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Chapter 9 The Witch of the Half-Mountain Tribe
"Hello everyone, my name is Huahua!" Fuying introduced herself with a smile.

Her charming and beautiful voice was captivating, a stark contrast to her ugly appearance, making listeners' hearts itch with desire.

Before long, a male beastman approached her: "Flower, what race are you? I want to be your beast husband. I'm a bear beastman!"

As he spoke, the male orc transformed into a three-meter-tall brown bear!

Its body is majestic, covered with a thick layer of fur, each hair as thick as a fuying finger, and its fangs are even more awe-inspiring.

Fu Ying found it fascinating; this was the first time he had ever witnessed a beastman transforming between beast form and human form.

"Hua Hua! I'm a three-star earth-type beastman! A master hunter in the Half-Mountain Tribe, I definitely won't let you go hungry! We earth-types can dig caves, I can dig out any size cave you want, so you can store more food during the cold season! We can even have cubs with you! Our cubs are sure to be talented!" The brown bear in front of them grinned, and a voice came out.

Male beastmen all possess beast crystals, and these beast crystals are born with attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the five elements.

Of course, some exceptionally gifted individuals will experience mutations in their beast crystals, like the original owner's snake-type beast Fu Teng, who cultivated a lightning-type beast crystal, but unfortunately...

Fu Ying glanced at the bear-beastman, whose furry head was adorned with a three-star pattern.

She reached up and touched her forehead, then sighed, "But I don't have any star markings."

The Disguise Pill completely changes a person's appearance, not only removing the star patterns but also the markings on their waist and abdomen.

The bear-beastman paused, his dark bear eyes focusing intently, only to discover that the little female before him truly had no star markings, not even a single one! This meant she was completely infertile!
The next moment, the bear-like beastman transformed into human form in a flash and scurried away, fearing that Fuying would call him back and insist on forming a contract with him, making him her beast husband.

This is the current state of affairs on the Orcish Continent: having offspring, finding females, and finding beast mates are all primarily determined by star markings.

Fu Ying was overcome with emotion and felt a pang of pity for Dan Yue.

How could a perfectly good five-star patterned beastman, who was not only simple and kind-hearted but also so handsome, be so easily fooled by the original owner's sweet talk? His whole life was ruined.

No! She must inherit the original owner's "legacy" and win over a beastly husband like Dan Yue.

In the summer, she would eat grapes in a deck chair while he sat in the pond and sang to her. Isn't that wonderful?

Yes, that's wonderful.

A faint smile appeared on Fu Ying's lips.

However, the people of the Banshan tribe could no longer laugh. Their initial enthusiasm faded like the tide, and they pointed at Fuying with strange expressions. No star pattern meant no fertility. What use was such a female? It was just a waste of food.

Green Mountain was also taken aback. Looking at Fuying's forehead, he saw that it was indeed empty, without any star pattern.

The witch's abilities are diverse, but I've never heard of her being able to change her appearance and conceal her star markings.

"I have nowhere to go. Can you take me in for the night? I promise I'll leave tomorrow." Fu Ying clasped her hands together, her beady eyes glistening with tears, her charming voice trembling with sobs, making those who heard it feel a pang of sorrow.

The surrounding orcs fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances, some of the males even showing pity.

"You'll sleep in my place tonight." Before the crowd could erupt in excitement, Green Mountain pulled Fuying along and headed towards his cave.

Along the way, Fuying saw many orcs.

Most of these beastmen are in beast form, after all, they are still beasts at heart. Even if they can transform into humans, it is only for convenience. Beast form makes them feel safer. Fu Ying even saw cat beastmen and dog beastmen.

Clearly, the Banshan tribe is also a multi-ethnic community.

Back in the cave, Green Mountain began searching, but he couldn't find the shimmering mermaid tail skirt anywhere.

Her face turned pale, and she turned to a tall man with a thick beard: "Meng, I remember the shark tail skirt was right here, where did it go?"

At this point, even though he didn't want to believe Fu Ying's words, Green Mountain had no choice but to believe them. Upon hearing this, Green Mountain's beastmen became anxious and immediately began searching.

They had no idea how much Green Mountain loved that mermaid tail skirt. Although she couldn't fit into it, it was sparkly and extremely beautiful. Even if she took it to the tribal trade fair, she could probably sell it for a good price. Not to mention trading it for beast cores, it shouldn't be difficult to get enough prey for a few days.

Meng was an honest and simple person, and his expression didn't look too good when he couldn't find the mermaid tail skirt.

He scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "We all went out looking for you today, did someone sneak in and steal it?"

Fuying sat at the entrance of the cave, his long, dark legs dangling back and forth.

Hearing Meng's words, he didn't even turn his head, and chuckled, "It's alright, we'll definitely find it tonight."

Upon hearing this, the beastmen in the cave looked at each other, star-less female, then at Green Mountain, unsure of what to say. How could she possibly know about the mermaid tail skirt?

Green Mountain bit his lip and said, "You all go out. I have something to say to... to Flower."

The beastmen obeyed and filed out one after another.

Green Mountain hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and sat down next to Fu Ying, whispering, "Are you sure it's a witch?"

"Are the people in your tribe who handle the carcasses of your prey porcupine beastmen?" Fu Ying asked casually.

Green Mountain's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "Yes, it's Mang. He is the only porcupine beastman in our Half Mountain Tribe."

Fu Ying turned to look at the tribal communal living, and shrugged: "Isn't that it?"

She rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at Green Mountain: "I saw him drag you to Thorn Cliff with my own eyes. Otherwise, why do you think the tribe didn't save you after you were bitten by a one-star-patterned beast like the Spotted Python? Instead, they just abandoned you before you even died. And who in the tribe could command that porcupine beastman Mang?"

This is a very simple logic problem, but it's normal that most orcs are simple-minded and physically strong.

Green Mountain was speechless, then choked out, "But Wu...why?"

Fu Ying rolled her eyes, and was about to speak when her eyebrows suddenly twitched: "They're here."

"Wh-what's here?" Green Mountain wiped away his tears, sobbing, and just as he looked up, he saw the beastmen returning.

Meng said in a rough voice, "Green Mountain, the shaman has arrived!"

"What?!" Green Mountain was startled, his face turned pale, and he was somewhat frightened.

"Stay calm, aren't you just blatantly telling everyone that you know everything?" Fu Ying shook her head. Stupid!
Green Mountain shuddered. That was a witch! How could she not be afraid?

Before long, Fuying saw a person wearing a long robe, which was made of silk and looked very soft.

She looked at it a few more times with some surprise. This beastman continent wasn't as backward as she had thought; they even knew how to weave.

"Green Mountain, I heard you encountered the Spotted Python today. Were you alright?" The man in the long robe stepped forward and asked gently.

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and looked the long-robed man up and down.

Clearly, this is the shaman of the Banshan tribe.

In the Orcish Continent, not every tribe has a shaman. This is a very sacred position, possessing abilities bestowed by the Beast God and able to convey the Beast God's commands. Like the original Beast Mother, the shaman of the Oasis tribe, her ability is healing, and she doesn't even need herbs, somewhat similar to healing superpowers in the post-apocalyptic world.

The shaman of the Half-Mountain Tribe was also a female, and a fair-skinned one at that.

(End of this chapter)