The Rise of the Witch

Xing Yang accepted the situation again in a very short time. He sighed, turned around and went into the village, approaching the old people.

The old men who had been watching him also asked, "Little boy, where did you come from? What are you doing at the village entrance? Are you some kind of little monster?"

"How dare you slander someone's innocence!" Xing Yang grinned, feigning anger, and said proudly, "Witch, have you seen me? I was sent here by a witch!"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the old men immediately showed respect, while some were suspicious: "You little brat, you can actually see a witch?"

"Really?"

"What happened? Tell us about it."

Xing Yang immediately became excited and began to recount the story with gestures: "I wasn't originally from here. A tiger demon attacked our village, kidnapped me, and ran all the way into the mountains... Then the shaman appeared, and the scene was absolutely devastating, with the sky collapsing and the sun and moon losing their light..."

"The tiger demon roared angrily, and a chilling wind swept through the air, sending sand and stones flying..."

"The shaman simply waved his hand, and the earth split open, burying the tiger demon deep inside..."

"...This battle raged on and on, lasting a full day and night. In the end, the tiger demon was at a disadvantage..."

"With just a flick of the wrist, the tiger's head flew several feet high, spraying blood everywhere..."

Several old men listened with great interest, occasionally chiming in with a follow-up question: "And then?"

Xing Yang said mysteriously, "That witch just gave me a push... and I ended up here. Isn't that amazing?"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"As expected of a shaman, you're really lucky, kid, to be saved by a shaman and even witness the war between the liches and demons..."

"That's right!" Xing Yang proudly raised his head, then scratched his head and said, "That sorcerer fought a fierce battle and probably didn't have the energy to explain anything to me, so he just sent me here. I didn't even have a chance to ask anything, and I'm completely confused, not knowing where I am."

An old man said, "This is Black Bear Village, which, along with twelve nearby villages and Fangxiong Town, all belong to the Fangxiong clan."

"Fang Xiong clan..." Xing Yang pondered. The name sounded familiar. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What is their relationship with the Youxiong clan?"

The Youxiong clan, also known as the Xuanyuan clan, seems to have been located on Xuanyuan Hill, the same Xuanyuan mentioned in the Yellow Emperor's Xuanyuan Sword!

An old man recalled, "When I was young, I worked for a clan and heard a story that the Fangxiong clan was once a branch of the Youxiong clan..."

Upon hearing this, another old man immediately retorted, "The Youxiong clan is an ancient clan that has been passed down from the Yellow Emperor to the present day. How could our Xiong clan possibly be related to them? I think they deliberately chose this name to intimidate others by using the name of the Youxiong clan."

"I think it might be true. Look, our area is rarely targeted by the demon race..."

"That's because the demon race looks down on us..."

"..."

The old men started arguing amongst themselves, until one of them suddenly spoke up: "Isn't the village chief from the Fangxiong family? Why don't we go ask her?"

The others immediately fell silent.

"Ahem!" An old man coughed and said, "Young man, you even know about the Youxiong clan, you're quite knowledgeable... Where are you from?"

The topic shift was abrupt.

Xing Yang gave a curt "Hi," and said, "I was thrown here by the witch, so I'll naturally be a resident of Fang Xiong's Black Bear Village from now on. Gentlemen, will you allow me to register my household in the village?"

An old man patted his leg, stood up and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to see the village chief. Only the village chief can decide this matter."

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Black Bear Village has about twenty households. The entire village is surrounded by a wooden fence. There is a river on the left and mountains and forests on the right. It can be described as having mountains, water and forests, and the scenery is quite nice.

Xing Yang had never seen other villages and didn't know if Black Bear Village was considered wealthy, but apart from a few mud-brick houses, the rest of the houses in the village were all brick houses, only much lower.

Even in the early years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there weren't many villages with such conditions. It's clear that this world is quite materially comfortable for ordinary people.

On the riverside side of the village, there is a walled courtyard that surpasses all other houses in height, size, and roof decoration.

The old man led Xing Yang to the front of the house, knocked on the door, and after a moment, the door opened. A pretty woman in her early twenties peeked out. She was dressed simply, but her charm was undeniable.

The old man whispered a few words to her, and the woman shrank back and closed the door. After a short while, the door opened again, and the woman gestured for the two of them to come in.

After passing through the courtyard and entering the main hall, Xing Yang finally met the so-called village chief.

In my memory, the village chief was at least the most respected person in the village, if not the oldest. However, the person sitting in the seat of honor at this moment was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with delicate features and bright white teeth!

Wearing an elaborate outfit and a wooden mask on its head, it sat there with a serious expression, which made it all the more adorable.

"Is this the village chief?" Xing Yang asked again, uncertainly.

"Of course!" the old man and the woman answered in unison, "This is Mi Xiaoling, the village chief of Black Bear Village, from the Fangxiong clan."

Xing Yang looked incredulous, but his mind raced: Fang Xiong, Xiong, Mi... The royal surname of the State of Chu during the Warring States period seems to be Xiong or Mi...

Is there any contact? He doesn't know; he knows almost nothing about this world.

Mi Xiaoling sat there solemnly, looking at Xing Yang, and said in a clear voice, "So you're the one who wants to settle in Black Bear Village? I heard you were sent here by a shaman?"

"Uh..." Xing Yang had to admit that this little guy really was the village chief: "...Yes."

Mi Xiaoling paused for a moment, then said to the other two, "You two go out first, I want to talk to him alone."

The old man and the woman withdrew without any objection.

Only two little ones remained in the room.

Mi Xiaoling finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her previously upright posture, and asked, "Awakening innate wisdom?"

"..." Xing Yang opened his mouth, then remained silent, saying, "Is this kind of thing common?"

"Not common, but not uncommon either."

Mi Xiaoling pointed to her head and said, "There are many kinds of innate wisdom. The most common is precociousness. It means that children learn to think before ordinary children can even remember things. Generally, those with strong spirituality will have offspring who are more precocious and intelligent than ordinary people."

Unlike me, who was born with self-awareness and knew many things I shouldn't know, all of which came from the gifts of my spirit.

The rarest scenario is that, in a fleeting moment, a completely new memory appears in your mind… Which one are you?

Xing Yang: "...The third type."

Mi Xiaoling stared at him for a moment and said, "No matter what kind of innate intelligence he has, his daily habits, way of thinking, and expression in his eyes are very different from ordinary children. You can't hide it."

Since you belong to the third type, how many memories do you have in your mind? If they are just scattered fragments, then they are not of much value. If they are just a segment of your current life or a segment of your future life, then you can be considered a pseudo-prophet... But if they cover your entire different life, then you are a sorcerer!

Only a sorcerer's spirit can withstand the trials of reincarnation and retain its brilliance!

Xing Yang was speechless. He felt that anyone could tell he was a time traveler at a glance. How did those time travelers in novels manage to hide their identities?

Mi Xiaoling suddenly changed the subject, saying, "I won't delve into it further, I'll just ask you one question: do you understand development?"

Xing Yang looked bewildered: "...Huh?"

Mi Xiaoling explained, "Do you know how to manage a village, develop a village, make the village prosperous, and then radiate that prosperity to surrounding villages, towns... even a whole province, or the entire land of nine provinces?"

Xing Yang was still confused: "What do you mean?"

Mi Xiaoling sighed and said, "I also awakened innate wisdom. I understood many principles from birth, and set my life goal when I was one year old: I want to contend for the throne!"

An eight or nine-year-old girl was telling him she wanted to fight for the throne?

Moreover, he set a goal when he was one year old, but he was still the village chief when he was eight or nine.

What could Xing Yang say? He could only utter, "I...I know a little?"

"Alright!" Mi Xiaoling made the final decision, saying, "Then your settlement is settled. From now on, you'll be a resident of Black Bear Village. If you do poorly, you'll belong to the Fang Xiong clan... If you do well, you'll belong to me!"

Fang Xiongshi spoke separately from her... which also means that Mi Xiaoling is not Fang Xiongshi's person?

He paused for a moment, then added, "Also, I am a shaman, a Nuo shaman. No one else knows this, so don't tell anyone."