The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

If the people present didn't notice that Fat Tiger was circulating his blood energy for cultivation right in front of them, then they were simply wasting their lives.

"This kid, is he really that talented?"

Manli looked surprised, somewhat incredulous.

It's like picking up an orphan on the street and suddenly discovering that the orphan is carrying a check for millions.

Man Bai's eyes also showed a hint of surprise: "Such good talent, yet such low cultivation level, could it be that you've just started cultivating?"

The middle-aged man, fully armored, had also composed himself and stood with his hands behind his back, though his words still carried a hint of regret.

"It's a pity this child suffers from hysteria. Otherwise, such a genius, as long as his background is confirmed to be correct, would be nurtured by our Qinghe tribe."

Hearing this, Manbai, out of good intentions, mustered his courage and argued, "Clan leader, although this person acts strangely, he is not a bad person. I believe that with patient guidance, he will not cause any major disaster."

He paused, then added, "Our Qinghe tribe doesn't have many geniuses. With the recent rampant activity of foreign tribes, this is precisely the time when we need such promising talents."

Clear river, creek rocks, high rocks.

Before the destruction of the Xishi tribe, these three tribes were actually closely connected. If any tribe encountered a crisis, the other two would lend a helping hand.

It was only because the warriors of the two alien races, the Beast Clan and the Hou Clan, acted too quickly and without giving any warning beforehand that the other two tribes were unable to provide assistance.

In fact, Xishi and Gaoshi are roughly equal in strength.

Of the three, the Qinghe tribe is actually the strongest.

It is even stronger than the other two companies by a significant margin.

At its peak, the Qinghe tribe almost reached the threshold for promotion to the Ministry of War.

Incidentally, in this world, tribal advancement does not require the approval of higher-level tribes. Instead, there is a tacitly agreed-upon standard: once the overall strength of a tribe crosses that line, it becomes a military force.

Even with the title of "Ministry of War," a tribe lacking sufficient strength cannot gain the recognition of other tribes.

Conversely, as long as the tribe is strong enough, no one will believe you even if you try to pretend to be a small, developing tribe.

Even the Ministry of War of Shanyun would be happy to have a new Ministry of War in its jurisdiction, as that would alleviate their pressure to the greatest extent.

Unfortunately, decades ago, a ten-thousand-strong army of a foreign tribe broke in. At that time, the passage that the Shanyun Military Department was suppressing was disturbed, so the Qinghe tribe could only lead Xishi and Gaoshi to meet the enemy.

Even after annihilating this alien army of ten thousand, the Qinghe tribe paid a heavy price. Its upward momentum was abruptly halted, and it took decades for it to recover.

Manjue pondered for a moment: "What you said makes sense."

As the current chief of the Qinghe tribe, he wouldn't have been qualified to be chief even during the tribe's heyday; he's just the tallest among the short.

Having witnessed the vibrant life and flourishing of all things in the Qinghe tribe, he felt an even stronger desire to lead the tribe to rise again.

Therefore, even if it involves some risk, it is not unacceptable.

"Alright then, Manbai, you are calm and composed, so I'll leave this child in your care and let you make the judgment. I'll allow you to teach him the military techniques of my Qinghe tribe."

Manbai nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Manbo. Don't let me down."

Seeing this, Manjue nodded slightly: "I have other things to attend to, I'll be leaving now."

After saying this, the chief of the Qinghe tribe walked away, and as he walked, the armor made a series of slight metallic clanging sounds.

"Is the cutscene over?"

Fat Tiger immediately opened his eyes.

Although he was quietly leveling up, he still devoted some attention to observing the situation in the room.

It's really troublesome if you can't understand what the NPCs are saying.

He tentatively got up, and this time Manbai did not stop him.

Fat Tiger got out of bed and bounced around a few times to make sure there were no delays in his actions. Then he focused his attention on Wild Gravel.

"Wait here, I'll go catch some fish for you right away."

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed to the door.

However, Manbai grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Fat Tiger turned around with an innocent look in his eyes, and Manbai shook his head with a wry smile: "Alright, stop running around. The clan leader asked me to take care of you."

Fat Tiger blinked, puzzled. "The cutscenes aren't over yet?"

"Manli, if you're free, come with me."

After saying that, Manbai picked up Panghu and walked out of the stone house.

Anyway, judging from how energetic Fat Tiger is, it seems he doesn't need to take his medicine anymore.

Stepping out of the stone house, Manbai had clearly already decided where he was going, and his steps showed no hesitation.

Not long after, he carried Fat Tiger to an open space.

It is about the size of a football field, and the ground is paved with a layer of pebbles.

Although it's called an open space, it's more like a small training ground, where dozens of tall teenagers are sweating it out.

These teenagers look very young, at most the age of junior high or high school students in real life, but each of them is already the same height as an adult.

The boys, dressed in animal hide armor and wielding long spears with wooden tips, practiced their combat skills by engaging in one-on-one duels.

"Brother Manbai."

One of the robust young men noticed Manbo entering the training ground and greeted him.

Clearly, Manbo was well-liked in the tribe; most of the boys present knew him and stopped to wave at him.

"Brother Manbai, weren't you sent to guard the fish farm? How come you have time to come to the training ground?"

"Whose bag are you carrying? I've never seen it before."

Manbo responded with a smile.

When it came to the task assigned by the clan chief, he didn't explain in detail and simply pushed out the fat tiger he was carrying.

"Which of you has time to come and spar with him?"

"I'll do it."

The boy who first greeted Manbo immediately raised his gun and signed up.

These teenagers have lived together since childhood and know each other very well, making it difficult to determine a winner. Now that they have a new opponent, they naturally want to try their luck.

"Come on, you go first."

The boy approached Fat Tiger, pointing the tip of his gun diagonally at the ground, assuming a seemingly ordinary starting stance.

Even if Gian couldn't understand what they were saying, he could guess what they wanted to do from this blatant challenge.

"A test of combat?"

Fat Tiger was a little puzzled, not understanding why he had to prove his fighting ability just to do a fish-catching mission.

However, he didn't stand still. Instead, he bent down and squatted down, which at first glance looked somewhat like the preparation action before a 100-meter sprint.

"What a strange fighting stance."

The boy was still curious.

The next second, he saw a bunch of pebbles flying towards his face.