Kaelen picked up a dried Wide-Mouth flower to examine.

The flower had six petals, the long petals arranged in an alternating pattern, the edges wavy and serrated, and the tips curving slightly outward, making the mouth of the flower look like a trumpet. Perhaps this was why it was called the Wide-Mouth flower.

Even though the flower was dried, it was still very fragrant, the scent somewhat resembling a Lily, but much stronger. Looking at this petal, Kaelen remembered his unfinished soap and shampoo project. He suddenly felt a slight urge to pull his hair out.

Why was there so much work to do?!

Nyx and the two Caels woke up a while after drinking the medicinal water, but because they had only consumed meat broth and berries for a long time, their bodies were all very weak. However, just this was enough to make Jaxon’s group cry tears of joy.

Originally sitting gloomily by the fire, chatting casually with the Crimson tribe people, upon hearing the news that the three sick people in their group had woken up, the whole group immediately let loose. Quinlan finished gnawing the meat in his hand, jumped up, pointed at the striped tiger beastmen, and scolded:

"Damn it, you call this dancing? It’s an eyesore. Sit down and let us brothers show you."

"Alright, let’s see who is better than whom!"

The striped tigers laughed and scolded back, stepping down to yield the spacious clearing by the fire to Quinlan’s group. The Bird clan group immediately ran up, transformed into their beast forms, and arranged themselves into a neat formation. Mossi’s group sat below laughing heartily, striking wooden sticks together to create cheerful rhythmic beats, while the small bird beastmen group in the clearing also spread their wings and fanned their tails, swaying to the music. Every movement of theirs was perfectly synchronized, not a single person out of step.

Not to mention, it looked extremely beautiful.

The audience below clapped thunderously, howling and cheering continuously. A few Bird clan Sub-Beasts of the Crimson tribe even evaluated Quinlan’s group’s choreography, whispering to each other about who was the best dancer.

The children of the two tribes even unconsciously stood up, twisting their bodies to their dance steps.

Jaxon watched the joyful scene before him, moisture welling up in his eye sockets. Zephyr patted his shoulder, smiling comfortingly. Jaxon nodded to his mate, signaling for Zephyr to just sit with everyone, while he himself went to Collins’s place.

For gatherings like this, Collins usually only showed his face for a while before retreating; after all, he didn’t like the noise. Jaxon entered Collins’s tent, carrying two large animal hide bundles in his hands, which were the things they had taken turns carrying all along the way. He opened the animal hide bundles, placing the contents inside onto the stone table.

Collins was stunned: "These are..." He couldn’t help but step closer to get a better look, stretching out a hand to pick up a ceramic bowl, exclaiming in shock: "Fired clay bowls?!"

Jaxon nodded, signaling Collins to calm down, then opened the smaller bundle, placing each shiny bowl and pot onto the table. The ceramic bowls clinked against each other, striking Collins’s heart, making it pound like a war drum. The fired clay bowl in his hand was already a precious item, yet what Jaxon had just taken out was a hundred thousand times better than this one.

Collins tremblingly set the clay bowl down, then cautiously picked up a ceramic bowl, carefully observing it. The surface of this bowl couldn’t be considered perfectly smooth, occasionally still having a few small air bubbles, but it absolutely didn’t affect its overall value. The bowl’s surface was shiny, its body a light brown color, with a few wavy pinkish-purple lines resembling rolling mountains. At the bottom of the bowl, there was also a pattern of a bird holding a flower in its beak, looking very exotic.

Collins, afraid he would tremble too much and break the bowl, carefully set it down, then sat down and asked Jaxon:

"Have you guys successfully made these things? Could this be the reason you were targeted by Cipher?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Jaxon shook his head: "No, they targeted the warrior beastman training method passed down to us by the Beast City. As you know, among the tribes in this Southern Continent, only Obsidian has produced the most warrior beastmen, and reaching very high ranks at that, leading to countless people coveting it.

This fired pottery was made by Kaelen, it seems the boy has received an inheritance from the Beast God. We could only bring away this much, but we have grasped all the core methods; as long as we find the right materials and a suitable location, we can start making them immediately.

However, you also know, the Beast God has bestowed it upon us, but we must have the capability to keep it. What should be done, think it over carefully. I am now a person of Crimson; in all matters, I put Crimson first."

Collins looked complexly at the pile of fired clay bowls and shiny bowls on the table, falling into deep thought. Jaxon knew he was hesitating and immediately brought out the fatal strike.

Those were Kaelen’s drawings on sheepskin parchment and tree bark paper, including the practice sketches he had hidden under the hollow of his stone bed. The ignorant tribesmen didn’t know about these things; he had managed to snatch them before leaving.

Jaxon showed Collins the housing design blueprints, saying: "We had only just made square fired pottery (bricks) and flat fired pottery (tiles), but before we could do anything, Kaelen went missing. After that, I was disappointed with those idiots, so I didn’t let people make anymore. Now that pile of square fired pottery in the tribe is practically useless; without Kaelen, they won’t know what they are used for."

He took out many other blueprints, introducing their uses to Collins one by one. Finally, he took a stack of tree bark paper, mysteriously telling Collins to come closer: "Look at this, have you ever seen a city floating in the air like this? Look at this, have you ever seen this creature?"

The stack of tree bark paper Jaxon showed Collins was exactly Kaelen’s practice sketches. The city in the sky was the Magic City from his previous life, and the strange creatures were all non-human characters he had seen on the internet in his past life. There were beautiful Elves, wise Dwarves, and fierce Divine Dragons; there were also beastmen, but there were many bizarre races they had never seen before. For example, a race with a human upper body and a four-legged beast lower body (Centaurs); or a human upper body and a snake tail lower body (Nagas).

In his free time, Kaelen even amused himself by drawing weapons from League of Legends. These drawings were pitifully simple, not even colored or having lighting effects drawn in, but just this much was enough to terrify these primitive people.

Jaxon said in a low voice: "I guess this is the place where the Gods reside, and Kaelen was once summoned by the Gods, which is why he knows so much. I don’t even dare to mention this existence to my own mate."

Collins went through them all with a fearful mood, then gritted his teeth and said to Jaxon: "Burn them all. Tell Kaelen not to draw these things ever again."

"Why?"

"Just your tiny little tribe alone has already caused so much trouble; tell me, if this thing is exposed, can our old bones protect the boy? You must know that the Beastman continent is not a unified entity."

Jaxon immediately understood the problem. Without another word, he took the pile of papers from Collins’s hands and threw them into the fire. The two leaders of the two tribes continued to discuss fired pottery and houses made of fired pottery, as if the people who had just burned a heaven-shaking secret weren’t them.

The descending dew became heavier and heavier. The bonfire in the center of the tribe also gradually died down. Everyone began to disperse, each returning to their own homes to rest so they could continue working tomorrow.

Sane lowered the tent flap, put out some of the fire burning in the tent, then got into bed and pulled Kaelen into his embrace, saying softly:

"Everyone is here now, you can rest easy."

Kaelen nodded, then remembered something he hadn’t had time to tell Sane, and sat up abruptly: [Sane, I discovered a salt mine!]

"Huh? What did you say? What mine?" Sane looked at him blankly, his brain somewhat unable to keep up.

[It’s salt, right in this valley. I don’t know if it’s large or not, but I’m certain it is a salt mine.]

Sane took a deep breath, feeling something clog up in his chest. From ancient times to the present, salt had always been a scarce resource; in the entire Southern Continent, only the Hollow tribe had salt. Sane had never dared to think that salt would be so close to Obsidian.

"This matter is very important, Kaelen. A salt mine is something that absolutely cannot be revealed. We are not as large and strong as Hollow, nor do we have mid-tier warrior beastmen like them. If this matter gets out, the name Crimson will disappear from the beastman continent forever."

Kaelen’s face turned slightly pale, secretly feeling lucky that he hadn’t told anyone about this today. Sane affectionately kissed his forehead, pulled him down to lie back, and patted him comfortingly:

"Don’t worry, tomorrow I will discuss this matter with Priest Collins. It’s very late, go to sleep, didn’t you say there’s a lot of work to do tomorrow?"

Kaelen nodded, nuzzled his nose into Sane’s chest, then remembered the matter about the magic stones: [Hey, when you guys hunt magical beasts, do you often pick up the sparkling stones inside their heads?]

Sane said: "We do, but they have no use. The Gray Wolf clan beastmen often used meat to trade for them with us, saying that their Sub-Beasts really liked those stones."

[The Gray Wolf clan under that old man Moharm?]

"Yeah. The old Gray Wolf clan of the Obsidian tribe didn’t have many people left either; Moer’s branch was already the last one. Most of the current Gray Wolf clan joined midway." The Obsidian tribe truly fit the saying "leading wolves into the house" perfectly.

Kaelen nodded, practically understanding everything clearly.

These spies knew full well that the Obsidian tribe beastmen didn’t understand the value of magic stones, so they took advantage of the opportunity to hoard them from their hands. No wonder Cipher, from a small and scattered tribe, could grow as strong as they were now; it was entirely thanks to the magic stones taken from the heads of magical beasts.

The demonic nature within the magic stones was very berserk. Those Cipher people definitely wouldn’t dare to absorb them directly, otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to steal Obsidian’s training manual. But they could use them as a type of currency, exchanging them for resources and manpower from higher-tier cities.

As long as resources were plentiful and manpower was abundant, whichever tribe they wanted to attack, they just needed to focus on wearing that tribe down and then deal a fatal strike.