With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 553 So that’s it
He looked down and saw a small wooden tag around his neck with the words "Jing Chu" written on it.

The moment he saw the name Jing Chu, he was jolted, and a sharp pain shot through his head.

A flood of blurry images rushed through his mind, but they flashed by so quickly that he only managed to grasp a few.

"So that's my name."

At that moment, he remembered his name, which was Jing Chu.

He vaguely remembered that a very important female had given him a name.

Moreover, just hearing the name Jingchu filled him with joy.

He covered his chest with his hand, where unfamiliar emotions and feelings resided.

"Perhaps if I find her, I can find my lost memories."

"Perhaps it's because I slept for too long."

If you sleep for too long, you will lose your memory.

With a flick of his finger, a force instantly smoothed back down the ground that had just been overturned by the coffin.

Everything seemed normal.

However, after using this power, he touched something on his body and felt a pain, causing him to cough involuntarily.

"Cough cough..."

Jing Chu coughed, and then coughed up blood.

He wiped his mouth, seemingly unconcerned.

But he seemed to understand something, muttering to himself, "So the reason for being in the magical coffin is to nourish the body."

He vaguely felt that he had been sleeping in the coffin earlier in order to live a long time.

As for where this ritual coffin came from, he doesn't know yet.

Jing Chu coughed for a while before calming down, suppressing the churning taste of blood in her throat, and walked out step by step.

His figure exuded an air of refined elegance, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet carrying a hint of desolation.

After Jing Chu emerged from the forest, a beastman happened to be chopping wood. He spotted him immediately, and when he turned around and saw him clearly, he exclaimed, "Ancestor!"

He was so frightened that he fell straight down from the tree.

He knelt down tremblingly, saying, "This humble one greets the venerable ancestor."

"Welcome back, Ancestor."

Jing Chu looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

The snake-beastman respectfully said, "I am a villager of Shoushan Village. Oh, 100,000 years ago, this place at the foot of the mountain was the Snake Tribe, a tribe personally established by you, Ancestor."

“Our ancestor said that 100,000 years ago, he was almost killed by a wildfire and flood. It was you, ancestor, who saved him and many snake-beast people. You brought everyone here and built this tribe. Now, we don’t call this place a tribe anymore, we call it a village. So we call it Shoushan Village.”

"Our ancestors instructed their descendants to guard this mountain, saying that our ancestor had gone into seclusion and that we should patiently wait for him to wake up and come out of the mountain."

"No one is allowed to disturb the Ancestor's seclusion."

Based on these words, Jing Chu was able to piece together some of the story.

"It has been 100,000 years."

He vaguely saw images of wildfires, floods, war, bloodshed, and a giant claw in his mind.

A memory flashed through his mind: "The Great Cataclysm."

I never imagined he would fall asleep for such a long time.

"How did you recognize me?"

The man respectfully said, "The village ancestral hall enshrines a portrait of our ancestor, and there is a large-scale sacrificial ceremony every year before the New Year. Everyone in the village, young and old, knows about our ancestor."

They hold sacrificial ceremonies to pray for the blessings of their ancestors.

"Yes, get up. Take me to see your village."

He happens to know some things about it.

"Yes, old man."

The snake-beastman thought that if everyone in the village knew that their ancestor had emerged from seclusion, they would be incredibly excited. Every household would be thinking of slaughtering chickens and pigs to entertain their ancestor.

As they walked out, they saw a village at the foot of the mountain, behind which were cultivated fields planted with many things.

During this season, he saw those vegetables, and suddenly a vision flashed through his mind.

"Jingchu, this isn't grass, it's cabbage, you can make a lot of food from it. And this is scallion..."

A vague female figure appeared in his mind; her voice was so beautiful as she carefully taught him to identify many kinds of food.

His previously empty heart felt a warmth in his chest as he suddenly thought of these things.

He subconsciously sensed that she was very, very important.

"This is a cabbage."

The snake-beastman, named Mu Qing, looked at Jing Chu with gratitude upon hearing these words and explained, "It's cabbage. Thanks to the ancestor's teachings, we can identify many kinds of food. We cultivate fields nearby to grow these foods, and when it gets cold, we stock up on enough for the whole family. We don't have to risk hunting anymore."

"Because we teach the orcs in the nearby tribes to farm and raise chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, their views on us snake orcs have changed a lot."

"When we hear our ancestors talk about the old days, we feel that our current lives are peaceful and safe, which is good."

Being able to store food eliminates the need for hunting, which solves many problems.

They had never been to the outside world and had no idea what it was like.

But having heard about the living environment of 100,000 years ago, they never had the thought of leaving. They felt that life in the tribe was good because they had food and clothing, no danger, and everyone in the tribe was very united. They also got along well with the orcs from the surrounding tribes.

Of course, while this place looks peaceful and safe, it's not the same outside. No one knows what secret method the ancestor used to protect this place, preventing outsiders from entering.

Furthermore, their skills in farming and cultivating the land were all taught to them by their ancestor, and everyone in their village is grateful to him.

Every year during the sacrificial ceremony, we devoutly pray for our ancestors.

Tribal chiefs would recount the story of their ancestors during sacrificial rites, so that the young people and children of the tribe would remember the kindness of their ancestors and remember to guard the mountain and wait for their ancestors to emerge from seclusion.

Jing Chu's expression shifted slightly. "I see."

He looked towards the village, where wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, creating a peaceful scene.

For some reason, this seemed to be the scene he had once longed for: no fighting, the snake-beastmen living in peace and prosperity, without discrimination or danger.

Are all the females in your tribe snake-beastmen?

"No, there are other orcs as well."

Do they discriminate against or hate snake-beastmen?

Mu Qing shook his head and said, "No, everyone is very nice. The females are also very nice to their beastmen. Everyone works together, the men plow and the women weave. The cloth we wear is woven by the females in the village, and we can sell it at the market."

"That's good."

In Jingchu's memory, some of the females were wicked and loathed the snake-beastmen.

This place seems to have a good sense of environmental awareness.

That makes sense; after 100,000 years, some changes are to be expected.

"where is this place?"

"We don't know either. We heard from our ancestors that this is not the continent where our ancestors lived. The environment here is better than the place before."

"Our ancestor said that when he brought them here, he used up too much of his strength and suffered serious injuries, which is why he had to go into seclusion to recuperate."

"It seems that this place can only be entered but not left. Fighting between orcs is not allowed. If orcs fight each other, they will be squeezed out by an invisible force."

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Su Mansion, Mortal Beast Continent
Su Muyao was unaware of all this; she fell asleep after forming a pact with Wen Nanxi.

Su Muyao slept for three days straight.

This time it wasn't from exhaustion; her body had also received some of the medicinal effects, her mental sea had doubled in size, and her soul seemed to have been repaired.

Su Muyao was unaware of the problem with her body.

She felt very comfortable after falling asleep and remained asleep.

Wen Nanxi's body recovered and his strength increased. In the past three days, apart from staying by Su Muyao's side, he also fused and absorbed the memories of the soul fragments.

(End of this chapter)