Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Tonight is the last time we'll rest. We'll set off at dawn and run for a day and a night, trying to get back to the tribe by daybreak the next day.

They were lucky this time; they found a cave and didn't have to spend the night in the snow.

It's getting dark earlier and earlier.

Si and Yan went in first to check around, and only after confirming that there were no other wild beasts or orcs did everyone else follow them in.

Mo carried Bai Ze to the innermost position, stopped, and slowly lowered its front paws.

The wind and snow kept pouring into the animal skin blanket covering him. After a whole day of running around, Bai Ze's legs and arms were now so stiff that he couldn't move them.

Li Hechen helped him down.

Bai Ze felt extremely uncomfortable. Wrapped in animal skin, he huddled in a corner, not uttering a word. His mental state was visibly very poor.

Xi Hejue leaned closer with concern and licked his face and hands.

Just a couple of days ago, Bai Ze could still talk to the cubs, pat their heads, and hold them in his arms to keep them warm. Now, however, he can only struggle to open his eyelids and close them again after a few seconds.

The excess animal hides were exchanged for salt with the mermaid tribe, and the animal hide blankets that had originally covered Bai Ze were soaked with snow.

Mo propped it up with branches, placed it by the fire to roast, then embraced Bai Ze face to face, opened his animal skin, and wrapped it in his clothes.

Bai Ze was tired and cold, and his reactions were a little slow. He subconsciously clung to the heat source.

Orcs are resistant to the cold and have a fiery temper. Mo had been running the whole time, so when Bai Ze lay in front of his naked body, he immediately felt much warmer.

Mo stroked Bai Ze's hair and whispered, "Eat something before you sleep."

"Hmm..." Bai Ze didn't really know what Mo was talking about, but he still responded habitually.

Mo fed Bai Ze hot water, soup, and food, just like before, but Bai Ze remained listless, neither speaking nor moving.

The sub-orcs don't have thick fur, nor are they as resistant to the cold as orcs. They simply cannot stay in the forest for long during the cold snap. Bai Ze's ability to persist until now is already at the limit of his physical strength.

They all knew what this meant. If they didn't hurry back to the tribe to find the Great Shaman, Bai Ze's situation would only get worse, and he might even... not be able to hold on.

Mo hugged Bai Ze tightly, pressing his face against Bai Ze's forehead, and sat silently by the fire.

Jue nestled between the legs of the beast father and the abbot, secretly clutching the hem of Bai Ze's clothes with her claws.

Neither the father nor the son slept.

They were supposed to set off at dawn, but by the middle of the night, everyone had already packed their things, left the cave, and ventured into the cold wind and snow.

During cold waves, there will be several heavy snowfalls. Each time, the temperature will drop sharply, then level off, and this cycle will repeat until the warm season arrives.

However, this year it happened much earlier than expected, catching everyone off guard.

Bai Ze could clearly feel that he had a fever, his body was burning hot, and it felt like there was a ball of fire in his chest, but it also felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, both cold and hot.

My head was throbbing with pain, like being pricked with needles. I had no strength in my hands, so I barely managed to hold onto Mo's back to keep from falling.

Bai Ze's eyelids felt heavy, and waves of fatigue washed over him. He could only bite his lip, using the pain to keep himself awake.

We're almost there... Once we're back in the tribe...

Animals rarely come out to forage on snowy days; the forest is quiet except for the howling wind and the sound of black panthers running.

Every now and then, Mo would let out a low whimper, and Bai Ze would respond by pinching his fur with his fingers to let Mo know that he was alright.

Amidst the hunger and cold, everyone became excited upon seeing the mountain ahead.

We're finally arriving at the tribe!

Bai Ze was unfamiliar with the terrain, especially on a snowy night.

Judging from the sounds the black panthers were making, they should be able to hold on a little longer.

He licked his chapped lips, the metallic taste lingering in his mouth as it traveled down his tongue.

The cold reduces a person's perception of pain from wounds. In order to stay awake, Bai Ze had bitten his lips several times, and when the wind blew, the skin quickly cracked and peeled.

Because of the snow, the sky in the latter half of the night was not completely black, but rather gray.

Before dawn, they finally reached the edge of the tribe.

In his dazed state, Bai Ze heard a series of "Awoo~" sounds coming from deep within his throat. Although they were low, he could still feel the excitement and exhilaration within them.

Black panthers have very sensitive hearing, especially to the unique roars of tribal groups.

Soon, they received the same "Awoo~" response.

We've arrived at the tribe...

The string that Bai Ze had been holding on to finally loosened, and exhaustion, cold, and pain all began to strike back at him.

The hand that was tightly gripping the animal hide gradually loosened, and Bai Ze slowly closed his eyes without realizing it.

Orcs gradually flocked to the center of the tribe, and some sub-orcs also came. When the weather was bad, the cave next to it became their gathering place.

After Mo entered the tribe, he prepared to take Bai Ze directly to the Great Shaman. But as soon as he raised his front paw, he suddenly felt a lightness on his back. He turned his head and saw that Bai Ze, along with his animal skin blanket, had fallen into the snow and was motionless.

"Awoo—" Mo let out a low growl and nudged Bai Ze's body with its head.

No response.

"Ooh... Hoo..." Jue and Xi jumped off Yan's back and pounced on Bai Ze's side, licking his face incessantly. Their bodies even began to tremble with unease and fear.

Bai Ze lay there quietly with his eyes closed, his exposed skin a striking red, while his lips were so white they almost blended into the surrounding snow. He didn't respond at all, no matter how his mate and cubs called to him.

He roared, "Go find the Great Shaman!"

"Mo, take Bai Ze to the Great Shaman!" Yan said, and then ran towards the Great Shaman's house.

Mo's blood seemed to freeze. After hearing Si and Yan's words, his stiff pupils moved slightly before he reacted. He quickly transformed back into human form, trembling as he picked up Bai Ze and ran towards the Great Witch's house.

Zhao had just gotten out of bed and put on his clothes when he saw black panthers rushing towards his house.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Who's injured?!"

Si transformed back into human form and, without even putting on clothes, grabbed a piece of wood to start a fire, while Yan frantically boiled water.

"Bai Ze—"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo rushed in carrying Bai Ze, his face no better than the unconscious person in his arms.

He stammered, "Bai Ze is... is very hot..."

Zhao quickly touched Bai Ze's skin, and was startled.

In the past, some of the orcs in the tribe would fall ill during the cold snap. They would cough, sneeze, then get a high fever, and even talk nonsense...

But few cases are as severe as Bai Ze's, whose body was burning hot as if he had just been pulled out of a fire, and who was completely unconscious.