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Chapter 21 Heavy Sorrow
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's slender eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became much deeper.

Fuying gently twirled the almost transparent silk thread between her fingertips, her movements carrying a touch of casualness.

She raised her eyes, giving the mysterious man a cold glance. Her voice was alluring yet carried an undeniable firmness: "I've said it before, the Beast God protects the entire Beastman continent. With a compassionate heart, how could he indiscriminately kill the innocent? Sacrificing living people is such a cruel and inhumane act; how could the Beast God stand idly by?!"

At this point, she tilted her head slightly, her aura becoming imposing: "No matter who is on the altar today, as the messenger of the Beast God, I will save them without question! This is my mission!"

After uttering those cringeworthy, chuunibyou lines, Fuying pulled herself away from the altar by the silken threads.

The mysterious man frowned but did not stop her. Instead, he looked at Mo Yan, who was staring at the direction Fu Ying had left in: "Is she not a shaman from the Half-Mountain Tribe?"

Mo Yan's eyes were dark as he shook his head: "She's just a wandering female without a tribe who just joined the Half-Mountain Tribe. I never expected her to be a shaman."

The mysterious man's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "We must find out the truth!"

Mo Yan nodded slightly: "Understood."

The mysterious man's tone softened slightly as he raised his hand and patted Mo Yan's shoulder: "Although the totem sacrifice failed, you brought people from the Half-Mountain Tribe, which greatly increased the strength of our Cangshan Tribe. That's a good thing!"

Mo Yan pursed his lips and remained silent, turning his head to look in the direction Fu Ying had left, his eyes half-closed.

Now, he has a new goal, an interesting one.

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Fuying pulled the silk thread and followed Teng all the way to a mountain cave.

The cave is located on the very edge of the village. The entrance is overgrown with weeds, so dense that it seems to have been abandoned for a long time. Due to neglect, dung beetles can be seen slowly crawling through the grass, pushing dung balls. The stench of decay complements the dilapidated surroundings, highlighting the desolation and decay of the place.

Such harsh living conditions are hard to reconcile with the identity of the "son of a noble tribal chief" mentioned by the mysterious person.

It's not hard to imagine that when Teng returned from the oasis tribe, his status would plummet to an abyss.

The once-glorious number one warrior of Beishan has now fallen so low that he has to live here.

Fu Ying cursed the original owner of the body for his sins, then pushed aside the weeds and entered the cave.

Upon entering the cave, a cold and damp atmosphere immediately enveloped my entire body.

The cave was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, as if swallowed by endless darkness. Only the dripping sound of water from deep within echoed in the silence, adding to the eerie chill.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze hidden in the shadows, and steadily walked towards the depths of the cave.

The cave was winding, deep, and long; she walked for a long time before stopping.

In that most secluded corner, a gaunt figure huddled up – it was Teng.

Fuying stepped forward, but the movement did not disturb Teng. Only when he got closer did he realize that Teng had lost consciousness.

“Teng?” Fuying called out.

Teng trembled violently and uncontrollably, and did not respond.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his chapped lips parted slightly. Even in his unconscious state, he was muttering to himself, looking helpless and in pain.

"Fuying, die... have your tendons pulled out... have your bones crushed... may you die a horrible death..."

Fu Ying's lips twitched. To be honest, contact with Teng was life-threatening. She had to hide her identity as "Fu Ying" and complete the mission quietly.

She sighed and reached out to touch Teng's forehead; it was burning hot.

Teng lost his beast crystal and his star pattern shattered. His situation was even more serious than Dan Yue's. His hair had begun to turn white from the ends, which was a sign of his lifespan fading.

Fu Ying frowned, just about to reach out and pull Teng into his arms, when suddenly, something unexpected happened!
Teng, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes as if sensing a deadly threat. His dark green eyes were filled with ferocity, and almost the instant he opened them, his hand shot out like lightning, carrying a chilling killing intent, and went straight for Fuying's neck, as if he wanted to kill her!

Fu Ying grabbed Teng's hand. He was menacing, but his strength was not particularly great.

"Be good, you need treatment." Fu Ying pressed Teng against the cold wall, her charming voice carrying a hint of soothing.

However, her attempts to comfort her were clearly ineffective.

"Die!" Teng's forehead veins bulged, and his dark green eyes were filled with ferocity.

Fu Ying had a headache. After a moment of stalemate, she flipped her wrist, her palm instantly tightening like a knife. With unwavering determination, she swiftly slashed at Teng's nape.

Teng's brows furrowed into a deep frown, a flicker of pain crossed his face, and then his eyes closed as he fainted.

Fu Ying blew on her palm and said impatiently, "I told you to behave."

She's no delicate female; she's got strength and cunning!

As soon as Teng fainted, Fuying no longer hesitated and quickly peeled off the filthy animal skin from his body.

The animal hide was casually tossed on the ground, instantly raising a small cloud of dust, which was quite thick.

But then, Fuying froze on the spot, staring at Teng, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Her eyes were completely stunned, as if frozen in place, and her heart felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it.

When she recalled facing Dan Yue, she still felt pity and admiration. But now, looking at the naked and wounded Teng in front of her, all her complex emotions vanished, leaving only an overwhelming sorrow.

This sorrow is so heavy it's suffocating.

His emaciated body was covered with scars, almost every corner of his body, some of which had rotted and festered, and maggots had even grown in places on his back that could not be touched.

Maggots were gnawing at his flesh and bones every moment. It's not hard to imagine that this excruciating pain was like sharp steel knives constantly scraping at his nerves, causing him unbearable agony.

Of all the horrific wounds on Teng's body, the one in his heart was the most fatal.

On his chest, there was a wound the size of a thumb. Although the wound was small, it looked like a hole that had been chiseled open, dark and gaping, piercing straight through his heart.

Strangely, wisps of lightning were slowly flowing out of the wound.

These lightning bolts were no longer as dazzling as before; they had become extremely thin and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if they could be extinguished at any moment, silently proclaiming the imminent danger of his life.

And these are all from the original main trunk.

Fu Ying pursed her lips, not even knowing how to touch him. Even though she had experienced countless small worlds and seen many male protagonists with tragic fates, Teng still made her feel compassion.

With a wave of her hand, the dark cave was illuminated by fluorescent light, and became much cleaner and tidier.

A huge bathtub suddenly appeared, and Fuying used a "rain-praying talisman" to pour rain into the tub. Then, a fireball heated the tub through it. The series of actions were smooth and seamless.

After finishing these steps, Fu Ying clapped her hands, took out the medicinal herbs from her spatial storage, and put them into the bathtub one by one according to the proportions. Soon, the herbs dissolved, and the water in the bathtub turned emerald green, emitting a fresh and pleasant scent.

Teng's body was severely damaged and could not withstand the potent and domineering effects of the elixir. He could only proceed gradually, starting with a medicinal bath.

However, there aren't many medicinal herbs left.

Fu Ying frowned, wondering if there were any medicinal herbs with similar effects on the Beastman Continent.
(End of this chapter)