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

As evening fell, all the members of the Sirius tribe silently gathered in the square, each holding a burning torch in their hand. Their faces were heavy with sorrow, and no one spoke.

The tribesmen had already carried the fallen warriors and wolves to the pile of firewood, and their bodies were carefully laid together.

The tribe practices cremation to prevent their bodies from being eaten by wild animals.

The shaman waved his staff and walked slowly around the woodpile, chanting ancient incantations, hoping that the souls of the fallen warriors and Sirius would find peace.

As the shaman's incantations grew louder, the atmosphere in the entire square became increasingly solemn. All the tribespeople bowed their heads, silently praying for the fallen warriors and the Heavenly Wolf.

Then, all the tribespeople, each holding a torch, walked to the center of the square. Even the infants who couldn't walk yet were held by their parents, who helped them hold a torch.

They raised their torches high and threw them together at the pile of firewood. As the torches were lit, the huge pile of firewood began to burn, and the firelight illuminated the entire square in the darkness, reflecting on the faces of every member of the tribe.

As the fire burned, the heavy atmosphere was finally broken. Someone finally cried out, a release of long-suppressed emotions.

The cry seemed to open a floodgate of emotion, and the other tribesmen joined in the weeping. Their tears slid down their cheeks, reflecting the firelight and revealing their inner pain and sorrow.

Jiang Ning looked back and felt that the entire square was shrouded in sorrow and grief. Those once resolute people of her tribe were now shedding tears, their faces filled with pain and reluctance.

Jiang Ning was also filled with grief; she knew these people were mourning their deceased loved ones. Looking at the weeping crowd, she too felt an overwhelming sorrow. She wanted to comfort them, but found herself powerless to do so.

The shaman seemed completely unaffected, continuing to chant incantations. He said the fire was not strong enough to burn completely and needed the shaman's power to enhance it.

As dawn broke, the fire went out, and it was a new day.

The tribesmen stood in the square all night. The ashes from the burning were carefully collected by their relatives. These ashes would be taken back and buried next to their caves, as if the people were still by their side, protecting the land and the tribe together.

The sun came out, and sunlight streamed through the clouds onto the square. The tribespeople began cleaning up the site.

Life goes on.

Jiang Ning took Hongyue and the others to the Tianlang River again, where they had dumped the giant tree they had carried back yesterday.

They repaired the branches on the main trunk, and Jiang Ning found a relatively high spot on the riverbank where they laid the giant trees across the water to build a simple wooden bridge.

The people from the opposite clam tribe saw their commotion and came to help.

These wooden bridges are not technically sophisticated; they often use fallen giant trees in the jungle as paths, trampling them underfoot.

Jiang Ning went up and walked around; although it wasn't very sturdy, it was still usable.

Most of the people in the Sirius tribe are landlubbers, so we need to teach them to swim to prevent them from having to rely on the Clam tribe for future water battles, which is unacceptable.

Upon reaching the other side, the people of the Clam Tribe were still somewhat hesitant to face the people of the Sky Wolf Tribe. Jiang Ning waved for them to retreat and then led Hongyue and the others around.

The Clam Tribe has already started digging caves, and some are even following the example of the Sirius Tribe, planning to dig a large lake. After all, the Sirius River is quite a distance from their cave dwellings, which is indeed inconvenient for a tribe that relies on water for survival.

Accompanied by the chief, the clam shaman stepped forward and asked, "Shaman Jiang, is there anything you need us to do?"

"It's nothing, we're just looking around." Jiang Ning glanced around and then asked, "Is your hunting team willing to hunt the strange-boned beasts?"

The clam shaman was startled. "This... our warriors are only good at fighting in water, and there are indeed not many ferocious beasts in the water."

“I know, would you like to hunt ferocious beasts in the jungle? Our Sirius hunting grounds are all on the other side of the river. The forest where you live now is not yet owned. If you are willing to hunt ferocious beasts, this forest is just right.”

“Jiang Wu, it’s not that we’re unwilling, but if we send our warriors out to hunt ferocious beasts, our people will starve to death.” The Clam Tribe now only has its chieftain as a level two warrior, and the chieftain is to stay behind to guard the tribe.

Jiang Ning looked at the opposite bank and said, "You saw it when you came. The opposite bank is full of food grown by our Tianlang tribe. It is because of these that we can send our warriors out to hunt ferocious beasts."

Clam Witch's eyes lit up; he had naturally seen it, but since Jiang Witch didn't say anything, he didn't dare to ask.

“Your tribe is too weak right now; such a tribe is of no use to me. Moreover, I need pearls with better antidotes, so I can only improve the strength of your Clam Tribe. I can teach you what we cultivate, but you must hand over 30% of the ferocious beasts you hunt to the Sky Wolf Tribe.”

She could certainly make them hand over everything, but she couldn't possibly go through the trouble of subjugating a tribe only to let them starve to death; that would be a waste of time.

Hongyue and the others did not object, since the Clam Tribe had already offered up the Witch Seal, and the entire tribe was under Jiang Ning's control.

Now that things have come to this, they all understand that if the strength of the Clam Tribe can be greatly improved, it will also enhance the strength of the Sky Wolf Tribe.

After hearing this, the clam shaman silently pondered in his heart that the biggest problem for the tribes living in this area was the lack of food.

If they no longer have to worry about food for their tribe, and the warriors can use ferocious beasts to enhance their strength, just look at how quickly the Sky Wolf Tribe's strength has increased. This is definitely a good thing for the Clam Tribe.

He exchanged a glance with the chief of the clam tribe, both seeing the same answer in each other's eyes. He hadn't expected joining the Sirius tribe to turn misfortune into a blessing.

When he did the divination, he foresaw that the surrounding tribes would disappear because of the rise of the Sirius tribe. Could it be that this disappearance was not the annihilation he thought it would be, but rather that the tribe would belong to the Sirius tribe?

His heart skipped a beat. If that were the case, then what had he done? Did all those fallen soldiers really die because of him?

Last night, the Sirius tribe across the way kept their bonfires burning, and the firelight shone brightly in the darkness.

Having been neighbors in this area for so long, they naturally know what the Sirius tribe is doing.

However, the warriors of the Clam Tribe who died were probably devoured by wild beasts in the jungle long ago, so even if they wanted to offer sacrifices, they could no longer do anything for those fallen warriors.

At this moment, the Clam Witch finally bowed in genuine submission: "Thank you for Jiang Witch's mercy! Thank you for the mercy of the Sirius Tribe! The Clam Tribe swears in the name of our ancestors that we will forever be loyal to the Sirius Tribe! We will never betray them!"