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Chapter 87 What are you pretending to be magnanimous for?
After Fuying finished eating and drinking, she looked at the two of them and asked, "Was my cooking good?"

"Of course it's delicious!" Bai Cang immediately picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to express his sincerity.

He chewed his food slowly and deliberately, glanced at Teng who was still struggling with his chopsticks, and couldn't help but sneer: "Some people are just too stupid, they still haven't tasted Aying's cooking!"

A cold glint flashed in Teng's dark green eyes. The bone knife in his hand transformed into a chilling arc of light, and he swung it at Bai Cang's right hand. The blade brought with it a gust of wind, as if to sever his hand.

Bai Cang neither dodged nor evaded, a lazy smile playing on his lips. With a deft twist of his long, slender fingers, he swiftly caught the incoming bone knife. He was slightly surprised: "So I'm this good with chopsticks!"

Just as Teng was about to exert force with his knuckles, Bai Cang suddenly clicked his tongue lightly, applying slight pressure to steadily hold down the bone knife: "You brute, take it easy. These are chopsticks that A-Ying just took out of the illusionary realm..."

He blinked his eerie fox-like eyes, drawing out the last syllable of his voice, and teased, "What if it breaks?"

Teng's bone knife suddenly froze in mid-air. His pupils narrowed dangerously, but he really didn't dare to exert any more force.

However, staring at Bai Cang's smug and dazzling smile, her knuckles turned blue from clenching her fists.

"Snapped--"

Fu Ying, his face grim, slammed his chopsticks down hard on the backs of the two men's hands.

Her eyebrows shot up, her narrow eyes widened, and she sneered, "If you want to fight, go outside!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Cang put down his chopsticks, shrugged lightly, and his fair fingertips brushed intimately against Fu Ying's hand. He even gave her a flirtatious wink, his voice lingering and alluring: "I won't fight anymore. I'll listen to A Ying."

When he looked up again, he curled his lips into a provocative smile at Teng, silently mouthing the words:
--stupid.

When Fu Ying turned to look at him, Bai Cang's provocative smile vanished instantly, replaced by an innocent expression.

Teng took a deep breath as she watched the smooth transition on his face.

Foxes are indeed the most cunning and detestable of the beastmen!
Oh no, except for Aying!

Bai Cang pretended not to see Teng's fiery eyes, looked down at the emerald green rice in the bowl, obediently stirred it with her chopsticks, and asked curiously, "Aying, what is this? Why does it look like it's glowing?"

"Spirit rice, it's very precious, you should try some." Fu Ying's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she pushed the bowl filled with glistening spirit rice toward the two of them.

Spirit Rice is also a product of the Xianxia world, containing pure spiritual power, but it is unknown whether it will have any effect on the orcs of the Orc Continent.

"Lingmi?"

"Lingmi?"

Bai Cang and Teng were both taken aback. Despite their animosity, they exchanged a rare, knowing glance, as they had never heard of such a thing existing on the Beastman Continent.

For a moment, a complex, dark light flickered in both of their eyes.

The delicate fragrance of the rice lingered in the cave.

In fact, it wasn't just the lustrous, jade-like spirit rice; the exquisite dishes and porcelain plates on the stone table, the shimmering animal hides on the stone bed, even every object she casually picked up, and... her very being, all exuded an aura completely different from that of the Beastman Continent.

Bai Cang's knuckles tightened slightly, and he gently pressed down on the corner of his eyebrow.

He knew very well that these items were not something that the tribes of the orc continent could forge.

The only exception is the orc world at the end of the triangular sea, beyond the North Mountain.

There might be some differences there, but Fuying has never left Beishan, so how could he possibly have such an ability?

Teng's dark green pupils narrowed slightly, his lips were straight, but his tongue lightly touched his fangs.

Her appearance was exactly the same as Fuying in their memories, but the alluring beauty in her eyes and the unexpected gentleness in her demeanor were things they had never seen before.

These changes make her completely different from the Fuying she once was.

The torches on the stone wall crackled, casting flickering shadows of the three people.

Teng licked his lips, his voice veiled in mist: "Aying, what exactly are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Cang raised an eyebrow and said in a lingering tone, "I want to taste this spirit rice."

The clinking of chopsticks against the porcelain bowl effectively cut off the second half of Teng's sentence. There were some things they dared not say too explicitly.

These things don't belong to the Orcish Continent, so what about her?

Does she... also "not belong here"?
Fu Ying smiled and quietly watched the two of them, seemingly oblivious to the subtle tension between them.

The moment the spirit rice entered his mouth, Bai Cang trembled all over, and his snow-white fox tail behind him began to sway uncontrollably.

His already beautiful face suddenly became even more alluring, a thin blush appeared at the corners of his eyes, and a low moan escaped from his thin lips, sounding both pain and pleasure, and was particularly clear in the cave.

Fu Ying was taken aback and looked at Bai Cang suspiciously. Was it really necessary to order a meal in such a... seductive way?
While she was still wondering, Teng also let out a muffled groan, his slender fingers gripping the edge of the stone table so tightly that they left fingerprints.

The next moment, black scales grew wildly from his taut waist and abdomen, and his snake tail emerged, sweeping heavily across the ground. Like a hook, it stealthily reached for Fuying's leg. His expression looked exactly like that of someone poisoned by love.

At the same time, the six-pointed star pattern on his forehead shone brightly, illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime!
Fu Ying witnessed firsthand that the six-pointed star pattern on Teng's forehead had quietly gained an extra point.

Fu Ying squinted, looking thoughtfully down at the spirit rice in the bowl.

It turns out that the spiritual energy contained in the spirit rice can drive the orc's star pattern to advance!
This is definitely news that will shake the entire orc continent. She is becoming more and more competent as a shaman. Thinking of this, a playful smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips.

Passion comes quickly and goes quickly.

When Bai Cang and Teng returned to normal, Fu Ying had already gone back to bed and was asleep, breathing steadily.

Bai Cang stared at Teng's forehead for a moment, his eyes flashing slightly: "Seven Star Mark... congratulations on that."

Teng reached out and touched the star pattern, his brows furrowing suddenly. When he turned to look at Fuying, his eyes were filled with a tender yet complex expression. He said in a deep voice, "No one can know about this."

Bai Cang could sense the power surging within his body; it was the power of the star pattern.

In the Orcish continent, the only way for males to become stronger is to devour the flesh and blood and cores of wild beasts, thereby tempering their bones and star patterns to advance in rank. This is an ironclad rule they have followed for thousands of years, with the only exception being the Fallen Orcs.

However, the corrupted orcs were considered filthy and ostracized by the entire continent.

The spiritual rice brought by Fuying is a different path from the iron rules and the filth, a smooth road.

Bai Cang suddenly clenched his fist, his knuckles taut and pale, veins bulging. A low laugh escaped his throat, a dangerous undertone in his voice: "Not enough..."

He looked at Fuying's sleeping profile, his eyes swirling with an almost obsessive dark light, and said softly, "I need to become stronger to protect her."

Even though he was already an eight-star beastman, he couldn't guarantee that he could protect her amidst so many covetous eyes.

The eight-star pattern is not strong enough.

Bai Cang's words made Teng fall into deep thought, when he suddenly said, "Black Snake, you are still far from being good enough."

Teng sneered, about to speak, when he heard Bai Cang's thoughtful voice: "Perhaps we should help A-Ying find those good-for-nothings?"

When Bai Cang said this, his voice rose at the end, and every word was full of profound meaning and carried a dangerous undertone.

Teng's pupils suddenly contracted, his dark green eyes shrinking to thin lines, gleaming coldly in the shadows.

He glanced sideways at Bai Cang, a mocking laugh escaping his throat, the air thick with the pungent, serpentine scent of snakes: "What are you pretending to be so magnanimous for?"

Bai Cang raised his eyelids with a half-smile and said casually, "And you? Aren't you just pretending to be obedient and docile in front of A Ying?"

He sized Teng up and down, then lazily raised an eyebrow: "A poisonous snake, what good could it be?"

At this moment, Fuying, who was lying on the stone bed, seemed to miss a beat of breathing.

The two males fell silent instantly.

Teng's cold smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and the sound of Bai Cang's fingertips lightly tapping the stone table also stopped abruptly.

Inside the cave, only the sound of the torrential rain outside and the sudden light breathing of the two males could be heard.

(End of this chapter)