Lin Yun had never expected that his casual metaphor in his mind would actually lead to Jingzhe attacking Qingming.

He was fishing in troubled waters on the mountain, not showing his full strength, but he had just shot an arrow at a rabbit and missed when suddenly, a tremendous clap of thunder resounded.

Guyu and Yushui both turned in astonishment towards the gathering clouds.

In this world, there was no natural precipitation; all rain was summoned by the Gods using Divine Power. There are four Divine Envoys in the Spring Tribe who control the rain.

Qingming, Guyu, and Yushui, the three who tried to leave the tribe, were all Divine Envoys responsible for rain, leaving only Li Chun who could also perform rain-summoning magic. Otherwise, if all the rain-controlling Divine Envoys left, the tribe leader would never agree.

Today was not supposed to be a day for rain, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to rain over the residential area. The Divine Power of the Divine Envoys was precious, especially the power used to summon rain, which could not be wasted. Who was using Divine Power now?

Guyu would not usually overthink, but Lin Yun had mentioned earlier that if Jingzhe did not stop, there might be a twist.

At that time, she didn’t take it seriously. She had been with Jingzhe for many years and knew his personality very well: greedy, cowardly, sly, and cunning.

Cowardice was his biggest flaw, so where did he get the courage?

But seeing the flashes of lightning and thunder in the tribe, the rising wind and surging clouds, Guyu also had a bad premonition.

"Let’s go back!"

Guyu made the right decision, and Yushui followed her down the mountain. However, by the time they arrived to help, it was too late. When they returned to the tribe, they saw the decapitated body of Qingming.

Not only that, the able-bodied men who hadn’t gone hunting but were already determined to leave together were also piled up.

This sight, even Lin Yun couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

He hadn’t expected the villagers to be so ruthless.

This was truly a case where the countryside was treacherous and people’s hearts were even more complex!

Guyu, looking at this scene, was immediately consumed by shock and regret.

She had never expected the tribe leader and Jingzhe to be so merciless, watching young people filled with dreams and hopes dying at the hands of their own people. Guyu’s anger was about to ignite her entire being.

And now, she was filled with even more regret.

Lin Yun had warned her before, but she had never quite believed him. The tribe leader’s word was law, and Jingzhe was a coward to be unfeared; now, the harsh reality had slapped her hard in the face.

"Why!"

Guyu shouted her question, and the able-bodied men with her gripped their weapons tightly. They were supposed to go hunting, and it was fortunate they had their weapons for self-defense.

The old tribe leader still leaned on his staff, and his squinted eyes finally opened.

"Your choice could bring those following you to a point of no return."

"So you killed them?"

Guyu finally knew who to confront.

Without the tribe leader’s instructions, how could Jingzhe dare to be so wildly presumptuous?

"Staying here, falling leaves return to their roots, is better than going outside, living as prey to others, and dying with no resting place for one’s spirit."

The old tribe leader’s words were utterly specious; Guyu trembled with fury.

Was this some kind of bandit’s logic, because they didn’t want to take the risk, they wouldn’t allow anyone else to either?

"Guyu, calm down! We need to figure out how to leave here first!"

As Guyu was about to explode with anger, Yushui quickly intervened to calm her. The old tribe leader, along with the other three Divine Envoys, fiercely confronted them. Now that things had escalated, how could they let them go?

She moved behind Guyu, grasping her hand, trying to persuade her to retreat for the time being.

The old chieftain had originally inherited the position of Priest, and although there hadn’t been a sacrifice for many years, what abilities the old chieftain possessed were unknown to anyone.

This lineage was always shrouded in mystery, but they could not simply be regarded as mortals.

Even without the old chieftain’s intervention, just the two of them, Divine Envoys, going up against three others, there was not much chance of winning.

As long as the green hills are there, one need not worry about firewood.

Guyu indeed would rather have pulled out the Jade Talisman and fought to the death in battle than to escape so disgracefully.

But seeing the more than twenty strong and able-bodied men still following her, Guyu knew that this was not the time to act on a whim.

With her and Yushui’s Divine Power, they should be able to cover everyone’s retreat.

Luckily, they had returned in time; the villagers hadn’t had the chance to clean up the scene, let alone encircle them completely.

If they could just make it to the mountains, they would still have a chance to get away.

Clenching her teeth, Guyu finally decided to retreat.

She and Yushui were both Divine Envoys, but because Guyu’s Cultivation Level was higher, and also because of the elegant words she had previously spoken, the young people supported her more, so even though both were Divine Envoys, the team still followed Guyu’s lead.

However, just as she was about to give the order to retreat, an unforeseen change occurred; Yushui, who was behind Guyu, suddenly plunged her short dagger toward Guyu’s heart.

At this moment, Guyu was the least guarded, considering the enemies within the tribe; how could she have expected a trusted teammate behind her to deliver a fatal blow?

Yushui’s expression became ferocious; she was stabbing at Guyu with hatred.

Indeed, she was the old chieftain’s person.

From the very beginning, she had never intended to leave the tribe; it was the old chieftain who had arranged for her to infiltrate Guyu’s team.

Yushui had always been jealous of Guyu. In terms of function, both could bring rain, but even though both Divine Envoys’ names contained ’Yu’ (rain), only Guyu could control Wind. And because of the power of Wind, Guyu was more formidable in battle.

Not only that, being female Divine Envoys among the young people of the clan, everyone seemed to favor Guyu a little more. Was she not pretty too?

It was precisely due to jealousy of Guyu that she had followed the chieftain’s orders.

In reality, the chieftain did not only send Jingzhe to act—true hunters often have various ways of hunting.

With both overt and covert tactics, Yushui was a covert arrow.

Who could have expected a trusted teammate to suddenly strike, and at this distance, Guyu, unguarded, was doomed.

As Yushui thought of Guyu’s shocked and pained expression, a vicious smile appeared on her face.

But her smile soon froze.

Her hand was tightly gripped by Lin Yun, and at the same time, she saw her own headless body.

Where’s my head?

That thought flashed through Yushui’s mind before she quickly lost consciousness.

A heavy thud; the sound of a head dropping to the ground, as Guyu watched Lin Yun, holding an axe, with a stunned expression.

Lin Yun had acted too quickly for Guyu to see Yushui’s sneak attack.

Guyu was puzzled; what was Lin Yun doing?

It was not until she saw Lin Yun still grasping Yushui’s hand, and headless Yushui still holding a small knife, that Guyu finally understood what had happened.

Putting aside how Lin Yun, who seemed so delicate, could deal with Yushui so cleanly and decisively, her situation was now anything but optimistic.

She had lost two allies, and now it was her turn to fight alone...