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Chapter 71 I saved you, so you can't kill me again.
Fu Ying didn't say anything more, turned around and went into the cave, but this time he didn't set up any restrictions.

Since the Frost Plains tribe was collectively infected with the disease, they would need constant care should anything happen.

Jia clasped his hands tightly against his chest and whispered, "Thank you, Beast God. Thank you, Witch."

Qinglan stood behind her, and upon hearing her voice, said calmly, "You trust her a lot?"

Upon hearing this, Jia hurriedly turned to Qinglan and nodded emphatically: "Brother Qinglan, the shaman you invited from the Cangshan tribe is truly amazing! She really can cure the plague! Our Shuangyuan tribe will be alright!"

Qinglan didn't reply. She stood at the cave entrance for a while, then turned and walked into the tribe.

Jia bit her lip and suddenly called out to him, "Brother Qinglan! Wait a moment!"

Qinglan stopped in her tracks, her ethereal voice carrying a hint of coldness, captivating yet distant: "What is it?"

Jia pursed her lips, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her animal skin coat, and asked, "Brother Qinglan, the tribe is saved. We don't need to sacrifice to the Beast God anymore. Would you... would you like to be with me?"

Qinglan's empty eyes were like bottomless whirlpools. He didn't turn around, his expression was cold, and he was surrounded by indifference and detachment, as if he didn't belong in the world: "Ga, I have already formed a bond."

Jia's face turned even paler: "But, but, but a female like Fuying..."

"No matter what kind of female Fuying is, once the bond is formed, it is a bond."

Under the moonlight, he stood tall and elegant, his figure as slender as bamboo, yet his words were straightforward.

"Ga, you can find a better male to bond with." Qinglan said calmly, turned and left, her lonely figure gradually blending into the vast night of the tribe.

Jia Qiaoli's face was filled with sadness, her eyes were filled with tears, and she began to sob softly.

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In the cave.

Fuying had no time to concern herself with Qinglan's romantic entanglements.

Before her was a large cauldron, with a blazing fire beneath it, and medicinal herbs were being added one by one in the correct proportions.

Alchemy is a long and silent process.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Fu Ying stared at the cauldron that was already emitting the fragrance of medicine, breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Although there was an array to gather spiritual energy, this was not a world of immortals and heroes after all, and the spiritual energy was still thin, which was exhausting.

For the past three days, the Frost Plains tribe has been very quiet, and no one has come to disturb her, which has allowed her to focus on refining medicine.

Fuying closed his eyes slightly, and a shimmering light from his fingertips darted into the furnace.

Outside the cave.

Jia frowned, looking somewhat anxious, and paced back and forth at the entrance of the cave.

Qinglan came over and said to Jia, "Go and get something to eat, I'll keep watch."

"Brother Qinglan, it's been almost three days. The shaman... the shaman should be alright, right?" Jia looked anxiously into the cave, but couldn't see anything.

Qinglan shook her head and said calmly, "I don't know."

He didn't care how Fuying became a shaman, nor did he care why she came to cure the plague in the Frost Plains tribe. As long as the plague was cured and the tribesmen were safe, then, as he said, they would be even.

"Go and rest," Qinglan said again.

Jia sighed and left, turning back every few steps.

Qinglan stood quietly at the entrance of the cave, while snowflakes filled the sky.

At the open collar of his fur coat, a section of his jade-like collarbone was faintly visible, its curve elegant.

He didn't seem to feel cold; he was quiet, alone, and his whole being was even more pristine and clean than the snow.

Suddenly, a sound like the earth cracking rang out, shattering the silence of the snowfield.

Qinglan suddenly turned around, facing the snow-capped mountain, a hint of bitterness appearing on her slightly pale face.

At the mountaintop, the accumulated snow suddenly collapsed with a roar, cascading down like a waterfall, carrying the force of thunder as it rushed straight towards the Frost Plains tribe. The overwhelming snow waves were about to engulf the place in an instant.

Jia, who had just run a short distance, suddenly changed his expression: "The Snow Dragon has turned the tide, and the Frost Plains tribe... is going to be submerged."

Her knees slammed into the frozen earth, her wide pupils reflecting the surging snow. Tears froze instantly as they slid down her cheeks, her expression one of despair—"Beast God, why are you doing this to us?" The Snow Dragon's transformation was usually foreshadowed, but this time it came so quickly, without warning, giving them no chance.

With the help of a shaman, their Frost Plains tribe was clearly on the verge of recovery, so why?
At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, massive yaks gallop away from the cascading snow.

Mido sat astride the lead giant yak, her expression completely calm. As she looked back at the Frost Plains tribe, which was gradually being swallowed by the snow waves, a sickly, satisfied smile bloomed on her red lips.

She gently stroked the mane on the giant yak's neck and murmured, "Wild yak, it's all thanks to you."

……

Qinglan stood at the cave entrance, then suddenly curled his lips into a smirk, the white mist from his breath blurring the mocking curve of his lips: "Even in death, you want to be with Fuying?"

He had barely finished speaking when a mocking voice rang out: "Who wants to die with you?"

Qinglan was startled and before he could react, he felt a gust of wind beside his ear, lifting the bone ornament in his hair.

A figure brushed past him.

A moment later, a lingering voice reached his ear: "I saved you, so you can't kill me anymore."

Immediately afterwards, a medicine packet landed in his arms, falling into his palm, still carrying a faint scent of medicine.

Fu Ying looked at the rushing snow, her eyes cold, but inwardly she was groaning.

She's just a working person, not a savior, why does she have to make things so difficult?
Even with cheat codes, it's still no match for this earth-shattering avalanche—

"Tsk, what a huge loss this deal!" Fu Ying darted out, facing the rolling snow, she advanced instead of retreating, gripping her long whip tightly in her backhand, the whip crackling and ringing in the wind!

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the light shone brilliantly!

Her slender figure was like a small boat in a stormy sea, creating a barrier in front of the avalanche and protecting the entire Frost Plains tribe behind her.

Filled with despair, Jia looked up and watched helplessly as Fuying rose to the challenge.

"Xuelong... has been blocked!" Jia's pupils suddenly contracted, his chest heaved, and he breathed heavily. When he looked at Fuying's figure, he was filled with shock.

Fu Ying's eyes were icy cold, and his long whip rolled like a dragon, splitting a crack in the surging snow waves.

Snowflakes flew everywhere, reflecting a blinding, cold light in the sunlight.

Waves of snow followed one after another. The light around her gradually weakened, and the barrier shattered, but her slender figure remained motionless amidst the towering snow waves, managing to stop the raging avalanche.

Jia stared blankly at Fuying's retreating figure: "Brother Qinglan, is she really a witch?"

Qinglan stood quietly, her empty eyes reflecting no light or shadow, yet she stubbornly "stared" in Fuying's direction, and whispered, "Jia, did you see Xue beside her?"

Jia was stunned: "Brother Qinglan, you can..."

"I can't see."

Qinglan's voice was ethereal. He raised his hand to shield his empty eyes, and the wind and snow passed through his fingers. His voice was very faint: "But I can hear the Snow Dragon's fear."

The setting sun was like blood, and the last rays of twilight sank into the snow-capped mountain peaks.

The long whip in Fuying's hand finally lowered slowly, the tip of the whip leaving a winding trail on the snow.

The barrier behind her shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of starlight.

Qinglan noticed the specks of light hitting his face. He reached out to catch them, but they vanished the moment they touched his palm, leaving only a bone-chilling coolness.

Fu Ying swayed, his knees slamming heavily into the snow, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Click——"

An invisible force surged around her, her bones crackling and popping. With these sounds, her originally ugly features collapsed and reformed like melting wax.

Although the impact of the avalanche was blocked, the internal energy was shaken, the power of the disguise pill was disordered and unbalanced, and the spiritual power that maintained the appearance between the meridians collapsed, causing the face to peel off layer by layer like faded ink.

The disguise pill has lost its effect.

(End of this chapter)