I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1011 - Three Hundred and Five Perfect

Chapter 1011: Chapter Three Hundred and Five: Perfect Integration

Chapter 1011 -Three Hundred and Five: Perfect Integration

The Zhaba Earth Stockade of Mt. Immortal Blue is the longest-surviving matrilineal clan within the Beimang territory, where clan members have always been bonded by maternal blood relations. Marriages take the form of either group marriage or walking marriage.

Group marriage usually refers to the collective marital relationship wherein a group of men from one clan marry a group of women from another clan. After entering into group marriage, these individuals live together, and members of the marriage can freely cohabit without being restricted to any one male, and vice versa.

This marriage system is one of the most ancient among the Human Race, and in those obscure ages, it marked the Human Race’s first attempt at imposing restrictions on the relations between sexes.

Perhaps it was from that time that humans began to distinguish themselves from common beasts, and then gradually proliferated and transformed, advancing step by step to become the dominators of the Xiehe continent.

Having discussed group marriage, let’s turn to walking marriage, which, compared to the relatively chaotic form of group marriage, seems a bit more mature.

Due to differences in labor divisions, clan males and females rarely have the opportunity to be alone during the day. It is only in the evening gatherings, under the veil of night, that they express their affection for the one they fancy through singing and dancing. In the open-minded matrilineal society, this courtship is practiced not only by young men toward women but also by young women toward the men they are interested in.

The methods of expression also vary. For instance, if a boy is interested in a girl, he will try to steal her headscarf or her rings and bracelets while singing and dancing. If the girl is not interested in the boy, she will resist fiercely, preventing him from taking her headscarf or rings. But if she also fancies the boy, she might feign shyness and run off, later opening the window of her attic and lighting a lamp in the quiet of the night, waiting for her lover to come for a secret rendezvous.

This type of secret rendezvous is known as “climbing the house.” Usually, the man will ride to the woman’s residence with solemn grandeur, but he must not enter from the front. Instead, he is to climb up to the loft and enter through the window into his lover’s chamber. There, he would hang his hat or belt, items representing his identity, outside the window, indicating that the two are in a rendezvous and should not be disturbed by others.

In general, the man who climbs for a night rendezvous must leave quietly before the sun rises and the woman’s family awakens, otherwise he would be the subject of ridicule.

The children borne from these secret trysts also belong to the mother’s clan, with lineage and inheritance of wealth following the maternal line. In some powerful families, the husband would even move to reside with his wife’s clan.

The freedom inherent in this form of walking marriage is also quite high. For example, the youth of the Zhaba Earth Stockade begin looking for a lover around the ages of sixteen or seventeen. Once they find a lover, they start “climbing the house.” Should the relationship fall apart due to emotional discord or other reasons, it would be dissolved by the man ceasing to climb or the woman refusing to open her window.

It could be said that this form of walking marriage, which forms and dissolves with the break of dawn, is fully based on mutual affection, devoid of any political or financial interests, and completely free of cunning schemes or deceit.

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There’s no such thing as “a third party,” nor the rules of “parents’ orders and matchmakers’ words,” and no concept of “following one’s spouse no matter what.” Men and women in the stockade each live in their own homes, and union is not for the sake of making a living; nor does separation threaten anyone’s survival. Even with great wealth or high status, these could not provide a secure foundation for a stable partnership.

Romantic love is what they pursue, and everything here seemed novel to the senior member of the Xu Clan. Initially planning to leave Beimang, he decided to stay upon seeing the grand bonfire party in the stockade.

He shed his splendid brocade clothes and dressed just like the young people of the stockade, singing and dancing at the evening parties with his barely passable local dialect. After snatching a bunch of headscarves and rings, he started “climbing the house.”

Within a few days, everyone in the stockade knew there was a dashing and handsome young stranger who had turned the place upside down with his charming looks and robust strength, mesmerizing the girls of the stockade.

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Ghost King Ridge, Council Hall

With the determination to investigate, there was nothing in Beimang that the Ji Clan couldn’t find, and that naturally included the whereabouts of Elder Xu. Although Elder Xu of the Xu Clan had never intended to hide his movements, the sight of the secret missive delivered by Wind Media plastered Ji Fu’s forehead with dark lines.

He rose at sunrise and rested at sunset, singing and dancing every day, hooking up with a few local girls before climbing up to his lodging. His attire was indistinguishable from the locals, and if it weren’t for his unforgettable peach blossom eyes, the Wind Media of the Ji Clan would hardly dare to confirm that this man perfectly integrated into the earth stockade was one of the legendary Four Little Saints.

Having invited Tang Luo to the Council Hall, Ji Fu pointed to the secret missive on the table and said helplessly, “We need to take a trip to Mt. Immortal Blue.”

When the two arrived at the earth stockade of Mt. Immortal Blue and saw the handsome man who effortlessly flipped a large black wild boar onto the ground and then laughed heartily while basking in the locals’ adulation, they both felt the urge to face-palm.

Unfortunately, Elder Xu was astonishingly perceptive. He nearly detected Tang Luo and Ji Fu the moment they looked his way to pay their respects.

Turning his head and catching sight of Tang Luo and Ji Fu, the Saint Child of the Xu Clan, who had blended in perfectly with the locals, let out a hearty laugh. After fluently exchanging a few words with his followers in the local tongue, he ran straight towards them.

“Big brother, cousin! What brings you guys here!”

Approaching them, Elder Xu flashed a big smile and kept twisting his body, showing off the robe he was wearing to Tang Luo and Ji Fu, “Look, how do you like my robe!?”

Tang Luo looked Elder Xu up and down, noticing his green, red, and white collarless long robe, and sincerely complimented, “The robe is lovely!”

“Little brother, you really have good taste!” Elder Xu laughed joyously, patting Tang Luo on the shoulder with one hand while pointing at his clothes with the other, “The girls in the stockade wove this for me, and this belt, too!”

After bragging about the robe, Elder Xu proudly pointed to the waistband made from some beast’s hide and boasted to the two, “I worked hard to kill a desolate-class monster to get this fur. How’s that, cool or what?”

“Cool, cool, cool,” Tang Luo responded half-heartedly, then said to Elder Xu, “This isn’t the place to talk. I’ve come to ask you about an important matter; let’s find somewhere else to discuss it.”

“Is that so…” Elder Xu hesitated for a while, as if making a monumental decision. Biting his lip, he pulled out several rings from his waist and said to them, “Wait for me a moment; I’ll go say goodbye!”

With that, he ran back to the group of locals who were dealing with the big black wild boar. He handed back the rings to a few young locals with great reluctance and then returned to the two men looking utterly dejected.

Seeing Elder Xu constantly looking back with every step he took, Tang Luo covered his face and said exasperatedly, “Look at you, so disheartened. It’s not like you’re never coming back. Is it really necessary!?”