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Chapter 49 Where is the Beast Crystal hidden?

Feng Yin's eyes were tinged with a thin red at the corners, and her gaze was captivating.

The high priest squinted, asking in confusion, "Female, what did you just feed him?"

Fuying chuckled softly, her beady eyes curving like two crescent moons.

Her smile made the high priest frown and take a step back, for he felt a strange fear, as if the little female before him was hiding some evil power.

Fuying stepped forward and shielded Fengyin behind him.

With a slight twist of her wrist, the frost-covered whip snapped out in a sharp arc, stirring up a cloud of dust. The tip of the whip, carrying a chilling aura, condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air.

Fu Ying tilted her head and chuckled, a cold glint in her eyes: "How interesting. I haven't even asked about the medicine the High Priest gave me, and you're already thinking about me? Why don't you bring the medicine over first and let me take a look?"

The high priest's pupils suddenly contracted, and his withered fingers unconsciously clenched his bone staff.

He stared at the frost whip that had appeared out of thin air in Fu Ying's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice filled with barely concealed solemnity and trembling: "Who exactly are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Fu Ying's lips curled into a sharp arc, and the long whip in her hand suddenly transformed into a cold, sharp bolt of lightning, carrying a bone-chilling frost as it lashed out at the high priest.

Despite his gaunt frame, the high priest moved with extraordinary agility, striking the ground heavily with his bone staff.

In an instant, circles of eerie black light exploded out like ripples. Wherever the dark light passed, the sand and stones twisted and wriggled as if they were alive, and in a flash they turned into ferocious black vines, baring their fangs and claws as they wrapped around the pillar.

A cold glint flashed in Fuying's eyes, and the long whip in his hand cleaved through the surging black mist like a sharp blade.

With a light touch of her toes, she transformed into a flowing rainbow, soaring upwards against the current!

Wherever the whip passed, the air crackled with a sharp sound, and the violent spiritual energy stirred up a hurricane. Before the withered leaves on the ground could even touch the whip, it was already pulverized into dust, carrying a fierce killing intent as it hurtled straight toward the High Priest's face—

Feng Yin stared at Fu Ying's retreating figure, her thin lips pressed into a tight line.

Her graceful figure tumbled through the dust and sand, each move so sharp it was terrifying.

Even if he hadn't been affected by the backlash, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed from such an attack—she can heal, she can fight, is she really just a witch?
After being repeatedly stunned by Fuying, Feng Yin suddenly realized that he had never understood this female at all.

She could jump off the thorn cliff to find beast crystals for her beast husband, and she could stay by his side to achieve her goal. But why would such a female be willing to give birth to his cubs?

"Roar--!"

With a deafening roar, the high priest's body suddenly twisted and swelled.

The black robe he was wearing was torn apart, and in an instant he transformed into a huge, ferocious four-legged lizard. His thick tail, covered with bluish-black scales, swept across the ground, carving deep furrows.

With a flick of his wrist, Fu Ying's long whip vanished, and a three-foot-long cold blade materialized in his hand.

She leaped into the air like a swallow, and in a moment she was on top of the giant lizard's head.

"Clumsy." She sneered, and the dagger in her hand transformed into a silver lightning bolt.

The monitor lizard's dark blue scales were as fragile as paper before the cold blade. The moment the blade tip pierced through, it brought up a trail of blood. The monitor lizard rolled and roared on the sand, but it could not break free from the dagger that had impaled it.

"How can a mere high priest with a six-pointed star mark control so many tribes at the foot of Thorn Cliff?" Fu Ying's gaze fell on the giant lizard's forehead, where there was only a six-pointed star mark.

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the surroundings.

The orcs accompanying the high priest gasped in shock, then their eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint. Most of them had seven-star markings, and the leading males even had eight-star markings, all possessing terrifying combat power.

Fu Ying glanced at it lightly, drew the dagger from her hand, casually flicked off the blood droplets, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips: "What? Want to make a move?"

As she spoke, the high priest, who was being trampled under her feet, suddenly let out a miserable cry and shrank back into human form.

His emaciated body was in a sorry state, and his throat was filled with wails: "Female, female, let me go..." Fu Ying blinked slightly and beckoned to the high priest: "Let you go? Okay, give me the medicine."

The high priest's expression changed, but seeing the smile on Fu Ying's face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Give it to me, I'll give it to you!"

Fu Ying's eyes narrowed as he keenly noticed the subtle change in the tension in the orc thugs' muscles.

A chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips, and the dagger between her fingers suddenly transformed into a cold glint.

"laugh!"

The sharp blade pierced precisely into the high priest's abdomen, the hilt still trembling.

"Ah—" The high priest let out a shrill scream, his whole body trembling with pain.

"Want to try something different?" Her fingertips lightly traced the trembling hilt of the knife, her voice chillingly soft: "I wouldn't mind pushing this knife in three inches further."

"No, I wouldn't dare... I really wouldn't dare..." The high priest's face turned ashen, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak coherently.

The high priest, clutching his bleeding abdomen, roared at the orc thugs, his face contorted in pain: "What are you all standing there for! Give the holy cylinder... give it to the shaman!"

Even if he were stupid, he could tell that the little female in front of him was the messenger of the Beast God, the witch.

He secretly groaned inwardly. Thorn Cliff was the place of the Beast God's banishment. What was a shaman like him doing here?

The orc thugs looked at each other, and finally handed the bamboo tubes they carried to Fuying.

Fu Ying took it, her eyes half-closed, and her voice rose slightly at the end: "Is this medicine?"

Feng Yin walked over at this moment, his slender hand covering the bamboo tube. He lowered his eyes and sniffed lightly, the silvery hair on his forehead casting a dappled shadow on the bridge of his nose. His pale lips parted slightly: "That's right."

Fu Ying opened the bamboo tube lid, took a sniff, and was immediately taken aback, asking in surprise, "Wine?"

The high priest, trembling, looked at Fuying in bewilderment: "What is wine?"

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and looked at the High Priest: "Then tell me what this is? And how did you discover that this thing can suppress the backlash from the fallen orcs?"

The high priest slumped in a pool of blood, his trembling hands pressing tightly against the wound in his abdomen.

His cloudy eyes no longer held any arrogance, only the fear of survival.

It turns out that this "high priest" was just a wandering orc many years ago.

While fleeing from wild beasts, he accidentally stumbled into an abandoned cave of the ape tribe. Hungry and thirsty, he ate the moldy fruit that the ape tribe had stored in the cave, but unexpectedly found that the backlash in his body had subsided.

It was later discovered that several flower seeds had settled in the liquid produced by the rotten fruit.

Over the years, he has relied on this method to earn beast crystals, but unfortunately, due to his limited talent, he has not made much progress.

Fu Ying coldly observed this opportunist and asked, "What kind of flower are you talking about?"

The high priest hurriedly said, "I...I don't know! The flower is beautiful, but it only grows near the ape caves. Nobody knows its name, and I dare not let anyone else discover it..."

The high priest trembled violently, his voice broken and incoherent, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with each word: "Your Excellency, Your Highness, I swear by the Beast God, I will never again deceive the beastmen for their beast crystals, never again... never again... Please, let me go..."

He choked up at the end, and murky tears washed away the bloodstains on his face.

Fu Ying glanced down at him, then suddenly chuckled, "Oh? Then tell me, where have you hidden all those beast crystals you've swindled from various tribes over the years?"

(End of this chapter)