Hua Qiang Became Chieftain

A mountain breeze carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, making one feel refreshed.

A graceful middle-aged woman was the first to step out of the tribal meeting hall.

Time has etched fine lines around her eyes, but it has not diminished the breathtaking beauty in her features.

She was wrapped in a faded coarse linen shawl, her figure as slender as a bamboo shoot in the wind, her knuckles slightly deformed from years of labor, only her amber eyes were strikingly bright, like a tempered blade, capable of cutting through all illusions.

The elderly women following behind had hunched backs, their gray hair disheveled in the wind like withered grass.

Their coarse cloth clothes were patched in layers, their sunken cheeks had a sickly sallow color, and the skin folds on their necks were still covered with unwashed dirt.

But when they stood side by side, a chilling sense of oppression washed over them.

An inextinguishable flame burned in his cloudy old eyes, and his every move exuded the majesty accumulated over the years, as if an ancient totem buried by sandstorms had suddenly awakened, silently telling of past glories and an indomitable spirit.

A cool mountain breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, swept past, making the thatched curtains outside the conference hall rustle in the wind.

"Mother! (Chief)"

"Great Elder, Second Elder... Fifth Elder!"

A crisp shout pierced the wind as Zi Furong hurried to the front of the group, a few withered yellow grass leaves still clinging to her hair.

Behind her, the other hunters also bowed in greeting, their coarse cloth short coats soaked with sweat, forming white salt stains in the cold wind.

Purple Rose looked at her daughter's slightly dark face, and her eyes softened instantly.

As the tribal chief, she usually presented herself as cold and hard, but at this moment, her gaze towards Bi Zi Furong was full of maternal tenderness.

"Child, how did the hunt go? Were there any casualties?"

Before she finished speaking, her gaze swept over the uneven formation behind Zi Furong, and her pupils suddenly contracted—the end of the line was empty, missing those familiar figures.

Her palms, rough as old tree bark, trembled slightly. Heartache and sorrow welled up in her eyes, but she quickly concealed them.

"Mother, elders,"

Zi Furong bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly. "Our hunt wasn't smooth sailing; in fact, we suffered heavy losses... but we brought back incredibly good news!"

"Oh, what good news?" Great Elder Kou Meiren stepped forward, leaning on her jujube wood cane, and golden light suddenly shone in her cloudy old eyes.

She watched Zi Furong grow up. The child showed extraordinary intelligence and perseverance from a young age and was the successor of the tribe that they carefully nurtured.

Seeing her hesitant expression, I couldn't help but ask her out of curiosity.

Zi Furong took a deep breath and turned to face Hua Qiang and the others who were standing behind her.

The group had long since taken notice of Hua Qiang's dashing, handsome, and outstanding appearance.

Their tribe is entirely female; there isn't a single male.

Hua Qiang is so conspicuous, how could they not see him? They're not blind.

Clad in a long black robe, tall and elegant, his handsome face, flawless from every angle, captivated everyone in the tribe...

Ahem, well...

Seeing that Da Na hadn't eaten pork in decades, Zi Furong felt a little uncomfortable.

"Um... Mother, elders, Furong would like to introduce you all. This is our young master, Hua Qiang."

She paused, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, and said, "He can break the curse that afflicts our tribe!"

"What?!"

Purple Rose, Kou Meiren, and the others exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Purple Rose's pupils contracted sharply, and the bone scepter in her hand slammed onto the stone floor with a clang.

Kou Meiren staggered and was quickly supported by Elder Kou Meiren beside her.

Everyone stared at Hua Qiang in disbelief, then turned their gaze to Zi Furong, their eyes filled with suspicion.

The tribal curse has persisted for generations, leaving countless witch doctors and prophets helpless. This guy... doesn't seem like a reliable boy. Can he really be a god?

It's not that they doubted it, it's just that Hua Qiang looks... too much like a gigolo, with a Little White face.

In every field, those who excel, especially in the art of curses, are all strangely shaped and have appearances so peculiar that they would scare people awake at night.

A stagnant silence filled the air, with only the wind still howling.

Zi Furong stood tall, meeting the scrutinizing gazes of her elders without fear.

"Mother, elders, please believe in Furong!"

We personally experienced the young master's miraculous abilities, and the curses on our bodies have been removed.

We are now normal people again, and we no longer have to worry about not having enough time or dying at any time.

"As long as the young master takes action, the tribe will surely be saved!"

Her voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the empty valley.

Purple Rose gazed at her daughter's stubborn face, then at Hua Qiang's calm and composed eyes, her heart churning with complex emotions.

After a long while, she slowly bent down and performed a Zheng-style curtsy to Hua Qiang.

"If you, sir, can truly relieve my tribe's predicament, I, Purple Rose, swear on my life that I will never betray your kindness!"

Upon seeing this, Kou Meiren and the others also bowed in greeting.

At this moment, it seemed as if an invisible force was flowing among the people, bringing new hope to this tribe that had been tormented by the curse.

Heavenly Empress, Hua Qiang absorbed all the curse energy from the thousands of people in the tribe. It was as if all the heavy shackles on their bodies had been removed. Feeling the vigorous life force within their bodies, they all cried out in joy, as if they were going crazy.

That night, several huge bonfires were lit in the open space in the center of the tribe. Various delicious vegetables and meats were laid out on the table. Everyone gathered around the bonfires, singing and dancing, cheering and celebrating their new life.

Hua Qiang was seated at the same table as the chief and the elders, and naturally, right next to him was the tribe's most beautiful woman Zi Furong.

At this moment, the girl was constantly cutting and slicing the fragrant, glistening beef and mutton for Hua Qiang, peeling and rinsing it for him...

She stuffed sweet juicy fruits into his mouth one by one, and then busied herself pouring him wine and serving him food and drink, practically transforming into a pure and devoted personal maid.

Purple Rose, Kou Meiren, and the others watched this scene with varying expressions, and some even had a certain emotional undertone in their eyes.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Purple Rose, Kou Meiren, and the others raised their wine glasses and respectfully addressed Hua Qiang, saying, "Our benefactor, we have no way to repay your life-saving grace and your kindness in redeeming our clan."

After discussions among the tribe's leadership, it was decided that we wish to acknowledge our benefactor as our master and follow him from now on.

"Although we are of little strength, we can still help our benefactor with some tasks, or at the very least do some internal affairs and logistics. We hope our benefactor will not find it distasteful."

"In addition, we have a request that we hope our benefactor will grant."

"Please, my benefactor, become the chief of my tribe!"