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Chapter 95 We're really even now

"Tieli!" Jia's voice was hoarse and trembling as he tried to awaken this former kinsman.

But in those beastly eyes, there was no longer any warmth of kinship, only the scarlet red of hunger burning within.

Gemaru held Qinglan in his arms, gently patting his head with his rough hands, his voice soft: "Don't be afraid...don't be afraid...Mother will be with you..."

Ironclad's claws tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Jia turned her head to the side, her nails digging into her palms, unable to bear to look any longer.

She couldn't bear to watch her beloved Prince Qinglan be torn apart in a pool of blood.

"what--"

Tie Li's miserable scream rang out, followed by a muffled thud as he crashed into the stone wall!

Jia suddenly opened her eyes and saw a slender figure before her, both familiar and unfamiliar.

She stood by the haystack, looking at Prince Qinglan. Her once charming, smiling eyes were now filled with coldness.

“Fu…” Jia murmured, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Fu Ying ignored her and went straight forward to pull Gemar away.

She gently fed Qinglan the shimmering pills one by one, then pulled him up and sat facing him. She placed her palm on his chest and gently channeled her warm spiritual energy into his body through his meridians.

Fuying quietly looked at Qinglan.

His head was bowed, his chest barely rising and falling, lifeless. His jagged features cast a thin shadow in the firelight, like a piece of withered wood.

However, even in his weakened state, the moment her hand touched his chest, he still trembled slightly as if burned. This almost instinctive resistance caused Fuying's fingertips to pause.

She tilted her head and glanced at Qinglan, then suddenly chuckled, "Still hate me that much?"

I thought that after going through so much, I could leave some mark on his heart, but I never expected that he would still be so cold and hard as ice, truly a block of iron.

Gruma's eyes widened in horror, and he was about to rush forward to save his son when Ga grabbed him!
“Gruma! That’s a witch! She can definitely save Prince Qinglan! She definitely can!” Jia looked at Fuying, her eyes filled with hope, and she cried tears of joy, as if she were looking at a lifeline.

She knew how powerful Fuying was, and that Prince Qinglan would definitely be alright!
Fuying closed his eyes, and spiritual energy flowed into Qinglan's limbs and bones like a stream of light. The snow leopard mark on his waist gradually regained its vitality and became somewhat warm. This body, whose life force was almost exhausted, was finally brought back to life.

She slowly stopped, wiping away the fine sweat that had seeped from her forehead.

"Qinglan!" Gruma rushed forward and hugged Qinglan tightly. When he felt Qinglan's breathing gradually regain its strength, his eyes reddened and filled with tears. Without hesitation, he knelt before Fuying, saying, "Thank you, Witch—thank you, Witch—"

Before she could kowtow, Fuying pulled her up.

She looked at Gruma and said calmly, "If you knew who I am, you probably wouldn't want to thank me."

Before Gruma could speak, Fuying turned to Jia and asked, "What happened to the Frost Plains tribe? How did Qinglan get herself into this state?"

Jia wiped away her tears and recounted the whole story with a choked voice.

Since Fuying left, the rainy season is approaching. The Yak tribe, harboring resentment over their leader's death, secretly drove all the prey from the Frost Plains tribe's territory to their own land, leaving the Frost Plains tribe unable to store enough prey.

"The rainy season came too quickly..." Jia's voice trailed off.

Because of the epidemic, the tribespeople already disliked Qinglan. In order to appease the starving tribespeople and prevent them from turning their knives on Geruma, he gave away his share of food.

As Jia finished speaking, Fuying's eyes, sharp as blades, swept over the orcs of the Frost Plains tribe.

They huddled in the corner, their cloudy eyes filled with terror, utterly terrified of Fuying.

A shaman who could even revive a beastman like Qinglan who was on the verge of death...

The cave was deathly silent, except for the crackling sound of the fire.

Unable to bear such a gaze, Tieli reverted to human form, clutched his chest, and growled, "He's not going to live anyway!"

Fu Ying lowered her eyelashes and said in a low, mocking voice, "So, you plan to eat his flesh and blood?"

Tie Li was speechless.

"I'm sorry, it's Fuying, not Qinglan."

"You keep saying that Qinglan owes the tribe a debt, but hasn't he also suffered a lot?" "He should have been a brilliant warrior in the tribe, but now he is blind, burdened with a disease that makes him despised by everyone, and even marmots dare to tease and humiliate him. What did he do wrong?"

At this point, Fuying closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.

With a wave of her hand, the empty cave was filled with fresh prey.

"I will not kill you because Qinglan also has deep feelings for the tribespeople."

"The yak tribe's shameless behavior was not his intention, nor was it his fault! But he was willing to give up his share of prey so that you could live, so I respect his choice."

"Don't let me hear you insult him again."

Her voice was very soft, like the lingering mist in the mountains.

When Qinglan awoke from the chaos, her forehead rested against Gemaru's rough animal skin clothing.

His body was extremely weak. He smelled the blood of his prey in the air, and his empty stomach clenched in pain.

Fu Ying's voice pierced his eardrums, causing his fingertips to unconsciously twitch.

Supporting pillars.

He didn't understand why she had come again.

Why did she save him?

Every time he thought he was about to die, she would always rush in through the biting cold wind.

Just like now, he leaned on Gemaru's shoulder, his breathing weak, his vision dim, but her familiar voice still broke through the chaos, coming to his side with all the wind and rain, stubbornly pulling him back from the abyss.

Qinglan's elegant brows furrowed slightly, her chest churning with indescribable emotions.

No tears flowed from his empty eye sockets, but water droplets fell from the stone wall, running down his eye sockets like a tear, making him shiver slightly from the coolness.

It's just like how she always appears so quietly.

They both saved him and tormented him.

The next instant, Qinglan lost her balance, and a pair of slender arms, with an irresistible force, lifted him into the air, and a cold fragrance mixed with the smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Fuying turned to Gemaru and said, "Come on."

Qinglan's pale knuckles suddenly curled up, her thin body like a fully drawn bow.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, as if every inch of his bones was shaking, a feeling of disgust and rejection that came from the depths of his being.

"Let go..." Qinglan's hoarse voice was drowned out by her trembling breaths.

As they left the cave, a sudden clap of thunder illuminated the bulging veins on Qinglan's neck.

Fu Ying glanced down, her narrow eyes showing no emotion.

Her voice was very soft, like falling snow: "Don't be afraid."

As she spoke, she led Qinglan to the cave where she had refined medicine. With a flick of her wrist, the brocade box appeared in her hand.

Her fingertips hovered over his empty eye sockets, a faint light swirling around them.

"What you took back then, I'm returning to you today."

The spiritual energy transformed into starlight, drawing something from the brocade box and slowly seeping into his sunken eye sockets.

"what--"

Qinglan suddenly covered her eyes, and tiny glimmers of light seeped through her fingers.

He hunched over, trembling, and let out a painful groan. Ripples spread across his smooth forehead, and clusters of green sprouted wildly beneath his skin, instantly forming a complete five-pointed star pattern.

The star patterns shone brightly, like a new life.

"Qinglan, we're truly even now."

(End of this chapter)