The heavy stone tripod was hit hard on the ground, splashing countless dust.
"Passed, next one!"
In front of the stone tripod, a five-year-old child smiled happily.
Another child, who was missing a front tooth and was covered in the fur of an unknown beast, walked under the stone tripod, skillfully bent down and picked up a huge tripod.
"Haha!"
With a loud roar, he lifted the stone tripod weighing over a thousand kilograms above his head. In order to show his strength, he took a few steps forward, winked at his friends on the side, and then dropped the stone tripod on the ground.
The patriarch, who had been watching from the side, nodded with satisfaction, kept stroking his gray beard, and sighed: "I am really old."
The Piling Leopard's eyelids on the side twitched, looking at the black stone bowl held in the patriarch's left hand, he couldn't help but tremble.
The black stone bowl can be regarded as the treasure of the Pi tribe. It can refine various spiritual objects and turn them into various powerful treasures that can purify the blood.
It is the most precious thing in the clan. Although it has not been used many times from beginning to end, there are still very few spiritual objects in the world.
When the tribe was at its peak, it was still qualified to collect various spiritual medicines from the wilderness. When it gradually declined, the spiritual medicines were insulated from the Pi tribe.
This black spiritual bowl is naturally useless. The clan leader has not taken it out for who knows how many years.
Pai Lingbao's memory of the black spiritual bowl was when he was a child. At that time, he climbed on top of the clan leader to make trouble, but the black spiritual bowl fell down and almost killed him.
Later he learned that the black spiritual bowl weighed at least more than 100,000 kilograms, and it was considered a treasure of the clan based on its weight alone.
Pihu stood with his chest crossed, making the pectoral muscles on his chest more and more obvious, which could simply make a woman ashamed.
He looked at the naughty children carrying the stone tripod over their heads one after another, with joy in his eyes.
"Their generation is very promising. Everyone has met the requirements for entry into the Ant King Method. Something in the tribe needs to be changed."
As the current leader of the tribe, most of the prey is hunted by Pihu's hunting team. His power in the tribe is the highest except for the clan leader.
The old patriarch stared carefully at the group of playful children, but seemed a little hesitant.
"Your idea is too radical. Each of these children has a strength of more than ten thousand kilograms, reaching the first level of the Ant Emperor's method. However, their minds are not yet mature, so we cannot just throw them into the wild..."
"But it won't work if this goes on, right? With their energy and blood, they consume a huge amount of food every day. If this goes on, the tribe won't be able to sustain itself."
Pihu directly interrupted the old patriarch.
It's not just for a half-grown boy to defeat me.
Nowadays, these naughty children can eat as much as one after another. In terms of food intake, they are no less than the adults in the tribe and about the same as the people in the hunting team.
The same is true for the women in the tribe who have always been weak. Everyone's strength is increasing rapidly, but the corresponding amount of food can also be staggering.
For a large tribe, everyone in the tribe has the strength of the Ant Emperor, which is a huge joy, and it is excellent for improving the strength of the large tribe.
But for small tribes, they have to face the cruel fact that there is not enough food.
The winter food originally prepared for the entire tribe was almost exhausted in just one month.
The hunting team needs to go out to hunt every day. They can barely survive by finding prey in winter when prey is scarce.
But now this situation is about to reach its limit. There are fewer and fewer prey, but more and more big-bellied men.
Now everyone in the tribe has a hazy pattern of chaos in their body, which is the symbol of the first level of the Ant King.
But most people have not gone to the wilderness to choose the beast that suits them and fuse their bloodlines.
There are a lot of children under the age of fourteen in the tribe, and the women who only collect wild fruits around the tribe are also wild and tough, and dare to fight with beasts.
However, their experience in this area was not sufficient. They also learned the hunting techniques in the tribe, but they were mostly used to guard against small beasts such as the Moon-Screaming Demonic Wolf that raided the tribe. They had no experience in going deep into the wilderness.
"To rashly let them go deep into the wilderness is to make them commit suicide..."
The patriarch's expression was filled with vicissitudes of life, and the children's laughter in the tribe was loud and clear. Their innocent and pure smiles made his heart twitch.
He saw an eight-year-old boy put a piece of barbecue grilled until golden brown into his sister's mouth. The sister ate it deliciously, but he couldn't help but swallow.
He couldn't help but look away. The food in the tribe had begun to dry up, and even the food for the many children was not enough.
"If they continue to stay in the tribe, it will just be a slow death. The hunting team is not full of people and it is already difficult to maintain it. In the end, the entire tribe will disappear in the wilderness because of hunger and desperation.
Next, everyone needs to go to the wilderness to find food."
"That was the real cruelty. Now that we have the opportunity to choose, the food can still be maintained for a while, and we still have time to discuss here..."
Pihu's face was cold. He also saw the brother and sister. Now the burden of the entire tribe was on him, making him even more painful.
He looked at the group of brothers and sisters and murmured: "When the time comes, children like this will also have to risk going deep into the wilderness and use their unskilled hunting skills to fight wild beasts. The result will only be more tragic."
"What are you discussing?"
Tang Xuanming had just returned from Fengyun's world, and he was still a little confused about the situation.
He was about to ask how the Bodhisattva snake he had been trained by the patriarch was doing, but unexpectedly he saw Pihu and the patriarch discussing together with ugly expressions.
Pi Lingbao, who was originally looking troubled, was overjoyed when he saw Tang Xuanming coming over. He pulled him and told him about the tribe's situation in detail.
Pihu stood aside with a cold face, but he couldn't help but stare at Tang Xuanming from the corner of his eye.
The patriarch also looked at Tang Xuanming with slightly cloudy eyes, wanting to see what good solution this suspected descendant of the royal family would have.
"Isn't there enough food?"
Tang Xuanming frowned, but he was not too embarrassed and asked.
"How is the blood oat planting going? Have the seeds from the second harvest been planted?"
Neither Pihu nor the clan leader answered, but Pilingbao, who was specifically responsible for this aspect, nodded and said: "They have all been planted. According to your request, the open space next to the tribe has been completely opened up, and there are people specifically responsible for planting this kind of
Spiritual things.”
When it comes to blood oats, Pi Ling Bao is very happy and energetic.