The four figures looked no different from humans, but their skin was more yellow than that of ordinary people.
I don't know if it's because of the yellow sapphire light above my head.
Unlike humans, they have orange eyes, and faint lines on their foreheads, chests, and the backs of their hands, though these lines are not very prominent.
And judging from their attire…
This place is probably still at the level of the Upper Cave Man, wearing clothes woven from grass, which are just simple coverings.
"What are you, Dongxi?!"
Qin Sheng frowned and asked, "I don't understand. Who are you?"
They were chattering away, and Qin Sheng couldn't communicate with them, but from their behavior, his appearance made them both afraid and surprised.
Watching them exchange their thoughts, I noticed they stood up straight and pointed behind them, probably indicating where they were going.
Qin Sheng wasn't worried and followed them.
Along the way, he noticed that there were not many human traces around the area, indicating that the area near the gate was not their main activity location.
But if such a door exists, any intelligent being would be curious to check it out, unless that intelligent being is already familiar with the door.
It seems that this race has existed for longer than Qin Sheng had anticipated.
The surroundings gradually became more lively. The stone houses were very rough, but inside the mountain, there was no need to worry about wind and rain; they were just simple dwellings.
As Qin Sheng followed the four people to this area, the rest of his clan also noticed his presence.
Some looked on with curiosity, some hid warily behind the door, and some bowed to you with a look of awe.
This situation was somewhat different from what Qin Sheng had imagined. He thought he would be met with everyone's vigilance and suspicion, after all, he was different from them.
It now seems that this race makes no attempt to hide the existence of the gate; most people could easily tell what entering here means.
It's just a language barrier.
Before long, the four of them led Qin Sheng to the front of the stone house. It was basically the same as the other houses, except that there was a yellow gemstone inlaid above the door, just like the one on the ceiling.
The strongest of the four stepped forward and knocked on the door, mumbled a few words, and immediately heard hurried footsteps coming from inside the room.
With a bang, the stone door was pushed open with great force and shattered into pieces, and the figure that walked out stared blankly at Qin Sheng.
His eyes showed shock and confusion, but more than anything, they showed relief.
Qin Sheng waved as a greeting, since the other party couldn't understand him anyway.
The man in front of me, who appeared to be the village chief, stroked his beard. He looked much stronger than an old man. He then turned around and immediately went into the house to search for something.
Soon, he came out carrying a jade box, said something to Qin Sheng, and respectfully handed it to Qin Sheng.
"For me?"
Qin Sheng raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't understand, he took the jade box and opened it.
The moment the box was opened, the orange light inside immediately shot towards Qin Sheng's brow.
But ever since entering this place, Qin Sheng has been on high alert. The orange light rapidly approached and then appeared behind the clan leader's head in the next second, obviously having been redirected by the absolute defense.
The clan chief was dumbfounded and didn't understand what was going on.
Qin Sheng slowly pushed up his glasses, squinted, and said, "You'd better give me an explanation."
The patriarch's gaze froze for a moment, then he sighed deeply, seemingly accepting the situation, and said helplessly, "Descendant of the royal family, you are being a little too vigilant. This aura of the imperial path is merely a preparation left behind by the gods."
Qin Sheng raised an eyebrow in surprise: "How come you can speak Chinese?"
The chieftain scratched the back of his head and sighed: "You are descendants of the gods. Although you have been separated from the gods for thousands of years, you are still the children of the gods. The preparations left by the gods that allow us to communicate normally are a very normal thing."
The clan leader paused here, speechless: "Even if you actively refused and let it enter my mind, the mysterious connection between you and the gods still allowed that imperial aura to record your language."
"So that aura is now in your mind, allowing you to master our language?" Qin Sheng pondered. "Can I regret it now?"
The clan chief shook his head in silence.
"never mind."
Qin Sheng waved his hand, saying that as long as one person could communicate normally, there was no need for him to master the language of this tribe.
"In that case, shall we just stand here and chat?"
"Please come in."
The stone house was as rough as its exterior, and the tables and chairs inside were just a few stone stools of different sizes, but Qin Sheng didn't mind.
“I don’t know what the royal descendants like to eat. Do you need any?” the clan chief asked.
"No need, I still have many questions that I need you to answer."
"I'm happy to answer your questions."
Qin Sheng sighed, "The effect of this imperial aura is so good. You couldn't understand anything just now, but now you're even using idioms."
"God's preparations are beyond our imagination."
"Alright."
Looking at the respectful clan leader before him, Qin Sheng asked his first question: "What are you?"
"Chengtian." The clan chief revealed a hint of pride: "We are a clan born from the aura of a fallen god, calling ourselves the Chengtian clan, inheriting the god's will and guarding the place where He fell."
“I am the ninth patriarch, Cheng Rong.”
So honest?
Qin Sheng thought that the clan chief would at least give him a perfunctory answer or ask him some difficult questions, but he honestly explained the origin of the Chengtian Clan.
Moreover, the pride he felt when mentioning his origins, compared to the respect he now showed in front of Qin Sheng, felt quite strange.
Royal descendants…
After Cheng Rong could speak, the first thing he did was refer to himself using these four words.
The descendants of the royal family, the aura of the imperial way, and the god mentioned by Cheng Rong.
Qin Sheng was a little unsure whether they were just playing tricks or if there was something real going on.
However, judging from the current situation, the patriarch of the Chengtian clan doesn't seem to have any particular intentions, so his words can be taken with a grain of salt.
"You talk about being a descendant of royalty and possessing the aura of imperial authority, but I don't recall having such a prestigious background," Qin Sheng said leisurely. "You might have mistaken me for someone else."
Qin Sheng stared into Cheng Rong's eyes, but the other party firmly shook his head.
“I did not mistake you for someone else, and you yourself acknowledge that you are a human being.”
"Humans are royalty!"
Cheng Rong's firm tone surprised Qin Sheng; this was indeed a novel thing.
According to the conventions of old novels, shouldn't humans be a weak race, full of inherent flaws?
Upon entering, he not only received the awe of the Chengtian clan, but was even granted the status of a member of the royal family.
This is quite a surprise.
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