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Chapter 44 Thank goodness, you survived.
Fuying quickly arrived at Sun Slope and saw the beastmen gathered there basking in the sun. They had transformed into their animal forms, each with a different posture, and were enjoying the sunshine without any restraint. The scene was lively yet chaotic.

She glanced around, searching for Feng Yin among the many "zoo" animals, which was no easy task.

However, she actually found the person very quickly.

In the sunniest spot on Sun Slope, a majestic white fox, standing at least three meters tall, is perched.

Its fur is as white as frost and snow, shimmering with a soft halo in the sunlight.

At this moment, it was idly swishing its large, fluffy white tail, its head resting comfortably on its two front paws, in a lazy posture. However, this majestic beast's head was wrapped in layers of white gauze, which was incongruous with its huge and wild body, making it look indescribably comical.

The beast-shaped wind whisper was indeed a white fox.

It's confirmed: Feng Yin is Bai Cang.

All the beastmen lost their ability to transform between beast and human forms due to the loss of their "parts," which caused their star patterns to break. However, perhaps because Feng Yin became a fallen beastman, he was still able to transform into a beast form.

As Fuying walked toward Fengyin, she saw that a vacuum zone had formed around him.

None of the orcs who were originally huddled together dared to approach or squeeze in. Feng Yin stood alone in the open space, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay, completely out of place with the lively and crowded atmosphere around him.

Upon seeing the female, Sun Slope erupted in a commotion.

"Female? That's a female, isn't it? Am I seeing things?"

"Hiss—where did that female go? Is she from the Wind Whisper tribe?"

"Stay away!"

"..."

The exclamations and chatter of the beastmen did not disturb Feng Yin at all. He remained comfortably leaning on his front paws, his fluffy tail swaying gently as if nothing around him mattered.

The warm sunlight poured down on him, outlining his massive silhouette.

Feng Yin's snow-white ear tips twitched slightly only when Fu Ying walked to her side.

Fu Ying sat down cross-legged beside Feng Yin, glancing at his soft, snow-white fur. She smiled and sincerely praised him, "So your beast form is a white fox. It's so beautiful."

"Beautiful?" A low, lingering voice escaped from the white fox's mouth, carrying a hint of mockery.

Fu Ying didn't respond, knowing this was a taboo subject for Feng Yin, and instead asked, "Do you want to leave Thorn Cliff?"

Feng Yin seemed to have heard a joke: "Which orc here doesn't want to leave?"

As he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, tilted his head, and his snow-white tail swished back and forth, creating a gentle breeze: "I'm curious, even if you get the beast crystal, how are you going to get back?"

"I am a witch, what can't a witch do?" Fu Ying raised her chin slightly, full of confidence.

When you're out and about, you have to choose your own identity, and she was quite satisfied with the identity of "Witch".

"Is that so?" Feng Yin chuckled softly, her fluffy tail suddenly sweeping across Fu Ying's back without warning. Her lingering voice was alluring and seductive: "Little female, I have something to ask you?"

Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at him with a relaxed expression, a smile playing on her lips: "Sure, ask away."

Upon hearing her agree, Feng Yin seemed to have encountered some thorny problem and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Fu Ying broke the silence, saying, "Since you can't get the answer from me, why don't I ask you instead? I'm curious, if you wanted to leave Thorncliff so badly, why did you become a Fallen Orc?"

As soon as he said that, it seemed as if even the wind and sand stopped.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yin seemed to smile. He tilted his head slightly, his massive body wrapping around Fu Ying, and spoke softly, his cold aura adding a touch of oppression: "It was to live." Fu Ying paused, then reached out and touched Feng Yin's furry ear: "Thankfully, you survived."

Feng Yin froze completely, and the next instant, his snow-white fur stood on end, and a low roar came from his throat.

"Are you angry?" Fu Ying thought for a moment, a sly glint in her eyes. She stepped forward, tore open a gap in the gauze, found Feng Yin's mouth, and stuffed a translucent candy inside.

A sweet taste spread in his mouth, and Feng Yin's body shimmered with light as his outline shrank, transforming into a human form.

"What is this?" Feng Yin asked, pushing the candy out of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her voice filled with confusion.

Fu Ying smiled, her eyes crinkling as if to dispel the gloom: "Sugar, eat more when it's bitter, and it will taste sweet."

Feng Yin looked down at the candy in her hand, sneered, and threw it into the sand.

He said, "It seems that the lives of the orcs on Thorn Cliff have changed a lot."

Fu Ying then asked, "You wanted to ask about what happened on Thorn Cliff? What did you want to know?"

Feng Yin paused, his tall figure stiffening, and said calmly, "I don't want to know."

Without hesitation, Feng Yin turned around and walked steadily toward the tribe.

He stood tall and straight, and although his eyes were covered with a white cloth and he had lost his sight, he took every step precisely without the slightest hesitation.

Fuying turned around to look at his retreating figure, and after a moment, called out, "Wait for me!"

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Back in their tribe, the orcs were all in high spirits and ready to go hunting.

Feng Yin ignored them completely, showing no concern whatsoever as a leader. The beastmen seemed transparent to him; he didn't even give them a second glance and returned to his residence as if no one else was there.

Fu Ying followed closely behind, his eyes half-closed as he looked at the beastmen's restrained gazes.

Just as she was about to leave, someone called out to her. Turning around, she saw Benlang.

"What is it?" Fu Ying asked suspiciously.

Benlang scratched his head, glanced in the direction Fengyin had left, and said with difficulty, "Little female, it's almost time for the High Priest to come and bestow medicine. The chief hasn't gone out, and we haven't been able to hand over enough beast crystals. The High Priest definitely won't give the medicine this time. Can you help us persuade the chief?"

Fu Ying frowned: "High Priest? What do you mean?"

Benlang was taken aback, then remembered that Fuying was not a fallen orc.

He didn't know how to explain, so he just said, "Anyway, anyway, please help us persuade the chief! Without medicine, the chief might not be able to hold on!"

After saying that, the orcs left the tribe.

Fu Ying's expression hardened slightly. There was indeed a secret beneath this thorny cliff; it wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface.

She returned to Feng Yin's residence, where he was resting on the bone bed, his soft breathing filling the air. He seemed relaxed and at ease, completely unaware that a high priest was using medicine to coerce him from behind.

Fuying didn't disturb him. She sat down at the stone table and made herself a bowl of instant noodles.

An overpowering aroma wafts out, seemingly glistening with oil, making one's mouth water.

Just then, Feng Yin's low, husky voice, tinged with languor and displeasure, suddenly rang out: "Making this smell in my place, do you have a death wish?"

Fu Ying slurped up a mouthful of noodles, looked at Feng Yin, and mumbled, "Do you want some?"

(End of this chapter)