I'm involved in poverty alleviation in a primitive tribe.

Chapter 447 Another Possibility

“Jiang Wu…” Qiu’s voice choked with emotion, filled with deep gratitude and awe: “I…I will definitely become a warrior! Become a member of the Sirius tribe! I will not let you down!”

With trembling hands, she accepted the hibiscus flower. The branches were icy cold to the touch, as if they still carried Jiang Ning's scent.

She gripped the flower branch tightly, as if she were grasping her own destiny.

Jiang Ning's lips curled up slightly, revealing a rare smile: "Go ahead, go see what conditions are required to become a soldier. You won't have time once Bai Ya returns."

Qiu bowed respectfully again before standing up.

Her legs were still a little weak. She looked down at the hibiscus in her hand. The snowflakes on the petals shimmered faintly in the sunlight, as if guiding her.

She turned and left, her steps more determined than when she arrived.

At that moment, she finally became certain that her life was about to be completely changed.

And all of this was because of Jiang Wu; it was Jiang Wu who gave her the opportunity.

She will never forget it.

Jiang Ning stood there, watching Qiu's figure gradually disappear into the distance. Her gaze was deep and complex, as if she were pondering something.

After a long silence, the system finally couldn't help but speak: "You're quite good to her."

"I feel like she's another version of me."

Jiang Ning's gaze was somewhat profound: "Sometimes, I always think, what if I hadn't met you, what if I didn't have the talent of witchcraft, or even what if I were a slave?"

Her voice carried an indescribable meaning: "In this world, talent and birth can very well determine a person's fate in life."

“Even when they are still in their mother’s womb, I can sense which children are likely to become my shaman disciples, and the sacrifice will determine whether my people are ordinary people or become warriors.”

"While warriors can be changed through external forces, shaman disciples are chosen by heaven. Over the years, I have searched far and wide for all kinds of spiritual objects, and finally reduced the number of ordinary people in the tribe while increasing the number of warriors who have successfully awakened."

"What about the shaman disciples? If no new shaman disciples are born in the Sirius tribe, even if I am the Heavenly Shaman, there is nothing I can do."

“I know Qiu is trying to climb the social ladder by getting close to Baiya, but so what? Baiya is willing to help her, and she hasn’t broken any rules. If I were in her position, I would make the same choice. It’s not shameful to do this to survive.”

“She’s a slave, I don’t know how far she has walked to get to me. I don’t mind giving her a hand, now let’s see how high she can climb.”

Qiu will be granted special permission to enter the island in the middle of the lake, and even though she is still a slave, she will receive many preferential treatments.

She can make up for her weak body and lack of combat skills now.

If two years isn't enough to become a warrior and escape slavery, then I've misjudged you.

System: "Aren't you afraid that this will encourage others to follow suit?"

"Bai Ya isn't stupid enough to let them fool him. Besides, I need someone like that to tell the Jiang people that as long as you have the ability and skills, you can get what you want."

Jiang Ning put away the scissors, picked up a large bunch of hibiscus flowers, and walked into the house: "Besides, the rules of my Jiang Department are not just for show. Those who break the rules will naturally be punished. If they can make good use of these rules to climb up the ranks, I won't stop them. Such people will naturally have their uses."

Ultimately, this is a primitive world where competitiveness is ingrained in the bones of every tribe member. The law of the jungle is the eternal law of survival, and striving to live is their innate instinct.

This cannot be judged simply by the moral standards of modern society. The tribal people cannot even control their temper. In places she cannot see, the Jiang people are not so kind either.

This is also why she never invented anything like gunpowder; she had to educate them before giving them greater power.

Otherwise, she would bring even greater disaster to the world.

Snow-capped mountains, otter tribe.

Closer to the north, winters here are exceptionally long. Much of the ice and snow on the Nu River has melted, but the biting winds here remain fierce, sweeping everything away like roaring beasts, leaving the land still a vast expanse of white.

The otter tribe chief urged anxiously, "Witch! We can't wait any longer! Run! It'll be too late if we don't run now! As long as you're alright, we still have a chance!"

The otter tribe's settlement had long been engulfed by raging fire, with thick smoke billowing and obscuring the sky.

Their dwelling was situated in a boundless body of water, and following the otters' preference, their houses were mostly built from a type of wood that emitted a strange fragrance; at this time, they were all destroyed.

No one knows what the Jiang people did, but the flames, like a raging beast, devoured everything in their path. Wooden houses crackled and snapped in the inferno, and thatched roofs turned to ashes in an instant, scattering in the wind.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, the acrid smoke made it difficult to breathe, and the thick smoke obscured the view, as if the whole world was shrouded in chaos.

The warriors wielded their spears and stone axes in the air, the ground littered with severed limbs and corpses, blood and sweat mingling together, shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons creating a cacophony.

The battle was exceptionally fierce. Although the otter tribe's warriors were brave, the enemy's numbers were simply too great. They fell one after another, their blood staining the earth red.

After the older warrior felled one enemy, he was stabbed in the shoulder from behind by another. He groaned and staggered backward, but quickly regained his footing and continued to swing his stone axe.

His battle pet had long since died on the battlefield, but the enemy's offensive was growing ever fiercer.

Further away, the enemy's horns and roars approached like thunder, flames and blood intertwined, as if the end of the world had arrived.

It is both terrifying and despairing.

The otter tribe members ran frantically, some carrying children and searching for a way to survive, others carrying food and looking around blankly, their faces filled with fear and unease.

For so many years, their otter tribe has dominated the region. When has it ever seen such a tragic scene?

The otter tribe chief stood on a high place, anxiously scanning his surroundings.

His face was covered in soot. Although it was still a world of ice and snow outside and the weather hadn't warmed up yet, large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops, running down his cheeks, making him look dirty and disheveled.

The otter witch looked at everything before her with despair in her eyes. It was all over, everything was over. Her laughter was shrill: "Opportunity? What opportunity is there? Where can I run to?"

Chief Otter choked on his breath. Although he hadn't received any reinforcements for so long, he still refused to believe this terrible fact.