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Chapter 40 See Me?

"How did you know??" Cat Seven's ears twitched again, looking surprised.

Suddenly, he realized what had happened, as if struck by lightning. He asked incredulously, "You jumped off the Thorn Cliff just to find the Beast Crystal?"

Fuying nodded: "That beast crystal is very important to me. Cat Seven, are Benlang also from the Blue State Tribe?"

Cat Seven stared at Fu Ying for a long time, then shook his head and said, "No, Benlang is an orc from the Wind Whisper Tribe. However, he should have already handed over the beast crystal to the chief to exchange for supplies. How are you going to find it?"

Fu Ying put away the talisman and said seriously, "I can give you herbs to cure your father's illness. Can you take me to the Fengyin tribe? That beast crystal is really important to me."

She repeatedly emphasized "important," and Cat Seven blinked: "Is it your beast husband's beast crystal?"

The female didn't have any beast crystals, so she obviously wasn't looking for them for herself. But jumping off the thorny cliff to find beast crystals for her beast husband sounds really strange. How could that be? Is the female really that kind?

Fuying nodded and solemnly replied, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Cat Seven looked on with envy, but then shook his head: "I can't take you to the Wind Whisper Tribe, little female. Once you leave Thorn Cliff, you won't be able to go back. This is the place banished by the Beast God. You can't leave. You might as well live here properly. The chief of the Wind Whisper Tribe is not someone to be trifled with."

Fu Ying frowned, then flipped his wrist, revealing a handful of medicinal herbs in his palm: "I must go."

Cat Seven was so surprised when he saw the medicinal herbs that suddenly appeared in Fu Ying's hand that his eyes almost popped out.

The elders in the tribe had long told him that the shaman was the messenger of the beast god who traveled across the continent, and that he was very powerful. However, he had never seen him in person before. Now that he had seen him, he truly understood how powerful he was.

What astonished him even more was how much these herbs would be worth if they were traded for beast cores.

Below Thorn Cliff, vegetation is scarce, and medicinal herbs are extremely precious. Only large tribes have a small stock of them, so if the Fallen Beastmen get sick, they can only tough it out.

His father is seriously ill, and without medicine, he may not survive the hunting season.

Mao Qi's gaze was fixed on the medicinal herbs in Fu Ying's hand, his eyes seeming to see right through them.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great decision, and slowly stretched out his hand. His voice was somewhat hoarse, yet also resolute: "Fine! I'll take you there!"

"But don't get your hopes up too high. The leader of the Wind Whisper Tribe... he's a bit different. He probably won't see you easily. Besides, I heard that the lightning-type beast crystal has a lot of energy. It might have already been devoured."

Fu Ying pursed her lips and said in a deep voice, "You just need to take me there."

Hearing her say that, Mao Qi no longer hesitated, put away the medicinal herbs, and said, "Then come with me!"

Cat Seven was agile and fast, running forward like a gust of wind. Every time he ran a certain distance, he would stop and turn around to see if Fu Ying was following behind.

The two walked for a long time in this vast and boundless sea of ​​sand, and all they could see was endless yellow sand.

After an unknown amount of time, light began to appear on the horizon.

"Almost there!" Cat Seven looked out at the end of the yellow sand and breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking for about ten more minutes, a village in the sand came into view.

The tribe was large, with houses that looked like small sand dunes scattered at different heights. These houses were actually made of interwoven thorny vines and covered with animal skins to protect against the wind and sand, giving them a very exotic feel.

Cat Seven led Fu Ying forward, and as soon as they approached, sentries swarmed out and surrounded them. One of them, his face full of vigilance, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cat Seven! This is Fengyin Tribe territory! What do you want? Are you provoking us? Planning to declare war?"

Cat Seven hurriedly waved his hand, about to speak, when suddenly someone shrieked, "Female?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Fu Ying. Their eyes were filled with disbelief as they scrutinized her from head to toe, as if she were some rare creature.

Cat Seven subtly blocked Fu Ying's path and called out loudly, "We have something to discuss with your leader! We need your help..."

"Cat Seven, where did this little female come from? I've never seen her before."

"In our tribes, you can count the number of females on your fingers, and none of them have ever seen this before!"

"The female has come to seek refuge with our Wind Whisper tribe?"

"..."

Mao Qi's words were completely ignored; everyone's attention was on Fu Ying.

Fu Ying surveyed the beastmen of the Wind Whisper Tribe, his eyes flashing slightly. The beastmen of this tribe all shared a common characteristic: ugliness, extreme ugliness, and each with its own unique form of ugliness.

Their features seemed to be randomly pieced together; their noses weren't noses, their eyes weren't eyes, and some of their faces were covered with hideous scars that snaked and crisscrossed like centipedes, making them quite gruesome to look at.

The males in the Orcish continent aren't bad-looking, so are all the ugly ones gathered in this tribe?

Cat Seven was a bit of a headache. He knew that once a female came, it would be troublesome. Other tribes had one or two females, but the Wind Whisper tribe didn't have a single female. Ultimately, it was because they were too ugly.

Just then, Cat Seven spotted someone and shouted, "Running Wolf!"

With a blink of his eyes, Fu Ying lightly touched the ground with his toes and, like an arrow released from a bow, sped off in the direction Mao Qi had pointed!
Her figure was as light as a willow catkin, landing silently on the ground and steadily blocking the wolf's path. Her movements were fluid and seamless, her eyes scrutinizing: "You're the wolf? Did you pick up the lightning-type beast crystal from the bottom of Thorn Cliff?"

This was a one-eyed male orc, his entire body covered in dense, dark gray fur. Sensing Fu Ying's approach, Benlang tensed up and instantly went on alert, about to make a move.

Seeing this, Cat Seven hurriedly shouted anxiously, "Don't attack! We're here to see the leader!"

"Female?" Benlang saw it clearly at this moment, and his expression was somewhat surprised and uncertain. The female was actually so fast?

The sentries swarmed around the pillar, their eyes filled with suspicion.

Someone shouted sharply, "Cat Seven! Just who is this female?!"

Fu Ying gripped the Frost Whip tightly, stared at the wolf, and asked, "Where is the lightning-type beast crystal you picked up?"

Benlang frowned, his muscles tense, and hesitated before saying, "The beast crystal has already been given to the leader."

"I don't have much time. Take me to see your leader!" Fu Ying flicked his long whip, and a surge of icy frost erupted, freezing the sand on the ground. A thick layer of ice spread rapidly, and the surrounding dryness was instantly dispelled by the cold air.

The group exchanged glances, their bodies tense to the extreme.

Even the most clueless among them could see that this female was no pushover; she had come with a menacing aura and was here to cause trouble!
Just as Benlang was about to speak, a voice rang out, carrying a touch of nonchalant nonchalance, its tone low and lingering, a simple sentence enough to send shivers down one's spine: "See me?"

(End of this chapter)