"Don't get me wrong, we're not here to take your territory. I just want to find a place to live for my friends..."

They were members of the Baija tribe, and also poor people who were being hunted and forced to flee by the Shuar tribe and cannibals.

And...they are women, and like you, they are of Native American descent.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the local people gradually softened, and they all looked at the man in the lead, as if asking him to discern the truth of his words.

The bald, uneducated man frowned, his large eyes darting around as he scrutinized Ye Feng.

He didn't believe Ye Feng's words immediately; his mind was still filled with doubt.

He had never seen these people before, not in the sense of not recognizing them, but because he had never seen this race before.

His facial features, hair, skin color, and pupil color seemed to come from another world.

But it's quite strange that this person can speak an Indian language.

Is the outside world really bigger than this jungle?

The question he was thinking about had absolutely nothing to do with what Ye Feng had just said.

But Ye Feng didn't know that; he just thought Ye Feng was wondering if Ye Feng was lying to him.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Ye Feng recounted the tragic state of the Baijia tribe in its entirety.

Of course, there was no shortage of embellishment and fanning the flames... for example...

The cannibals said that the women of the Baija tribe were just as weak as the men of the Masa tribe.

We'll wipe you out first, then the Masa tribe, and from then on, the entire jungle will be under the control of our cannibalistic tribe.

......

Such blatant lies aimed at sowing discord would be met with skepticism by any modern person.

But the people in front of Ye Feng were primitive people, and even more so, primitive people who worshipped force, so they were even more brainless.

Upon hearing this, the bald-headed native flew into a rage.

"Pah! Those cannibals only know how to gang up on the few! And they're using those weird weapons given to them by those people outside. In a one-on-one fight, they're not even as good as those Shuar scum!"

"Our tribe will absolutely not allow you to seize the jungle! However..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Feng and his group, his gaze settling on the guns in their hands.

These people clearly had guns, yet they didn't attack me, which suggests their intentions weren't malicious.

If they were really trying to take over our territory, they wouldn't bother with all this explanation.

So, his vigilance gradually subsided, and he agreed to take Ye Feng and the others to find the clan leader.

Along the way, Ye Feng started chatting with the bald leader...

It must be said that the more primitive the indigenous people are, the simpler their thoughts are, the less cunning they are, and the faster they make friends.

The two became more and more familiar with each other as they chatted. Ye Feng quickly learned about the current situation of the Masa people and also fully understood the reason for the depletion of resources in the area.

This ethnic group originally numbered over 300 people, but now there are only 106. They didn't always live here; they only moved here a few years ago.

This place was originally rich in resources, but after years of hunting by the Masa people, the mountain has been almost completely depleted.

They used to live in the jungle hundreds of miles away, but after being defeated in battles with other tribes, their numbers dwindled, and they eventually moved here.

There was no other way; there were very few women in the tribe. In the past, when they lived there, they could see women from other tribes. Through kidnapping and intermarriage, the tribe was able to continue and develop.

But later, for some reason, incidents of vicious abduction of women from various ethnic groups began to occur frequently, and those women never returned after being taken away.

At the same time, large numbers of other races began to plunder territory and compete for forest resources.

This includes the Shuar and Asaninka ethnic groups...

Now, the mountain's resources are also running out. This bald leader, named Zuniton, had originally planned to take his men out hunting for food, but after hearing Ye Feng's shout, he brought his men over.

After hearing his explanation, Ye Feng completely understood what had happened...

Ultimately, it comes down to the same old saying: without buying, there would be no killing.

Modern people joined in, using money and a range of modern weapons and tools to provoke those warlike nations.

Once they enjoy the convenience these things bring to their lives, their hearts are completely corrupted, giving rise to this series of butterfly effects.

Ultimately, it is modern humans who have transformed the jungle into what it is today.

After walking for about ten minutes, Ye Feng and his group inexplicably entered the Masa tribe's village.

Because this mountaintop doesn't resemble a tribe at all; there's no gate, no sentry post, just big trees and weeds.

Some houses, built of a mixture of mud and branches, are scattered on the treetops.

Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh. If you've eaten all these poisonous insects, what's the point of leaving the ground?

When voices were heard coming from under the trees, people peeked out from the various treehouses... as if welcoming a triumphant hero, their eyes filled with anticipation.

However, when they saw Ye Feng and his group, their expressions immediately turned visibly cold.

"Zuniton, why is it so fast today..."

An elderly indigenous man with almost entirely white hair and beard walked out of a treehouse, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes immediately focused on Ye Feng and his companions.

He was taken aback at first, then looked at Ye Feng and the others with surprise, pointing at Ye Feng in disbelief and saying, "Yellow...yellow race?"

Ye Feng also craned his neck and looked at him with a puzzled expression. Among all the natives he had encountered so far, this old man was the first to recognize his Asian identity.

However, Ye Feng couldn't tell whether the other party was scared or surprised by this appearance.

Soon, the natives who were in the trees climbed down one after another, and without exception, they all looked at Ye Feng and his group warily.

This old man, named Baltz, was the chieftain of the Masa tribe. Zubaton was whispering in his ear, telling him about the origins of Ye Feng and his companions.

After listening, Baltz nodded slowly, his brows furrowing slightly, but he didn't show the same anger as Zubaton had shown earlier.

Ye Feng assumed the other party wouldn't easily allow others into their territory, and was just about to try and persuade them...

Unexpectedly, Baltz readily agreed...

“My friend, since you wish to settle here, then take it.”

"Really?" Ye Feng was overjoyed. He hadn't expected things to be done so easily... This old man seemed quite easy to talk to.

"Thank you so much, I..."

"Eh..." Before he could finish speaking, Baltz reached out and interrupted him...

"Anyway, we're planning to move, but let me give you a piece of advice: there aren't many resources left here, so it's not suitable for long-term living."

Ye Feng suddenly realized why they agreed so readily; it turned out they had already decided to give up on this place.

However, Ye Feng did not want to see these Masa people leave, as they were the husbands he had found for the Baija tribe.

Moreover, if they encounter enemies again in the future, these Masa people can help them defend against foreign enemies. Wouldn't it be the best outcome for the two tribes to protect this land together and thrive together?

Ye Feng quickly said, "If I told you that I could help you achieve food freedom, provide you with women to carry on your family line, and even give you a batch of weapons to protect you, would you be willing to stay?"

"Really!?" Before Baltz could even speak, Zubaton blurted out in surprise, but the next moment, his expression turned to one of doubt.

Ye Feng is indeed a modern person, and he might be able to provide some things for his clan, but he would never be able to provide them in the long term.

Moreover, he has never had a good impression of modern people, so who knows if this strange kid in front of him is up to some trick?

The two sides had no prior relationship, and this was their first meeting. Why would someone help their own tribe so much?

At this moment, Chief Baltz was extremely excited, his old face wrinkled with laughter, seemingly without any doubt about the truthfulness of Ye Feng's words.

“Young brother Ye Feng, if you can really accomplish these things, then in the future... you will be the god of my Masa tribe, a god of equal status to the sun god, and our Masa tribe will worship you for eternity.”

The sun god is a belief held by the Amazonian Masa people, much like the Allah of the Baija people. They believe the sun shines upon all things and is the source and representative of power...

"No, no, no!" Ye Feng waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly. Forget it, he was already too busy being the god Allah, and now he was the sun god. What was the point of worshiping him?