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Banished to Another World, Chapter 16: Is there anyone who is Worse than Me?

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   
Banished to Another World, Chapter 16: is there anyone who is worse than me?


Translator: BookAddictzii


Proofreader: The Eunuch

Yuan Zhan got up and walked to the tent’s mouth and blocked the young warrior’s gaze.

The young warrior squinted at the corner of Yuan Zhan’s mouth. He asked with a raised eyebrow: "Where is that kid? The one who was too thin, and did not have much meat on his body. You refused twenty red dates to exchange for him, then how about thirty? Think about those sweet dates."

Yuan Zhan smacked the back of warrior head and said: “Go find your own."

 "Well, is this not the same? You really do not want to exchange”

Yuan Zhan kicked his foot before grabbing the young warrior’s shoulder and dragging him into his arm. With his voice lowered, he asked: "Why did the chief call for me?"

"How would I know~” The young warrior deliberately prolonged his voice.

Yuan Zhan closed his mouth, and forced the young man's body in one direction. He lifted his foot and kicked the warrior’s ass. "You can go back."

The young warrior was propelled forward and wobbled for two steps. He looked back and whispered: "Argh, okay! I did not say I did not know. I just did not want to say it."

Yuan Zhan thought for a moment: “I can let you touch him."

The young warrior's eyes lit up, but then he suddenly whispered: "I can get a light touch. Okay. Okay. I do not know the details, but, a while ago, I seem to hear Qiu Da Ren and Chief mentioned something like Cirsium leaf that can stop bleeding,"

"Only so much”

"So much. I have to touch him twice!"

"... Okay. Just touch his ankle."

After the young warrior got the promise, he left with joy. Yuan Zhan walked back to the tent.

Yan Mo was thinking about the fire punishment when he saw Yuan Zhan come in and stare at him.

Yuan Zhan walked towards Yan Mo who was neither dirty nor smelly. He touched the two bare feet and attentively looked at them. He grabbed the boy's right leg and frowned.

Yan Mo didn't understand the mind of this young man and only felt regret when he said: "You shouldn't take it off else I have to re-enforce it."

Yuan Zhan shook his head. "It is useless."

What's useless?

"Fat dog has seen your injury. I am not sure if he will tell priest Qiu Shi Da Ren, but if Qiu Shi Da Ren wants to check you, he will definitely ask you about your origin.”

"Why would he check?”

“Because the medicinal property of Cirsium leaves and eucalyptus leaves were not concealed from others in the tribe. I heard you told Cao Ting that Cirsium leaves can stop the bleeding... Did you tell someone else? "




“Yes.”

“It seems that the effects of Cirsium leaves was something that must have spread in the tribe, and someone probably used it and found its effectiveness; otherwise, Qiu Da Ren would not summon you.”

Cirsium leaf’s effect gradually spread in Yuan Ji Tribe. Yan Mo has been suppressed by the reformation enforced by the Guide.

During the night before, Yang Mo found that The Guide would conduct statistics on a nightly basis. It counted the credits collected when some people used the big Cirsium leaves and was convinced by its effect. Credits can only be given for the action of students he personally taught like Cao Ting and He Tu. If it was a student who was taught by Cao Ting and He Tu, the success of using Cirsium leaves will not be credited back to him.

Credits for the use Cirsium leaves wasn’t the only one counted. There are also credits for products of needlework, use of salt water disinfectant, products of straw mat weaving, use compression homeostasis and simple dressing, etc. He also received some reductions of scum level from Cao Ting and others.

That is to say, the "MLM-type scum reduction method" is only effective for the first generation of students whom he personally taught. Yan Mo thought that this was probably a way for the Guide to reform him by encouraging him to teach more people.

Yan Mo took back his thoughts and sat up. "Does this mean Qiu Da Ren is likely to check my injuries?"

"You are the first person to use the big Cirsium leaf. This is done not only to ensure that you will not harm people but also to see its effect. The priest Da Ren will inevitably check your wounds. What's more...?” Yuan Zhan paused. "He will take your Master into consideration, and I am not very pleasing to his eyes."

"So... I have to make sure the priest, who is not pleasing to the eyes, does not doubt me. Do I have to break and cut my long legs?" Yan Mo made a second joke since he arrived here.

Yuan Zhan nodded in a painful gaze. "Da He is a potential warrior in the family. He can testify that the herbs will affect the recovery of the injury without letting Qui Shi Da Ren carefully look at his wound. On the other hand, you are just a slave so he will want to."

Basically, I was dragged into this because of you, kid? Yan Mo managed to hold back the words ‘you are useless’ because he knew that it was not Yuan Zhan’s fault. If he was like any other slave, the priest would not notice him.

"Dear Master, can I still run away now? If you are willing to let me go, I swear that I will repay you in the future." He was previously happy that God finally gave him some preferential treatment, but now, he wanted nothing more than to bury God.

Yuan Zhan couldn't understand the meaning of the word “Dear," but he also understood that the boy was expressing his indignation and dissatisfaction in his unique way.

The young man poked the boy's face, smiled and said: "How far can you run? Do not even say you can survive outside during winter. The beasts outside which are waiting for the winter food will not let you go. Forget it. Anyway, your healing ability is better than others."

Bullshit! Just because it is not your meat and bones; it isn’t you who is going to end up getting hurt, right?

"There are big differences between fresh wounds and old wounds. Can the priest see them?"

"At night, only the torches are illuminated, and the Priest is also old. If you can put some mud on the wounds and your hands as well as bruise your feet, then there is a chance you can confuse him."

"Cut wounds and animal bites are very different." The difference between the two is big.

Yuan Zhan illuminated the bright white teeth, indicating that he does not mind helping him bite enough to make a wound.

Yan Mo looked at the young man’s well developed canine teeth and suddenly felt his right leg ache even more.




"Hurry up! Don't let the Chief and the priests wait for a long time."

Yan Mo stared at the young man and wanted to kill him but... he didn't want to be stared at by the priests of this tribe because of his healing ability. Motherfuckers, what kind of bad situation is this? Why did he let him run into it? 

Taking a deep breath, Yan Mo finally reached out his hand: "Please hand me the stone knife."

With a little bit of intelligence, he confirmed it again: "If the priest finds that my healing ability is better, he will..."

Yuan Zhan pulled out the stone knife and handed it to him. He dispelled his hope: "The Yuan Ji Tribe priest has always coveted the bone powder in the hands of the Red Earth tribe priests. Since the cost of invading the red earth tribe is too big, the priest Qiu Da Ren can only lament why the god did not come near Yuan Ji Tribe."

Yan Mo listened and decide not think anymore. He took the stone knife and stroked his leg.

When the blood flowed out, Yan Mo pulled the stone knife and handed it back to Yuan Zhan. "You are stronger than me. You have to cut off my bones. Please be sure to cut it off clean." After Yan Mo finished, he grabbed the rotten animal hind and stuffed it into his mouth.

... He is stupid! He is afraid this bastard will accidentally cut his artery and could only draw a line for him on his leg; maybe the Guide made him stupid? 

Seeing that the boy did not hesitate to kneel down on his own knife, Yuan Zhan, for the first time, felt some appreciation and respect for the boy.

If the child was not bitten by a beast and was not abandoned by his people, would he become a very good warrior?  Also, since he can heal his own injuries, why did his family still abandoned him? Or did he and his people accidentally left and forgot to bring him.

The young man touched the boy's face and waved his hand with a stone knife! 

"Fu*k——!"

The moon rose to the treetops, and yet the square was still very lively. The aroma of barbecue can be smelled from far away.

In the tents, on the roadside and in the squares; there are people everywhere: a man screams, women cry, and various sounds intertwined. Tonight is also the continuation of this race’s family roots. 

Aside from the tribesmen who were at the square, there were also tribesmen who were guarding the entrance to the tribe and warriors who were responsible for guarding the lookout post tonight. These men seemed unbothered by the fiery atmosphere. Everyone has a cold face and a wooden spear in their hands while watching the front of the tribe and the sky respectively.

Yuan Zhan came to the chieftain's tent with Yan Mo.

The curtain of the big tent was open, and two guards were on the outside guarding the opening. Neither of the two spared Yuan Zhan a look.

How can a primitive tribe develop such a disciplined army? Why is the male leader of the Red Earth tribe called the patriarch, while the leader of Yuan Tribe is called the chief? Aren't they the same or do they have difference in their meaning? 

Yan Mo can't figure it out. He can only temporarily let it go.

Yuan Zhan threw Yan Mo on the ground after he entered. Yan Mo rolled over on the ground, and pressed on his newly cut-off leg injury. He couldn't help but lay on the floor and suck up the air. It was freaking painful!

This dog sh*t tribe! Be careful with the priest! When he leaves the tribe, he must revenge against all the grievances and sufferings he has suffered during this time. 




The big tent is quite wide. In addition to the chief and the old priest who were talking, there were also several fighters. Among them were the top rank warriors whose forces were exclusively under the Chief’s command. These four warriors were Yuan Shan, Yuan Diao, the red date male, and another young warrior that Yan Mo has never seen before.

After Yuan Zhan came in, he raised his right hand and made a fist. While bowing his head, he smacked his fist on his left chest and greeted the Chief and the priest. After the greeting was finished, he stood up straight and looked straight ahead without speaking.

Yan Mo found that the warriors in this big tent stood in the same position as Yuan Zhan and they even have the same expressions. When Yuan Zhan took him in, no one spared him a glance. The chief and the old priest sat cross-legged on a stone platform about one meter high. The stone bench was made of flat stones and was covered with thick animal skin.

"Da Zhan." The chief looked to Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan stepped forward.

"That is your slave?"

"Yes."

"Where is he from?"

"The remnant of the Salt Mountain tribe."

"Why doesn’t he have the slave’s mark on him?"

"I was out hunting. It will be done tomorrow."

Yuan Zhan's words are simple, but the chieftain understood. He looked to the side where old priest Qiu Shi Da Ren sat.

Qiu Da Ren nodded and asked: "Do you know what he can do?”

“Know."

"Is this slave a Salt Mountain priest disciple?"

"No."

Qiu Shi did not ask again. He also met the Salt Mountain priest and his disciples. Looking at the slave, it was not the same person as the disciples he saw.

"I have something to ask your slave."

"Yes." Yuan Zhan bent over and grabbed Yan Mo, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him to the stone platform.

Qiu Shi swept his eyes on the injured leg and asked: "How do you know that the weeds are called Cirsium leaves, and can stop bleeding and that it can also be eaten as food?"

Yan Mo didn't dare look up. He trembled while giving a reply: "Replying to Priest, the knowledge of this weed grass was taught by my father."




"Where is your father?"

"He and the tribesmen fled. I do not know where they are going." The boy was shivering very badly.

"Are you injured?" Qiu Shi asked.

"Yes."

"Did you use the leaves?"

"Yes."

Qiu Da Ren waved and ordered Yuan Zhan: "Open the wound."

Yuan Zhan immediately knelt and reached for the hay wrapped in the boy's right leg. The large stalk residue on the wound was completely erased.

The blood immediately ran down from the boy’s leg, and the young man, who was sore, trembled but dare not resist.

Qiu Shi came down from the stone platform and walked down to the boy to take a look. A strange smell rushed into his nostrils.

There were only four torches in the tent. The light was not bright enough, but it was enough to see the wound. He just needed to look at it for a little bit.

The old priest slightly covered his nose and saw a bite in the leg of the boy. The broken bones inside were tightly mangled, but the broken section was still clear. It was obvious that it had yet to heal. These conditions are consistent with the fat dog’s description of the wound.

The wound was a little dirty, but it was basically raw and there was no obvious spoilage. Moreover, when the herbal medicine was applied on the wound, there was no bleeding. Until the herbal medicine was wiped off, the blood flowed out again, indicating that the Cirsium leaves did have some effect.

Qiu Shi suddenly extended his fingers and poked it in the wound.

The boy screamed.

Yuan Zhan did not respond.

Qiu Shi straightened up his body and said to Yuan Zhan: "Cut his leg; this leg cannot be saved. Winter is coming. Do not raise such a wasteful thing"

Cut your own motherf**king leg! Yan Mo ground his teeth. He was very careful when he cut himself and as a result, the old bastard not only poked his fingers in it, but also his nails which were long and dirty. If he was just an ordinary slave, this leg would not grow well and cause inflammation and infection. 

"I will wait for the winter." Yuan Zhan said so in simple manner that was understood by everyone in the tent. He said that if the boy’s leg injury did not improve after winter, he will make him into food.

Qiu Shi kicked the young boy's injured leg and looked down at the boy's face. He suddenly asked: "Why did you not use a wooden board to fix the broken bone?"

Yuan Zhan didn't know Yan Mo's heart was cold, and was filled with hatred!







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  1. Poor Yan Mo. The primitive tribes are really hateful. Yan Mo must leave in order to teach YZ a lesson. And this tribe... *sigh half expecting for the tribe to be destroyed except those the good ones

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  2. Ok, now pray for the tribe. XD

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  3. I got chills on my own legs, poor yan mo... ��

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