Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Extra update for Ming Lili’s reward

“No resin, no way to lay the stone slabs.”

“It’s fine. We’ll just lay as many as we can with what we have.”

Without resin as an adhesive, the slabs couldn’t be stuck together.

Chen Rong thought for a moment and said, “The resin left in the cellar should be enough to pave the courtyard. But for the path to White Lake, it probably won’t be enough.”

With experience from building the caves, Chen Rong could easily estimate how much resin was needed. Yadong, Shankun, and the others agreed.

Everyone knew how much resin Changxia had left in her cellar. It was enough for her courtyard, but not much more. Nuanchun and Nan Feng didn’t have any extra resin, either.

If they wanted to pave their own courtyards like Changxia, they’d have to wait until the cold season. Of course, if they were lucky, they might find a lump or two of resin near the oil trees in the forest—that’s how most of the tribe’s resin was collected anyway.

After all, they’d only just learned how to tap maple trees for sap.

Nuanchun smiled and said, “If there’s not enough resin, let’s just get the slabs ready first. We can pave the courtyards after we collect more resin in the cold season.”

“Sounds good,” Nan Feng agreed.

Actually, they could trade with other beast tribes in the Twilight Forest, but they rarely ran into anyone—unless they asked the shaman for help.

Thinking about it, Nan Feng considered making a trip to the Shaman Hall at Mount Kana.

“Changxia, collecting stone?”

“Changxia, need a hand?”

As more tribe members returned from digging up wild grass roots, they saw Changxia’s group working on the stony beach and immediately set down their baskets to help out.

Changxia had freely shared her method for making wild grass root sugar, so everyone had benefited. Seeing her collecting stone, they didn’t wait for her to ask—they all jumped in to help.

Without tools, they just used snowflake rocks to grind the slabs. It was slower, but with so many people, the pace picked up.

After two hours, they’d finished over a thousand slabs. If Changxia hadn’t insisted it was enough, the tribe probably would’ve kept working until dusk.

Changxia came over just as Shankun was carrying a basket with the twin cubs inside. The others were empty-handed.

Soon, Chen Rong and the others wove new baskets on the spot, sorted the finished slabs by size, and packed them up to carry back to Changxia’s cave. Judging by the time, there wouldn’t be enough daylight left to start paving today.

By evening, they’d carried all the slabs—over a thousand of them—back to Changxia’s courtyard, stacking them in a corner.

At first, Changxia planned to let Nuanchun and Nanfeng pick out some snowflake slates to take home. However, both of them refused, saying they’d wait until Changxia finished paving her cave courtyard, and if there were any leftovers, they’d take them then.

They were short on resin anyway, so there was no need to polish the slates for now.

There was plenty of time over the next few months—no need to rush.

“Maple Leaf, aren’t you going back to the tribe?” Nanfeng suddenly asked.

Maple Leaf froze, staring at Nanfeng with a half-smile, half-glare, murderous intent in her eyes.

Nanfeng was dumbfounded. Did she say something wrong?

In the distance, Changxia covered her mouth, stifling a laugh.

It was obvious Maple Leaf planned to go to Kongshan’s house tonight, but Nanfeng just blurted it out without thinking.

Now, Maple Leaf was both embarrassed and angry.

Sure enough—

Before Nanfeng could figure out what was happening,

Maple Leaf’s “stormy love” descended like a tidal wave.

The commotion was so loud, you’d think even the tribe on the other side could hear Nanfeng’s wails and screams.

When it came to beating people up, Maple Leaf had definitely inherited Elder Pukang’s true skills!

Wait a minute—

Maple Leaf actually was Elder Pukang’s disciple, having trained under him.

No wonder her fighting style was a perfect match.

“Changxia, aren’t you going to stop them?” Chenrong whispered.

Changxia replied quietly, “It’s fine, Maple Leaf knows what she’s doing.”

Stop them? How?

Better to sacrifice Nanfeng alone and spare the rest of them!

Didn’t you see Nuanchun scooping up her twin cubs and dragging Shankun as she dashed for their cave? She was so fast, it was as if she’d grown an extra pair of legs.

Yadong was the same, dashing home at top speed.

Maple Leaf on a rampage was no joke.

Chenrong covered his mouth, hiding his twitching lips. The females of the Heluo tribe were really fierce—his own soft, gentle mate was much safer.

At the same time, he shot Kongshan a look of sympathy.

Kongshan’s face stiffened, pretending not to see Chenrong’s pitying expression.

You chose your own mate—no matter what, you have to keep pampering her, even if it means kneeling. Besides, Maple Leaf even looked good when she was beating people up, didn’t she? Her clenched fists radiated strength, and her lithe, powerful limbs were mesmerizing.

Ahem—

Kongshan quickly looked away.

He was worried that if he stared too long, Maple Leaf would notice.

In this regard, Kongshan had plenty of experience.

“Maple Leaf, don’t hit the face!”

“Ow! I said, don’t hit the face!”

“Kongshan, help me! Take your crazy she-leopard home!”

Nanfeng was in so much pain she was babbling nonsense, screaming and wailing so loudly that the birds by White Lake scattered, and the echoes lingered. People in the tribe were probably eavesdropping, too.

“Maple Leaf, time to go home,” Kongshan reminded.

It was getting dark—not a good time for a barbecue.

There weren’t many glowstones. Suye had given Changxia a few, and Changxia had shared one each with Nanfeng and Nuanchun, keeping the rest for herself. After all, her house was big, and a few glowstones wouldn’t be enough.

At night, most tribe members used torches for light.

Of course, most people finished dinner before dark and went to bed early.

When Maple Leaf heard Kongshan, she let go of Nanfeng.

After Maple Leaf and Kongshan left, Nanfeng sat up with Changxia’s help.

Clutching her swollen cheek, Nanfeng grumbled, “Damn! That female can’t own up to what she’s done. She’s clearly found a mate but still tries to hide it—so petty. I’m definitely going to spread the word about them…”

Changxia bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

Was Nanfeng knocked silly?

If she dared say anything, Maple Leaf would absolutely beat her up again.

The title of “Number One Female of the Heluo Tribe” wasn’t just for show.

It wasn’t just about looks—Maple Leaf had real strength.

She’d made a name for herself in the Twilight Forest not because of her face, but because of her formidable fighting skills.

“Changxia—” Nanfeng looked at Changxia with wounded eyes. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

“Ahem!” Changxia looked a little embarrassed and said helplessly, “What can I say? You know how scary Maple Leaf’s fists are—it’s not like this is your first day. In the whole tribe, the only female who dares challenge Elder Pukang is Maple Leaf. You knew about her and Kongshan, and you still teased her—if you didn’t get beaten up, who would?”

“…” Nanfeng fell silent, stung by Changxia’s words.

She flopped onto the ground like a dead fish.

Chenrong covered his mouth and reminded her, “Nanfeng, it’s getting dark.”

“So what? I’m eating dinner at your place tonight, and you can’t say no.” Nanfeng sprang up, dusted herself off, and hurried into the cave courtyard ahead of Changxia and Chenrong.

She looked more like the owner of the place than they did.

Pfft—

Changxia couldn’t help but laugh, just about to say something.

But then Nanfeng, with her swollen pig-face, turned and glared at her.

In the end, Changxia could only grin and say nothing.