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Chapter 36 I Only Want Teng's Beast Crystal

While Fuying waited, the pool water suddenly rippled outwards.

At the same time, a strong, pungent, fishy stench, mixed with dampness, hit us and instantly filled the entire cave.

Fu Ying looked at the pool, her brows furrowing, thinking to herself that Mo Yan was indeed not easy to deal with.

The clear pool water, which was originally steaming with heat due to the "nitrate talisman", turned into a pool of thick poisonous water in just a few breaths, as if cursed by evil. The surface was constantly bubbling with a creepy sound.

The next instant, the pool water surged, and a giant crimson python burst out of the water!

The python's body coiled and twisted, every inch of its muscles containing immense power. Its scarlet vertical pupils radiated a fierce and brutal light, its forked tongue flicking, firmly locking onto the pillar in front of it.

Fu Ying remained calm, his eyes showing no fear. He slowly and deliberately examined Mo Yan, who was in the form of a giant python, and said in a calm yet authoritative tone, "Sit down and let's talk?"

Her original intention was not to go against Mo Yan. After all, Teng was still a member of the Cangshan tribe. The best outcome would be to "amicably negotiate" the transfer of Teng's beast crystals, with him giving and her taking.

Of course, if Mo Yan doesn't know what's good for him, then she can stretch her muscles a bit. Anyway, she's disliked Mo Yan for a long time. She still has the evidence of his crime of cutting her with scales during the earthquake.

Mo Yan stared at Fu Ying with his snake-like eyes, and as his forked tongue flickered, he could smell the blood on her body.

Suddenly, he transformed into human form and landed steadily on the edge of the pool.

At this moment, Mo Yan was completely naked, his pale skin radiating a cold luster in the darkness, every line of his body exuding a sense of power.

He strode towards Fuying without any restraint, his private parts swaying with each step, his appearance extremely wanton, his every move exuding a roguish and unrestrained air of wickedness, staring intently at Fuying.

"Little female, why did you chase me all the way to my nest instead of chasing my brother?"

Mo Yan lightly licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, then approached Fu Ying and gently sniffed her. When he lowered his eyes, his gaze was almost tangible, carrying an unbridled aggressiveness as he traversed Fu Ying's body inch by inch.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow, her gaze landing on Mo Yan's most sensitive area. A mocking smile curved her lips, and she spoke with a hint of contempt, drawing out her words, "Are you sure you want to talk like this?"

Although she didn't say anything sarcastic, her gaze clearly conveyed disdain.

Mo Yan was taken aback at first, then overwhelmed by anger, he laughed in exasperation, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he reached out his arm to grab Fu Ying.

He was determined to teach this arrogant little female a lesson that in front of a male, dignity was not to be questioned!
Fu Ying remained calm and even looked at him with a smile.

Mo Yan paused, even taking two steps back, staring at her warily. He saw a fireball suddenly appear in Fu Ying's palm, the scorching temperature making him uncomfortable.

A tense atmosphere suddenly filled the cave.

Mo Yan frowned, his eyes were sinister, and he felt a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe.
Fu Ying gently tossed the fireball in her hand and said in a gentle voice, "Let's have a good talk, so that you, me, and everyone can get along well."

Mo Yan's chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out.

Seeing this, Fuying smiled and followed behind at a leisurely pace.

As soon as he came out, Fu Ying naturally picked up a piece of white tiger skin from the wall, spread it on the stone seat, put it under his buttocks, and sat down steadily. He then got straight to the point: "Teng's beast crystal is in your hands, isn't it?"

Mo Yan was initially amused by Fu Ying's actions, but upon hearing her words, the sneer vanished, and his slender eyes narrowed slowly, revealing a probing look: "Where did you hear this news from?"

"To make a long story short, let's make a deal. What do you want, or rather, how can you hand over Teng's beast crystal?" Fu Ying ignored Mo Yan's words and asked directly.

Mo Yan's eyes darkened as he looked at Fu Ying: "Why are you helping Teng so much?"

"I don't want to waste my time with you. Name your terms, or I'll kill you and find him myself?" Fu Ying tilted her head, a cold glint in her beady eyes, as if she were considering the possibility. Although killing Mo Yan would be troublesome and would provoke a backlash from the entire Cangshan tribe.

Mo Yan is no small fry; he is the future leader of the Cangshan tribe.

But that wasn't what she was worried about. What she was worried about was that in order to eliminate future troubles, she went so far as to slaughter the Cangshan tribe, which attracted the so-called Beast God.

Fu Ying's outrageous remarks made Mo Yan's lips curl into a mocking smile. He wanted to laugh at her overestimation of her abilities, but when he met her sharp and indifferent gaze and thought of her supernatural powers as a witch, Mo Yan stopped.

"With your abilities, you'd be better off helping me than helping Teng."

"Little female, would you like to consider this? I can form a bond with you, and in the future, when the Cangshan tribe dominates the Northern Mountains and crosses the Triangle Sea, we can conquer even wider territories and share the entire Beastman Continent!"

"Don't you want to know what kind of world lies beyond the Triangle Sea?"

Mo Yan stared intently at Fu Ying, his face displaying a seductive expression, his words brimming with allure.

Fu Ying glanced at Mo Yan indifferently. He had to admit that Mo Yan was an ambitious and strategic talent. While other orcs were still thinking about getting enough to eat, he was already planning to conquer the North Mountain and expand his territory.

She is indeed career-oriented. If she were just an ordinary transmigrator, she would have readily succumbed to Mo Yan's temptations, but unfortunately, she is not.

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids slightly and said calmly, "I only want Teng's beast crystal."

Mo Yan paused, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression, as if he were feeling disappointed by unfulfilled expectations, or perhaps silently mocking someone.

After a long while, he moved and sat back down. His sinister face was cold and gloomy. He parted his thin lips and said in a voice that seemed to be covered with frost, "His beast crystal is not in my hands."

Fu Ying had anticipated this explanation and looked up at him: "Even if you don't want to take the risk or become a fallen beastman, you won't easily deal with the mutated lightning-type beast crystal of a peak five-star beastman."

When the "fallen orcs" were mentioned, Mo Yan's eyebrows twitched, and he turned to stare at Fu Ying.

Mo Yan's lips suddenly curled into a strange smile, his voice sinister and cold: "Want beast crystals? Fine, answer one question for me first."

Before Fuying could ask a question, Mo Yan spoke up: "You don't have star markings, you're not a witch, you're a female who crawled out from the bottom of Thorn Cliff, aren't you?"

His gaze was like a sharp hook, as if trying to discern something unusual in her expression.

Fu Ying: "???"

She remained relatively calm, but could only look at Mo Yan's guess with disbelief.

Fallen orcs are the common enemy of the orc continent. Even if she were, she would never admit it.

Females do not possess beast crystals and will not become corrupted beastmen. However, the corrupted beastmen at the bottom of Thorn Cliff have their own way of life, and it is possible that they may produce female offspring, who will also be corrupted beastmen.

The Fallen Orcs, abandoned by the Beast God, act erratically and ruthlessly, devouring the crystals of their own kind to gain immense power, making them the most mysterious and dangerous beings on the Orc continent.

It's understandable that Mo Yan would have doubts about her.

After all, there is no stray female named "Huahua" in Beishan who has an endless stream of tricks up her sleeve.

Her appearance was so conspicuous that it inevitably reminded people of the fallen orcs hiding at the bottom of Thorn Cliff.

(End of this chapter)