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Chapter 20 Witch? She can be one too!

Mo Yan reached out and touched the raindrops on her face. When she looked up at Fu Ying again, her expression changed.

If he had any doubts before, wondering if the woman in front of him was the one who had teased him last night, he was now completely certain after she demonstrated her witchcraft abilities!
A witch who can both become invisible and bring rain—such dual abilities are truly unbelievable.

Not only Mo Yan, but the mysterious man on the altar wearing a snake-head mask also changed his expression when he saw the extinguished torch. He looked at Fu Ying with a deep gaze and said coldly, "Are you the shaman of the Half-Mountain Tribe?"

"No, I do not belong to any tribe; I am a free shaman!"

Fuying raised her chin slightly; although she wasn't good-looking, her demeanor was both noble and unrestrained.

She walked through the kneeling orcs toward the altar.

Mo Yan's face darkened. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the shaman on the altar walk towards Fu Ying. He fell silent, but his hands clenched slightly. This unfamiliar female from the mountain tribe was quite capable and could be used. If she was killed by the shaman, she would be worthless. Should he protect her?

Just as Mo Yan was pondering, a ghostly green light suddenly surged from the mysterious man's palm, like a will-o'-the-wisp appearing suddenly, carrying a chilling aura, and like a ferocious claw shadow, it slashed down at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.

She clenched her fist instantly and slammed it straight into the mysterious man's chest. In an instant, a vast and surging aura erupted from Fuying, causing the surrounding air to tremble!

The two men's fists collided with a loud bang, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The next instant, the veins on the side of the mysterious man's neck bulged slightly, and he uncontrollably took half a step back!
The torrential rain gradually subsided, and even the sound of the wind seemed to freeze; no one dared to move.

Mo Yan was slightly surprised, and his gaze towards Fu Ying changed several times. A female, and a female without star markings at that. Even if she was a witch, how could she possess such power? Even Gui was no match for her?
Fu Ying slightly raised her chin and snorted softly, "I've already said it, I am the Beast God's messenger."

She's willing to keep a low profile because she hasn't figured out the basic power structure of the orc continent yet, but she doesn't intend to live a cowardly life. If anyone bullies her, as long as it doesn't affect her mission, hehe, she'll beat them up first!
Thinking this, Fu Ying glanced at Mo Yan, who was filled with shock, and gave him a smile.

If this weren't the Cangshan tribe, and if we didn't have to be wary of the Teng, we would have skinned them today!
Mo Yan's pupils contracted, and the previous disdain disappeared from his face, replaced by a look of keen interest.

He slowly stood up, a meaningful smile playing on his lips as he looked at Fu Ying and said, "I underestimated you. With you joining the Cangshan tribe, it's only a matter of time before we dominate the North Mountain!"

After speaking, he leaned forward slightly, his posture inquiring, and asked softly, "Little female, what's your name? What kind of beastman are you?"

The Cangshan tribe is renowned in the North Mountain and is well-informed, yet they have never heard of a shaman with dual abilities. Could this little female in front of them be from outside the North Mountain?
Thinking this, a hint of wariness flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.

He had only heard of the world outside Beishan, but had never been there. This was because Beishan was a bitterly cold place where the Beast God had trapped him, and the only way to leave was to cross the Triangle Sea, which was fraught with danger.

"None of your business?" Fu Ying rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with this two-faced guy.

Mo Yan's expression darkened, and he almost lost his pretense of gentleness, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Fu Ying didn't care at all, but instead looked up at Teng, who was tied to the stone pillar.

Throughout, his lips remained tightly closed, uttering only a few curses filled with overwhelming hatred.

Even though her actions caused a mishap during the totem ritual, and he narrowly escaped death, his green eyes remained as if coated with poison, churning with malevolence without showing any sign of abating. Fu Ying looked at Teng, her gaze deepening slightly.

She chose to reveal her strength for two reasons: first, to intimidate the many orcs of the Cangshan tribe, and second, to win over Teng.

The Serpent Beast Husband, one of the male protagonists, needs to resolve his resentment and reshape the Beast Crystal to change the outcome of his childlessness. However, she clearly heard the curse just now. If she dares to approach Teng under the identity of Fu Ying, she might not even need to win him over; Teng will perish together with her. This is a dead end.

It just so happens that she is now using the identity of "Hua Hua" to save him like a savior. How could a normal person not be grateful?

Let's start the first step of the strategy now!
The male's feelings for the female are the same as a man's feelings for a woman: it starts with gratitude, then turns into liking, then into deep love, and then naturally they have offspring—a happy ending for everyone!

Moreover, Fuying is not a witch. No matter how much Teng doubts, he will not believe that the evil female who persecuted him is the flower in front of him!
Fu Ying silently gave herself a thumbs up for her cleverness.

With this in mind, Fuying didn't delay any longer.

With a flick of her finger, a sharp streak of light flashed across the night sky, easily severing the ropes binding Teng.

As Teng tumbled down the stone pillar, at the critical moment, Fuying's eyes suddenly lit up. With a light tap of his feet, he shot out like lightning, his movements fluid and graceful, catching Teng firmly in his arms.

Look at her figure, she is obviously thin and small, but she can lift Teng, who is nearly two meters tall, without any difficulty.

This might be related to his thinness. When Fu Ying actually got to know him, he found that Teng in his arms did not have the strength of an adult male at all. Perhaps because of the broken star pattern, he was thin and bony.

She frowned slightly, and even weighed it in her hand.

Teng's dark green eyes gleamed with a ghostly light as he stared intently at Fuying.

But as Fuying weighed him up, he tensed up, exerted force in his arm, and forcefully flung her hand away.

Immediately afterwards, Teng's knees buckled and he fell heavily to the ground, his knees colliding with a dull thud.

He clenched his teeth, looking disheveled, his face slightly distorted by suppressed emotions. Even though he was rescued by Fuying, he didn't even bother to utter a word of thanks, let alone communicate with his fellow tribesmen.

Teng staggered, his steps unsteady, like a soulless shell, stumbling away from the altar and quickly disappearing into the night, leaving only a lonely and cold figure.

With his departure, the totem rituals could no longer continue.

The orcs kneeling around the altar whispered among themselves, their faces filled with anger but unable to speak out.

Teng was released, and the totem ritual suddenly ended. What if the beast god gets angry again?
The mysterious man reached out and clutched his chest, which was wracked with pain; his heavy breathing sounded like the strain of a broken bellows.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight at Fuying, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Teng led the Cangshan tribe to massacre the oasis tribes in revenge, even the shamans were slaughtered. The Beast God was enraged and punished the entire North Mountain. Why did you save him? What is your relationship with Teng?"

(End of this chapter)