This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 503 - 307: Preparations of the Great High Priest

The Seven-Colored Mushroom successfully overcame its tribulation and was reborn anew, causing all the mushrooms in the Mushroom Forest to instinctively cheer.

They swayed, danced, and emitted lights of various colors, making the entire Mushroom Forest celebratory.

"Roar!"

The Turtle God lowered its head to look at the already divine Seven-Colored Mushroom, and then it let out a threatening roar towards the totem gods of those small tribes, before retracting its protective shield and leaving the airspace above the Mushroom Forest.

"Pop..."

In the Mushroom Forest, next to the already divine Seven-Colored Mushroom, a small mushroom emerged from the soil and grew rapidly.

This mushroom was also seven-colored. As soon as it appeared, it emitted an incredibly enticing fragrance, causing all the living beings outside the Mushroom Forest to salivate madly.

This mushroom was the companion mushroom after the Mushroom God's tribulation and rebirth.

Unlike the Mushroom God's extremely poisonous body, the companion mushroom was completely non-toxic and contained a large amount of divine material, making it a true tonic.

Once the companion mushroom had finished growing, a rainbow-colored light enveloped it, lifted it from the ground, and brought it to the Turtle God.

The Mushroom God said, "This is the item I promised you earlier, as thanks to the Turtle God for guarding me."

The Turtle God sniffed the Seven-Colored Mushroom, then tentatively took a small bite. Once certain it was non-toxic, it immediately devoured the whole mushroom.

The nearby totem gods from the small tribes showed expressions of envy and jealousy. With the Seven-Colored Mushroom having become divine and its companion mushroom eaten by the Turtle God, there was no point in staying any longer.

The totem gods of those small tribes turned around to leave, taking their respective Warriors with them.

The Turtle God leisurely finished eating the companion mushroom, felt a rush of potent medicinal power flowing within, and was immensely satisfied.

"You are a mushroom that keeps its promises. I hope our Mountain Turtle Tribe and Mushroom Forest can continue to get along harmoniously as before. Farewell."

Content, the Turtle God turned to leave, and the people of the Mountain Turtle Tribe hurried to follow.

Jiang Xuan, seeing the excitement had ended, also rode his Tang Yuan to leave, pondering whether he could make some direct trades with the Mushroom God in the future.

Once everyone departed, the Mushroom Forest returned to its usual tranquility.

After the Seven-Colored Mushroom became divine, all the magic mushrooms gained some benefits. Perhaps, in the future, some mushrooms might continue to evolve.

...

The Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

On October 6th, after an entire autumn of hard work, the Vine Tribe finally harvested all the crops in the fields and repaired all the houses within the tribe.

The Vine Tribe's annual Autumn Great High Priest festival was about to happen.

This year's autumn festival was different from usual because the population of the Vine Tribe had exceeded ten thousand. Whether Jiang Xuan acknowledged it or not, in the eyes of other tribes, the Vine Tribe had become an unquestionable major tribe.

Since it's a major tribe, the festival's standards must rise; they can't always use the standards of a medium-sized tribe to worship the Vine God.

Therefore, Jiang Xuan paid extra attention to this year's Autumn Great High Priest festival and had instructed the tribe members to prepare various offerings well in advance.

In the courtyard, Jiang Xuan seriously said to Chi Shao:

"Besides our tribe members, we also need to invite the leaders of the subordinate tribes to this year's Great High Priest festival."

"Why?" Chi Shao was somewhat puzzled, as she had no experience with such matters.

"Inviting them to the festival will show them the strength of our Vine Tribe, enhancing their sense of identity with the Vine Tribe, and expressing our trust in them, making them more loyal."

"This Great High Priest festival is crucial for the Vine Tribe. Besides the subordinate tribes, we should also invite friendly tribes to witness together."

"Witness what?" Chi Shao was a bit excited, vaguely guessing what Jiang Xuan was about to say, but still hoped to hear it firsthand.

Jiang Xuan spoke slowly, "Witness our Vine Tribe officially becoming a major tribe!"

"A major tribe..."

Chi Shao murmured these three words, feeling as if she was dreaming and floating among the clouds.

Establishing a major tribe is the dream of every tribe member, and Chi Shao was no exception.

But when the day truly arrives, Chi Shao found it hard to believe; she feared it was merely a dream and worried that the dream might end.

She held Jiang Xuan's hand, saying, "Xuan, is this all real?"

Jiang Xuan patted the back of Chi Shao's hand with his other hand, saying, "Of course it's real. Our Vine God is already a great god, our population has exceeded ten thousand, we now have five subordinate tribes, countless food and supplies, a bustling trading area, an industrial area, and a fleet..."

"Taking all aspects into consideration, we are indeed a true major tribe now."

After listening to Jiang Xuan's words, Chi Shao finally realized that the Vine Tribe had already unconsciously grown into a truly formidable presence.

Chi Shao wiped her moist eyes and said, "I need to go and prepare well; the Great High Priest festival can't tolerate any carelessness."

Jiang Xuan watched Chi Shao walk hurriedly into the house, then heard the sound of rummaging through cupboards, clearly intent on showcasing her best possessions on the day of the festival.

Jiang Xuan smiled and then turned around to check on the preparations for the offerings elsewhere.

...

October 9th, clear skies.

In the morning, Jiang Xuan carved the word "Great High Priest festival" onto the Calendar Bamboo Slips and then put them away. After a simple wash, he stepped out the door.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the whole Vine Tribe was already bustling as all the tribe members worked busily preparing for the approaching festival.

By yesterday, the entire tribe had been cleaned spotlessly; there wasn't even a single weed to be seen.

This morning, there were tribe members drawing water everywhere, and everyone wore cheerful smiles.

Whether they liked bathing or not, today everyone had to wash scrupulously clean, put on their best Beast Hide Clothing, wear their finest accessories, and carefully paint their Totem Patterns on their faces.

"I don't want to wash, I don't want to wash..."

A child who disliked bathing shouted as they raced off.

Just as Jiang Xuan was passing by, he reached out and caught the running child, asking them with a smile, "Do you want to become a Warrior?"

"I do!"

The child's eyes lit up at the mention of "becoming a Warrior," nodding enthusiastically like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Today is the Great High Priest festival, and those who don't bathe will never become Warriors in the future."

"Ah... Really?"

"Of course, would the leader lie to you?"

The child immediately shouted, "Let me go back to bathe; I want to become a Warrior!"

"Haha, go back and wash thoroughly."

Jiang Xuan released the child, watching them dash home, amused.

These children were the tribe's future hope.

...

A few days ago, I was taken away by the Big Horned Sheep and still haven't fully recovered, but I should be fine in a few days.