Chapter 1355 - 1405 Worm Fight
After a comfortable night’s sleep until dawn, the Miao Village became lively. Li Yifei and Na Yi got up, enjoyed the services of his young wife. Once Li Yifei was dressed and Na Yi was ready, they went out together and, after having breakfast with Bunong, saw people from the other seven Miao Villages arriving through the dew.
Everyone was very enthusiastic when they saw Li Yifei, and he greeted or embraced them warmly in return. Li Yifei had won over these simple Miao People with his strength, and now enjoyed their enthusiasm and support. Currently, Li Yifei held great prestige among the Miao People, especially among the young, where his words might even carry more weight than those of the clan chiefs of various villages. Particularly since he generously shared his skills with the young Miao People, who then spread it within their villages, winning further admiration.
Today was a big day, concerning the future life of the White Miao People, so even more people came. Just looking at the dark crowd, there must have been hundreds. Most were robust young Miao men, in their twenties and thirties, carrying bows and arrows, with Miao knives at the waist, or holding meticulously made wooden sticks. Although it was a Worm Fight, everyone felt they should not lose momentum.
Several clan chiefs stood together, looking at the large crowd of clansmen with serious expressions. They had the surprise element of Li Yifei, which increased their chances of winning. However, until the contest was over, the result was uncertain, especially since those Black Miao People had outside help.
Once assembled, Bunong took a few steps forward, and as soon as he raised his hand, the whole area fell silent, and all eyes were on him.
"Let’s go!" Bunong simply said two words, and together with other clan chiefs, walked out of the village. Li Yifei and Na Yi followed, with hundreds of Miao People automatically and orderly following behind, without any confusion. After walking some distance, someone started singing a Miao Song, and hundreds of men sang along loudly, creating a spectacular atmosphere. This reminded Li Yifei of scenes from when he first joined the army, with hundreds or even more people marching, chanting slogans, and undergoing intensive training.
His heart swelled with emotion. Li Yifei held Na Yi’s hand, adjusting himself to an optimal state.
The Holy Land was vast, appearing in the distance as two mountains and a gorge. The gorge was spacious; even with hundreds of people lined up, it didn’t seem crowded. Continuing into the gorge, Bunong and the others didn’t stop until they’d walked a long way, finally halting at the center of the gorge.
In fact, the Holy Land wasn’t heavily guarded, but usually, neither White Miao nor Black Miao people often came here. Individuals like Na Yi, who recklessly ran in to make friends with butterflies, were rare. The place held the beliefs of these reclusive Miao people, so even the more malevolent Black Miao dared not disturb their ancestors’ peace lightly.
Miao Gorge was significant not only because of the possibility of high-level worms, such as the Worm King Xiaowu that Na Yi obtained, but also because whoever controlled the place allowed their clan chiefs to be buried here after death, to keep company with ancestors and deities, and to serve the spirits posthumously.
Therefore, the Black Miao had always longed for this Holy Land. Forty years ago, during intense disputes, someone unilaterally declared it the domain of the White Miao people.