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Chapter 85 Another Snake Tribe

"Xishan Tribe?" Fu Ying was taken aback. Generally speaking, few tribes would accept outsiders from other tribes and give them space to live, as territorial disputes and conflicts are likely to occur.

Moreover, resources are scarce during the rainy season, and some conflicts may become more intense.

Teng, who had been lazily leaning against the stone wall, paused upon hearing this and slowly straightened up.

His dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice held a rare hint of surprise: "All the tribespeople from Xishan have come?"

Mo Yan glanced at him sideways, a glint of something unfathomable flashing in his eyes: "Come with me."

After saying that, he stepped into the rain and didn't look at Fuying again.

Teng frowned slightly, looked at Fuying, and said in a low voice, "I'll be right back."

Fuying nodded slightly.

As Teng turned to leave, she didn't forget to tell Bai Cang, "Take good care of her."

In the rain, Fuying gazed thoughtfully at Teng's departing figure.

Since it was his mother's tribe that came to him, this connection could not be severed.

Since Mo Yan, as the leader, had already tacitly approved, she, as an outsider, naturally had no right to say anything more. She only hoped that no conflicts would arise between tribes afterward, and that she could give birth to her cub in peace.

As soon as Teng left, Bai Cang touched Fu Ying's stomach and asked in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"

Fu Ying thought for a moment, a glint of light appearing in her eyes. She leaned close to Bai Cang's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, her voice rising at the end: "How about I let you taste my cooking today?"

Bai Cang was slightly taken aback. Before he could respond, Fu Ying had already nimbly flipped off the stone bed.

With a light tap of her fingertip, a variety of ingredients were neatly arranged on the stone table: premium spare ribs still wrapped in plastic wrap, bundles of green vegetables still glistening with dew, and a piece of marbled pork belly.

"Cook some rice, stir-fry some vegetables, you come and help me!" She rolled up her sleeves, turned to look at Bai Cang, and winked, saying, "But you'll only get to taste it at most. With your appetite, you definitely won't be full."

Bai Cang watched her fluid movements, his eyes darkening slightly.

Even though he already knew she possessed the Illusionary Realm, witnessing her ability to conjure things out of thin air still sent a shiver down his spine.

The shaman is indeed the most favored being by the beast god, and every move he makes is full of divine power that ordinary beastmen can hardly match.

Bai Cang pursed her crimson lips slightly, looked at Fu Ying, and her Adam's apple bobbed silently.

He felt not envy, but worry.

The stronger and more dazzling she was, the farther away she was from him, like the unreachable moon in the sky. When he reached out to touch her, he couldn't even touch a wisp of her cold radiance.

What he feared was not that she would go far away, but that he didn't even have the right to follow her.

Perhaps, only by becoming a beastman with the Nine Star Mark can I narrow the distance between myself and her.

"Bai Cang?" Fu Ying's charming and pleasant voice suddenly entered his ears, startling him out of his chaotic thoughts.

Bai Cang suddenly snapped back to reality, only to find herself looking at her with her head slightly tilted.

"What are you thinking about?" She shook the bright green vegetables in her hand, and water droplets splashed onto his face, feeling cool and refreshing.

She wrinkled her nose: "Let me tell you, if you don't come and help now, you won't get any later."

A fleeting look of disbelief crossed Bai Cangmi's beautiful face as she took the damp vegetable leaf from her hand.

He looked at Fuying, reached out and gently wiped her face, but this only made her face stick even more to her skin.

"Pah—" Fu Ying pushed his hand away, her expression somewhat disgusted: "What are you doing!"

Bai Cang suddenly chuckled, a beautiful smile curving his lips.

At this moment, she was not the sorcerer who could turn the world upside down, but simply his female.

"You leave it, I'll wash it," he heard himself say, his voice hoarser than he had expected.

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On the other side, Teng followed behind Mo Yan, and the two braved the rain to arrive at the entrance of the Cangshan tribe. On the open ground outside the tribe, dozens of brightly colored snakes were coiled up.

They either carry young females on their backs or coil their tails around dead prey, occasionally raising their round, scaly heads and emitting low hissing sounds towards the tribe.

These snake-beastmen are slender and not rugged; they are the snake-beastmen unique to the Xishan tribe.

They are very different from the snake-beastmen of the Cangshan tribe. One is a slender and beautiful snake with a relatively docile and non-venomous nature, while the other is highly venomous, with dark and eerie colors, and deadly venom hidden in its fangs. This has established the Cangshan tribe's dominant position in the northern mountains.

When Teng saw the snake-beastmen of the Xishan tribe, a complex emotion flashed in his dark green eyes.

His mother was a gentle woman from the Xishan tribe, but unfortunately, she met Moshan.

Mo Shan comes from the Cangshan tribe and is a venomous python. He had already formed a contract with other females, but his mother still selflessly shielded him from a fatal blow, which is truly ironic.

The people of the Xishan tribe were immediately agitated when they saw Teng.

The large, coiled snakes raised their upper bodies high, their scales gleaming coldly under the heavy rain.

"It's Teng! It really is Teng! Mo Yan didn't lie to us!"

"His beast crystal... he's really healed!"

"That's wonderful! With Teng around, we finally have hope for the future!"

"..."

The members of the Xishan tribe talked amongst themselves, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and elation.

Mo Yan stood behind Teng's people, his scarlet eyes coldly sweeping over the restless snakes, finally settling on a female standing in the corner, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

The female's fingers were tightly clenched together, and pale green scales appeared on her cheeks. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she exuded a soft, mountain-stream-like aura that was quite eye-catching.

At this moment, she was looking in Teng's direction with a complicated expression.

"The western part of the tribe is empty; you can arrange the rest yourself." Mo Yan withdrew his gaze, glanced at Teng, and turned to walk into the tribe.

Teng stood there, watching his retreating figure, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Mo Yan had no connection with the people of the Xishan tribe. Now that he had become the leader, how could he possibly take them in out of respect for him?
Mo Yan was never a kind-hearted beastman.

He didn't care at all about the life or death of the Xishan tribe.

At this moment, the crowd stirred slightly, and someone secretly shoved someone.

Qinglin staggered half a step, forced to stand out from the crowd, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the animal skin coat.

She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look directly into Teng's eyes.

As he drew nearer, something seemed to choke his throat, and his voice was so soft it almost dissipated in the wind: "Teng... Brother Teng." He paused, then managed to squeeze out the rest of the sentence: "It's so good that you've recovered."

Her voice trembled slightly at the end, as if hiding unspeakable bitterness.

Teng simply nodded, then looked at the Xishan tribe members, his voice low and cold: "Follow us."

Without any further pleasantries, Teng strode into the Cangshan tribe, his tall figure upright and aloof.

The beastmen of the Xishan tribe looked at each other, sighed, and silently followed.

Qinglin stood still, biting her lip, and didn't move for a long time.

The insidious schemes of the giant lizard clan caused heavy losses to the Cangshan tribe.

As you travel along, you can see empty caves everywhere on the mountainside, some of which still have traces of blood that haven't dried.

Teng led the people of Xishan tribe through Cangshan tribe to the west. Looking at the empty caves, he had a cold expression and his voice was emotionless: "You can choose these caves yourselves. I'm going back first."

(End of this chapter)