Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 393 The Chosen Priestess and Poor Tengqian
Yes, once she becomes an unshakeable force, if she were to attack the tribes of the Arctic Forest, the Poison Scorpion Tribe would dare not make any small moves and would probably be eager to curry favor with her.

The priestess clenched her fist; power.
The next morning, several wizards from the super tribe awoke from their meditation.

"My lord wizard, I have something to report."

The brown-haired orc stood respectfully outside the door, and he could hear the voices of several wizards talking inside the tent.

"come in."

The orc lifted the animal skin curtain hanging at the entrance of the stone house and went inside, followed by two orc warriors who carried food for the wizards.

“My lord wizard, last night the rock salt wizard asked me if he could help their tribe’s exceptionally talented witch.”

"A highly talented priestess?"

The speaker was the male wizard who had ridden on the beast's back yesterday. He put down the food in his hand and looked at the orc: "What kind of injury?"

The orc respectfully replied, "All I know is that I injured my leg while attending the trade fair. The wound became quite severe because it wasn't treated in time, so I can't walk anymore."

"Bring her over for a look. If she really has great talent, I wouldn't mind treating her."

The wizard said calmly.

As for the claim of exceptional talent, he didn't have high expectations. Every year, too many wizards and orcs were selected into the super tribes, and they had seen too many exceptionally talented individuals, so their minds were already quite at peace.

Having received the wizard's permission, the orc respectfully left the house and headed towards the rock salt wizard's stone house.

"witch"

The priestess nervously clenched her hands, staring at the doorway blocked by the leather curtain, feeling as if countless ants were crawling inside her.

Rock Salt Shaman frowned and glanced at her: "Relax."

After all, he was an old male who had lived for a long time, and the temperament of the rock salt shaman was naturally incomparable to that of a young shaman.

The priestess took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

“Witch, the envoy from the super tribe has arrived.”

The orc's voice rang out from outside. The rock salt shaman stood up from the animal skin cushion, glanced calmly at the somewhat agitated shaman, and then walked towards the door.

"Please let the messenger in."

The witch was pinned to the animal skin cushion by the rock salt witch's gaze, and tried her best to suppress the restlessness in her heart.

The brown-haired orc was ushered into the stone house, where he saw a very beautiful female sitting obediently on a leather cushion. When she saw him enter, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

This feeling
The brown-haired orc felt as if a beautiful flower had bloomed in his heart, and he could even smell its fragrance.

Seeing the orc looking at her with amazement, the witch's smile grew even gentler: "My leg is injured and I cannot stand. Please do not blame me, Your Excellency."

The brown-haired orc concealed the amazement in his eyes and laughed heartily: "So you are the witch that the rock salt shaman mentioned. Our tribe's shaman has agreed to heal you, but he needs to test your magical power."

The priestess smiled gently and nodded: "Thank you, Your Excellency and the Priest."

After saying that, he looked at the orc warrior beside him.

The orc warrior respectfully stepped forward and picked up the witch.

The brown-haired orc nodded, talking to the rock salt shaman beside him as he walked toward the residence of the wizards.

Only the rock salt shaman walking beside him knew how many times the brown-haired orc had looked at the shaman along the way.

A deep, mysterious glint flashed in the depths of the Rock Salt Witch's eyes, and as if she had thought of something, the smile on her lips deepened slightly.

"My lord wizard, the rock salt wizard and the witch have arrived."

The shrine maiden's smile froze slightly; at this moment, she truly felt the difference in their abilities.

Although they are both shamans, this envoy from a super tribe has a completely different attitude towards the rock salt shaman and the shamans of his tribe.

This caused the priestess to feel a great sense of disappointment.

So, in the eyes of these super tribes, the shamans of ordinary tribes are not worthy of respect?

"come in."

As her thoughts were churning, a male voice came from inside the house; he didn't sound very old.

Has someone so young already become more powerful than the Rock Salt Witch?
The priestess was greatly shocked.

The curtain at the door was lifted, revealing four wizards sitting cross-legged on animal skin cushions inside the room. They were draped in mysterious, soft animal skins, with only their deep eyes visible.

"Sit down."

The one speaking was the male wizard in the very center.

His eyes immediately fell on the little female being held in the orc's arms.

"What is the nature of the magical power you have awakened?"

The witch was placed on a leather mat by the orcs. She tried to straighten her back, her palms pulsating with magical power.

A moment later, a small, black insect appeared in her palm: "I am a Gu witch."

The dark, venomous insect wriggled in the female's palm, occasionally poking its head out and wriggling, as if trying to explore something; it was quite lively.

The wizards all nodded in satisfaction.

"Good talent, he must have already reached the third level of the Yellow Rank."

This time, it wasn't the male healing wizard who spoke, but the female wizard on the far left.

The priestess nodded respectfully, "Yes, I just upgraded to Yellow Rank Level 3 a few days ago."

“Treat her. Take this little female back with you; she can be my disciple.”

Clearly, the female wizard was very satisfied with the witch.

Only after the treatment began did the witch truly understand the difference between a regular witch and a healing witch, as the rock salt witch had described.

The wound on her leg, which the rock salt shaman could barely control, healed in just a few breaths under the healing shaman's care.

"Witchcraft can only heal external wounds. The bones in your leg are also injured, so you need to rest more. During this time, let the orcs carry you when you go out."

The priestess struggled to suppress the trembling in her body and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency Wizard."

Back in her cave, the priestess lifted the animal skin from her legs and looked at her legs, now fully restored, and tears streamed down her face.

"Polar Forest, Snow Tiger Tribe, Yuanlang, Wuyue"

A few days later, in the Snow Tiger Tribe, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang returned to the food storage cave.

"How is it? Is it broken?"

Seeing the little female's nervous appearance, Yuan Lang also tensed up.

Fortunately, the result was good; the cured bacon didn't have any unpleasant smell.

Wu Yue chuckled and looked at Yuan Lang beside her: "Warrior Yuan Lang, is the hot water ready yet?"

Yuan Lang's lips twitched: "Could you at least call me a normal number?"

Despite complaining, he didn't stop working. He added a few more pieces of firewood to the burning stove, making the flames even bigger.

A moment later, the water, which had been heated for a long time, also boiled.

"Can I borrow your nail?" Wu Yue, the weakling, picked up a piece of cured meat and said with a grin.

Yuan Lang extended his well-defined fingers, and without any visible movement, sharp claws sprouted from the tips of his rounded fingers.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still find it amazing."

Wu Yue murmured, then looked up at Yuan Lang: "In your country, would you be considered a monster in your current state?"

"Yes, you human are acting all arrogant in front of a monster like me. Be careful, or I'll eat you up."

Wu Yue chuckled: "Eating people is illegal."

After saying that, he pointed to the top of the cured meat: "Poke a hole here."

The orc looked at her small, pale hands, which had turned slightly bluish from exertion, reached out and took the cured meat. With a flick of his fingers, a hole appeared in the cured meat.

"rope."

Wow, what an all-around perfect cook!

As Wu Yue sighed, she handed over the straw rope in her hand.

Holding the cured meat in his hand, Yuan Lang looked at the little female beside him: "Is this all you need?"

"Blanch the meat in boiling water to rinse off the saltiness."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang frowned and rushed to the salt. "Won't the meat spoil?"

But seeing the little female's confident demeanor, he, a complete novice at curing meat, chose to obey.

He dipped the cured meat in the pot to rinse it briefly, then took it out and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Korean korean, Vairinos!"

She often uttered words that were incomprehensible to others, and Yuan Lang had long been used to it. At the moment, he would only selectively listen to the first sentence and automatically ignore the rest.

In this way, one person skewered the meat and rinsed it in water, while the other hung the processed salted meat on a rack to dry. In about the time it takes to eat one meal, all the cured meat was processed.

Have you ever eaten salted meat?

Wu Yue looked at the orc who was tidying up the stone pot and stove and asked.

"Of course I've eaten it."

Yuan Lang looked at her with amusement: "But this kind of food is not popular in the capital. It is considered a vulgar food and is only eaten by people in the border areas."

"Wu Yue! Wu Yue! Oh my god! Help! Help!"

As the two were talking, a heart-wrenching scream came from outside the cave.

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang exchanged a glance: "They're screaming like they've been raped, what's going on!"

"Ignore him, he's just a drama queen!"

Yuan Lang's lips twitched. He was all too familiar with that howling orc voice; it belonged to Teng Qian.

"Is it Teng Qian?"

Because the orc's shouts were so heart-wrenching, Wu Yue couldn't tell what was going on for a moment, but judging from the orc's disgusted look, she could guess a few things.

Yuan Lang nodded with a dark expression: "It's him. He must have offended someone again."

"Let's go out and take a look. He seems to be screaming particularly pitifully today."

Clearly, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang were not the only ones who heard Teng Qian's pitiful screams. After the two walked out of the cave, a large number of tribesmen had already gathered in the open space in front of them.

But
Wu Yue stared anxiously at the center of the crowd, wondering why the clansmen were laughing so happily when Teng Qian was screaming so pitifully.
Is there something tragic that happened? Tell us so we can all have a good laugh.

With a burning desire for gossip raging within her, Wu Yue grabbed Yuan Lang and pulled him into the crowd.

"Let me go, oh~ I'll give it to you, oh~ say it!"
"I don't like your type of female. Feelings can't be forced. Even if you force me to mate with you, I won't treat you well."

Listening to Teng Qian's struggles and shouts, the two finally squeezed into the inner circle, but...
Seeing Teng Qian's disheveled appearance, Wu Yue's eyes widened; the scene was quite exciting!
A robust female sat on Teng Qian's abdomen, her hands cupping his cheeks, her thick lips pursed as she kissed the beastman beneath her.

Teng Qian, looking like a virtuous woman being raped, struggled violently: "Let me go! My innocence!"

"I never would have guessed that Teng Qian was such a conservative man."

Yuan Lang chuckled: "."

Do you have some misunderstanding about Tengqian?

Whether someone is conservative or not depends on the person. If it were him, he would be even more conservative than Teng Qian when faced with a female like that.

"Don't you like how strong I am? Didn't you praise my graceful movements before?"

The female slave turned Teng Qian's face towards her, struggling to give him a loving kiss.

Teng Qian, in agony, stretched out Er Kang's hand, pleading for help from the surrounding clansmen: "I was just watching the show, just saying it offhand! Who told you to strike that pose in front of my house! Oh~ let me go!"

The female chuckled, "Really, you clearly like it, so why are you being so stubborn? Is it because you're embarrassed with so many people of your tribe watching?"

After saying that, he stood up, scooped up Tengqian and tucked him under his armpit, then ran towards a similar-looking person.

Only clouds of dust remained, billowing in the open space.

"It seems that Teng Qian's spring has arrived."

Yuan Lang did not intervene to help. After all, being carried under the armpit of a female and running around like that was something that Teng Qian believed this little female, whose cultivation level was not even as high as his, would absolutely not have been able to do if Teng Qian hadn't been willing to help.

"Let's go, shall we?"

He turned around, intending to say something to the little female beside him, but her strange expression caught Yuan Lang's attention: "What's wrong with you?"

"Aren't we going to rescue Teng Qian?"

Wu Yue chuckled dryly and pointed in the direction where the two orcs had disappeared.

"Teng Qian's cultivation level is above that of this female. If he wants to struggle and escape, there will be no problem at all."

The fact that the female was able to catch him means he was somewhat willing to comply.

Wu Yue reached out and grabbed Yuan Lang's arm: "Really?"

The orc then noticed the little female's unusual behavior: "What's wrong with you?"

Wu Yue glanced at him furtively: "I know that female."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow. For some reason, he suddenly had a sudden inspiration that Teng Qian's experience today was inextricably linked to the little female.

"A few days ago she came to ask me if there was any way to make Teng Qian her partner, so I taught her a few... you know... positions."

Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow: "What kind of position is that?"

Wu Yue drew an S-shaped curve with her hands: "It's this kind of alluring chest-out and butt-sticking-out pose. Didn't Teng Qian say he liked this type before?"

Yuan Lang stared speechlessly at the little female in front of him.

Does Teng Qian prefer females who are even more robust than himself?

You have a huge misunderstanding about his aesthetic sense.

"You really know Teng Qian's preferences. I wonder when you'll be able to show me the moves you taught this female?"

(End of this chapter)