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

Jiang Ning returned to the cave and began to meditate. Many people had been injured this time, and she wanted to restore her witch power as much as possible to heal them.

White light gradually converged towards her, and through the compression of the beast's teeth, it flowed into her body.

Along the way, Beast Fang also worked hard to help her restore her magical power, and now she had some magical power within her. However, compared to meditation, the speed was too slow, and she needed to recover as soon as possible.

The next day, when Jiang Ning arrived at the square, the shaman had already begun treating the wounded warriors.

Jiang Ning blushed slightly. She had traveled for so long and had been on edge the whole time, yet she had arrived later than Wu.

The witch smiled at her, not blaming her.

The witch smiled at her, not blaming her, but comforting her, saying, "Don't worry, I'm here for you. There's still a battle waiting for you, so don't overwork yourself."

Jiang Ning felt a warm current surge into her heart. The shaman had no children of his own, but he treated every member of his tribe as his own child.

She also stepped forward to treat the warriors. Qingyun was seriously injured. The weapons used by the Clam Tribe were knives made from clam shells, which were hard and sharp. Qingyun's left arm was cut off at the root.

Jiang Ning's heart ached terribly. In the past, Qingyun was like a boulder, always taking care of the children in the tribe whenever he had free time.

She and Wu were raised by Qingyun, and many of her combat skills and hunting experience were taught to her by Qingyun.

Now, he has lost an arm. She knows Qingyun's courage and strength, and naturally knows how big a blow it is for him to lose an arm.

Qingyun smiled at Jiang Ning, "It's alright, I still have one hand! I'm getting old too, so I'll stay in the tribe to take care of Mao and the others, that's fine too."

Jiang Ning mustered her spirits to treat him, not daring to let him see her sadness again. She had already treated Qingyun while they were outside.

However, there were too many injured people, and she needed to take care of each one, so she didn't have much magical power to spare for him.

Jiang Ning simply stopped the bleeding and then slightly repaired the wound.

Qingyun's wound is still very gruesome. Although the bleeding has stopped, the skin around the wound is red and swollen, and the pus and blood are mixed together, emitting a foul smell.

Jiang Ning took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. She channeled her magical power and placed her hand close to Qingyun's wound. Her magical power was warm and gentle, bringing a touch of coolness to Qingyun's wound.

She focused her mind and poured her magical power into Qingyun's wound.

Jiang Ning's face gradually turned pale; such a wound was greatly depleting her magical power. But she did not stop.

After a period of treatment, Qingyun's wound began to heal. The pus was drained, the redness and swelling subsided, and new skin tissue began to grow.

Jiang Ning was relieved.

After a whole morning of treatment, everyone's injuries were finally taken care of. Jiang Ning felt a little exhausted, while Wu had already been sent back to the cave to rest.

He is not good at healing, and to heal wounded warriors, he would need to expend more magical power.

The hunting teams that were away also rushed back. They had heard about the incident from their tribesmen and were furious. They all began sharpening their weapons, eager to rush to the clam tribe and have a battle.

After letting the warriors who had just returned rest and adjust their condition, Hongyue led twenty-one warriors to the witch's cave. These were warriors who had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time.

Jiang Ning's parents, Qingpan, and Puye were also among them.

The soldiers sat on the ground in silence. They knew what they were there to do.

"Alright! Let's begin!" Wu shouted, his voice echoing across the open space.

Following the shaman's command, the warriors began to ingest the strange bones. These bones were smooth, pure white, and seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power.

Their bodies began to tremble, as if struck by a powerful force. The power of the alien bones began to spread within them, causing them unprecedented pain.

Their faces showed pain, but they gritted their teeth and persevered, refusing to give in.

The shaman stood aside, observing everything with a cold eye. This was a process the warriors had to go through; only through this process could they obtain the power brought by the alien bones.

The soldiers' bodies trembled more and more violently, and their faces began to turn pale.

But they persevered, refusing to give up.

The situation with the Clam Tribe is urgent; only by constantly becoming stronger can they protect their tribe.

People occasionally couldn't withstand the power of the alien bones, and Jiang Ning and Wu would step forward in time to protect them by circulating their magical power.

As time passed, the soldiers' bodies began to change. Their muscles became stronger and more powerful, and their eyes became sharper and more determined.

Finally, their bodies stopped trembling, and their expressions of pain gradually disappeared.

In summer, they dressed lightly, with most soldiers wearing only animal skin trousers. Some had their chest emblems gradually change from cyan to green, signifying that they had successfully advanced to become level two soldiers.

They felt a powerful force surging within them, as if they could easily kill a strange, skeletal beast.

As everyone's bodies gradually calmed down, some people opened their eyes. Those who successfully broke through showed joyful smiles, while those who failed were not saddened; they were very close to breaking through, and perhaps, with just a few more battles, they could smoothly become level two warriors.

Jiang Ning looked at everyone. This time, a total of eleven people successfully broke through to become level two warriors. Combined with the three level two warriors that the tribe already had, the tribe's strength could be said to have increased exponentially.

Tribal Square.

This time, hunting teams one, two, and three attacked the clam tribe together, while team four stayed behind to defend the tribe.

All three hunting teams sat atop Sirius, gripping their weapons and ready to go.

The shaman stood at the front and said, "In this attack on the Clam Tribe, the first-level warriors will fight against the Clam Tribe warriors. If the Clam Tribe warriors are unable to fight, spare their lives and do not kill them. The second-level warriors must capture their shaman and chief as quickly as possible."

Many people are puzzled: why not kill them at this time?

The shaman continued, "If the shaman of the Clam tribe is willing to offer his shamanic seal, then bring them back. From now on, the Clam tribe will be our vassal tribe."

Everyone was in an uproar; they couldn't understand why the shaman would make such a decision.

Jiang Ning took a deep breath and urged Bai Ya to walk to the witch's side. She couldn't hide under the witch's wing forever.

"Fellow tribesmen, this is my decision," Jiang Ning said. "If the Clam Tribe is willing to offer up the Witch Seal, the Heavenly Wolf River will no longer be able to threaten the safety of our tribesmen."

“Jiang Wu! I do not wish to go against your will, but the Clam Tribe killed my father. I cannot accept such people as my own people!” The speaker was Tun, whose father was a warrior in the hunting team and died in a battle with the Clam Tribe hunting team.

His eyes were filled with sadness and anger, making it impossible to ignore his thoughts.

“Yes! Us too!” Other members of the tribe who had lost their families, just like the pig, chimed in.