Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 504 - 367: The Yan Yan Witch’s Hatred and Teng Qian’s Spring

’So, if I become this kind of person, what’s the point of living?’

’Yuan Lang...’

’Snow Tiger Tribe...’

Beneath those tightly shut eyelids, the red in her eyes deepened once more...

The Yan Yan Tribe’s Beastman Warriors had no idea what the witch, seemingly asleep on one of their backs, was going through.

The next morning, full of hope, the witch who had forced herself to rest awoke to a series of jolts.

She opened her eyes to the sight of the forest receding behind them.

’Are we already on our way back to the tribe?’

"Ah..."

She had just tried to say something, but the guttural croak that escaped her lips caused the suppressed flame in her heart to ignite with a WHOOSH.

’It’s not better. I still can’t speak!’

’No, I can’t be mute. This injury must just be more severe and need a longer time to heal.’

She told herself it was probably the same for her legs. After all, even strong Beastman Warriors needed a long time to recover from their injuries.

Seemingly convinced, she tried to kick her legs...

’It’s no use. I still can’t feel anything...’

But thinking of the reason she had just used to convince herself, she once again suppressed the flames that were threatening to erupt in her heart.

Only then did she reconsider her previous assumptions for the first time. A Worm Witch might have superior combat abilities, but they had no way to heal themselves when injured.

She couldn’t even use her power to soothe her own body, as the witch power within her could only be used to nurture her Poisonous Insects.

"Lady Witch, let’s go to our witch as soon as we get back to the tribe. You must have been injured by that despicable Beastman; that has to be why you can’t speak.

If you’re treated with witch power, you’ll definitely recover."

This Beastman had been carrying the witch for the past few days, so he could sense some of her turmoil. The Lady Witch didn’t show it, but he remembered how she used to be and compared it to her injured state now...

He had already shared the Lady Witch’s grass nest. Though he could never be her first partner, he still wanted her to recover.

What the Beastman didn’t know was that his words had instantly saved the witch from the brink of madness.

’That’s right, witch power healing! I have to get back quickly and ask the witch to heal me with witch power. Then I’ll be able to speak and stand up again...’

She glanced back in the direction they had come from. ’Yuan Lang... Snow Tiger Tribe... I will make you grovel at my feet.’

"Ah! Ah!"

She let out two short cries again. Her hand, resting on the Beastman’s shoulder, patted the solid muscle beneath it. Then her fingers, which had regained much of their function, rose to point forward.

"Lady Witch, do you want to get back to the tribe faster?"

The Beastman was so surprised by her response that his voice trembled and rose several pitches unconsciously.

Hearing his cry, the other Beastman Warriors instantly looked over.

They saw the Lady Witch, who had been lying silently on the Beastman’s shoulder, pat him again and let out a forceful "Ah!"

"Tribesmen! The Lady Witch wants to get back to the tribe sooner! Let’s pick up the pace!"

The witch’s injury had cast a pall over the Yan Yan Tribe party for days, but her response today instantly ignited the Beastman Warriors’ spirits. With loud cries, they broke into a sprint toward their tribe.

Even the Beastman carrying her began to run faster, though he remained in his humanoid form. His beast form would be too jarring, and the Lady Witch, with her injured legs, wouldn’t be able to hold on.

「Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger Tribe...」

Today, Chang Ye stared at the distant, high-temperature brick kiln, his hands clenched so tightly that fine beads of sweat continuously broke out on them.

After several of his unfired jars had air-dried, he and his tribesmen carried them to the brick kiln today.

Because of Wu Yue’s previous instructions, the Beastman Warriors all helped carry them inside to be fired.

The raging fire within the kiln seemed to burn in Chang Ye’s own heart. He was terrified that the unfired jars he had made would crack, failing to meet Lord Wuyue’s standards.

For the past few days, he hadn’t strayed a single step from the unfired jars, except to answer nature’s call or grab a bite to eat. At night, he made his grass nest in the cave and slept right beside them. He was terrified that someone coming in to place unfired bricks might bump into his three creations as they dried, causing them to crack.

After being so careful, today was finally the day they would be fired in the kiln.

"Chang Ye, pottery this large must be difficult to fire, right? A few days ago, a tribesman tried to fire a clay basin about the size of a head, but it came out cracked into several pieces."