Chapter 469: Chapter 469: I am not a God (3 more)
Hearing Ah Yong alternating between crying out "God" and "Divine Weapon," Yang Xiao and Monk Ben Yin could only smile wryly and shake their heads.
Ah Yong piled up a heap of branches, and Yang Xiao took a lighter out of his backpack, pressing it to produce a flame, lighting the dry branches below, and soon after, a roaring campfire was blazing.
Ah Yong and Ah Chun stared at the lighter in Yang Xiao’s hand, their eyes wide in astonishment. In their minds, the sacred Fire God was such a tiny thing?
With Ah Yong’s knowledge, it was difficult for him to understand human technological civilization; he could only mystify it in his heart. Yang Xiao naturally did not bother to explain; otherwise, he would have to start from a far-off period for a simple thing, and Ah Yong might not understand.
Yang Xiao took out a twenty-meter-long giant lizard from the Space Ring and tossed it to the Giant Eagle, which began to tear it apart voraciously.
Yang Xiao then took out a giant sparrow, purely to change the flavor of the roasted meat. He shot it down using the Golden Eagle Bow.
The three-meter-long sparrow had about one or two hundred pounds of meat.
However, removing the feathers from the sparrow was a bit of a headache; it definitely couldn’t be roasted directly as the feathers would stink when burned and the meat would be contaminated.
Ah Yong once volunteered and said:
"I’ll pluck the feathers."
So, Ah Yong and Ah Chun grabbed the feathers on the sparrow’s body and rapidly started plucking them. In less than half an hour, they had stripped the sparrow clean of feathers.
After plucking the feathers, they pulled out the sparrow’s internal organs with a sword, then handed it to Yang Xiao and said:
"God, it’s ready to be roasted."
Since the sparrow was too big, it was inconvenient to roast directly, so Yang Xiao chopped it into several pieces using a sword. He and Monk Ben Yin each took a thick leg, and the rest was given to Ah Yong.
"Come sit down and roast with us."
Ah Yong chuckled, chopped off the two wings of the sparrow with his sword, and he and Ah Chun began roasting them.
Moments later, the aroma of the roasted meat wafted through the air. Yang Xiao took out a salt shaker for himself and Monk Ben Yin, sprinkling some salt before passing it to Ah Yong.
Ah Yong had been watching Yang Xiao sprinkling salt, and after receiving the salt shaker, he mimicked the action and sprinkled some salt on his roast.
Ah Yong took a bite, and the taste was indeed incredibly delicious, he said to Ah Chun:
"Quick, eat, it’s tasty!"
Ah Chun took a bite, and indeed the taste was much better than the meat usually roasted in their tribe; they both tore into the meat voraciously.
Yang Xiao had eaten five or six pounds of roasted meat and didn’t feel like eating anymore. Ever since using the Black Bottle to refine the flesh and blood of Mutated Creatures, he no longer had quantity demands for food; as long as he was somewhat full, it was enough. Occasionally, he ate more when he encountered delicious food.
His stomach was forever unsatiated. Anything beyond the normal metabolism requirements would be automatically converted by his body into energy for Genetic Evolution.
Ah Yong and Ah Chun had astonishing appetites, with each devouring a wing weighing dozens of pounds.
Yang Xiao smiled and said:
"You just said you needed my help with something? Now you can tell me."
Upon hearing this, Ah Yong quickly grabbed Ah Chun, and they both knelt down in front of Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao frowned and said:
"Stand up and talk properly."
"Alright."
Ah Yong stood up and briefly explained the difficulties they were facing to Yang Xiao.
"God, please save us, only you can save us."
"How can I save you?"
"Kill the son of the Wolf King!"
Yang Xiao was startled and said:
"If I kill the son of the Wolf King, won’t the Wolf King try to fight me desperately? Wouldn’t your tribe still be wiped out by the Wolf King?"
"Then you help us annihilate the Wolf King."
Yang Xiao: "..."
The thinking of this blunt youth in front of me is really simple, just keep killing the opponent until they are utterly convinced.
Indeed, this is the logic of savages dealing with things; everything is about paving the way with violence and ending with violence. If you don’t comply, then fight. The Wolf King can rob their women through violence, and they can only resist through violence.
"I might not be able to defeat the tribe of the Wolf King."
Yang Xiao modestly said.
Ah Yong anxiously said:
"No, God, you can definitely defeat the Wolf King Tribe, you are too powerful, you are stronger than them."
Yang Xiao looked at the blunt savage in front of him, and inadvertently thought of the chimpanzees and lions he encountered in Desert Canyon, also straightforward and honest, and even somewhat comical, so he laughed and said:
"But, why should I help you?"
Ah Yong: "@#￥%"
He really had never thought about this point. Yes, why would this divine figure in front of him want to help him?
Ah Yong was having a hard time, didn’t know how to answer Yang Xiao’s question, and just looked at Yang Xiao stupidly. Suddenly he slapped his head and said:
"I can come over to chop wood for you every day,"
Saying this, he pointed his finger at the branches next to the campfire.
"I can chop myself."
Yang Xiao said indifferently. He didn’t want to get involved in the struggles between the savage tribes, he neither knew Ah Yong nor understood the so-called Wolf Clan Tribe. From what Ah Yong suggested, the Wolf Clan Tribe was the most powerful tribe in Shenlongjia. If he accidentally caused trouble, it would affect his own hunting plan here. Besides hunting monsters to collect Genetic Balls, he also planned to find a way to take over Shenlongjia, and he shouldn’t be delayed by these savage tribes.
In the era of apocalyptic genetic mutations, all animals are rapidly evolving. Once evolved to King Level, they can all speak. Savages weren’t anything special anymore, just one of thousands of types of animals.
Ah Yong looked at Yang Xiao, scratched his head; other than helping Yang Xiao chop wood, he really couldn’t figure out what he could do for Yang Xiao. In front of this divine figure, his own strength was so insignificant.
Ah Yong suddenly looked discouraged, he and Yang Xiao were not familiar, naturally, he could not forcibly ask Yang Xiao to help him.
Monk Ben Yin looked at Yang Xiao, just about to open his mouth, but Yang Xiao stopped him.
"You don’t understand the Wolf Clan Tribe either. If you anger the other side, and if they fight desperately with us, and maybe at night when we are asleep, they use some mysterious primitive weapons to besiege our cave, what do we do?"
Monk Ben Yin thought about it, and felt it made sense.
Actually, in Yang Xiao’s eyes, the conflict between Ah Yong and the Wolf King was nothing more than a wolf and a lion fighting over food, it didn’t matter who won or lost, especially not to Yang Xiao.
"I’m not a God, I can’t manage everything, even a God can’t control everything."
Seeing Ah Yong’s discouraged expression, Yang Xiao felt a bit of pity and said in a light tone:
"Take this sword, and find your own way."
"Huh?"
Ah Yong looked up at Yang Xiao, his previously despairing mood suddenly rekindled with hope. This sword was a Divine Weapon, he had just used it, compared to the clubs they used now, or fighting bare-handed, the power of this sword was simply too potent.
In their tribe, the strongest weapons right now were a few steel pipes, which they had stolen from a farmer’s house below the mountain.
"Ah Yong, you guys go back. I can’t help you with the matter you mentioned, you will have to figure out a solution yourself."
Ah Yong nodded, took one last look at the sword in his hand, and then knelt down with a thud in front of Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao: "..."
"Thank you!"
Ah Yong said, then got up and left with Ah Chun.
(End of third installment)