MIWW Chapter 209

Vines suddenly shot out from Mu Sheng’s sleeves, pulling him back and breaking the fingers that were tightly gripping Dongfang Minghui’s neck.

The intense pain shot from his fingertips straight to his brain, and Mu Sheng let out a scream, his dazed eyes gradually gaining a hint of clarity.

Qian Wanyu slightly adjusted the direction of the purple lightning in her hand, aiming it towards Mei Wu.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed so quickly that Mei Wu didn’t even have time to react before the tiny lightning struck her, piercing through her chest.

She stared at Qian Wanyu in disbelief, her eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Her hand, which had been controlling Mu Sheng, remained stiff as her body slammed into the wall.

“It seems she didn’t believe you’d kill her so easily,” Qing Mo muttered.

Qian Wanyu walked over and carefully examined Mei Wu’s body with her whip.

After confirming it, she summoned a few more heavenly thunders, reducing the body to ashes before stopping.

Dongfang Minghui covered her neck, not daring to make a sound.

Mu Sheng was tightly bound by Little Colour’s vines, even his mouth was gagged, completely unaware of what had happened.

He was the most confused, with only his eyes able to move around.

Qian Wanyu first glanced at Mu Sheng, then walked over to Ninth Sister, roughly pulling her into her arms with a long face, “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Dongfang Minghui, as obedient as a quail, shook her head, “I’m fine.”

The bruise on her fair neck was very noticeable and unsightly.

Qian Wanyu gently touched it, and Dongfang Minghui instinctively shrank back, slightly pulling away from her.

Qian Wanyu’s eyes darkened, displeased, “You call this fine?”

Dongfang Minghui pouted, looking aggrieved, and cautiously glanced at Mu Sheng.

Good, he had no idea what he had just done and was looking at her hopefully for help.

She sighed helplessly, wrapping her arms around Qian Wanyu’s neck, acting spoiled, “Seventh sister, it hurts.”

Qian Wanyu kept a straight face, pretending to be calm, “Didn’t you just say you were fine?”

Dongfang Minghui mimicked Little Fatty and Toothless, burying her head in Qian Wanyu’s chest, rubbing against it, the softness almost making her nose bleed, “That was then, now, even talking hurts.”

After all, she was someone Qian Wanyu cherished dearly.

Hearing her discomfort, Qian Wanyu didn’t hesitate to take out a bunch of porcelain bottles that Dongfang Minghui had left with her, “Which one works the fastest?”

Dongfang Minghui glanced at them, picked out the pills and liquid, and skillfully applied them inside and out.

After finishing, she pointed at Mu Sheng, who had been ignored for a long time.

Qian Wanyu gave her a look of disappointment, reminding her, “Talk less.”

Dongfang Minghui covered her neck and nodded repeatedly, playfully making a zipping motion.

She had been trying to appease Seventh sister, but now it really hurt.

Mu Sheng had used all his strength when he pinched her neck, not showing any mercy for their friendship.

Qian Wanyu drew her whip, the cold tip brushing across Mu Sheng’s face.

She was satisfied to see him shiver twice.

She clasped her hands together, praying for Mu Sheng, and gave him a look that said, “Good luck.”

“Let him speak.”

Little Colour’s vines loosened slightly, and Mu Sheng looked at them in horror, “Sister Wanyu, Minghui, why are you tying me up?”

Qian Wanyu squinted, carefully observing his expression, “Do you remember what you did before?”

Mu Sheng genuinely tried to recall, “I think I fell asleep and had a dream, but—” Mu Sheng shook his head vigorously, “I seem to have forgotten what happened in the dream.”

Qian Wanyu pulled Dongfang Minghui in front of him, revealing the bruise on her neck, “You almost strangled Ninth Sister just now, do you really not remember?”

Mu Sheng was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time, looking at Dongfang Minghui for confirmation.

After she nodded, he looked devastated, as if he couldn’t accept it, “I, I, this, Minghui, how could I do such a thing?”

Dongfang Minghui found his expression amusing, but held back her laughter, explaining for him, “You fell into that demoness’s trap.”

“The demoness is dead, otherwise we could have gotten some information from her,” Qing Mo said regretfully, “We don’t know how she replaced Cheng Jiang, nor how she controlled Mu Sheng.”

“Dead is dead,” Qian Wanyu said, having no intention of discussing it further.

She asked Mu Sheng a couple more questions, which he answered clearly.

She stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and lightly pushed the snowball blocking it.

The snowball remained unmoved, as solid as a rock.

Dongfang Minghui quietly signaled Little Colour to release Mu Sheng.

Just as she was about to help, she heard Seventh sister say, “Don’t untie him.”

Little Colour quickly wrapped two more loops around Mu Sheng, binding him like a dumpling, leaving only his head free to move.

“Until we leave this cave, let him stay put,” Qian Wanyu said without looking back, striking the snowball a couple of times.

The snowball didn’t budge, only shedding some small snow particles.

“Be careful, if you use too much force, the snowball might not break, but the cave could collapse.”

“I’ll try.”

Dongfang Minghui saw three extra hands appear behind Seventh sister, each with a different color of spiritual power.

She rubbed her eyes and saw five palms strike the snowball simultaneously.

The snowball didn’t move at all.

Dongfang Minghui was amazed, then sighed slightly.

Before she could react, the snowball shattered and burst towards them, and the entire cave began to shake violently.

“What’s happening?”

“Could the cave be collapsing?”

Qian Wanyu waved away the incoming snowball, looked up, and saw that although the snowball at the entrance had broken into pieces, there was another, even larger, intact snowball firmly blocking the way.

“Ninth Sister, do you remember how many times the cave shook during the avalanche?”

Dongfang Minghui pulled Mu Sheng, who had been knocked down by the tremors, to his feet and thought carefully, “About three or four times, I think.”

“It seems there are probably three or four more snowballs like this blocking the entrance,” Qian Wanyu calculated.

She waited until the aftershocks subsided before saying, “If we stay in this cave, we’ll slowly suffocate.

Breaking these snowballs is our only chance for survival.”

One snowball was enough to make the cave shake continuously.

If they broke several of these snowballs, which were larger than the two of them, the cave might collapse.

Dongfang Minghui saw Seventh sister frowning, seemingly hesitating, so she cleared her throat, “Seventh sister, if you want to do it, just do it.

If the mountain collapses again, we’ll be buried here and unable to get out.

It’s better to break through the snowballs.”

Qian Wanyu nodded slightly.

In truth, she wasn’t as unconcerned as she appeared about Qian Yiling and Qian Ziyan’s situation.

If the avalanche had buried them, they needed to find a way out quickly.

“If the cave collapses, Ninth Sister, take care of yourself first.”

Mu Sheng opened his mouth, but when he saw the bruise on Dongfang Minghui’s neck, he deflated like a balloon.

Dongfang Minghui quietly signaled him to be silent and told Little Colour in her soul sea, “Release Mu Sheng quietly.

If the cave really collapses, we won’t be able to take care of him, and he’ll be buried.”

“What if—”

“No what ifs, Mei Wu was killed by Seventh sister, and you didn’t smell anything else.

Mu Sheng should be truly awake now.”

“Fine, but if your Seventh sister questions it later, you handle it,” Little Colour didn’t want to confront Qian Wanyu directly.

That woman was half its nemesis, terrifying.

Dongfang Minghui pouted, thinking she could just act cute in front of Seventh Sister again if needed.

“But what about Toothless and Little Fatty?” Dongfang Minghui worriedly looked at the two motionless figures, noticing the poor state of the bean sprout in Little Fatty’s hand.

“Oh no, this is bad.”

She tried to rescue the dried-up Little Bean Sprout from Little Fatty’s grip, but her fingers got burned red upon touching it.

“Xiao Miao, could you help me take the Tianyin Helmet from Little Fatty?”

The Little Bean Sprout, constantly exposed to high temperatures, had wilted, its bud drooping over the stem like a peculiar money plant.

Xiao Miao nodded, and as he held the Tianyin Helmet, flames automatically flared up, covering his hands.

Little Fatty clutched the Little Bean Sprout tightly, and even with Xiao Miao’s efforts, he couldn’t take it away.

As they struggled, Little Fatty suddenly opened her eyes, “Ah—”

A burst of fire shot from her mouth, heading straight for Xiao Miao’s face.

The Little Bean Sprout, caught in the middle, was so frightened it bent into an inverted U-shape, its bud touching the obsidian soil inside the Tianyin Helmet.

“Little Fatty, be careful with the sprout.”

Dongfang Minghui was already pulled aside by Little Colour.

As Qian Wanyu repeatedly struck the snowballs, the cave they were in began to shake, the tremors increasing in frequency, causing everyone to stumble and fall.

Xiao Miao, being clever, released his grip as soon as Little Fatty woke up.

“Little Bean Sprout.” Dongfang Minghui wanted to remind Little Fatty not to use high temperatures, or the sprout would be cooked.

Then, large stones began to fall from the cave ceiling.

Dongfang Minghui could barely stand and quickly instructed Xiao Miao, who had been sprayed with fire by Little Fatty, “Xiao Miao, please take care of Toothless, don’t leave it behind.”

“Ouch.” Despite being pulled by Little Colour, she couldn’t avoid crashing into the cave wall.

She felt as if the entire cave entrance was tilting, making it impossible to stand steadily.

“No need.”

Toothless had woken up at some point, calmly walking past her and even giving her a hand.

Finally, it stopped beside Qian Wanyu, resuming its taunting mode, “It’s surprising that these snowballs can trouble you.

Step aside.”

A mass of golden-red flames shot towards the large snowball, creating a human-sized hole.

Toothless strode forward, melting the snow into water wherever it went.

“Let’s go.”

The cave was still shaking.

Qian Wanyu turned back, grabbed Dongfang Minghui, and followed closely behind Toothless.

They walked for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick before emerging from the cave.

Looking back, they saw five or six large snowballs blocking the cave entrance, with the rest of the area turned into a sea of snow.

They were at the lowest point, which was why the cave was blocked by snowballs one after another.

Mu Sheng stumbled out, only to see a towering snow mountain standing before them.

He swallowed hard, “Am I still dreaming?”

“Dreaming? The place is buried, and our tents are probably gone too.” Dongfang Minghui looked worried.

“Seventh Sister, what should we do now? Where do we go?”

Qian Wanyu glanced at everyone present, her attention lingering mostly on Xiao Miao.

Dongfang Minghui was surprised and looked at Xiao Miao twice.

“Xiao Miao, this icy and snowy environment is the best time for you to practice control techniques.”

Xiao Miao nodded vigorously.

He had received a set of control techniques from Qian Wanyu, similar to Little Fatty’s, but had never used them.

He envied Little Fatty’s ease of control.

Dongfang Minghui rubbed her chin, looking at Toothless and then at Little Fatty.

Since Toothless transformed into a human form, its self-control was quite good when conscious, and Little Fatty was the same.

She couldn’t help but glance at them again.

“Seventh Sister, Little Fatty seems to have lost some weight.”

“By the way, why were you both motionless just now? It was quite scary.”

Toothless and Qian Wanyu both looked at Little Fatty and said in unison, “Indeed, she’s lost some weight.”

Little Fatty held up the Tianyin Helmet, making several anxious sounds at Dongfang Minghui.

“Little Bean Sprout doesn’t look too good, you cooked it.” When she took the Tianyin Helmet, it was still hot, not to mention the heat Little Fatty emitted unconsciously.

“Seventh Sister, I need to check on Little Bean Sprout first.”

Little Bean Sprout had completely wilted, its bud drooping into the obsidian soil, unable to stand upright.

Dongfang Minghui had no choice but to move Little Bean Sprout along with the obsidian soil from the Tianyin Helmet into the icy snow.

The cold jolted Little Bean Sprout, and its bud showed signs of perking up, but it lacked the strength and wilted again.

Dongfang Minghui was both angry and anxious.

“I told you to stay in the space, but you insisted on coming out.

Now look at you.

If you don’t shape up, Seventh Sister and I might just roast you for dinner.”

The bud trembled twice before lying in the snow, playing dead.

Toothless, however, was intrigued.

“Can bean sprouts be roasted? How do they taste compared to roasted meat?”

“Ah ah.” Little Fatty clenched her fists, looking ready to fight Toothless.

Toothless clicked her tongue in wonder.

“Roasting bean sprouts, not Little Fatty.

Why are you so worked up?”

Dongfang Minghui thought, after all, they came from the same bean sprout, so they were like siblings, or maybe sisters.

“Little Bean Sprout, did you hear that? Everyone’s waiting to eat you.

If you don’t get better soon, you’ll definitely end up as dinner.

If you recover, at least you can escape, right?”

Qian Wanyu always found Ninth Sister’s nonsensical chatter amusing.

“You all stay here.

I’ll scout around.”

“Seventh Sister, let Toothless go with you.” Dongfang Minghui was worried.

The surroundings were full of strange things, and who knew what they might encounter.

Toothless and Qian Wanyu exchanged disdainful glances, each turning their heads away.

“She doesn’t need company.”

“Toothless staying here makes me feel at ease.”

The two of them finished speaking, and before Dongfang Minghui could say more, Qian Wanyu leaped two meters away, disappearing from sight.

With Seventh Sister gone, Dongfang Minghui quickly bit her fingertip, forcing out a round blood bead to feed the ailing Little Bean Sprout.

“You’re feeding it with your blood?” Toothless was shocked, especially by the fleeting powerful aura, which made her frown.

“Yes.”

The ghost-faced tree spirit clan needed human blood to nourish them, but who knew when Little Bean Sprout would ‘grow up.’

Toothless had half a mind to roast the wilting bean sprout.

Unknowingly, a spark had already formed in her hand.

“Ah.” Little Fatty clenched her fists, glaring at her.

“You’re smart, even if you can’t speak.” Toothless casually dispersed the fire.

Seeing how much that foolish woman cherished the bean sprout, if it were destroyed, she’d probably cry in a corner.

Dongfang Minghui was unaware of the near-fight between the two.

After feeding the blood, she felt a bit dizzy and plopped down in the snow.

Mu Sheng quickly helped her up.

“Minghui, how long have you been feeding this spirit plant with your blood?”

Dongfang Minghui shook her head, “I don’t remember, it must have been a long, long time ago.”

Mu Sheng advised, “You can’t keep feeding it.

Don’t you understand the principle of ‘the full moon wanes, the full water overflows’? You know the problem with your blood.

Have you forgotten why the golden thorn tree was planted in the courtyard at the academy?”

Hearing Mu Sheng’s words, she was momentarily confused.

Blue Star Dream was overfed with spiritual liquid by Situ Hao, causing it to be unable to digest.

She couldn’t help but reflect on her treatment of Little Bean Sprout, realizing she might have overdone it.

“Could it be because I’ve been feeding you my blood for so long that you haven’t been able to bloom and bear fruit?”

After digesting her blood, Little Bean Sprout became lively again.

It did a flip and jumped into the Tianyin Helmet, bouncing around in the snow for a few laps before voluntarily jumping into Dongfang Minghui’s arms.

“Little Bean Sprout, is it because you’ve absorbed too much of my blood that you haven’t grown?” Dongfang Minghui thought Mu Sheng’s reminder was right; everything should be in moderation.

She decided to discuss Little Bean Sprout’s situation with Seventh Sister before making a decision.

Little Bean Sprout wiggled its bud, rubbed against her finger, and then jumped back to Little Fatty’s side, probably because it was too cold.

Dongfang Minghui saw its bud shivering in the cold wind and laughed in exasperation, “Serves you right, you should freeze a bit.”

Little Fatty, hearing this, happily threw the Tianyin Helmet on the ground and ran off.

The helmet wobbled a bit before stabilizing, and Little Bean Sprout chased after Little Fatty, unable to catch up.

Everyone, except Dongfang Minghui, was dumbfounded watching Little Bean Sprout chase Little Fatty until she couldn’t help but ask, “Why hasn’t Seventh Sister returned after so long?”

Mu Sheng also found it strange.

The two exchanged glances and said, “Sister Wanyu shouldn’t be in trouble.”

Dongfang Minghui was also confident, so she said, “Let’s wait a bit longer.”

As they waited, they didn’t see Qian Wanyu, but they did see Leen, who had been missing for about two days.

Leen was in a sorry state, covered in snow, tumbling down from a height and rolling to Dongfang Minghui’s feet.

“Leen?”

“Be careful.”

Mu Sheng pulled Dongfang Minghui back and cautiously nudged him with his foot, but there was no response.

Little Colour’s vine flipped him over, revealing a flushed face, closed eyes, and a wet body, as if he had just come out of an icy river.

Dongfang Minghui quickly checked Leen’s pulse, “It’s very weak.

Mu Sheng, help me carry him into the cave.”

Toothless was displeased, “That cave might collapse at any moment.

Taking him in there is sending him to his death.”

“Then what should we do?”

Her spatial ring was unusable, and all the potions and pills were with Seventh Sister.

Among the people present, only Mu Sheng had a spatial ring, and the rest were not normal humans.

Dongfang Minghui’s eyes lit up, “Mu Sheng, could you help Leen change into a set of clothes?”

Mu Sheng agreed quickly.

To avoid suspicion, Dongfang Minghui and the others turned away until Mu Sheng called out, “It’s done.”

Dongfang Minghui saw that although Leen had changed into dry clothes, his calves and wrists were still exposed, clearly indicating the clothes didn’t fit.

Mu Sheng was embarrassed; he couldn’t compare to Leen’s height.

Leen had grown quite tall, almost matching the beast people, so his clothes didn’t fit.

Looking around, it seemed no one else could help with this task.

“Ahem, thank you, Mu Sheng, for your help.

Could you do me another favor?”

When Qian Wanyu returned, she saw the two of them holding ice blocks, rubbing them occasionally, then wrapping them in cloth and placing them on Leen’s head.

Seeing Ninth Sister’s red, frozen hands, she asked, “What are you doing?”

Mu Sheng was using the snow to help cool Leen’s body, but he knew it wasn’t a long-term solution.

Dongfang Minghui’s fingers were burning from the cold, “Leen has a fever.

Seventh Sister, you’re just in time.

Get me a fever-reducing pill from your space.”

Qian Wanyu quickly found a bottle, “When did Leen come back?”

She quickly put the pill in Leen’s mouth, shivering from the cold, and explained, “He rolled down from above shortly after you left and hasn’t regained consciousness since.”

Qian Wanyu looked at the terrain.

They were at the lowest point, and if another avalanche occurred, they wouldn’t be able to escape.

“Leaving him here is useless.

We need to find a sheltered place, or his injuries will worsen.”

“Seventh Sister, can we dig a hole?”

“A hole?”

Dongfang Minghui remembered reading somewhere that people would dig holes to avoid wind and snow, staying safe until the storm passed, preventing them from freezing to death in the icy wilderness.

Qian Wanyu nodded slightly and called Toothless, “We need your help this time.”

The two found a spot in the snow not far from the cave and easily dug a large hole.

Qian Wanyu then set up a tent in the spot they had prepared.

With a tent in the hole, it was much warmer.

“How is Leen?”

“We’ll have to see how he is tonight.” Dongfang Minghui was puzzled.

Leen was a highly skilled wind Spiritual Master, so how could he end up feverish and unconscious? If he had fainted elsewhere and been caught in the snow for days, he might have died a pitiful death.

Qian Wanyu saw her hands were swollen from the cold and quickly pulled her over, warming her icy hands in her own, “Do you not want these hands anymore?”

Dongfang Minghui was indeed cold, and Seventh Sister’s warmth was comforting.

Qian Wanyu released a gentle spiritual energy into her body, warming her from the inside out.

Dongfang Minghui closed her eyes in comfort, and the wind and snow outside, blocked by several layers, couldn’t reach them.

Mu Sheng took over Dongfang Minghui’s task, keeping watch over Leen and observing his condition.

The first half of the night went well.

Qian Wanyu held Dongfang Minghui, looking at the snow above.

At night, the snow covered everything, erasing previous traces.

She had scouted the area earlier and found no signs of others, losing contact with her mother and uncle.

Qian Wanyu looked down at Ninth Sister, who was sleeping soundly, her face flushed.

She gently touched her forehead and was relieved to find her temperature normal.

“Father.”

“Mother, don’t go.”

Leen, lying on the only blanket, was restless, suddenly grabbing Mu Sheng’s hand, the one Little Colour had injured.

Mu Sheng’s face turned pale with pain, and he groaned softly.

Dongfang Minghui was awakened by his voice, “His body temperature is rising again.”

Mu Sheng’s handsome face was contorted with pain, but Leen’s grip was strong, and he couldn’t break free.

“Seventh Sister, hold him down for me.”

Dongfang Minghui quickly pulled out her silver needles and pricked a few points on his wrist.

Leen’s hand went limp, releasing Mu Sheng, whose hand was now bleeding from Leen’s grip.

She quickly gave Leen another fever-reducing pill and busily bandaged and disinfected Mu Sheng.

“Mu Sheng, I’m sorry, we might have been a bit rough earlier.

I’ll help you fix these two fingers, and if you massage them daily, they’ll be fine in a while.”

Mu Sheng shook his head.

“I should be the one apologizing.

Is the wound on your neck any better?”

Dongfang Minghui couldn’t see the wound on her neck, but both Mu Sheng and Qian Wanyu could.

The bruise that had been there was almost healed in just half a day.

She instinctively touched her neck and laughed carelessly, “It should be fine now.

It seems the pill is quite effective.”

Mu Sheng nodded slightly, feeling a bit relieved from his guilt.

He hesitated before carefully asking, “Was I very fierce at that time?”

That question was a bit hard to answer.

Dongfang Minghui thought for a moment.

“You were a bit different from your usual self.”

Usually, Mu Sheng was very gentle, but yesterday he was swift and decisive.

The moment he grabbed her, her mind went blank, mainly because she never thought Mu Sheng would attack her.

After that, she was just thinking about how not to drag Seventh Sister down and escape smoothly.

“If I act foolishly again in the future, you can be harsher with me,” Mu Sheng said softly.

“That won’t do,” Dongfang Minghui retorted.

“I’m already upset about hurting you.

Do you want me to feel even more guilty?”

Qian Wanyu saw that she was almost done and said, “Come over and check on Leen.

He seems to be having a nightmare.”

In his nightmare, Leen was restless, grabbing at the air with his hands and muttering “dad” and “mom.” Dongfang Minghui took out silver needles and inserted a few into his forehead, which calmed him down a bit.

“No wonder he wants revenge so badly.

Even in his dreams, he can’t help but call for his parents.

It seems his foster parents treated him very well.”

“Foster parents?”

“Yes, I heard from Harlow last time.

Before Leen met me, he was being hunted.

At that time, it was said that people from Cyril killed his parents.

I always thought they were his biological parents, so the hatred was naturally deep.

Later, Harlow met him and mentioned some past events that I overheard.”

“So they were foster parents.”

“Ninth Sister, have you confirmed what I asked you and Karu to check last time?”

Dongfang Minghui scooped some snow from beside the cave, wrapped it in cloth, and placed it on Leen’s forehead, occasionally checking his breath.

“I asked, and Karu said it wasn’t him who said it.”

Qian Wanyu nodded thoughtfully.

“I guessed it.”

Dongfang Minghui thought Seventh Sister was referring to Leen guessing her identity and was surprised, praising, “Leen is not only talented but also quite smart.

Even Karu couldn’t immediately confirm me, but he could.

It’s not in vain that I saved his life back then.”

Qian Wanyu shook her head helplessly.

“Luckily, I claimed you as my Ninth Sister first.

Otherwise, who knows, you might have been tricked and sold without even realizing it.”

Even Dongfang Minghui, as naive as she was, could hear the teasing in those words and stomped her foot in anger.

Mu Sheng was listening intently to their conversation about Leen when the topic suddenly changed, and he was force-fed a mouthful of dog food.

Covering his flushed face, he turned to find Little Fatty and the others.

——

The night passed quietly.

Leen was carefully looked after by Dongfang Minghui throughout the night and woke up once after three hours.

“Sorcerer.”

“Shh, don’t speak.”

Dongfang Minghui first touched his forehead, then his exposed wrist.

His body temperature had clearly dropped.

“You had a high fever.

Let me give you some water to drink, and then you can rest a bit more.”

Leen responded softly, opened his mouth to drink some warm water.

Though he only drank a little, his body felt warm, but he was too weak to get up.

After feeding him, Dongfang Minghui busily started making potions and pills on the side.

Leen quietly watched her until fatigue overcame him, and he struggled a bit before finally succumbing to sleep.

Qian Wanyu sat cross-legged on one side, watching Leen, and heard Qing Mo teasing in her ear, “Your Ninth Sister is actually more popular than you.

Randomly saving someone might just be the child of Qian Ying you’re looking for, and this child even has improper thoughts about your Ninth Sister.

What will you do? You can’t kill him, and you have to find a way to accommodate him.”

“It might not be him.”

“Not him? He just called out ‘dad’ and ‘mom’ in human language.

Your Ninth Sister is so carefree, she didn’t think anything of it.

A person who grew up in a beast tribe, if he truly thought of his foster parents, wouldn’t use human language.” Qing Mo said confidently.

“Besides, don’t you think his change is too drastic?”

In a year, it’s possible for someone to lose their youthful appearance, but it can’t make someone mature so quickly, as if they’ve become a different person.

“Maybe his soul was taken over,” Qian Wanyu speculated maliciously.

“Those people are everywhere.

Maybe they chose someone closest to us, trying to invade the soul sea and take over his body.”

“Indeed, but don’t forget you spent some time with Leen.

You are the most qualified to say whether his mind is firm.”

Qian Wanyu was silent for a moment.

In the Kas tribe, Leen relied on his tenacity to awaken his wind element under the torment of Jing Kewei’s water element.

“Yes, if it’s him, we can account for Qian Ying.”

“Wait, don’t rush.

I’m just saying.

This matter needs to be ten percent certain before the blood oath can be lifted, or it could easily backfire.” Qing Mo became cautious.

Qian Wanyu smiled.

——

Toothless and Little Fatty couldn’t stand the boredom.

After the snowstorm stopped at dawn, they crawled out of the cave.

Xiao Miao followed them out.

He was a quiet child, often staying on the side, watching them play quietly, occasionally laughing foolishly.

Leen, despite Dongfang Minghui’s objections, tried to stand up after lying down all night, struggling to stand once and breaking out in a sweat.

Dongfang Minghui and Qian Wanyu sat side by side.

“Leen, where did you go? We were very worried.”

“That day, I couldn’t find any prey.

I wanted to come back, but it started snowing heavily halfway, covering the road.

I had to find a place to shelter from the snowstorm,” Leen said, feeling puzzled.

“The snow outside seemed like it would last a long time, so I waited patiently after checking the cave entrance several times.

I was probably too tired and fell asleep.”

Too tired and fell asleep?

Dongfang Minghui believed this explanation.

Leen had accepted so many challenges that day, and his cultivation wasn’t complete yet.

Following them on the road, he was exhausted.

Falling asleep accidentally was normal.

“And then?”

Leen patted his head.

“I think I had a dream. I dreamed I was lying in an ice coffin, surrounded by mist, unclear. I thought I could move forward, a bit further, to see clearly.”

“Ice coffin? Lying in an ice coffin?”

Mu Sheng scratched his head.

He found this dream a bit bizarre.

After all, he also had a dream when he entered that cave, and his experience was very similar to Leen’s, except he couldn’t remember anything from the dream.

Qian Wanyu raised an eyebrow.

“How do you know you were in that ice coffin?”

Leen was stunned by her question.

“It’s just a feeling, a feeling that someone was lying in that ice coffin, and—” and it was him.

Dongfang Minghui propped her head up, eager to know more.

“And then?”

Leen smiled at her, but frowned as he recalled the strange dream.

“When I woke up, I found myself no longer in the cave but at the peak of a snowy mountain.

The snow blinded me, and I was knocked down by something large.

I only managed to crawl out of the snow after waking up.”

Dongfang Minghui already had an idea of what happened next.

“During the avalanche, you were probably on the mountain, and the large snowballs pushed you down,” Qian Wanyu said sympathetically.

“Have you considered that what you thought was a dream might not have been a dream at all?”

Leen nodded frankly.

“I have thought about it.”

Thinking about it made the situation even more bizarre.

For a moment, everyone exchanged glances, looking at each other.

“Leen, do you remember if you were holding your bow and arrow in the dream?”

“Of course, I was holding them.” Mentioning his weapon, Leen felt a sense of loss.

When he woke up, his hands were empty, and the bow and arrow were nowhere to be found.

Dongfang Minghui smiled, “Seventh sister.”

Qian Wanyu took out the bow and arrow from her space and handed them back to him.

“We found the bow and arrow in the cave where you stayed.”

“Make sure to keep them safe from now on.

If you lose them again, it won’t be easy to find them,” Dongfang Minghui reminded him.

“Thank you, witch.”

Qian Wanyu snorted to express her dissatisfaction.

“If you were to go back to the place you visited in your dream, do you remember the way?”

“Go to the place in my dream?” Leen looked at Qian Wanyu, puzzled.

“Yes, only by going there can we know if there really is an ice coffin, and who exactly is lying inside it!” Qian Wanyu smiled.

“Leen, don’t you want to solve this mystery that’s been bothering you?”

Dongfang Minghui felt that the smile on Seventh sister’s face was a bit mischievous.

Leen hesitated.

“Who’s there, sneaking around? Come out.”

Toothless roared, and the fireball in his hand swept across the snow, forcing the people hiding in the snow to reveal themselves.

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Below is a rant by the author. I thought it was hilarious so I included it, also it IS confusing lol.

Some people say the plot is confusing and hard to understand.

Do you need me to explain it?

Alright, let me explain.

Elf tribe—Merfolk tribe—Mysterious village—Trapped Dragon Valley—Auction.

Going to the Merfolk tribe is to save Wei Junlan, which is entirely Wei Junlan’s side story, but it’s also important later on.

[Understand?]

Encountering the Qinglan Sect people, accidentally entering the village, encountering a fake dragon, and obtaining a map.

[Understand?]

Going to Trapped Dragon Valley is to change the fate of the eldest uncle, learn about events from twenty years ago, and lay the groundwork for the traitor of the Longevity tribe.

It also allows Toothless to gain wisdom and discover the dragon’s hidden place.

Additionally, Seventh sister comprehends reincarnation and masters illusion techniques.

The auction is entirely to unravel the mystery of Seventh sister’s background and blood oath, as well as the dragon’s land.

[Understand?]

If you still don’t understand, I can only blame my limited skills.

I can’t write such grand and magnificent stories, so I’ll just have to stick to the outline.