Naming Technique of the Night

It was surprising that the warm river water actually didn't have the smell of sulfur. Xiao Yiyi saw women fetching water from the river and returning home, suggesting that the entire Fire Pit Tribe's domestic water came from this source. In the valley plains, there stood rows of wooden houses that looked rather delicate. People in the houses saw the convoy returning through the windows and happily ran outside, including both young people and children. The convoy hadn't stopped yet and was just moving slowly. The people were jumping and laughing around it, curiously sizing up the unfamiliar face in the wagon, Qin Yiyi. The elders and women of the Fire Pit Tribe stood in place, laughing merrily. The elder who had led the team to Area 002 of the Taboo Land got off the vehicle and hurried toward the depths of the valley plain, to the dwelling of the great elder. He had to report the strange occurrences from the Taboo Land to the great elder. "Brother Gyatso, who is that girl behind?" a child asked the God's Child, looking at him. God's Child Gyatso leaned his arm on the car window and smiled, "That's a girl who wanted to come to the Fire Pit but got lost in the snow mountains." The child who had asked the question glanced at God's Child Gyatso and then at Qin Yiyi in the rear of the wagon, as if struck by curiosity, "Brother, she is so beautiful." Gyatso stretched his hand outside the window and ruffled the child's hair with a smile, "You're just a little calf, what do you know about beauty?" To the aesthetic standards of the Federation people, Qin Yiyi wasn't considered particularly beautiful, merely because her skin was on the darker side and there were a few faint freckles beside her nose. The Federal people favored whiteness and would even apply thick makeup to make their skin appear pure white during grand festivals. But to the Fire Pit people, Qin Yiyi was extremely beautiful, one of the rare beauties. Thinking this, God's Child Gyatso wanted to sneak a glance back at Qin Yiyi, but he refrained. The child looked directly at Qin Yiyi and bluntly asked, "Sister, do you have someone you like? If not, can you wait for me to grow up and marry you?" Qin Yiyi looked at the kid next to the carriage, topped with agate ornaments, and thought for a moment before saying, "I do." "Alright then, I'll go ask A'zhen next door," the little rascal said, somewhat disappointed. Qin Yiyi couldn't help but smile wryly. Was romance in this tribe so casual? Meanwhile, Qin Yiyi, sitting in the wagon, suddenly felt a palpitation. She silently gazed toward a house in the distance, with a Fire Pit in front that flickered with flames despite the absence of wood. The Fire Pit was made of black stones piled up neatly, it was unclear where the stones had come from, but they were so pure and flawless in their blackness. For some reason, after just one glance at the Fire Pit, Qin Yiyi was certain that the source of the palpitations came from there. As the convoy continued deeper into the valley plains, those palpitations grew increasingly intense. At this time, the convoy leader elder had already lifted the tent curtain and entered the great elder's house. An old man sat on the carpet with his eyes closed in meditation, and as he meditated, he began to doze off a bit. "Ah Da, I'm back," the convoy leader elder said, patting the dust off himself, "Qing's main house has broken their promise. I brought so much Feng Junhua pollen but couldn't last until the person they wanted to kill entered deep into the Taboo Land." The old man slowly opened his eyes, "Have you contacted them?" "I did," said the convoy leader elder, looking puzzled, "After our mission failed, we stayed in the Federation territory for a few more days, and only discovered from their news that the person Qing's main house wanted us dead had already died. But everyone is saying it was us who killed him... Qing's main house also delivered the weapons to the Wilderness people as they promised." The elder thought for a moment, "Isn't that good?" "It is good," the convoy leader elder said in confusion, "but the thing is, we didn't do it. I always feel there's something fishy about it." "There's nothing fishy about it, Yangcuo. Life is about being confused at times... What you gain inadvertently might just be what God wants to bestow upon you," the old man mumbled vaguely. "Alright then," the convoy leader elder Yangcuo said with a pained smile, "Thank God." At this very moment, Qing Chen didn't yet know that he had inadvertently become a deity of the Fire Pit Tribe. If he knew, he might actually find it quite thrilling. However, while they were speaking, a heat wave erupted outside, lifting the curtain off the great elder's door. A glint of light shone in the great elder's eyes as he looked through the open tent curtain toward the exterior Fire Pit, where a strange girl was slowly approaching. As the girl drew nearer, the flames in the Fire Pit became more vigorous. The convoy leader Yangcuo hadn't realized what was happening when the great elder, who was originally frail, now shot beside the Fire Pit as swiftly as Thunder. The great elder observed the flames carefully, and an outline of a person appeared within them. That person was none other than Qin Yiyi. Yet, the Qin Yiyi in the flames no longer wore a tattered leather jacket, but stood defiantly, like a war god, with a Long Knife in her hand. The great elder turned to glance at the Long Knife that hung on the wall in his own house, finding it identical to the one revealed in the flames, "It's over, God told me to send a knife! My knife!" The next moment, the image in the flames changed, and totem markings began to appear on the girl's body. The great elder was taken aback, "An external God's Child!" He stared astonished at Qin Yiyi across from him, while mysterious black totem markings continued to spread on her body.