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Chapter 186 The Weak Female Sobbing

There was really nothing to say between her and Luo Heng; to her, the latter was merely a mission objective.

After leaving, Fuying went straight to Qinglan's bamboo house, which was empty; he had gone hunting and hadn't returned yet.

Fuying tidied up briefly, then sat down at the table to brew some flower tea, waiting for Qinglan to return. This guy was also prone to overthinking; if she didn't guide him properly, he might keep blaming her for the tribal trade fair.

In a way, her role as a female is a bit like that of a caring older sister, as she has to pay attention to everyone's physical and mental development.

As dusk settled, the bamboo house fell silent.

Fuying waited for a long time, but Qinglan did not return. The weariness of pregnancy surged like a tide, and she did not foolishly continue to sit and wait. Instead, she simply lay down on the bamboo bed and let sleepiness envelop her.

When she woke up again, it was already dark.

Fuying slowly sat up, her gaze sweeping across the room; Qinglan had not yet returned.

She frowned, and just as she was about to get up, the door to the bamboo house was suddenly pushed open.

Teng strode in, his expression unusually serious, but softened the moment he saw Fuying.

He strode forward, firmly supporting her lower back, and whispered, "Awake? Are you hungry?"

"Where's Qinglan?" Fuying looked over his shoulder toward the door, where a thin mist had already risen from the dark sky.

Teng frowned, his voice turning low: "He hasn't come back. Something might have happened to him."

A gentle evening breeze blew, causing the bone bells on the eaves of the bamboo house to jingle.

Fu Ying pursed her red lips, her fingertips lightly touching the inscription on her waist. Her pupils suddenly contracted, the inscription belonging to Qinglan felt somewhat cold. This familiar scene made her brows and eyes turn icy: "Something happened to Qinglan."

Her voice was icy as she turned and walked out.

Teng grabbed her wrist and whispered, "I'll go with you!"

Just as Fu Ying was about to shake her head, Bai Cang's voice rang out from outside: "Didn't we agree that you would take us with you every time you went out from now on? Even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, we won't wait for you to come back at home."

His silver hair swayed, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes also revealed a hint of coldness.

No matter what, Qinglan is one of them, so they can't just ignore what happened to her.

Fu Ying looked up, her gaze briefly meeting Bai Cang's, before she nodded decisively: "Alright, let's go together then."

Dan Yue appeared silently beside her, her fingertips still covered in mud, clearly indicating that the bamboo house was not yet repaired.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Luo Heng pushed open the door. He stood under the eaves, his purple eyes filled with a complex expression. He seemed hesitant, yet he didn't want to be left behind. His fingertips gripped the door frame, his knuckles turning white: "I... I'll go too."

Teng glanced at Luo Heng with some surprise, looked him up and down, and sneered, but surprisingly did not say anything sarcastic.

Although this guy is timid and cowardly and likes to ambush from behind, he is still a nine-star extreme realm cultivator.

Fu Ying gave Luo Heng a deep look, then turned around, her black hair drawing a sharp arc in the air: "Let's go!"

The five people, plus a cub, traveled swiftly for two days before finally arriving at a majestic cliff.

The towering peaks before us pierce the clouds, their steep cliffs shrouded in mist. The mountain wind howls past, whipping up the long, loose hair of the woman on her back. Only when you step into this place do the snow leopard markings on your waist begin to burn faintly.

Teng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "This is the territory of the Golden Eagle Beastmen! Cloud Mist Cliff."

Of the beastmen, Bai Cang had fallen into Thorn Cliff years ago and knew nothing about the situation on the mainland. Dan Yue was a sea beastman and knew little about the land tribes. As for Luo Heng, she knew absolutely nothing.

Of them, only Teng had a clear understanding of some of the orc tribes in the North Mountain.

"The Golden Eagle Beastmen nest at Cloud Mist Cliff and are skilled in aerial combat, but they are proud by nature and never easily interfere in the affairs of other tribes. Why would they suddenly kidnap Qinglan?" Teng asked, his voice carrying the mountain wind into their ears.

Bai Cang's large, beast-like eyes flickered slightly as he thoughtfully asked, "So, it's a duck?"

Fu Ying, holding Tuanzi, sat on the back of the white fox that Bai Cang had transformed into. She looked up at the churning clouds and mist, but her red lips curled into a cold smile: "Whether it is or not, we'll know by asking." She slightly raised her pale hand, and lightning condensed in her palm, forcefully tearing through the clouds and mist on the cliff like a sharp blade.

"boom--"

The moment the thunder exploded, the clouds and mist were torn apart, revealing the scene hidden behind the fog to everyone. On the steep cliff, huge nests hung high, each one seemingly glowing with golden light, like beehives, yet enormous.

"Wow—"

A deafening roar that seemed to pierce the clouds and split rocks suddenly rang out.

In an instant, countless golden figures soared into the sky from the nest, their wings spreading out to blot out the sun. Each one was more than ten meters long, and the golden feathers were dazzling under the sunlight. The hurricane they created swept up gravel and rushed towards the group.

Fuying's long hair fluttered wildly in the wind as she looked up at the large golden bird circling in the sky.

The glint in the eyes of these birds of prey is the fierce light of a hunter.

Teng's dark green pupils contracted into thin lines, surging with a chilling killing intent.

The giant serpent and the golden eagle are natural enemies.

Dan Yue silently took half a step forward, her light blue eyes turning into vertical pupils as she looked at the group of golden eagles with full of vigilance.

Bai Cang's amber-colored beast eyes blinked gently, and his fluffy fox tail swept casually across Fu Ying's waist.

Luo Heng's face was a little pale, but she stood still, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Compared to the wariness of the beastmen, Fuying simply patted the sleeping dumpling gently, her expression calm to the point of indifference.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried the power of thunder, clearly piercing through the howling wind.

"Let Yu Li come out."

The flock of golden eagles above the clouds suddenly stirred.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes to look at Tuanzi, sent her into her spatial dimension, then stood up, tiny sparks of lightning dancing on her fingertips: "If you take away my people and don't give an explanation, wouldn't that make me seem easy to bully?"

The moment the last two words fell, she suddenly clenched her five fingers, and a thunderbolt descended from the sky, transforming into a dazzling electric net that tightly bound the several golden eagles circling in the sky!
"Wow—"

The golden eagle let out a mournful cry and struggled frantically, its golden feathers fluttering down like snowflakes.

Fu Ying slightly curled her fingertips and said calmly, "Be quiet, hand over Qinglan, and you will all be safe and sound."

She had a rough idea of ​​why the Golden Eagle Clan took Qinglan away. Unfortunately, Yu Li misjudged her abilities. Did he really think she was easy to bully just because he saw her lose at the tribal trade fair?

A moment later, a furious roar came from the golden eagle's nest at the highest point.

Fu Ying tilted his head and glanced at it. A dazzling golden eagle spread its wings and spewed out blinding golden light from its sharp beak. It crashed hard into the lightning net. The two forces collided and exploded with a deafening roar!

Silver lightning and golden energy clashed violently, and the golden eagle cried out, tearing the electric grid apart.

Yu Li was clearly a formidable figure; his massive body ruthlessly tore a hole in the electric grid.

Fu Ying's lips curled into a cold smile as she snapped her fingers.

The sky suddenly darkened, and large raindrops poured down. The moment the rain met the lightning, arcs of light erupted, causing the golden eagle, whose feathers were soaked, to convulse and let out a mournful cry that echoed off the cliff.

She looked up at Yu Li and sneered, "I'll say it one last time: hand over Qinglan."

Even though Wu is a beast mate she hasn't yet won over, the Golden Eagle clan's indiscriminate and tyrannical kidnapping is truly hateful. She is not a weak female who can only whine and cry; she has plenty of strength and means.

The golden eagle clan just happened to arrive, so we couldn't leave empty-handed.

She wanted Qinglan, and she wanted Wu too.

(End of this chapter)