Poverty makes me capable of anything.

This is so true.

It was only after inquiring about the nature of the Huanye tribe before coming that Anran would have taken a much longer detour.

The Huanye tribe has a straightforward personality, so when dealing with them, don't think about any tricks; giving them benefits directly is much more effective.

"What's that big crater outside? It doesn't look like it was formed naturally."

The old man sighed, "It's a long story."

An Ran tossed over another energy coin: "Then let's get straight to the point."

The old man perked up: "It's like this..."

There used to be something in that big pit.

Moreover, it is a statue of a deity worshipped by the Wuya tribe.

The depth of the hole gives a rough estimate that it was a giant statue over 3,000 meters tall.

It has stood on Wuya Star for a very, very long time.

So far back that it was a time before civilized society had even been formed.

The ancestors of the Wildlings have lived near this giant statue since they were sentient.

"It looks like a giant eagle roaring to the sky, with only its head sticking out of the ground..."

There was a hint of nostalgia in the old man's tone, but strangely, An Ran couldn't detect any reverence for the deity he worshipped in his voice.

It was as if he were describing an ordinary sculpture sculpted by an unrelated artist.

Fortunately, the old man's story quickly provided Anran with the answer.

"Just recently, about three months ago, one evening, the settlement was holding a celebration when a scream suddenly came from afar, like the cry of a bird or beast. At first, we didn't pay attention, but after a few minutes, someone discovered that the scream was coming from the statue. Everyone thought it was the wrath of the gods, but no one expected that the statue, which had been worshipped for tens of thousands of years, would suddenly move. It wasn't a statue at all; it was clearly a strange bird that had been sleeping for countless years. It flapped its wings, and our settlement became what it is now."

"hiss--"

An Ran gasped.

She had a bad feeling.

Could the statue that the Wuya tribe has worshipped for tens of thousands of years actually be a sleeping ancient god?

"Yes."

The old man sighed and said, "Later, investigators from the Republic came and told us that the statue was actually an ancient god who hated humanity. It's so ironic that the god we've worshipped for so long is actually an ancient god. Fortunately, the ancient god left in a hurry after it awoke, otherwise we would all be dead."

"..."

Awesome, bro.

No wonder outsiders describe the Huanye tribe as "extremely brave".

They've all carved out their own niche.

It seems that this is the only Ancient God active in the Wild Plains sector.

Having temporarily figured out the problem with the big pit outside, An Ran pulled An Qianqian, who was standing behind her looking around, in front of her.

thump.

A small fist tapped An Qianqian on the head as she bounced around, and An Qianqian immediately became obedient.

“This child…” An Ran said.

The old man's gaze had actually lingered on An Qianqian for a long time.

“She is my adopted sister from the Azure Forest. However, as you can see, she is actually a member of the Wilderness Clan, and her mother is from the Wuya tribe. I brought her here this time to see if she still has any relatives living in the world.”

"What is your mother's name?" the old man asked.

An Qianqian replied, "Los Remedios Wuya Christina."

“Huh, this is…”

He had only spoken halfway when the old man suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

"No, no, I can't say that."

"Ok?"

The old man explained, "This is a taboo of our tribe; it cannot be discussed."

How did we suddenly get onto the topic of taboos?

Could it be that there are still many aspects of An Qianqian's identity worth exploring?

Right.

An Ran shook her head inwardly, realizing she had been too presumptuous.

Ella's identity has not been fully revealed yet, and An Qianqian, who is also a hidden character from the planet of her birth, is certainly not simple either.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

An Ran suddenly stacked ten shiny energy coins on her right hand.

"These……"

An Ran reached out her hand.

The old man's expression changed slightly.

Just as he hesitated, An Ran withdrew her hand.

"No, no, no, that's enough, that's really enough."

The old man snatched the energy coin from An Ran's hand and said, "This is a taboo of my clan. Speaking of it will bring huge risks. You don't understand. But for your sincerity and for the sake of this pitiful little girl, I'll risk it all today."

As he said this, he carefully examined the money in his hand.

Wow, that's a big spender, they're really rich.

I should have asked for more money.

"That was twenty years ago. I was still quite young then, and a popular middle-aged man in the surrounding area. Christina, that is, your mother."

An Qianqian was stunned.

Would my mom really like this one?

"She was a famous girl at the time, with suitors stretching for miles. Even I could only barely make it into the top 100. The scene was quite something. But everything changed after an outsider came to our Wuya tribe."

It turns out that An Qianqian's father was not from the Huanye tribe, which means there's a lot more information to uncover here.

"Christina and that outsider got together. The outsider had ulterior motives; he tricked Christina into entering the restricted area built beneath the statue. This was discovered by someone with ulterior motives, and the outsider returned empty-handed. Just as he was about to be brought to trial, he escaped with Christina and their child. That child…"

The old man stared at An Qianqian: "It must be you. No wonder I felt that your features were a little different from ours."

"no the same?"

An Ran turned her head.

What's different about this?

In terms of skin color, An Qianqian's skin color is a little lighter than that of the genuine Huanye tribe.

It's brown skin.

But it doesn't make much difference, does it?

As for the markings on her body, Anran has compared them with the official illustrations, and she has them on her hands and neck as well.

"If someone is truly a pureblood, they should have three diamond-shaped marks clustered together below their neck," the old man said.

Is that right?

An Ran pulled An Qianqian over.

Then he turned around, lifted her collar, and looked down.

"ah--"

An Qianqian screamed and took several steps back, pressing her right hand against her collar, looking at An Ran with a face full of shame and indignation.

"As expected, there isn't one."

She thought An Qianqian's mark was just lower down and covered by her clothes.

However, it must be said that An Qianqian has already achieved a considerable figure. She is steadily growing towards her dream physique, and once she is fully mature, she will definitely be the most well-endowed among the women in the transdimensional world, even surpassing Heloise.

I still neglected to observe their growth.

"Congratulations, your dream is about to come true."

An Ran patted An Qianqian on the shoulder.

"It seems that eating so much isn't a waste. From now on, you'll be the mainstay of our Time-Traveling World."

An Qianqian looked at An Ran with a blank expression. What was she talking about? She couldn't understand a word.

“My dear lady, do you have any other questions?” the old man said.

"Tell me about what kind of person An Qianqian's father is, and what his purpose was in going to that forbidden area."

"He looks quite a bit like you, Miss, but there's a slight difference. He has a small, fleshy horn on his forehead. He seems to have a cheerful personality, otherwise he wouldn't have won Christina's heart. When he first arrived, he was constantly searching for information related to the statue, and we were all deceived by his enthusiasm. As for his purpose in going to the forbidden zone, I don't know either; I'm afraid we'll have to ask him himself. He's very strong; according to your outsider judgment, Miss, he should at least be a master."

"Does Christina have any relatives here?"

The old man shook his head: "They've all been gone for so many years."

"Thank you for your help."

Anran nodded.

After leaving Qingquan, An Qianqian's spirits were clearly low.

The parents' marriage was premeditated; no wonder the father ran away later.

I thought I might see some relatives again, but there was nothing left.

As a result, An Qianqian has lost all interest in eating the special roasted meat of the Huanye tribe.

Ella noticed that An Qianqian's mood was off, and she, who always considered herself the older sister, showed her responsibility as the older sister at this moment.

She stood on tiptoe and touched An Qianqian's head, who was already much taller than her—because that's how An Ran usually comforted her.

He said, "It will get better."