I Became The Chief Of A Primitive Village

“Ahem… it’s because he told me to eat, it’s not my fault.” Yan Hua gave a guilty light cough and furtively glanced around. She quickly lifted her foot to sweep the bones into the bonfire, swiftly destroying the ‘evidence’.

At this time, a shout came from the distance, “Yan Hua, what are you doing? It’s time to go on patrol.”

“Coming, coming.” Yan Hua responded guiltily. She lowered her head to see the bones had completely disappeared before feeling completely at ease.

…

When Su Bai arrived at his Teepee and lifted the door flap, which functioned as a door, he discovered there was already a small fire pit inside. The pit was even surrounded by stones and there was firewood not far away.

He turned and exited the Teepee, scanning the surroundings of the Tribe. He noticed that a minority of Teepees had fire inside.

“It seems only a small number of people get this treatment.” Su Bai sighed.

Class exists everywhere, it was just a matter of how obvious it was. The class system in primitive society was the law of the jungle. Those Teepees with fire inside must belong to the Totem Warriors and other capable individuals.

Su Bai entered the Teepee and laid on the pile of hay. He tossed and turned. He found that he couldn’t fall asleep. He laid on his side and stared at the fire pit, his mind wandered far away.

“Tomorrow, I will receive the Shaman Inheritance and become the Tribe’s Shaman. This is basically making me the Village Chief.”

He felt a bit apprehensive inside. It was his first time becoming a leader. He had never even been a class monitor in school, so he inevitably felt a bit nervous and melancholic.

[Forget it, I’ll take it one step at a time. It can’t get much worse anyway.] Su Bai thought of the Flame Dragon Tribe’s current situation. [Could it get any worse? This is just an impoverished village already.]

“Ahh…” Su Bai yawned drowsily, his eyelids slowly getting heavy. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Over ten minutes passed and the Teepee door flap was suddenly lifted by someone.

“He’s asleep.” Cang Shi poked his head in to look, then stepped inside. His footsteps made no sound as they landed.

He was carrying a large piece of meat in his hands, about the size of three palms. Just as he was about to hang it on a wooden support pillar…

Yan Jiao appeared outside the Teepee at some unknown time and softly warned, “Cang Shi, take the Ferocious Beast Meat back. Don’t disturb the Successor.”

“Alright.” Cang Shi acted as if he had been aware Yan Jiao was there and took the Ferocious Beast Meat as he withdrew from the Teepee.

Yan Jiao’s red eyes flickered with light as he calmly said, “Once he becomes the Shaman, he won’t lack meat to eat.”

“Right, right, seems so.” Cang Shi had a sudden realization and patted his head. He asked, slowly, “You’re on night watch tonight?”

“Yes, the Shaman’s health is getting worse.” Yan Jiao turned his head to look at the huge Teepee. Under the illumination of the fire, a figure could be seen busily working with his head lowered.

“Is the Shaman preparing for the Inheritance Ceremony?” Cang Shi pursed his lips.

“Mm, he wants to leave as much as he can for the Successor.” Yan Jiao said in a deep voice.

“…” Cang Shi fell silent.

The two quietly stood in the darkness, as if guarding something.