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Chapter 139 The "Slaves" Sold

Having said that, Fu Ying naturally stopped asking questions.

The rest of the journey was unusually silent, and no one mentioned "Ru" or "Young Clan Chief" again.

Fuying straddled Qinglan's back, her fingertips sinking into his fur. She lowered her eyelashes and remained silent. Qinglan's long tail silently wrapped around her waist, the tip of which gently brushed against the back of her hand.

"It's alright, we'll find him." Qinglan's voice was ethereal and clear, and perhaps because of her beast form, it carried the purring vibrations unique to cat-like beastmen, which came from the back she was pressed against.

Fuying lowered her whole body, burying her face in the fur on Qinglan's back, as if she were sinking into the snow.

He turned his head and glanced at her, his purple eyes flickering slightly.

He could understand that they were talking about Dan Yue, the merman beastman with the severed tail.

Afraid that she would fall, Qinglan curled her tail even tighter, protecting her firmly.

He treaded lightly, his paws barely making a sound as they trod across the muddy path, each step incredibly steady, as if he were carrying the weight of the entire world on his back.

After two days of bumpy travel, we finally arrived at the location of the tribal trade fair.

Fuying took a bite of wild fruit and looked at the endless cluster of thatched huts, which stretched as far as the eye could see. Banners with various tribal totems fluttered in the wind, creating a cacophony of sounds.

She raised an eyebrow slightly: "It really is a gathering of all the tribes in Beishan. It's quite lively."

His long, slender eyelashes covered his deep purple pupils, casting dark shadows on his nose. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being ground out of his chest: "Just for a fallen orc with an eight-star mark?"

His voice faded into the cacophony of voices, carrying an indescribable sarcasm.

Qinglan's ear tips twitched slightly, and her gray-brown beast eyes looked at him. Her voice was calm: "In the eyes of the beastmen, fallen beastmen are filth. They will fight with all their might in such matters."

"What are you talking about?" Jingxiang suddenly leaned over, tilting her head and looking at them with a puzzled expression.

Fu Ying turned to look at her, a faint smile playing on her lips: "What's wrong?"

Jingxiang stared, somewhat mesmerized, at the gentle smile spreading across her alluring face.

A breeze rippled through her silk robes, and she suddenly remembered Xingyao's words. She gritted her teeth and waved her hand, "No, it's nothing. It's just... we've arrived at the tribal trade fair, and we still have things to trade with other tribes, so we have to leave first. See you next time, Huahua."

After saying that, Jingxiang and her companions plunged into the crowd without looking back.

Fu Ying watched Jing Xiang disappear into the distance until she and Xing Yao's figures were completely swallowed up by the crowd.

Qinglan's voice was ethereal as she whispered, "Aren't you going to ask anymore?"

She lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips gently stroking the fur on Qinglan's neck, and said softly, "No need. The important thing now is to find Wu. As for Danyue, she will tell me."

A wisp of red thread lingered around Fuying's fingertips, but others could not see it clearly.

Qinglan responded with a barely audible snort from her Adam's apple.

Just then, a deep drumbeat came from the distant altar, the sound waves causing the thatched hut to vibrate and tremble.

Fuying gracefully leaped off the snow leopard's back and stood with Ni.

A halo of light emanated from Qinglan, and she instantly transformed into human form, protecting her on the other side.

The three of them looked toward the altar, where several tribal chiefs, each with their own distinct style, stood in the distance.

Fu Ying squinted, her eyes scanning each face. They were all leaders of large tribes. She had expected to see Mo Yan among them, but to her surprise, he wasn't. After successively annihilating the Oasis Tribe and annexing the Half-Mountain Tribe, the Cangshan Tribe should have firmly secured its position as the overlord of the North Mountain, but he hadn't come. This meant that he didn't want to participate in the operation to besiege Bai Cang.

At this moment, the leader spoke up.

He was a burly man with a long beard and a string of bone ornaments hanging from his bare, bronze chest, which made a dull, loud sound when they struck each other.

"The fact that all the tribes have gathered in the wilderness to hold this tribal trade fair is a great honor for me, Old Bear." The burly man clasped his hands and looked around, the bone beads on his chest rattling.

He grinned, revealing yellowed fangs: "Today, we're going to make a special deal first."

Having said that, he put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Bring the person up here—"

With a series of staggering footsteps, the altar suddenly trembled, and a long line of orcs, their necks wrapped in rough vines, were dragged up the platform one after another like pigs.

These orcs were filthy, their bodies ripped and bleeding from the dark red wounds caused by whipping.

Fu Ying frowned slightly as he looked at the bloody scene.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of rust assaulted her nostrils, causing her stomach to churn. She bent over slightly, suppressing a barely audible dry heave. Qinglan immediately stepped aside to block the draft and gently supported her with her warm hand.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers threading through the loose strands of hair on the pillar, and pulled her into his arms.

The rich, subtle fragrance emanating from him enveloped him like an invisible barrier, masking the stench of blood.

The tribal beastmen surrounding the altar gasped at the sight, taking a few steps back as if they found the beastmen on the platform too dirty.

If the corrupted orcs are feared by everyone, then these wandering orcs are despised by everyone.

The old bear chieftain grinned, his voice booming like thunder: "Look closely, these wandering orcs are our goods for this trade! The highest bidder, using beast cores, can take the wandering orcs back as slaves!"

As he spoke, he grinned maliciously and kicked a wandering orc. As the orc screamed and fell to the ground, he stomped on him hard. With a dull thud as flesh tore, the old bear chieftain's foot was instantly stained with blood.

The orc trembled violently, but bit his lip tightly and didn't utter a sound. His beastly eyes were like embers about to go out.

Instantly, the area below the altar erupted in commotion.

Several fox tribe beast merchants had already crowded to the front of the altar, taking out bulging bags of beast cores.

One of the fox merchants squinted and lifted the chin of a wandering orc.

The orc who was touched suddenly sprang up, and just as he was about to bite the fox merchant's hand, the vine was suddenly pulled tight. The orc's eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at the fox merchant, while a burst of laughter erupted from below the platform.

The fox merchant smiled happily and turned to his companion, saying, "These beastmen are quite good. They're strong, and the offspring they produce will definitely be tough. Let's buy them all and breed them with the females in the female dens. In two or three rainy seasons at most, our caravan will have a few more litters of good laborers. Who knows, they might even produce females!"

These words caused the wandering beastmen on the altar to contort their faces with rage, but their auras gradually weakened.

Fuying leaned against Ni's chest, her gaze piercing through the noisy crowd and fixed on the orcs on the high platform.

Her gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, finally settling on a young orc.

His back was straight as a spear, and even though he was covered in blood, it could not hide his unyielding spirit.

Beneath blood-stained eyelashes were a pair of beastly eyes, gold and red, which flashed with a chilling light the moment they met Fu Ying's gaze—a chilling clarity.

(End of this chapter)