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Chapter 248 Take Me to See Mo Yan
“Zheng, Cang”.

Fu Ying repeated the name in a calm tone, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Luo Heng's expression turned cold as she frowned and said, "He is clearly a ferret beastman. We have seen him with our own eyes. However, he is a very strange beastman. He sent you to the outside of the Triangle Sea. He definitely didn't have any good intentions."

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow slightly: "You've seen what he looks like in human form?"

Luo Heng looked up at her, a strange glint in her deep purple pupils, before responding softly after a moment.

"Dressed very elegantly? And look very good?" Fu Ying straightened up, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.

A hint of unreadable emotion flickered in Luo Heng's eyes as she whispered, "He gives off a... strange feeling."

Fu Ying chuckled, a hint of understanding in her voice, and nodded, saying, "That's normal."

After all, he is a deity of a small world; it would be strange if he didn't have some special characteristics.

The dangerous suspicion in her mind gradually took shape.

The ferret is very likely the Beast God.

The idea initially seemed absurd to her, after all, the Beast God was a deity who protected the continent and was revered by all beasts.
It's impossible to ignore the natural disaster sweeping across the orcish continent, unless the Beast God has no choice in the matter.

This suspicion became even clearer after Qinglan was pulled back from the brink of death.

In this small world, if anyone could break the rules and reverse yin and yang like her, an otherworldly visitor who came here for a vacation and retirement with a cheat code, who else could it be but the Beast God who wields the laws?

Not to mention the words left in the Black Crocodile Swamp, which everywhere exuded traces of extraordinary power.

These methods are far beyond what ordinary orcs could use.

"Normal?" Luo Heng was slightly taken aback and looked at Fu Ying with some confusion.

Suddenly, his purple pupils narrowed, and his voice deepened, tinged with a hint of probing: "Aying, do you know his identity? Could it be that you originally came from outside the Triangle Sea?"

This question had been lingering in his mind for a long time: Fuying was not the real "Fuying," so where did she come from?
Seeing that she showed no surprise at Zheng Cang's identity, he immediately realized that she probably already knew the inside story.

Fu Ying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "As for Zheng Cang, you will naturally know when you go to the Triangle Sea. As for me, I am not from the Triangle Sea, but perhaps one day you will find out."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Heng stared intently at her, a hint of pain welling up in her purple eyes.

For some reason, a strange unease spread through his chest.

*
Dan Yue led the merfolk beastmen to spread the news that the Northern Mountain was plagued by disasters and was no longer suitable for habitation.

Of course, this is a fact that everyone knows.

From the earth-shattering events to the mudslides during the rainy season, and then to the blizzards, everything indicates that this land has been abandoned by the Beast God. The Merfolk have merely torn away the veil of self-deception, forcing all the beastmen to face reality.

This also made them realize that the beastmen of Beishan needed to find a new way out, instead of staying here to wait for death.

As for where to go after leaving, that is the real choice.

Beyond Beishan lies the Triangle Sea, a place that strikes fear into the hearts of many.

The world beyond the Triangle Sea remains an unsolved mystery for the Northern Mountain Beastmen.

But one thing is clear to everyone: the Triangular Abyss, where the Zerg reside, has a warm, spring-like climate year-round, making it the ideal place to survive the long, cold season. Once this idea took hold, it spread wildly among the various tribes. If they could simply seize the Zerg's territory, wouldn't the Northern Mountains regain peace after the snow season?
Suddenly, undercurrents began to surge throughout the entire Beishan Tribal Alliance.

The leaders of several tribes suddenly began to travel more frequently, and they started plotting together to go to the Triangular Abyss.

After all, it was the cold season, and whether it was the biting cold wind, food shortages, or difficult roads, these were all formidable challenges that a long journey would involve.

They had to make some preparations, otherwise most of them would be killed or wounded before they even reached the Triangle Abyss.

*
At the same time, Teng returned to the Cangshan tribe.

When the tribal warriors on patrol saw Teng, they thought they were seeing things and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"Teng?!" Exclamations rose and fell, but stopped abruptly when the eight-star pattern on Teng's forehead was clearly seen.

The eyes of the tribesmen suddenly became fervent and awe-inspiring, but then flickered in the next second, unable to conceal their fear and shame.

They would never forget how Teng returned to the tribe in such a sorry state after becoming a cripple, how he plotted to annihilate the oasis tribe, and how he was personally banished to the darkest and most remote cave. The ridicule and humiliation they had endured back then, now, under the dazzling eight-star pattern, crept up their backs inch by inch, and the feeling of it turning back on them was truly unpleasant.

Things are truly different now; the once useless person has become dazzling again.

Even their most powerful leader, Mo Yan, is still just a seven-star patterned beastman.

Teng's gaze swept indifferently over the two guards, his attitude neither warm nor cold: "Is Mo Yan in the tribe?"

The two guards on patrol unconsciously straightened their backs, exchanged a glance, and hurriedly replied, "Yes! Yes!"

It's the cold season now, and other orc races are already having a hard time, let alone the snake race who need to hibernate.

Aside from the warriors patrolling the tribe's safety who remained steadfast in the wind and snow, the rest of the tribe huddled deep within the caves, leaning against each other for warmth. As the leader, Mo Yan had even more to do, distributing food daily.

Without any further pleasantries, Teng said crisply, "Chapter 248 Take me to see Mo Yan."

The two warriors, as if granted a pardon, immediately nodded and bowed to welcome Teng into the tribe.

This childhood friend has now become a familiar stranger.

The experience of when his Tengxing pattern shattered stood between them like an unmelting ice wall, making their relationship extremely awkward. Moreover, he had been away from the tribe for a long time and had become a revered eight-star pattern powerhouse. They deliberately maintained a half-step distance; too far and they feared being disrespectful, too close and they felt a sense of dread.

This careful maneuvering made the once familiar journey home feel exceptionally long.

As Teng walked along, his dark green eyes peered through the blizzard towards the Cangshan tribe.

A long time has passed since I left again to search for Fuying in the Black Crocodile Swamp with Moyan. Now that I have returned, the Cangshan Tribe is no longer the same as I remember.

Now that Mo Yan has become the leader, the entire tribe has been completely transformed under his rule.

Teng gazed at the stone caves scattered across the rock face and the well-organized tribal camp, his eyes flickering slightly.

During his absence, Mo Yan did indeed manage the Cangshan tribe very well.

Perhaps hearing the commotion, the tribespeople of Cangshan peered out, their faces frozen in astonishment. They seemed never to have expected to see Teng again.

(End of this chapter)