Chapter 107: Sending Her to the Misty Forest

Nan Qinghuan has already thrown herself out; at most she'll be driven out under Tribe Rules, and being driven out is fine, but she doesn't want to see this overbearing, unreasonable man.

"Why eat the grass?"

Nan Qinghuan was startled and a little confused, "What did you say?"

"Why?"

He repeated it again, his sharp eyes fixed on her as if to swallow her; Nan Qinghuan was pressed step by step until she was forced to sit on the Stone Bed. Gasping, she finally realized what the man was asking—bad, he was concerned about her taking contraceptive Herbal Medicine? In a flash, she seemed to lose the courage to argue with him.

"I…"

"Heh…"

Ying tugged at the corner of his mouth in a self‑mocking smile, his gaze at her no longer as indulgent as before, "I knew long ago you would never willingly live with me, so why would you agree to bear my children?"

She saw the hurt in his eyes and wanted to explain, but Ying gave her no chance, "Nan Qinghuan, since you reject the favor I give you, I'll take it all back today."

Nan Qinghuan had never seen Ying so ferocious; she bit her lip, lifted her eyes to meet his, the wild husband in her eyes was about to lose his temper today.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Ying's gaze turned dark as he looked outside, "Someone, come in."

At those words, Dashan and Ji Lei hurried from outside. They cast a worried glance at Nan Qinghuan seated on the Stone Bed; Dashan still seemed concerned, "Ying, don't blame Omu. Perhaps Omu was right; we Tribe members have also thought about it, those crippled children's fathers and mothers, they are all…"

"Silence. As Omu's broken‑monster, Nan Qinghuan violates Tribe Rules and should be punished—send her to the Misty Forest."

At that, Ji Lei and Dashan instantly stepped forward, "Ying, no, that place is—"

"Send her away, take her now."

"Ying..."

"Silence. Anyone who defends her will share the punishment."

Dashan heard Ying's order and could only look pleadingly at Nan Qinghuan on the Stone Bed, "Omu, you and Ying beg for mercy; you can't go there, there is…"

"I won't beg him; someday he'll believe what I say."

Leaving that remark, Nan Qinghuan began packing her things. She thought she truly needed a place to calm down; the future was hopeful, and she suddenly felt it was a joke.

She had little to pack, so she took her bag and some wilderness survival gear. After packing, she didn't even glance at him, slipping straight past him.

Ying stood there, initially reaching to grab her, but seeing her resolute back he withdrew his arm and watched her leave, eyes wide open.

Nan Qinghuan felt his gaze pierce her back like a knife, the sting reborn.

As she left, she even saw… "Omu, if you say nice words to Ying, it'll be over, don't go."

Many women of the Tribe crowded the Cave Entrance; they knew Ying intended to exile Nan Qinghuan to the Misty Forest. Tribe members who err are sent there to suffer, but they hadn't expected Ying to be so ruthless toward Nan Qinghuan this time.

"Qinghuan, you can't go. Plead with Ying, tell him you were wrong; that place will kill you if you go."

Although the Tribe still didn't understand her stopping the wedding, no one wanted her to die; after all, Nan Qinghuan brought them happiness.

Axi also stepped forward, pulling her, urging her to apologize to Ying, saying she'd admit her fault; as long as she softened, Ying would release her.

But… Nan Qinghuan simply brushed Axi's hand aside, a faint smile tugging at her mouth, "Axi, stop messing around. I'm not wrong, why should I apologize?"

"Nan Qinghuan"

From behind came Ying's furious shout; the Tribe members were frightened, but Nan Qinghuan acted as if he weren't there, carefully instructing Axi, "Rainy Season is coming; dig some Ditch at the dwelling to drain water. Also, the hemp thread is running low—remember to get more when you go to Otherworld. I taught you weaving, and some Tribe members lack Hemp Robe; provide them with it."

Even though she had been sentenced to suffer in the forest, she still cared about the Tribe's daily life; they had just learned these basic habits under her guidance, and she didn't want her efforts to be in vain.

Hearing this, Axi began to weep, and the women covered their faces and cried, all reluctant to see her go to the Misty Forest.

"Omu, why again?"

Nan Qinghuan didn't want to speak further, just took a deep breath, "Stop crying. Isn't everything fine? Dashan, let's go."

After speaking, she slung her bag and prepared to leave; Dashan, however, cast one last glance at Ying, saw Ying standing there with his back to them and giving no orders, and felt helpless.

"Everyone step aside, send Nan Qinghuan to the Misty Forest for punishment."

"Nan Qinghuan, you've finally met your day?"

She had only taken a few steps when Shiva arrived with a few people whose faces bore occult symbols, mocking her. Nan Qinghuan gave her a cold look, "Old witch, don't celebrate too early; we haven't settled our score yet."

Shiva was smug, her old face wrinkling into a knot like a dead tree, "Settle the score? Then we'll see if you can return alive. The Misty Forest harbors a Heavenly Wolf; your frail body can't even fit into a tooth gap."

"Shiva, how can you say that about Qinghuan? If it weren't for her, would you get Salt? Could you eat sweet potatoes?"

Axi could no longer listen; how could Shiva be like this? Shiva refused, "It's a gift from the Heavenly God, nothing to do with her."

"You…"

"Enough, Axi, you all go work; don't waste words here. When the sun comes out, take the cured meats out to dry."

Leaving that, she mustered courage and, under Dashan's lead, walked toward the outside of the Tribe. Though there was originally no path in the forest, the Ying Tribe members had forged a small trail through the woods.

At noon, the scorching sun hung high.

Despite the brilliant sun, the forest interior was a dark, oppressive gloom, and the sound of wind rustling sounded like a devil crying.

She paused briefly, then turned to look back at the Tribe, tightened her grip on her bag, and kept moving forward.

This time, she walked out of the Tribe with dignity, though sadly to face punishment.

Dashan saw her expression neither sad nor happy and felt helpless, "Omu, you should plead with Ying; many Tribe members who go to the Misty Forest can't last three days."

"Is that so?"

She only smiled faintly without further words; it seemed Ying intended her to die out there. A choking feeling rose in her heart, a heart‑breaking sound more terrifying than life or death.

The atmosphere in the air grew dense; at that moment she realized what being abandoned felt like—Nan Qinghuan had been abandoned by a wild man.

"Heh..."

She suddenly gave a self‑mocking laugh, unsure whether she was laughing at herself or at Ying.

"Omu, you're still laughing?"

"Elders, stop dawdling; night is falling."

After she left, the Tribe members who had escorted her dispersed to work; only Shiva remained, sneering, "Nan Qinghuan, daring to fight an old witch—that's the consequence."

"Will she ever return?"

A woman's voice came from behind, Shiva turned to look at Acai, and Acai also put on the Hemp Robe made within the clan; although it fit a bit awkwardly, it was far better than the strips of clothing Nan Qinghuan had given her.

Shiva's gaze swept the distance and asked, "Did Youchao Xuan and that beast settle it?"

Acai stepped forward, her sharp gaze fixed on Nan Qinghuan's departing silhouette; she let out a sigh and said, "It's settled. This time, see who can help her—Shiva, we must not let her return."

Acai and Shiva's plan succeeded; they managed to have Ying drive Nan Qinghuan away to receive punishment. Inside the Misty Forest there was nothing but a Heavenly Wolf and Wolf Clansman; the rumor is that the Heavenly Wolf has devoured countless people, and the Wolf Clansman are ruthless. Nan Qinghuan, a small female, went off alone.

She's doomed!

'Don't worry, she won't come back. This time she hurt Ying's heart, and the old lady knows Ying's temper. All those previous times when Nan Qinghuan got into trouble, he protected her; this time he won't.'