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Chapter 28 The Witch Favored by the Beast God

Fu Ying, completely ignoring Xing Kong's gaze, stepped forward to put the herbivore away when Mo Mu suddenly called out, "Oh no! Medicine! No, I have to go back! Brother Xing Kong, can you come with me..."

The next instant, Fuying waved his hand, and the herbivorous beast, half a person's height, was taken into his spatial storage.

Mo Mu's eyes widened as he stared blankly at Fu Ying: "You, how could you..."

A look of extreme shock flashed across Xingkong's face for a moment, then his expression quickly turned cold and stern. He stared intently at Fuying, his voice low and powerful, saying each word clearly: "Are you really a witch?"

The Beast God endowed the shamans with special abilities, allowing them to roam the Beastman continent. But he had never heard of a shaman possessing multiple abilities. Was this really normal?
Fu Ying lifted her eyelids and said lazily, "Yeah, a witch favored by the Beast God, is that not allowed?"

Upon hearing this, Xingkong paused, staring intently at Fuying for a long while. He then abandoned his initial nonchalance and became more serious, asking, "Besides controlling rain and illusions, what else can you do?"

The Illusionary Realm? Fu Ying's eyes flickered. The Beastman Continent collectively refers to space as the Illusionary Realm? That's quite fitting.

"Is this something you can just say so casually?" Fu Ying glanced at him and walked away.

Xingkong seemed to have taken a liking to it and hurriedly caught up, saying loudly, "If you really want to help Teng, you shouldn't keep it a secret. You know about his past, and he can't possibly trust females completely!"

Fu Ying merely raised her eyelids slightly, nodded casually, and said in a calm and unperturbed tone, "Oh, then what's the point of telling you if I'm just telling Teng?"

"You!" Xing Kong's face flushed red, his usually carefree expression now showing anger.

At this moment, Mo Mu quietly leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Xingkong, I think Sister Huahua is right. This is her own business. Why should she tell us? She used to be a wandering female. Of course she has to protect herself. If she tells us everything, how can she protect herself?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Ying glanced at Mo Mu in surprise, then became quick-witted again.

A vein bulged on Xingkong's forehead. He snorted coldly and said nothing more.

The three of them remained silent as they traversed the vast hunting grounds. By the time they returned to the Cangshan tribe, it was already evening, the sky a deep red, and the tribe was bustling with activity.

Fu Ying glanced at them and said, "You guys go ahead, I'll deal with the herbivores."

Spicy rabbit cubes, plus roasted rabbit, but I wonder what the rabbit meat is like in the Orc Continent.

Xingkong glanced at her, said nothing, and strode into the tribe.

Mo Mu glanced at Fu Ying, then at the starry sky. Ultimately, the male she'd chosen was more important than her "girlfriends." She turned to Fu Ying and whispered, "Sister Hua Hua, I'll come find you to play again when I have time!"

Fuying nodded noncommittally and went to the riverbank.

The Cangshan tribe has a superior geographical location, close to a small river, which meets the tribe's daily survival needs, making it quite good.

Fu Ying sat by the river, holding a rabbit in one hand and a dagger in the other. In a few quick movements, he sliced ​​the rabbit open, peeled off the skin cleanly and completely, and cleaned up the internal organs and other parts.

While Fuying was leisurely cleaning the rabbits, the tribe was facing another round of trials.

The tribe was burning a bonfire, with the Cangshan tribe members sitting around it, while the newly joined Banshan tribe members, who had not yet fully integrated, could only sit on the outer edge and silently watch the trial of Teng.

Everyone watched quietly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of breaking the tense and solemn atmosphere.

At this moment, an older female in a silk robe spoke up at the head of the Cangshan tribe. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a captivating charm that made people want to look at her more.

Her gaze was fixed on Teng, her voice firm and unwavering: "Teng, the Beast God has once again unleashed his wrath today, and the tribe is now beset by crises. For the sake of the Cangshan tribe's stability, you should leave."

Teng sat in the corner, his eyes lowered, his pale, snow-white hair falling casually across his chest, rising and falling slightly with his occasional breaths, letting people know that he was still alive.

He was surrounded by a thick, gloomy aura, as if shrouded in heavy dark clouds, with no light in sight. His lowered eyes were hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Mo Mu followed behind Xing Kong and overheard these words as soon as he arrived.

She immediately jumped out and shouted, "No! Mother, if Brother Teng leaves the tribe, he'll become a wandering beastman! He... he can't protect himself at all right now, he won't survive if he leaves the tribe!"

The female leader frowned and said coldly, "Mo Mu! Where have you been today?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Xingkong beside Momu. Her eyes flickered, and her expression softened: "Xingkong? What brings you to our Cangshan tribe today?"

Befriending a young orc with six-star markings would be entirely beneficial to the Cangshan tribe.

Xingkong leaned forward slightly, one arm naturally crossed in front of his chest, and slowly lowered his head, his movements steady and respectful: "Chief Lan."

Upon hearing his voice, Teng looked up at him, and her dark green eyes showed a slight change in expression.

Xingkong glanced back at him, then looked directly at Chief Lan with a solemn expression and said, "Chief Lan, before Teng suffered persecution from Fuying, he was undoubtedly the number one warrior of the Cangshan tribe. In every expansion of the tribe and every battle against foreign enemies, he was always at the forefront!"

"But now, just because he has lost his former fighting power and become 'useless,' is the Cangshan tribe going to abandon him? I have known Teng for many years and we have a deep friendship. I cannot agree with the tribe's decision."

Lan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant after being publicly refuted by Xingkong.

She said in a deep voice, "The Beast God has repeatedly unleashed his wrath, and the Cangshan tribe cannot bear it!"

Xingkong frowned: "Earth dragons turning over can happen occasionally, how can you put all the blame on Teng?"

Lan snorted coldly, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips. Her tone was firm and unyielding: "Ever since the destruction of the Oasis Tribe, the Cangshan Tribe has been plagued by disasters and misfortunes. This is the prophecy that the Beast God had already laid down! The facts are before your eyes, and you have no choice but to believe them!"

The starry sky's voice was equally deep, carrying a subtle hint of mockery.

"Really? Wasn't the attack on the Oasis Tribe a joint decision made by Chief Lan and Chief Moshan? Now that something's happened, they're trying to pin the blame on Teng? What a clever scheme!"

"You!" Lan He had never been mocked like this before, and he was furious.

This guy in the starry sky, relying on being a six-star patterned winged dragon beastman, really dares to look down on everyone!

Mo Yan stood quietly at the back of the crowd, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He glanced at Teng in the corner without leaving a trace. His slender eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in them, revealing a sinister aura.

Last night's totem ritual was saved, and today the decision to expel someone from the tribe is being protected again.

Could it be that Teng was truly protected by the Beast God?

(End of this chapter)