Otherworldly Desert Dust

Chapter 142 - 118 Fairy Gong Qin

Du Mao saw Wu Hen return, and tears welled up in his eyes.

If he lost his brother-in-arms, who knew what hardships lay ahead.

After all, the Ancient Clan was incredibly formidable. Without Wu Hen’s comfort, Du Mao felt his self-esteem would be shattered and he would become someone who had no idea how to cultivate.

"Du Mao, pluck the feathers of this roc, then roast it over the fire. Tonight, everyone will have roast chicken!"

"Roast the whole thing? Not saving any for the Cold Era?"

"Ah, everyone’s happy today. Plus, we’re celebrating Wu Hen finally becoming an adult who can help with hunting. With an extra hunter in the village, there’s no worrying about getting through the winter. Eat to your heart’s content! And prepare more wine!" the old village chief chimed in.

With a burst of joy, the memorial service turned into Wu Hen’s coming-of-age celebration. Many Ancient Clan maidens gathered around, holding hands, dancing barefoot. Their lithe forms moved like willow sprites, adorable and charming.

The Ancient Clan seemed to know exactly how to cheer up Wu Hen. Before long, a smile appeared on his face, even with the dirt still on it. He was pulled to the fire to dance with them.

"Brother Hen, what are you dancing? It feels full of life, yet relaxed and free. Is there a secret technique in these moves?" Du Mao asked, watching Wu Hen’s Thomas pirouette, lost in thought.

Wu Hen, of course, was breakdancing. After all, Chong Hua was there rapping. Nothing suited breakdancing better than rap.

The Ancient Clan maidens’ dances were graceful, but seeing Wu Hen’s cool, flashy moves intrigued them, their eyes wide with curiosity.

"Want to learn? I’ll teach you," Wu Hen said.

Singing, dancing, rapping—none could be left out. The Ancient Clan must grasp the true sources of joy!

Evidently, they were a group who understood the essence of joy. Only such a group would appreciate these human arts and naturally be moved by them.

Thus, an ancient bonfire feast unintentionally turned into a grand music festival. Wu Hen forgot his earlier troubles. He stood in the center of the bonfire, singing loudly, "Come, draw a dragon on the left, then a rainbow on the right..."

With this song, the young Chong Hua was astonished. Never had he heard such light-hearted and perfectly rhymed music. Looking at the Ancient Clan, dressed in animal skins, shaking their heads, and waving their fingers like firecrackers, he felt the starry sky paled in comparison. Chong Hua had a premonition that this outsider might become the spiritual leader of their Ancient Clan—his spirit was so ahead of its time!

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On typical rest days, everyone would gather for a feast.

They didn’t need to hunt early the next day, and there would be group activities organized.

Things like exchanges with other ancient villages, wrestling, taming beasts, bullfighting, eating contests, archery, matchmaking, and so on.

The morning after the celebration, everyone slept in.

By midday, everyone tidied up and prepared to head to Qingcao Creek Village to meet people from other villages.

These rest-day gatherings were like market festivals, where people from nearby villages and towns brought their goods to trade. There would naturally be some cultural exchanges, like boy dance-offs.

"Nonsense! Fight her! If you win, the chief will give you Ganoderma Wine for your body. Don’t you want to develop your physique?" Chongli Mountain retorted.

"Yes, every so often, our villages send prodigies here for a friendly competition to uphold our hospitality traditions. The fiercer the prodigy, the more respect we earn. Brother Hen, you are the pride of Red Snow Village! You can definitely take down this heavenly girl!" Xiao Jiang from the Ancient Clan encouraged.

As Wu Hen stepped forward, the trouble-making Red Snow Villagers cheered loudly, as if rallying their war leader to battle against other tribes.

Honestly, Wu Hen didn’t feel honored. Instead, he felt like a well-trained hunting dog being sent to compete against other villages’ dogs, providing entertainment for these boisterous Ancient Clansfolk.

"State your name," Fairy Gong Qin coldly demanded, scrutinizing Wu Hen.

"Wu Hen. Is your name Gong Qin? Nice to meet you," Wu Hen replied.

"You must call me by my immortal name!" Fairy Gong Qin’s tone remained cold. Her insistence on how to be addressed seemed less about arrogance and more about natural entitlement.

"Smack!"

A melon rind suddenly flew through the air, landing perfectly on Fairy Gong Qin’s head.

Despite her immense strength and almost supernatural perception, she couldn’t avoid the melon rind.

"Here, everyone is equal. Don’t bring outside hierarchies and arrogance here!" scolded the formidable Ancient Clan woman from before.

The dignified fairy looked deeply aggrieved. It was clear she was inherently proud and lofty, but since arriving here, she felt like nothing more than a firewood girl!

Chopping wood, gathering fruit, cleaning cow lice, and washing clothes!

Since birth, Gong Qin had never touched dirty water.

"Gong Qin. I am Gong Qin," she finally corrected herself, biting her silver teeth, still deeply disgruntled.

"My cultivation is low, I’m probably not your match. Can I just surrender?" Wu Hen asked.

"Absolutely not!" Gong Qin, full of frustration, saw this as a rare chance to vent on someone from the outside world and wouldn’t let it slip.

The people of the Scroll Realm might not be her match, but could she not handle another prodigy fallen into this realm?

"Wu Hen, you’re the pride of Red Snow Village. You single-handedly hunted Thunder Crossing Tai Peng. Don’t belittle yourself. You’re the best. Plus, according to our customs, if you win a public duel, you can take the losing opposite sex back home to encourage population growth among the tribes. They are from the Immortal Clan, strong physique, big hips, perfect for childbearing!" Chongli Mountain incited.

Wu Hen’s face darkened upon hearing this.

Isn’t this just asking for trouble!

"Du Mao already said humans and immortals can’t have offspring," Wu Hen retorted.

"Oh, it’s just for fun! Isn’t that even better? Youngsters nowadays don’t even want kids!" Chongli Mountain shouted back.