C2 Digging Wood to Fetch Fire

Arslan, who was kneeling on one knee, was sitting in front of the old tribal chief. There were more than ten people kneeling in front of him, and they were all bowing with one hand.

This felt like the scene in the movie "Doctor's", where the old and the new were replacing each other.

However, Arslan did not care about these things. He turned around and held the old man's hand again, "Grandpa, Grandpa!"

The old man was already on the verge of death, and his chest could not be seen.

"Ah!" Arslan's heart was filled with grief. Was he going to lose the person closest to him in this world?

At this moment, a voice sounded in his heart, "The Grand Sheikh System has been activated. 100 achievement points have been given!"

"Grand Sheikh System? Achievement points?" Arslan had played games and read novels in his previous life, so he naturally knew the function of the system.

Although he felt that it was a bit absurd, he thought about how he could transmigrate, and the system could be even more bizarre.

"The Grand Sheikh System is..."

Arslan did not care about the system's self-introduction. He could not wait to ask in his heart, "System, what can you do to save people?"

"What I want to know the most right now is this! We can talk about the rest later!" He roared in his heart.

The system immediately went silent.

He could clearly feel something like a scanner circling his body before it said, "If you want to save someone, you can use the achievement points to exchange for the healing technique!"

"Then exchange for the healing technique!" Arslan shouted.

"I'm sorry, but you only have 100 achievement points from the system. The healing technique requires 1000 achievement points!"

"Damn it!" Arslan could not help but curse in his heart, "Is there any other way?"

The system said, "There is a way. You can use 100 achievement points to exchange for a life-prolonging pill. After three days, you will be able to complete 1000 achievement points!"

"Life-prolonging pill?" Arslan's eyes lit up, "Three days?"

"Yes!"

"Then exchange!" Arslan shouted in his heart.

He could not care about the 1000 achievement points or the system. He only knew that if he were to wait for a moment, the old man might even die!

"System Notification: Are you sure you want to use 100 achievement points to exchange for a pill?"

"Yes! Yes!" Arslan shouted anxiously in his heart. The system was just too troublesome!

"Ding! Exchange successful!"

Arslan instantly felt a small pill appear in his palm. It was emitting a faint herbal fragrance.

Arslan was stunned. He did not care about the reactions of the people around him and shouted, "Give me some water!"

A person beside him quickly held up a wooden cup filled with clear water.

"Help the Grandpa sit up!" Arslan shouted.

The person did as he was told. Now, Arslan was the Grand Sheikh of the entire tribe!

Arslan gently opened the old man's mouth and placed the pill in his mouth. He then fed him some water. After confirming that he had swallowed the pill, he signaled for him to put him down.

The surrounding people were all stunned. They looked at Arslan and said, "Grand Sheikh, what are you doing?"

Arslan shook his head and motioned for him to keep quiet. He looked at the old man who was lying down in fear.

He was not sure if the pill was effective.

Seeing that Arslan did not say a word, including Popit, they did not dare to say a word. They looked at Arslan with anticipation in their eyes.

Three minutes later, the old man's chest started to heave again. Arslan let out a long sigh and said, "As I thought!"

The surrounding people saw the old man's chest heaving again, and their faces were filled with joy and excitement.

"That's great! Grandpa, he..."

However, Arslan turned around and shook his head. "I can only help Grandpa hang on for three days. If he can't think of any other way in three days, Grandpa will still..."

Before he could finish, the old man woke up. He wanted to get up, but he could not. Arslan had no choice but to help him up again. "Grandpa!"

The old man's eyes lit up again. He did not ask any more questions and said directly, "It won't help if you hang on to my life. I only have two or three days left!"

Arslan was shocked. The old man had such a sharp perception!

"Don't worry about me. Get on the battlefield and use the fastest time to migrate east!"

Obviously, the old man wanted to sacrifice himself to save the tribe.

Everyone was filled with grief again.

Popit said, "But this is our ancestral land!"

"But..." The old man was weak. "We will only die if we stay here! Most importantly, our fire has been stolen!"

"Without the fire, our tribe might be exterminated. Are you going to be the sinner of the Beautine Clan?"

Popit seemed to have been provoked by these words. He stood up and revealed a determined expression, "Alright! I..."

"Wait!" Arslan suddenly said, "Your fire... the fire in the tribe is gone?"

Popit, and the others looked at Arslan in surprise, "Did you forget?"

"Ah?" Arslan suddenly realized that he was a transmigrator. He had yet to figure out some things, so he immediately found a reason, "I just woke up and I can't remember anything!"

Everyone was surprised and waited for Popit to finish his words.

However, what Arslan said next shocked them.

"I can make fire!"

"What?!" Popit, the Grandpa, and the others around him exclaimed in unison, "You can make fire?"

Arslan nodded and suppressed the shock in his heart towards the ignorance of this tribe. "I can make fire!"

Popit suddenly grabbed Arslan's hand and said, "Grand Sheikh!"

Arslan was startled, but he heard the old man beside him ask in a frenzied voice, "Arslan, can you really make fire?"

Arslan nodded and raised his head to say, "Do you have any dry wood? The best is if it is rotten. A dry branch and dry hair!"

Hearing him say that, everyone was confused, but no one dared to question him.

It was all because he had just said, "I can make fire!"

Arslan quickly brought the things he wanted. He looked at them and nodded in satisfaction. He organized the methods he had learned in his previous life about digging wood to make fire. He asked for a bone blade and dug a small hole in the rotten wood. He then placed the dried branches on top of the hole. He held them in his hands and quickly rubbed them.

The people around him did not dare to breathe too loudly. They all stared at Arslan.

After a while, smoke rose from the intersection of the branches. Arslan quickly placed the animal hair he had prepared on top of the branches and blew gently with his mouth.

The smoke became thicker.

Everyone present was ecstatic, especially Popit. He opened his mouth wide and almost pounced on Arslan.

Arslan continued to turn the branches and blew a few more times. A wisp of yellow flame suddenly appeared in the smoke!

Although there was only a wisp of flame, it lit up Arslan's face and lit up everyone's hope!

"Heaven bless Gray Eye!" The old man struggled to sit up as he shouted this sentence.

Everyone was extremely excited at this moment. They knelt down on one knee and reached out to Arslan with one hand. "Heaven bless Gray Eye!"