I smiled and said, "The house is a bit small. How about the chief brings a few people in, and the rest head home?" Standing outside isn't our Hua Clan's hospitality tradition.
Duo'er Duo had already set ten coffee tables on both sides, laden with fruits, meats, and fine wine. The chief, Tushi, entered with over twenty young warriors, clearly cautious. They froze, stunned by the setup. Is this a human's home? Even their wildest dreams couldn't conjure such a room.
"Please, sit," I gestured, leading Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua to the central seat. Tushi seemed miffed but didn't dare act rashly, sitting with his men on both sides. The scene nearly made me burst out laughing, but I held it in. Hosting primitives in a modern living room—who'd believe it? Funnier still, their grass skirts hid nothing, their "little brothers" peeking out.
"Eat freely," I said boldly, seeing them eye the food. "Duo'er, Hua'er, pour wine for the chief and his men." The sisters, familiar with the setup, opened bottles and filled cups. Sensing their hesitation, I dug in first. That was the cue—hands grabbed food, some chugging wine and choking on their first taste.
"Where's our guest from?" Tushi asked, resisting the food to maintain his chiefly dignity despite the feast.
Pointing skyward, I grinned. "From beyond the heavens. In your terms, I'm a god." Don't blame me for boasting—in this era, it's the only way. Plus, it's barely a lie.
"What?" Tushi gasped. The others, curious, glanced at him, then resumed eating, fearing the delicacies would vanish. Some grabbed fruits to take to their wives and kids.
"How do you prove you're a god?" Tushi asked, wary.
"Heh, look at this room," I said, extending my hand. A fireball flared, then morphed into an ice stick. For effect, I activated my Dragon Armor. "Is this enough?"
"Tushi pays homage to the revered god!" The others, awestruck, stopped eating to kneel. I waved, lifting them with a qi surge, cementing my divine status.
Damn, being a god beats being an emperor. Emperors inspire fear; gods get pure, heartfelt worship. No wonder the God Clan loved playing saviors, basking in mortal adoration.
"Alright, stand," I said. Though it felt grand, I wasn't used to it.
"Yes!"
"I'm here because your lives are hard. I'll teach you to grow crops, raise livestock, spin, and weave—make your days better." Their brains weren't primitive; I could uplift them to self-reliance.
A beast's roar and shouts erupted outside. Trouble. I led Tushi and the others out. A creature—part tiger, part ox, likely feline—faced off against the tribe. It was tough, having injured several, though only flesh wounds, no deaths.
A quick light-based healing spell fixed it. Torn wounds closed at visible speed. Tushi and his men, trailing me, stared in awe. Tribes worshipped sky and earth, not specific gods. Time to rewrite history.
Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua flanked me. "What's that?" I asked, pointing at the beast facing the spear-and-stone-wielding crowd.
"It's a Creepcat, very ferocious. Rare here," Duo'er Duo said, scared. From its calm stance in the encirclement, this Creepcat seemed smart. If it's got magic beast-level intellect, I could tame it.
Its hide looked thick—sharp stone spears barely scratched it. "Tushi, tell your people to stand down. I'll handle it." Confident in my "god" status, he ordered them back without hesitation. Not even a word of concern?
This was nothing. As I approached, the Creepcat bared sharp teeth, roaring, fur bristling—an attack prelude. It moved. My experience with magic beasts in the Beast Forest kicked in. As its front paws lifted 0.0001 centimeters, I pinned its head to the ground with one hand. Gods, I'm dashing. The crowd's eyes sparkled, especially the girls, cheering, their curves swaying temptingly. The beast, unyielding, roared in defiance.
I'll tame you yet. Like a cat with a mouse, I let it go, then pinned it again, over and over. Damn, it's dumb. Wasted effort. The crowd cheered my "play." "Take it," I said, kicking the limp Creepcat to them.
"Oh, my man, my god, you're amazing!" Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua ran over, throwing themselves into my arms. This is "amazing"? If I, the Dragon Clan chief, couldn't handle this, I'd shame the Hua Dragon Clan, the universe's mightiest.
The tribe cheered around the dead Creepcat. Without me, it'd have killed several, maybe escaped. I tossed a few three-finger-wide sheathed daggers from my ring to the women cutting its hide with stone knives. "Thank you, Heavenly God!" Word spread fast—saves me explaining.
They needed a wall. Those flimsy hut branches stopping beasts? Laughable. The Kete tribe, with about six hundred, was mid-sized. "Tushi, any wide, open areas?" I asked. No reply. Turning, I saw him engrossed in the daggers, slicing meat gleefully.
Fine, I'll check. Flying up, I surveyed. Few good spots—too far from water or too steep. Their current flat, water-adjacent area was best. "Tushi, gather all Kete tribesmen," I ordered, avoiding mishaps with earth magic.
"Heavenly God, everyone's here," Tushi said respectfully. "Even those in huts?" I asked, not wanting stragglers.
"All out."
"Good. Take them to the water's edge," I instructed.
With the tribe safe by the stream, I cast an earth spell. A booming quake birthed a four-meter-high, half-meter-thick circular wall. I carved two gates for access, then used an ultimate fire spell to fuse the wall into a glittering glass barrier. The Kete tribe gaped, awestruck, kneeling before my supreme might.
A 1.5-kilometer-diameter fortress rose. The huts held nothing valuable. I blew debris to the crowd with wind, then fired clay into massive bricks. A three-story, twenty-meter palace took shape, with over four hundred steps from the peak to the base. I carved Yan'an-style cave dwellings into the terraced slopes. The fire-hardened soil turned glass-like, yielding over six hundred caves. The tribe stared, dumbstruck, at the miraculous palace and homes, neatly aligned, glowing with crystalline light.
"Done," I said, clapping, addressing the kneeling crowd. "Tushi, assign houses—two per room, one per lone family. Clear?"
"Understood!" Tushi replied, thrilled. The tribe, ecstatic, followed him to claim their radiant homes, gifts from their god.
"My women, let's set our home on the palace's third floor," I said, pulling Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua toward the peak. I packed the tent, relocating its furniture to the third-floor rooms. I even rigged a sewer system for comfort. Millennia later, this "god's palace" would endure, heh.
"Heavenly God, thank you for everything. We planned a feast tonight, but we lack food, so…" Tushi stammered. I got it. The Creepcat wasn't enough for six hundred, and hunting now might yield little.
"I understand. Besides beasts like Creepcats, what edible plants are there?" Talking to primitives is a chore.
"Husband, I know where," Duo'er Duo said, grabbing my hand. Holding both sisters, I told Tushi, "Gather firewood. We'll get food."
"Yes, Heavenly God," Tushi replied respectfully, heading to prep roasting wood.
"Husband, those are edible Demon Trees," Duo'er Duo said, pointing at a patch of leafless, branch-heavy plants.
"Unique trees. How do you eat them?"
"They eat people if they trap you. But they taste good. We pick fallen branches with sticks," Duo'er Hua said, wary.
Like Earth's carnivorous trees. "Don't worry, watch me," I said, kissing them. A mid-level wind blade sliced the trees at the base, and a gust brought them to me. Rootless, they were harmless. I tasted a branch—banana-like with an apple twist. Perfect fruit. I stored over two hundred in my ring.
The sisters watched silently. "Alright, babes, time to hunt. No meat, no feast." I flew them to the distant forest. This planet teemed with game. I nabbed a dozen nameless beasts the sisters deemed tasty.
Back at the fortress, dozens of bonfires blazed in the palace square. I unloaded the haul from my ring. The tribe cheered—never had such abundance. The Demon Trees alone could feed them for days.
In the heat of passion, I planted "life's seed" in Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua. Holding their exquisite forms, I pondered teaching them to teach others. The Kete could learn farming and spread it.
In the days that followed, I taught them to farm, weave plant fibers into clothes, and grow crops, supplying grains and high-yield crops like sweet potatoes. The rest of my time, I trained my beauties in cultivation, using pills and energy transfers. They reached Military Martial Tier 4—their bodies' limit.
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