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Chapter 60: I'll leave the egg hatching to you.

Although Teng lost the beast crystal and his lifespan was shortened, he still retained the physical strength that a beastman should have.

On the way back to the Cangshan tribe, Fuying lay on Teng's back, her arms wrapped around his neck. He carried her steadily, and even with light leaps and bounds, her steps did not falter.

She glanced down at his cold, hard face, his brows revealing his usual sharpness.

Fu Yingcou couldn't help but smile, leaning forward and gently placing her soft lips on his taut cheek.

Teng's breathing paused almost imperceptibly, but her steps did not stop; only the tips of her ears quietly flushed red.

Fu Ying asked softly, "Are you in a hurry to leave the Cangshan tribe?"

Her warm breath brushed against his ear, making Teng even more uncomfortable; he had never been so close to a female before.

He pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Whether I stay in the Cangshan tribe or not is not important. The rainy season is coming soon. Perhaps staying in the tribe is a better choice."

"For me?" Fu Ying tilted her head and asked in a low voice.

"The rainy season is dangerous. There are continuous torrential rains, rivers swell, and poisonous miasma spreads. The beastmen must store food in advance and lie in wait to avoid disaster. In some tribes, epidemics may even break out, and the entire tribe will die suddenly."

As he spoke, Teng's dark green eyes locked onto Fuying, his brows furrowed with a hint of seriousness.

"The most dangerous are the wild beasts driven to the brink of despair by hunger."

"They have no intelligence, and if they are starving, they will even eat their young."

“In previous years, wild animals would swarm out during the rainy season, causing many tribes to perish.”

Teng looked at Fuying with her clear eyes, without the slightest fear or hesitation, as if the dangerous rainy season he spoke of was nothing more than a cloud or a gust of wind passing by in the sky, insignificant to her.

She wasn't afraid.

This realization left Teng somewhat helpless.

He vaguely sensed that Hua Hua was unfamiliar with everything on the Beastman Continent, including Thorn Cliff and the Rainy Season. She didn't seem to be a female from the North Mountain, nor did she belong here.

Teng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened as he asked, "Huahua, where did you come from?"

“A wandering orc goes everywhere. I can’t answer the question of where I came from. Teng, will you despise me?” Fu Ying blinked, her eyes fixed on Teng.

"No!" Teng replied instinctively.

He murmured, "I'm just afraid that one day you'll leave here."

As he spoke, his eyes stung, and his chest felt as if he had been punched, both dull and painful.

Fu Ying's eyes lit up with laughter: "I still want to have children with you, I'm not leaving."

Upon hearing the word "young cub," Teng paused slightly, not inquiring about what happened at the foot of the Thorn Cliff.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was low, with a hint of stiff gentleness: "Snake cubs are born from eggs."

As he spoke, the lines on his neck began to throb slightly, but he deliberately ignored it. His long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as he continued in a serious tone, "The egg is very small, so it won't be too hard on you."

He paused, then quickly added, "We can hatch several more broods."

Fu Ying looked at Teng with some surprise. The proud, unruly, and cold-blooded beastman could actually say sweet words.

"Okay." Fuying smiled.

Without thinking twice, she agreed, her main goal being to coax him into a sweet smile.

Then, Fuying nuzzled Teng's nape and drawled, "I heard that incubating eggs is the male's job, right? I'll leave it all to you to incubate—"

Teng's body suddenly tensed, and his breathing became erratic.

A moment later, he curled his lips into a smile, his dark green eyes holding both coldness and tenderness. Although he knew that the beast crystal had been mined and was unlikely to recover, and that he might never have cubs again, he was still very happy to hear her say these words. This kind of life was his salvation, the life he had always dreamed of.

The swaying rod supported her, making her back more stable.

The night wind swept through, ruffling his long, graying hair. The missing piece of the beast crystal in his heart should have been excruciatingly painful, but the faint warmth emanating from his back made it feel as if it were filled, and the pain lessened.

*
Mo Yan led the way all the way.

His scarlet body snaked past, exuding the aura of a six-star patterned orc, intimidating the surrounding beasts.

However, he would occasionally look back at Teng and Fuying, and the coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes grew stronger.

"vomit--"

A weak retching sound broke the silence of the forest.

Mo Yan turned his head impatiently, his cold vertical pupils sweeping over the female—Xishan—who was curled up on her tail.

She was forced to maintain this position the whole way, swaying and bouncing with his movements. It's quite remarkable that she's managed to hold back until now and only vomit.

Xishan was pale, her fingers gripping his scales so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Mo Yan's eyes.

"Bear with it." His voice was deep and carried an undeniable command: "We're almost there."

“Mo Yan…” The black bear who had been following him disagreed.

This was Gui in his beast form, carrying Lan and Mo Mu, who were still unconscious, on his back.

“Once we return to the Cangshan tribe and resolve the matter of the viper saliva, you should become the chief. Although you need to find a female snake to form a bond with, the cub in Xishan's belly is also very important, do you understand?”

In the survival stories of tribes, the talents of offspring often represent the strength of the males.

Regardless of who gave birth to the cub, as long as it has strong talent or is a precious female cub, it is an honor for the tribe. Just like Teng, who was born to Mo Shan and another female, but was born strong and threatened Mo Yan's position as leader. Before Fu Ying appeared, even Mo Yan had to avoid his sharp edge.

"This Hua Hua is unpredictable; no one knows if she can really cure Teng."

"Once the Teng Beast Crystal returns and its strength is restored, Mo Yan, what kind of scene do you want to see?"

"This is a golden opportunity! Once you return to the Cangshan tribe, you must become the leader immediately!"

"..."

Gui stood aside, chattering incessantly, Mo Yan's scarlet beast eyes filled with displeasure.

He said in a deep voice, "Teng has already said that he has never cared about the position of leader."

If he still insists on becoming the leader, it's as if he's stealing something that others don't want.

"Foolish!" Gui cursed.

"You saw it too. That Hua Hua is a witch, her methods are unpredictable, and she values ​​Teng very much. If she really restores Teng's strength, Mo Yan, do you think someone as flamboyant as Teng will always be content to be subordinate to others?"

"Even if he disdains the position of chief, once his strength is fully restored, who in the entire Cangshan tribe can defy his will? Don't forget how much the people of the tribe sang his praises back then!"

"Instead of waiting for him to passively seize power, you should first consolidate your own position!"

"The position of chief of the Cangshan tribe must be filled!"

Mo Yan listened to Gui's words, glanced back at Teng, who was carrying Fuying on his back and had a gentle face, and suddenly scoffed, his voice venomous and almost sharp: "If you recognize a tainted bloodline as your son, what right does Teng have to fight for power?"

Upon hearing this, Gui looked at Mo Yan with a complicated expression.

You know that's tainted blood? Just now, someone was fighting over it, even wanting to raise this tainted bloodline themselves. Foolish! Utterly foolish!
(End of this chapter)