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Chapter 255 Let me check it.

After everyone had left their fingerprints, Fu Ying retrieved the parchment that had been floating in mid-air. It had no fishy smell at all; instead, it exuded a deep and mysterious aura. After glancing at it, she put the parchment away.

"Alright everyone, the contract is settled. Take your belongings and we should be going."

Fu Ying looked up at the dim sky, which was almost dark under the cover of the blizzard.

Upon hearing her words, the surrounding beastmen cheered joyfully. They had already taken their belongings with them when they left the tribe, so there was no need for them to go back and retrieve them now.

Fu Ying flipped his palm, took out a teleportation scroll, and said to everyone, "Now, let's hold hands."

Teng wrapped one arm around Fuying's waist and the other around Benlang's arm. Although the other beastmen did not understand why, they followed suit. They pulled each other and hugged each other, forming a huge circle around Fuying as the center.

The next instant, golden light shone brightly, almost enveloping the entire outer perimeter of the Wind Whisper Tribe.

A sense of oppression and detachment swept over everyone. When the beastmen opened their eyes again, although all they could see was still a vast expanse of white, the air around them was distinctly different from that at the foot of Thorn Cliff. It was fresh and... free.

Soon, excited sobs filled the air: "We're out! We're really out—"

Immediately afterwards, some people began to get restless and quietly left the group.

Although they deeply revered the priestess and were grateful to her for leading them out of Thorncliff, they wanted to return to their former tribe and did not want to leave North Mountain, much less venture into the perilous Triangle Sea.

As for the so-called contract, ha, they had never heard of such a contract existing on the orc continent.

In their eyes, Fuying was merely posing as a shaman to frighten them.

Teng held Fuying tightly, tugging at the collar of her cloak. Through the snow, though he couldn't see clearly, he could sense the commotion. He whispered, "It seems these fallen orcs aren't as obedient as they appear."

Benlang stood aside, his face full of shame upon hearing Teng's words.

He said, "Don't worry, Lady Priest! I'll go and bring them all back right away!"

Fuying blinked her long eyelashes gently and said softly, "No need, let's go."

She and Teng turned around and headed towards the place where the Merfolk had temporarily taken shelter from the wind and snow.

Benlang frowned, frequently turning back to look at the departing orcs, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

Sure enough, they hadn't gone far when a painful roar came from the wind and snow, almost freezing the wind and snow for a moment. The orcs looked at the broken body of the fleeing fallen orc and their faces turned pale.

They silently turned their heads to look at the slender figure walking at the front, who never looked back, and remained silent as if chilled to the bone.

Benlang also gasped, his expression growing increasingly awe as he looked at Fuying.

Upon returning to the Merfolk, Dan Yue rushed over after hearing the news. He looked Fu Ying up and down, let out a soft sigh, and then turned his gaze to the group of timid and quiet Fallen Beastmen following behind her.

If it weren't for the dark star-shaped markings between their brows, he would have doubted whether these were truly fallen orcs.
"Dan Yue, Teng, settle these beastmen down. I'm going to check on Tuanzi and the others," Fu Ying instructed, then turned and went to the cubs' tent. It was late at night, and the little ones were huddled together, fast asleep.

Two days later, the twins had grown even more, their hair growing exceptionally fast, like azure waves.

Fu Ying watched for a moment, tucked the blankets around them, added some firewood to the brazier, and then turned and left the tent.

She then went to Luoheng's tent; his injuries had not yet healed before heading to the Frost Plains tribe.

As soon as Fu Ying lifted the curtain, Luo Heng's wary voice rang out from inside the tent: "Who is it?" "It's me." Fu Ying entered the slightly cool tent and saw Luo Heng sitting on the edge of the bed: "Why aren't you lighting a brazier?"

Luo Heng suddenly stood up, her purple eyes fixed on Fu Ying, and stammered, "I... I'm not cold."

Fu Ying noticed his restraint and chuckled. Although the conversation had already started, given Luo Heng's personality, he was never one to take the initiative. He always carried a gentle and delicate air that made people overlook his strength as a nine-star patterned beastman.

She stepped forward and pulled Luo Heng to sit down on the edge of the bed: "Are your injuries all healed?"

Luo Heng gave a soft "hmm," her gaze fixed on her.

"Chapter 255 Let me check it."

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and reached out to grope Luo Heng's body. His slender body suddenly tensed up, like a bowstring. When her hand went inside, his body began to tremble and his breathing became rapid.

She knew this body too well; she knew exactly which areas were off-limits.

"...No...don't..." Luo Heng's eyes were flushed with a peach blossom color, and her thin lips parted slightly as she uttered ambiguous words.

He bowed slightly, a strand of curly purple hair falling down, his long eyelashes partially obscuring his purple eyes, which resembled misty fog in the twilight, emitting a rich, subtle fragrance that made the originally cool atmosphere in the tent feel exceptionally warm.

"It looks better now." Fu Ying smiled faintly and slowly withdrew her hand.

Luo Heng gazed at her, her misty gaze lingering on her for a moment before returning to her usual quiet demeanor.

Fu Ying took out a bottle of spiritual medicine and handed it to Luo Heng, saying softly, "Rest well again. In two days, we will set off for the Triangle Sea. Once you are fully recovered, we will continue what we were doing earlier."

The last sentence was spoken so tenderly and lingeringly that it stirred up Luo Heng's originally calm emotions once again.

His chest heaved twice, and he gently stroked the ends of her loose hair, his gaze deep and focused.

After comforting Luo Heng, Fu Ying left the tent, the cold wind dispelling the fragrance of the moonflowers that clung to her.

She walked a few steps toward the sea. The sea was quiet in the dead of night. Snowflakes fell on the surface of the sea, but reflected a very clear picture. The fog had not yet dissipated, and the seawater had receded a few meters, like a huge deep pit.

The sea monsters cannot return home, and this vast ocean may truly be evaporated away by the endless seabed magma.

Fuying sat down on the rocks by the sea, a pot of moonflowers appearing in her hand.

"Although there's no moon, it's been a long time since I've let you out for some fresh air." Fu Ying looked down at the moonflower that had already sprouted buds in her palm, her red lips slightly pursed. Nourished by spiritual energy and her blood, it was growing rapidly.

She pricked her finger, letting the blood drip onto the branches and leaves of the moonflower. The moonflower swayed in the wind, its leaves entwining around Fuying's injured finger, their fine serrations gently piercing her wound, greedily drinking in her sweet blood as if it were starving.

Fu Ying chuckled softly and flicked a leaf with her finger: "You really haven't changed at all."

Just then, footsteps sounded beside me.

Fuying put away the reversed position and turned to look at Danyue.

Dan Yue slowly approached, took her cold hand in his, and said softly, "Why aren't you resting?"

Fu Ying pursed her red lips and glanced at Dan Yue: "How are the Merfolk?"

(End of this chapter)