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Chapter 70 is such a pretentious person.
Qinglan's empty eyes were as solid as an abyss, and the crimson bloodstains meandered down from his brow bone, particularly glaring. Yet his handsome, pale face remained expressionless, as if he felt no pain.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice so soft it seemed it might vanish in the wind at any moment: "Is the medicine all ready?"

Fuying quietly looked at Qinglan, while the surrounding chatter continued and the insults still lingered in her ears.

Her gaze was icy. She suddenly grabbed Qinglan's hand and lifted it high, so that all the orcs could see her touch the rotting tribal totem on the back of his hand, pus and blood seeping out from between her slender fingers.

“I am a witch.” Her voice was neither warm nor cold, but exceptionally clear: “I also have ways to cure the plague in the Frost Plains tribe.”

"The Beast God pities all living beings, but that doesn't mean you can wantonly bully and trample on others."

"I'll protect the Frost Plains tribe. I don't want to hear such nasty words again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whip flashed, and a cold light suddenly shattered—

"boom--"

The whip swept across, shattering the boulder, the flying fragments brushing against the beastmen's terrified faces.

Fu Ying smiled, her fingertips casually twirling the whip's end. Her gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the crowd inch by inch, finally settling on Mi Duo's eyes, burning with hatred.

"certainly--"

She suddenly chuckled, took Qinglan's hand and walked closer to Mido, looking her up and down at her sudden look of panic: "You can take this as... a threat."

There was silence all around.

Qinglan suddenly broke free from her grip, staggered back two steps, and his back slammed heavily against the rock wall. As if in response to stress, his whole body convulsed, and painful retching escaped his throat.

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and she cursed inwardly: What a pretentious person.

She ignored him, took a deep breath, turned to look at the crowd, and said impatiently, "Alright, everyone disperse, continue. I haven't bought everything yet. Medicine sellers, bring out all the medicines you've been hiding that you don't recognize."

As he spoke, Fu Ying flicked his finger, and a cloth bag in his palm flipped in mid-air in an arc.

She casually tossed the bag in her hand; the heavy crystal cores inside clinked together with a crisp, melodious sound, each movement causing the surrounding beastmen's eyes to twitch.

Fu Ying curled her lips into a smile, then suddenly withdrew the bag of beast cores from her hand. The hard beast cores pressed against each other, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound: "What are you still standing there for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out all around. All the orcs who were selling medicinal herbs at the tribal trade fair rushed over with their animal skin bags, instantly forgetting what had just happened.

"Witch! Look at these herbs of mine, they were all dug up outside the snow mountain, they're still fresh!"

"Go away, witch! I gathered these from the snow-capped mountain walls, and they were even attacked by a four-star patterned beast! These must be good stuff!"

"Witch, this thing I picked looks like a flower, and I can't tell what it is. Why don't you take a look?"

"..."

Fuying examined each one carefully, finding no mistakes or omissions, and gained a great deal.

Qinglan leaned against the rock wall, unable to see anything, but hearing the excited voices of the beastmen around him, his fingertips dug into the cracks in the rock, his handsome face expressionless.

The noise gradually subsided as the bright moon hung high in the sky.

The orc vendors dispersed, and Fuying lazily propped herself up.

She turned her head to look at Qinglan, who was still leaning against the stone wall, seemingly blending into the shadows.

This person was like a broken puppet.

"The medicinal herbs are all ready." Fu Ying's voice was indifferent as he stared at Qing Lan. The bloodstains on his forehead had dried, but they still looked somewhat eerie.

A mocking smile played on her lips: "Don't look so lifeless. You still have to clean up the mess left by the Frost Plains tribe. I'm leaving."

Fu Ying walked ahead, in a good mood. The orc market was an unexpected surprise, saving her the trouble of trekking over mountains to find medicine.

*
Mido returned to the Snow Wolf Tribe, grabbed a stick from the side, and began lashing out at the two beastmen.

"Useless! Useless! You can't even protect your own mistress, what use are you to me—"

The two beastmen had already transformed into their animal forms, their bodies tense and daring not to dodge. They lay prostrate on the ground, their animal ears drooping and pressed against their heads, making "woofing" sounds.

One of the beastmen lay curled up in a pool of blood, his right hind leg twisted at an eerie angle, a white bone spur protruding from his fur, clearly broken.

For a male, being crippled means losing the ability to hunt.

Mido was still not satisfied. Her expression was ferocious as she tore at their fur, her nails digging deep into their flesh. She said fiercely, "You two pieces of trash! Why don't we pull out your wolf teeth and throw them to the hyenas!"

Mido's violent roar echoed throughout almost the entire tribe.

After a long while, she finally got tired, leaning on a wooden stick and panting heavily.

She looked at the snow falling heavily outside, her expression sinister.

"Blinded and afflicted with disease, crawling back to the Frost Plains like a jackal, Qinglan, oh Qinglan..."

Mido wore a sickly smile and mumbled something under her breath.

Back then, Qinglan rejected her and instead formed a pact with Fuying of the Oasis Tribe, which brought him retribution. But the Frost Plains Tribe has not been destroyed yet and has even received help from the shaman. How can this be allowed?
A witch? Ha, so what if you're a witch?
She wants them all dead!
“Go, tell Wild Yak—” Mido’s voice was strange, then she suddenly laughed nervously: “Tell him that I’m willing to form a bond with him, but I need his… help.”

*
Meanwhile, Fuying and Qinglan returned to the Frost Plains tribe under the cover of night.

Jia had been waiting at the door, and her eyes lit up when she saw the two of them return.

"—Witch! Prince Qinglan!"

She rushed over, the animal bone necklace around her neck jingling on her chest.

Fu Ying's gaze lingered on Jia's neck for a moment, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his lips. This animal bone necklace was quite similar to the bone ornament wrapped around Qing Lan's hair.

Unlike the original owner, she had no intention of separating the two.

But since Qinglan has taken the spot of a male lead who has no heir, she has to complete her mission.

The so-called "the one who isn't loved is the mistress" doesn't apply to her. Since they're already in a contractual relationship, she has the right to have a child and then get a divorce. That should be perfectly reasonable, right?
"do not come."

Qinglan stopped Jia from approaching Fuying and asked in a clear voice, "How are the clansmen?"

Fu Ying glanced at him indifferently, completely unconcerned about Qing Lan's wariness.

Jia paused, stopping three meters away from the pillar.

She was somewhat puzzled, but her eyes sparkled with excitement as she exclaimed, "Thanks to the shaman! The plague among our people hasn't worsened, and Gemalu has woken up! Prince Qinglan, you should go see her!"

Qinglan shuddered and staggered forward half a step: "Mother...is awake?"

Fu Ying glanced at him, rarely seeing such emotions in Qing Lan.

She stepped forward, interrupting Qinglan and Jia: "Alright, you have plenty of time to talk. Find me a quiet place first, I need to brew the medicine."

To be precise, it was medicine making.

The Qingwen Pill wasn't of a high grade, but the spiritual energy on the Beastman Continent was scarce, so she needed to use an array to gather spiritual energy to refine the medicine.

Jia dared not delay and quickly replied, "Witch, please come with me!"

She led Fuying into the tribe, and Qinglan hesitated slightly before following.

He was worried about leaving Jia and Fuying together.

Jia led Fuying to a quiet cave, her voice soft and tinged with melancholy: "Witch, this is where the witches of our Frost Plains tribe originally lived. It's very quiet here."

Fu Ying glanced at it, didn't pick or choose, and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll need about three days. With the spirit array in place these days, the plague won't worsen or spread. Don't let anyone disturb me."

Jia nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry! I will definitely guard it well!"

(End of this chapter)