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Chapter 39 The Bottom of the Thorn Cliff
The thorn bushes once again shrouded the cliff.

Teng was like a cold statue, his face expressionless.

He stared intently at the Thorn Cliff, his eyes filled with hostility, a storm brewing within them. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly, the bones pressing together and making a dull creaking sound.

“Hua Hua…” Xing Kong’s lips parted slightly, and her voice involuntarily escaped, carrying a hint of hoarseness and trembling.

At this moment, his chest felt heavy, a mixture of emotions including bitterness, worry, and regret.

Teng's chest heaved, his aura hardened, and he walked straight toward the Thorn Cliff.

Xingkong's expression changed drastically. He took a step forward and grabbed Teng tightly with his hand like an iron clamp. His face was filled with shock and anxiety: "Are you crazy? This is Thorn Cliff. Who knows how many deadly things are hidden inside!"

After saying that, fearing that he would recklessly rush in again, he said sternly, "With your current half-crippled body, those thorns will crush you before you even get close, leaving not even a bone behind!"

Teng's slender body was taut like a fully drawn bow, exuding a murderous aura. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, his fingertips digging into his palms, and crimson blood trickling down between his fingers. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "That's my beast crystal. It's not anyone else's place to help me find it!"

Xingkong and Teng have known each other since childhood, so how could he not see through his stubbornness?

He pursed his lower lip slightly, a complex expression flashing across his face.

A moment later, Xingkong raised his hand and patted Teng's shoulder heavily: "This is Huahua's own choice."

His voice was low and sour, as if it came from the depths of his chest: "Teng, you have seen it too. Not all females in this world are as fierce and cruel as Fuying. Huahua's existence is proof of that."

After he finished speaking, his voice softened considerably: "From now on, you should also live a good life."

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Fuying plummeted straight into the thorny cliff, feeling the wind brush past her ears. Just before hitting the bottom, she flicked her frost whip, using the force to swing gently in the air and land steadily on the ground.

She glanced around, her eyes involuntarily lifting slightly. At the bottom of the thorny cliff, there was not a trace of greenery; the ground was covered with yellow sand, which swirled in the air, stretching as far as the eye could see, utterly desolate.

"Is this the bottom of Thorn Cliff?" Fu Ying frowned, raised her hand, and the long whip, as nimble as a snake, instantly drew an arc in the air before obediently curling up in her palm.

Just as she was about to lift her leg, her eyes flickered slightly, and she turned slightly to the side, dodging the yellow shadow that swiftly streaked across the air.

Fu Ying turned her head, her gaze fixed on the thing that had attacked her.

It was a palm-sized, yellowish-brown scorpion. In the Beastman Continent, this size was perfectly normal. However, on its small head was a dull four-pointed star!

She was somewhat surprised that such a small creature was actually a four-star patterned beast.
The next instant, the scorpion arched its sharp stinger high, its mouthparts rubbing together rapidly, making a chilling sound and exuding a fierce aura of eager anticipation, ready to hunt.

Fu Ying narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. Just as he was secretly gathering his strength to make a move, a startled cry rang out: "Watch out—"

She paused slightly, and a figure as swift as lightning suddenly passed by her and rushed out.

At the same time, the figure firmly protected her, blocking all the scorpion's attacks.

A moment later, the dust settled, and a young male orc stood before the pillar.

He had already dealt with the scorpion, deftly extracting its core. Turning to Fuying, he smiled and said, "You're alright..."

The words abruptly stopped the moment they touched Fuying's figure.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Fuying in disbelief. After a moment, he managed to squeeze out a few words from his dry throat: "Female??"

Fu Ying looked the young male orc up and down. He looked extremely young, obviously just recently came of age, with a pair of fluffy ears perked up on his head, the tips of which were rounded and formed a beautiful semi-circle.

At that moment, in shock, the ear trembled slightly involuntarily.

He looked harmless, even somewhat endearing, but the dark star pattern on his forehead shimmered eerily in the night, silently revealing his unspeakable identity—a fallen orc.

"You, you are really female?" Cat Seven's ears twitched again, looking at Fu Ying as if she were looking at something rare.

As he spoke, he circled Fuying twice, even sniffing her lightly. He then looked at the black mist shrouding the Thorn Cliff and frowned, asking, "Are you a female who fell from the Thorn Cliff?"

Fu Ying, holding the long whip in his hand, said, "I jumped down by myself."

"Huh?? Don't you know what Thorn Cliff is? You jumped down by yourself? Are you crazy? Female, you're really lucky to be alive!" Cat Seven was shocked, and after regaining her senses, she patted her chest repeatedly.

"And you? Who are you?" Fu Ying scanned the black six-pointed star pattern on Mao Qi's forehead and felt a slight chill. A beastman who had just come of age was already so strong.

Cat Seven blinked its round eyes: "Cat Seven! I am an orc from the Blue Continent Tribe!"

Fu Ying was slightly surprised: "Blue Continent Tribe? Fallen orcs also have territories?"

She pondered for a moment, and realized that there really was a survival system at the bottom of the Thorn Cliff, not much different from the Cangshan Tribe's Half-Mountain Tribe. The only thing that surprised her was the attitude of the fallen orc in front of her.

He was so kind.

Hearing Fu Ying's words, Mao Qi was somewhat displeased: "So what if they're fallen beastmen? Aren't they still beastmen?"

Fu Ying paused slightly, nodded, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm new here and there are some things I don't understand."

Cat Seven was taken aback, and looked at Fu Ying with even more surprise: "You actually apologize? I thought females were all temperamental, petty, and annoying in their words and actions!"

Fu Ying remained silent, walked past Mao Qi, and with a glittering light at her fingertips, a golden talisman fell into her palm. "Treasure-finding talisman." Since Mo Yan had dropped the beast crystal, it should be nearby. Lightning-type beast crystals have energy and are considered treasures, so they should be able to be detected by the "Treasure-finding talisman."

Cat Seven watched as Fu Ying arrived at the bottom of the Thorn Cliff, showing no sign of panic, and his curiosity was piqued.

He leaned closer and asked, puzzled, "Little female, what are you looking for?"

However, when he saw the golden light flashing in the darkness, he was taken aback. His gaze locked onto Fu Ying, he swallowed hard, and with a trembling voice, he cautiously asked, "You, you are a witch?"

"Are you really a witch? I've never seen a witch before in my life! And a female at that!"

“Little female, you definitely can’t go back up there. Why don’t you come back to the Blue Continent tribe with me?”

"You're a shaman. If you return to the Blue Continent tribe, the chief and the others will definitely value you highly!"

"..."

Listening to Mao Qi's incessant chatter, Fu Ying became a little irritated. She turned her head to meet his eyes, and as if she had thought of something, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Mao Qi, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Cat Seven was taken aback, then scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "My father is sick, and I can't afford to buy herbs. I heard that a few days ago, Benlang picked up a beast crystal here, so I came here in the middle of the night to try my luck."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly: "Beast crystal? Lightning-type beast crystal?"

(End of this chapter)