridiculous,

The Green Miao are strong enough to suppress the Black Miao, not to mention that their precious son even invited the Mountain Lord into the village.

That's fine too.

He intended to intimidate everyone present and bring fame to his son.

Since the chicken has practically delivered itself to his doorstep, he might as well make an example of it.

What Long Qing didn't expect was that Ma Wa, the Great Miao Chief of the Black Miao, was thinking the same thing.

But before she could speak,

Long Qing couldn't help but speak first.

"Since both of you, the Great Miao Chief, are here today, I will not pretend anymore. My Green Miao will not only be the Chief Sacrifice of the God-Sacrificing Ceremony this year, but also every year thereafter. There is no need to hold such a deliberation meeting in the future."

Hearing Long Qing's domineering words, even White Miao Great Miao Chief, who usually did not participate in the fighting, could not help but frown.

"Great Miao Chief, this doesn't seem to follow the rules."

"Rules? Hahaha... My rules are the rules."

Long Qing laughed wildly.

"Those who know you think you're the chief of the Green Miao Great Miao Chief, but those who don't might mistake you for the Miao King of Southern Border."

Ma Wa scoffed, feeling extremely frustrated because the other party had said everything she originally wanted to say.

"I am not the Miao King, but my son is."

The moment the words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked. These words were truly earth-shattering and astonishing.

"Long Qing, what's wrong with you?" Ma Wa angry her face turned pale.

"Times have changed, you two. From this day forward, there will be no more distinction between the Three Miao in the Southern Border. My son is the future Miao King, destined to unify the Three Miao and achieve unparalleled greatness."

Long Qing held his head high, displaying an arrogant attitude of looking down on others.

"Come out, my son."

Just as the two Great Miao Chief were looking at Long Qing as if he were a fool, a tiger's roar that shook the entire area like thunder rolled in.

"Roar--"

Long Yan, who looked thirty but was actually fifteen, walked in from outside, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and looking embarrassed.

And behind him,

Following them was a massive, majestic, and colorful tiger.