After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 143: Having a death wish
The Divination God Clan are skilled with their hands and minds, adept at weaving and divination, close to nature, and averse to fighting.

This was originally a clan that enjoyed life, appreciated the world, and was pure and simple. However, their possession of treasures led to their downfall. Due to the constant coveting, plundering, and exploitation by outsiders, their territory dwindled, and their clansmen either fled, rebelled, or died.

The Divination God Clan once lived in a place of natural beauty and spiritual energy, a paradise where birds sang and flowers bloomed.

However, internal divisions coupled with external plundering caused them to continuously lose territory, forcing them to relocate repeatedly.

The corner of Southwind Valley where they now live is the best place they could find, but in reality, it's not even as good as the outhouse there as their original environment.

Even though they were so destitute and starving, there were still people who wouldn't let them go!
The middle-aged man in front of the boy frowned, his eyes filled with sorrow.

He didn't answer the boy's question, but instead looked into the distance and, unsurprisingly, saw a figure moving about there.

Through constant migration and hiding, they managed to shake off many forces that were watching them, but the Wind Chaser Clan was the only one they couldn't get rid of no matter what they tried.

The Wind Chaser Clan is extremely skilled at tracking, and no one knows exactly what methods they use, but the fact is that once they have their eyes on someone, they cannot escape their pursuit, even in death.

The people of the Divination Clan once didn't believe in this superstition, but now they have no choice but to believe it.

"Let's go see the clan chief." The middle-aged man sighed softly and turned to walk towards the largest thatched hut.

The Bu Shen tribe loves flowers, plants, and trees. In the past, they lived in very exquisite treehouses. The Bu Shen tribe is also very skilled in architecture, and the houses they built are extremely delicate and beautiful, like paintings.

However, those houses took too long to build. In the past few years, they had been busy escaping and changing their residences frequently, so they naturally couldn't afford to build them carefully and could only make do with what they had.

The thatched hut eliminated the need for knocking; the middle-aged man respectfully called out "Chief!" from outside, and a voice as clear as flowing spring water came from inside—

"Uncle Lin, come in."

Uncle Lin led the boy into the house, bowed his head in greeting, and then raised his head.

The house was very simple, with tables and chairs made from tree trunks. A young man, also dressed in leaf clothing, sat there. His black hair cascaded down his back, and he wore a wreath made of leaves and irises. He was holding a few leaves between his slender, well-defined fingers, looking at them with utmost concentration.

Aside from the addition of the sacred flower of the Divination Clan—the Feathered Flower—on the wreath, her other attire was no different from others, yet she inexplicably exuded a certain elegance and nobility.

Those leaves weren't real leaves, but rather ritual implements used for divination.

Uncle Lin couldn't take his eyes off Bu Ye after seeing him. "Clan leader, what do you think of this divination?"

The clan chief placed the five leaves on the table, saying, "They are no different from the day before."

Uncle Lin was stunned. "How could this be? We clearly have nowhere else to go. The Wind Chaser Clan won't wait any longer."

“Since the divination says there is still a glimmer of hope, then it must be true.” The clan chief said, and then stood up.

This was a tall, slender young man with dark green eyes that had a jade-like texture.

Calm, insightful, peaceful, and generous... these qualities combine to create such a person.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming scent of the forest and the earth that somewhat diminished the stunning effect of his handsome face.

"So, Chieftain, can we really save them?" The boy's eyes lit up with joy as he asked.

"Yes."

"Then, where is our savior? Can he defeat the Wind Chaser tribe outside?" the boy asked excitedly. They just wanted to live their own lives, peaceful and undisturbed by the world.

Instead of hiding like this, not eating or dressing well.

“Yes, Xiao Ling.” The clan chief nodded, his clear eyes meeting his. “What we wish for will definitely become a reality. So until then, we must hold on.”

Xiao Ling seemed to have gained endless energy. Her thin body stood straight, and her hands clenched tightly. "Yes! Xiao Ling understands. I will definitely fight against the Wind Chaser Clan to the very end!"

Uncle Lin reached out and patted Xiao Ling's head upon hearing this, but his brows remained furrowed in the slightest.

A savior? Where would their Divination Clan find a savior?

So many years have passed, and those who were willing to help them have long since extended a helping hand, although their motives were not pure; they were simply seeking their loyalty.

But after they fiercely resisted and declared that the Diviners would never be enslaved, those people coldly gave up, seemingly watching with indifference, waiting for them to give up and surrender on their own.

Of course, this is impossible. The Divination Clan would rather die than fight for other clans. They are forever loyal only to their own clan's true god.

Uncle Lin felt that the clan chief said this simply to put Xiao Ling at ease, and didn't want the child to live in constant fear.

As darkness fell, the valley fell silent, and the shadows of the trees in the forest deepened.

The entire Bu Shen tribespeople emerged from their thatched huts, standing in a row, their eyes filled with a mournful yet defiant spirit—

All around them, countless torches were lit, and the people holding the torches wore robes woven with white and red, adorned with the totems of the Wind Chaser Clan.

"Are you truly so stubborn and unwilling to surrender, even at the cost of your lives?"

One of them had his arms crossed over his chest. He was tall and had a red feather in his hair ornament and a white and red pattern on his forehead.

He was arrogant and domineering, with a faint disdain in his eyes, as if he were looking at a group of ants destined to die.

The people of the Divination Clan remained silent, using silence as their form of resistance.

"Ling Qing, are you really going to take your last remaining clansmen to their deaths? Aren't you afraid your ancestors will blame you for being such an unfilial descendant?" The man turned to look at the clan leader.

"The ones who are at fault are the robbers, not the people who were robbed and killed," Ling Qing said calmly.

"Ha, very well, it seems you are truly determined to die." Feng Yuan laughed angrily. "Fine, I will do you a favor today and send your Bu Shen clan on your way in an orderly fashion, so that you won't be alone."

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture.

The subordinates obeyed the order and threw out torches, and soon the Bu Shen clan was engulfed in flames.

The thatched hut behind us caught fire and burned fiercely, the grass on the ground and the surrounding trees crackling and popping as they burned.

The air was thick with the smells of grass and burnt food, and the rising smoke almost completely obscured the figures of the Bu Shen clan.

Feng Yuan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but his smile carried a sinister undertone.

He wanted to see if the Divination God Clan would truly rather die than abandon their so-called moral integrity!
"Clan leader..."

"Uncle!"