Chapter 1320: Chapter 1320

"Boom boom boom! The divine sky, earth, shore, and mountains all gaze upon us!... Ding ding ding! This is the wedding blessed by ancestors, a fusion of the longship tribe from the sea, and our people by the lakeside!... Ah yo yo! The Heavenly Divine opens His eyes over the sea, laughing out a joyful storm!..."

The wedding blessed by ancestors is held on the beach at Lake Bay. According to the clan traditions of the Wiyot people, it’s the bride’s family that hosts the wedding, provides food, and entertains guests from various tribes. At this moment, hundreds of Wiyot tribespeople are beating the heavy Tuluwat drums, shaking celebratory wooden bells. They gather in piles along the shore, singing and dancing their hearts out.

Tu Jing, the chieftain of the Lake Garden Tribe, stands with a smile on an ancient stone platform, delivering blessings for the newlyweds. In front of the stone platform, on both sides are the family clans of the couple, with the newlyweds in the center.

The young Priest, Xi Feng, wears a white ritual robe and a gray windproof hat. Two long heron feathers are inserted into the hat, fluttering in the sea breeze. This is the ceremonial hat of the Wiyot Tribe, and from afar, it looks just like two reeds.

At this moment, beneath the reed hat, the young Priest Xi Feng stands motionless, seemingly a little lost. His figure is not weak, but he appears distinctly smaller next to the woman on the left. The woman on the left is none other than his new bride, the tribe’s woman Chieftain Tu Lan. At present, Chieftain Tu Lan, wearing a bright blue robe, cheerfully greets her relatives and friends.

"Haha! The old chieftain is singing the Sacrificial Song! Tu Lan, soon you will have a husband again! Tsk tsk! And such a handsome little man!"

"Yes! Yes! The bears in the mountains are greedy, munching only on raw, tender little red berries!..."

On the left side, there is a dense crowd, the bride’s tribe and relatives. Two robust women chieftains are grinning, shouting at Tu Lan, who’s getting married in the center. Tu Lan wrinkles her brows, disregarding the ongoing wedding, and fiercely reprimands in tribal language.

"Get lost! You two berry-hungry fat foxes! This raw, tender little red berry is mine! Mine! Look one more time, and I’ll throw you both into the lake one-handedly!..."

"Ah haha! Tu Lan is scolding her two sisters!... As for her children, she lets her three kids come over to cause a ruckus!..."

The Wiyot weddings are very joyous without any rigid rules, boisterous and lively. The mischievous tribespeople rally around, quickly calling over the three boys aged eight, nine, and ten. Then, the three boys swarm over to the stone platform, touching and examining the young Priest Xi Feng closely.

"Mama! Is this my new dad? Seems not very sturdy? Can he quickly give me a brother?"

"No! I already have two brothers, I want a sister, I want a sister born!"

"No way! You have brothers, but I don’t! I want a brother to bully!..."

"Ah?! Three annoying little eels, get out and play outside! Stop burrowing around here!"

Chieftain Tu Lan glares, looking at the three purposely mischievous half-grown boys, a surge of anger rising. As a leader, regularly rowing and fishing, leading the tribe to build huts, she is stronger than most tribespeople.

Currently, she extends her strong and powerful arm, lifting her youngest son of fifty to sixty pounds. Then, with a low shout, she rolls him along the sand like a log, tossing him five to six meters away.

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The naughtiest son rolls five to six meters, landing on the sand. He groggily clambers up, wipes his dusty face, and scampers away. This skillful display quiets the most boisterous two sisters, shrinking their necks, afraid to make noise.

"Tsk tsk! Tu Lan’s strength is why she once caught such a big Wik-ni!..."

"Isn’t it! She could carry two logs while running before."

Witnessing his wife’s skill, though not understanding the tribespeople’s words, Priest Xi Feng’s forehead sweats profusely at once. He immediately realizes that he very likely, no, definitely cannot win against these robust women chieftains, especially the outstanding one, his wife Tu Lan.

"Chief Divine! Hope tonight... she can... be gentle... I... I’m still..."

"Haha! Ancestors finally opened their eyes!"

Beside him, Tu Lan turns her head, looking at her new husband jubilantly. His fair complexion is much more handsome compared to the tribe’s dark fishermen! Not only youthful and spirited, but with an indescribable wisdom, like the shamans who understand many things from various tribes. Only he doesn’t seem too capable of working...

"No problem! If he can’t work, I’ll support him! Fishing and chopping trees, who can compete with me! I also made an agreement with the chieftain of the longship that I’ll lead the tribe to live at the southern lakeside! That’s our new home, ours! Hahaha!..."

Thinking this, Tu Lan joyfully and gently extends her hand to wipe Priest Xi Feng’s sweat. Then, she tightens her arm, holding her new husband closer.

"Ancestor’s blessing! This marriage blessed by ancestors is hereby concluded! You will establish a family hut by the southern lakeside. And your marriage, like the tribe’s grass huts, will stand resilient on ancient land despite storms and rain!..."

Old Chieftain Tu Jing finishes singing the Sacrificial Song with a smile, and the surrounding crowd also blesses them. At this moment, both the kingdom’s exploration fleet and local chieftains loudly and enthusiastically praise.

Although the two newlyweds have a language barrier, a ten-year age gap, hometowns separated by thousands of miles. One has three children, the other just came of age... but in everyone’s eyes, in the eyes of both leaders, this is a sacred, fitting, beautiful wedding, blessed by the Divine and ancestors!

"After all, this unprecedented wedding officially symbolizes the kingdom’s northern expansion and the beginning of tribal assimilation! And this is also the first fusion of the Highland’s Jiao People heirs and their distant brothers on the Northern Continent!"

At this, Exploration Captain Zuwaro feels invigorated, his face radiating a heartfelt smile. He is utterly convinced that this sacred wedding will be etched in the kingdom’s epic, inscribed in the Chief Divine’s scripture, much exploration.

"Praise the Chief Divine! He sits high in the sky, compassionately watching over us!"

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Exploration Captain Zuwaro, with hundreds of crew members, prays in unison to the Chief Divine. Then, with a wave of his hand, the kingdom’s fleet fires their celebratory cannons, for the first time displaying the Main God’s majesty before the astonished Wiyot people. And for hundreds of Wiyot tribespeople, it’s the first they learn of the powerful God of Thunder from the South!

"This is the Chief Divine’s thunderbolt and His singing! He approves of this marriage and wants His divine name to remain on this distant land!"

"Praise to You! Huitzilopochtli! Praise the Supreme Main God!..."

"Vizilopo! Lopo! Chitli!"