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Chapter 42 Seven Days
Fu Ying glanced at Feng Yin and secretly thought to himself, "Her face is indeed very ugly now, but if she were to change back to her original appearance, she would be beautiful, but I'm afraid he would lose interest even more."

Feng Yin turned and walked deeper into the tribe, his steps dragging, revealing his utter dejection.

With his back to Fuying, he casually waved his hand, his lingering voice full of weariness and perfunctoriness: "Alright, you can stay in the tribe for now."

Upon hearing this, the beastmen of the Wind Whisper Tribe perked up, their eyes shining brightly.

A female, and a shaman with amazing skills, who was even willing to jump off the Thorn Cliff to find beast crystals for her beast husband—such a wonderful female, staying temporarily in their tribe, isn't that an opportunity delivered to their doorstep?
Mao Qi frowned, looking at Fu Ying with some worry.

"Wait!" Seeing Feng Yin walk away, Fu Ying put away his whip and chased after him.

"Is there anything else?" Feng Yin asked coldly, her voice tinged with impatience.

Fu Ying shrugged and said with a straight face, "I haven't even seen the beast crystal yet, how do I know if you're lying? Let me take a look first, and once I'm sure there's no problem, we'll stay in the Fengyin Tribe. It only takes seven days, and after seven days, you'll be fully recovered. How about it?"

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to Feng Yin.

Feng Yin licked the corner of his lips, the action carrying a somewhat morbid and eerie quality.

Then, a series of gentle yet chilling laughs escaped from his throat. His fingers slowly climbed up the palm of the armrest, caressing it tenderly, the gesture intimate yet carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

He leaned down slightly and murmured, "You know what? I hate females the most. Just looking at your face makes my hands itch so badly. I wish I could tear your face off right now."

"Why are you trying to negotiate with me? Hmm?" Feng Yin's tone was gentle, but every word was laced with malice.

Fu Ying remained calm and did not flinch as Feng Yin approached, her hands still outstretched: "Beast Crystal."

Feng Yin paused, then slowly stepped back, carefully observing Fu Ying's expression. After a moment, she curled her lips into a smile, her voice tender and alluring: "Come with me."

Fu Ying nodded and was about to follow when she suddenly remembered something. She turned to Mao Qi, who was standing at the entrance of the tribe, and said, "Mao Qi, you should go back now. Thank you so much for your help this time!"

Cat Seven, a rather frail figure, called out loudly, "Little female, will we ever see each other again?"

"Perhaps!" Fu Ying replied, and followed Feng Yin deeper into the tribe. The two figures were soon swallowed up by the twilight.

The words are uncertain, but in fact they will definitely meet again.

After obtaining the beast crystal, she will leave the bottom of Thorn Cliff, but as long as Feng Yin is here, she will come back.

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Following behind Feng Yin, Fu Ying surveyed the depths of the tribe along the way.

She looked at the tribe built under the sand with slight surprise. The sand was loose and prone to collapse. She hadn’t expected that Feng Yin would have the ability to build such a dark and deep tribe deep in the sand.

Fengyin's dwelling was also built of intertwined thorny vines, covered with snow-white animal hides, making it very conspicuous.

In the perilous orc continent, white is an extremely dangerous color. It stands out too much and is too conspicuous. Among the mountains, rivers, and vegetation, there is almost no possibility of hiding, making one an easy target.

However, it seems that Fengyin really likes this color that is not compatible with nature.

Whether it's the animal skins on his body or his accessories, everything is pure white. Even his aura exudes this "arrogant" color. Perhaps this stems from his animal form, a white fox.

White is his innate mark.

Fu Ying's gaze unconsciously fell on Feng Yin in front of her. His long, silvery-white hair fell freely, like flowing moonlight. The hair was so smooth that it was almost perfect. It swayed gently with his steps, light and elegant.

Feng Yin was the first to push open the door and enter. The house, built of thorny vines, was very spacious. Some of the sharp edges had been smoothed out, and inside were inlaid beast crystals that emitted a luster. That's right, they were beastman beast crystals, not beast cores.

In the corner, a bed made of snow-white animal bones exuded a chill. It was unclear whether it belonged to an orc or a wild beast, but judging from Feng Yin's current temperament, it was most likely the former.

Upon entering, Feng Yin didn't reach for the beast crystal, but instead walked straight to the window. He leaned slightly forward, bent down a little, and focused his gaze on the wooden basin beneath the window.

The basin was filled with clear water, its surface shimmering. He gazed at the water quietly, as if looking at an old friend. After a moment, he parted his lips slightly, letting out a soft laugh, and said leisurely, "Still as ugly as ever."

Fuying paused slightly; for Fengyin, this was truly a pain that seeped into her very bones.

He straightened up, walked to the bone bed, grabbed a handful of beast crystals, and casually scattered them on the bed: "See?"

Fu Ying looked at the scattered, multicolored beast crystals and pursed her lips slightly.

Soon, she spotted a flash of lightning; it was a beast crystal with fine lightning patterns shimmering on its surface.

The five lightning patterns indicate that this was once the beast crystal of a five-star lightning attribute beastman.

Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief; he had indeed not been swallowed up.

Feng Yin lightly flicked the beast crystal with his fingertip, making it swirl between his fingers. He drew out the words, his tone gentle and lingering: "You should be glad that this beast crystal has only recently come into my hands, otherwise..."

The rest of Feng Yin's words remained unspoken, not uttering another word.

Fu Ying understood perfectly. To the fallen orcs, the immense energy contained within the beast crystals was like a drug, exuding a deadly allure. Even though they knew that absorbing the energy of the beast crystals might cause them to explode and die, driven by primal impulses, they would still disregard everything and devour the beast crystals like moths to a flame.

Fu Ying looked up at Feng Yin: "I need to stay with you for the next seven days."

Fearing that Feng Yin might misunderstand her as having ulterior motives, she added, "Although it will only take seven days to cure your face, I have to keep a close eye on it at all times. You'll see results on the first day, so you don't have to worry about me lying to you."

Feng Yin toyed with the beast crystal in his hand, letting out a soft laugh that reached his ear and sent shivers down his spine.

Feng Yin leaned languidly against the bone bed, one leg slightly bent and the other stretched out freely. He looked relaxed and carefree, but his eyes were disdainful: "Are you afraid I'll devour this beast crystal?"

Fu Ying: "..."

She genuinely found it difficult to talk to these male protagonists who were suffering from "persecution complex".

The slightest carelessness could trigger their sensitive and suspicious nature.

"No, it's just to treat my face." Fu Ying remained calm, and with a flick of her wrist, a box of ancient-looking ointment appeared in her hand. Inside was the Jade Skin Shaping Cream.

As soon as the ointment was taken out, a pungent stench filled the room.

Feng Yin's expression changed, and she frowned as she looked at the ointment in Fu Ying's hand, her tone filled with extreme disgust: "Take it away!"

"What's your hurry?" Fu Ying glanced at him, opened the ointment, and a foul stench filled the air, so strong it seemed to have a physical form, drilling straight into the nasal cavity, making one's eyes sting and causing nausea.

Feng Yin's expression instantly darkened, as if water could drip from it, and his body was surrounded by a dark mist.

Fu Ying knew he was a germaphobe, but this medicine was absolutely necessary.

Without further hesitation, she raised her hand, and in an instant, a long needle appeared out of thin air in her palm.

The long needle was straight, its sharp edge gleaming with a chilling light.

Feng Yin's empty, lifeless eyes slowly narrowed. Just as he was about to speak sarcastically, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and his whole body trembled.

He had been lounging lazily, but he unconsciously sat up slightly, his face full of disbelief as he stared intently at Fuying, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

(End of this chapter)