C1 The Grand Sheikh

"Not good, Grandpa is vomiting blood again!"

"Quickly find Uncle Popit!"

"What should we do? The holy fire is gone, and now the Grandpa is gone too …"

The crowd was noisy.

"What's going on?" A thin youth lying down slowly opened his eyes. "Where am I?"

The youth looked around him. The light was dim, and everything was pitch black. There was a spot of light not far away.

"A cave?" The youth sat up and immediately covered his back. "It hurts!"

"How did I fall here?" The youth used his hand to prop himself up and tried to get off the bed. He suddenly looked down and saw that the floor was covered with straw. Beside the straw was a strip of colorful beast skin.

"Beast skin?" The youth was surprised. He searched through his memories carefully. "There are such wild beast skins in the Tibetan area? Living in a cave?"

Before he could react, two people wearing fur entered the cave and saw the young man who had just woken up.

The two of them were obviously stunned, and then they were overjoyed.

"That's great, Arslan is awake!"

"Quickly follow us to see the Grandpa!"

Before the youth could see the two people clearly, he was dragged out of the cave.

"Who are you taking me to see?" The youth was puzzled.

After they left the cave, the light outside the cave made the youth's eyes narrow. He saw the panicked crowd rushing towards one place.

These people had fluffy hair and were wearing all kinds of beast skins. Their faces were dirty and their faces could not be seen clearly.

The young man was shocked. "What is going on? How can there be such a primitive resident in the hidden district?"

Someone saw the young man being carried by the two and exclaimed, "Look, Arslan is awake!"

The crowd automatically opened up a path for the two to lead the young man through and into a thatched cottage.

The room was dimly lit.

However, the young man could still see that there were a few people standing in the room. They were surrounding an old man who was sitting next to a wooden stool.

The old man's eyes were half-closed, and even though the light was not very strong, he could still see that his face was haggard and his gray beard and white hair were stained with blood.

At the first glance, the young man could not help but think of the old man's information: Grandpa, unknown name, Grand Sheikh of the tribe. He picked up the person from the wild and treated him very well.

Other than the old man's information, the young man's mind was like a movie. Various pieces of information appeared in his mind: A crutch, a three-foot-tall platform, people who surrounded the wild beasts and shouted...

The young man was stunned. He was curious as to why he had such memories.

"Grandpa, Arslan is here!" someone shouted.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the young man. He said with a weak voice, "Arslan!"

The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body could not help but rush towards the old man. He said sadly, "Grandpa!"

The old man reached out his hand and touched his head weakly. He did not say anything and slightly raised his head to look at the people around him. "Where is Popit?"

Before he finished speaking, the light in the straw cottage dimmed. A person bent down and came in, shouting, "Grandpa, I'm here!"

A man as tall as an iron tower walked in front of the old man and knelt on one knee. He reached out and held the old man's other hand. "Grandpa, are you alright?"

The old man shook his head slightly and said weakly, "I don't have much time left."

"Grandpa!" The voices of the people around him trembled.

"Grandpa, please don't let anything happen to you. If something happens to you, what will we do?" Popit said excitedly.

The old man's expression was bitter, but there was a hint of stubbornness in it. He shook his head and said, "I can't do anything, but you all still have to live on!"

Popit held the old man's hand tightly again, unwilling to give up. He wanted to say something else.

The old man raised his eyes and motioned for Popit to shut up.

He took a long breath, obviously wanting to tell the rest of the story.

"After I die, Arslan will be the chieftain. You all must respect him as much as you respect me!"

The crowd was shocked, but they nodded their heads in grief and indignation. "Yes!"

"The holy fire has already been lost. If you want to live, you have to migrate east."

Popit muttered, "Migrate east..."

However, he nodded heavily at the old man and said, "Yes!"

Only then did the old man shift his gaze towards the young man who was shocked in his heart, "Arslan!"

The young man subconsciously responded, "Grandpa!"

However, he was extremely shocked in his heart. He remembered that he was a historical scholar at Jiangxia University. When he entered the ancient Kunlun ruins, he accidentally fell into a black hole.

However, when he woke up, he found himself in the middle of a group of people dressed in primitive clothing.

It was obvious that he had transmigrated!

He had transmigrated from one cave to another cave and appeared in the body of a youth called Arslan!

At the same time, memories of the youth surged into his mind. The old man in front of him was the chief of the Beautine Clan, and he was heavily injured and on the verge of death.

The worst thing was that the "holy fire" in the tribe had been stolen!

Arslan thought about how the old man treated him very well. He was not a relative, but he was more like a relative. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with grief and could not help but cry, "Grandpa, please don't let anything happen to you!"

The old man let go of Popit's hand and slowly wiped his tears away. "Silly child, you will be the chief of the tribe in the future. Don't cry anymore!"

"Grandpa!" Arslan shouted in sorrow.

The others also shouted in sorrow, "Grandpa!"

The old man shook his head slightly and reached out to touch the youth's head. "Let me, this old man, do my last bit of effort for the tribe. I will rely on you in the future!"

Before Arslan could react, he suddenly felt his scalp tighten. He could not help but close his eyes as a mysterious message surged into his mind.

The surrounding people were all prepared and shouted in unison, "Grandpa!"

One of them looked at Popit and said, "Chief!"

Popit's face was filled with grief, but he shook his head firmly. "This is the last time Grandpa is giving Arslan a blessing. We will not break the chief's inheritance!"

"But..."

Popit exhaled heavily and shouted in a low voice, "No buts!"

...

After an unknown period of time, Arslan opened his eyes again and found that the old man's face was pale. His chest, which was originally filled with bullying, was now gradually losing its rhythm.

He was at the end of his rope. There was not much time left.

The surrounding people had sad faces, but their eyes were filled with hope as they looked at Arslan.

Popit led the way and knelt on one knee. He raised his hand and said to Arslan, "Chieftain!"

The rest of the people also knelt down on one knee. They looked like Popit, "Grand Sheikh!"

Arslan was still extremely shocked in his heart. He had just figured out what was going on when he became the Grand Sheikh of this primitive tribe, and he had even taken on such a mess!