Chapter 120: I Can Cure Your People's Strange Illness

"Just you?"

Yao withdrew his hand and glanced at Nan Qinghuan, then stepped back a few paces, not daring to get too close to Ying either. He knew that if he fought Ying, both of them would suffer.

Neither would gain any advantage!

But this female said she could cure their illness? Nan Qinghuan straightened her back. "That's right, just me. I didn't want to meddle in your mess in the first place, but I have my own purpose for coming here. Yao, if you agree to one thing for me, I'll help you cure their illness."

"Yao, don't believe her. She's Ying's female; she won't sincerely help us."

Those women didn't trust Nan Qinghuan. Ying also turned his head to look at Nan Qinghuan. "Qinghuan, what are you saying? You came here for your own purpose?"

Ying didn't understand. What was she doing at the Wolf Tribe? It was then he remembered that Nan Qinghuan had urged him to come see his father. Could it be... Nan Qinghuan coughed once and walked over to stand beside Ying. She didn't answer Ying's question but instead fixed her gaze on Yao. "If I can help you cure them, you'll agree to one thing for me. How about it?"

Yao furrowed his brows tightly, then had someone pick up A Mu from the ground before looking at her. "As long as you have a way to save them, I'll agree to whatever you want. But..."

He glanced at Ying, a hint of wariness in his eyes. "Aside from the secret of smelting iron, I can agree to anything else."

He had to admit, he still wanted Nan Qinghuan to try. Too many of his tribesmen were sick; if this continued, the Wolf Tribe would truly be wiped out.

Nan Qinghuan had been waiting for those words. She curled her lips. "Good, deal. Carry her to where your sick people are. Here, cover your mouth and nose with this."

With that, she took a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Yao. Yao had never seen such silk before, and his eyes were wary. "What is this?"

"Cover your mouth and nose. Don't get too close to the patients."

"Yao, don't believe her. She's as ill-intentioned as Ying. They just want to see the Wolf Tribe destroyed."

The tall woman ran over to stop Nan Qinghuan. Just as Nan Qinghuan was about to say something, Ying reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I trust Qinghuan's medical skills. She's even more capable than the Shamaness in the Tribe."

Although Ying didn't like Yao, he didn't want to see the Wolf Tribe annihilated.

"Yao, no..."

"A Qi, don't cause trouble. Let her try."

"Yao, let her give it a try."

An aged voice came from behind. At these words, everyone turned to look and saw... "Wolf Granny, why are you here?"

A group of savages approached from not far away. The woman at the lead had a dark face and a short stature, but she carried an imposing presence. She had bright, sparkling eyes and wore a wolf's head on top of her own, giving her a very mysterious look.

Every tribe had a Shiva, and the Wolf Tribe was no exception. They oversaw women's childbirth and some gynecological ailments. When Wolf Granny saw Nan Qinghuan, her eyes lit up. She counted on her fingers and suddenly exclaimed with delight, "It's here, it's finally here. Yao, what are you waiting for? Why not let the honored guest go see the tribesmen?"

A Qi didn't understand why Wolf Granny was also speaking up for Nan Qinghuan. "Wolf Granny, how can you believe the words of this outsider female? She is..."

"Enough, A Qi. No one else can save them but her."

Nan Qinghuan didn't know why this old woman trusted her so much, but she saw a glint of scheming in her eyes. She calmly exchanged a few words with Ying. Ying had wanted to go with her, but Nan Qinghuan stopped him. She was worried he might get infected and firmly insisted he wait there.

After they left, the tribespeople followed. Everyone wanted to see if this outsider white-skinned female could really save their people. The Wolf Tribe's secret had been easily exposed by Nan Qinghuan, which troubled Yao greatly, but he was powerless.

Yao also wanted to see just how good Nan Qinghuan's medical skills were, so he followed her to the Cave. The task of cremating his father's body was naturally left to Ying.

In an open space, the tribesmen had piled up firewood. The Old Clan Leader's body was placed on top, waiting to be burned.

The High Priest beat the Bronze Drum and softly sang the mournful Soul-Sending Song beside the Bonfire. A group of tribesmen danced around the Bonfire. The Ancient People held great reverence for death, believing that the dead did not vanish but went to the heavens to continue living.

"The sky is vast, the earth is boundless, green fields match the azure sky. Pity my poor child's suffering, lament my only son's loss. The path to rebirth is hard to walk, listen to my drum and return to your homeland, return to your homeland..."

The High Priest's voice was like a song and a sob. After the Ritual ended, the High Priest bowed respectfully to Ying. "You may send the Old Clan Leader to heaven now."

Ying stood there, neither sad nor joyful. This was his father, the father who had abandoned him and his mother since childhood. For his death, he felt neither sorrow nor happiness.

He should have hated him, hated him for abandoning him and his mother to be with this Wolf Girl, A Guo. But as time passed, he had forgotten him. If he hadn't discovered that Nan Qinghuan was too frail to bear his powerful Bone Blood, he would never have come looking for him again. That time in the Misty Forest, that piece of Green Copper was something his father had personally stabbed into his leg.

He said he wouldn't give him the Divine Medicine and also demanded he drive Nan Qinghuan out of the Tribe. How could he be willing to abandon his treasure? So, that was the last time father and son met.

He refused to abandon Nan Qinghuan, so his father wouldn't give him the Divine Medicine. But when he returned and saw his father unconscious, his heart still softened. He performed the Blood Sacrifice for him, but even that couldn't save his life.

The wind blew, making a rustling sound. Ying snapped out of his reverie, expressionlessly took a torch, and threw it onto the body.

With a whoosh, the great fire blazed up fiercely.

The tribesmen's Soul-Sending Song continued to be sung, the sound desolate and despairing, stirring an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

"Your father is dead, and you're not sad. It seems you really do hate him?"

Wolf Granny's gloomy voice came from behind. Ying gave her a cold glance, and that single look made Wolf Granny a bit frightened. Even so, she mustered her courage to meet his gaze. "Even though he's dead, you still hate him?"

Ying clenched his fists and turned his face away. The body behind him was still blazing fiercely, but it was irrelevant to him. His heart had long since followed Nan Qinghuan. In this world, he only cared about two females: one was Nan Qinghuan, and the other was his mother.

"That's my business. Why did you suddenly show up today to speak for Qinghuan? Have you met her before? Do you know she can heal?"

Ying found it strange. The Wolf Tribe's Shiva and his tribe's Shiva were sisters, but they lived separately. Both sisters shared a common trait: they were harsh, even cruel, to their own kind. They couldn't stand females more capable than themselves. So why did Wolf Granny help Qinghuan today? This made him suspicious. Could there be a trap waiting for Qinghuan? Seeing his tense expression, Wolf Granny recalled what the Rongdi had said. It seemed the white-skinned female was indeed Ying's soft spot.

Today's plan would be very successful.

The body continued to burn fiercely, emitting a smell of scorched flesh. Wolf Granny wanted to speak with Ying in private, but Ying grew impatient. "If you have something to say, say it here. I still need to go find Qinghuan."

Wolf Granny narrowed her eyes. Seeing how eager he was to go find Nan Qinghuan, a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes. Xiongguang's son was nothing special after all, being led around by the nose by a female. It seemed both the Wolf Tribe and the Ying Tribe would eventually be swallowed up by the Rongdi.

"What's the hurry? This old woman wants to make a deal with you."

Ying's breath caught. "What deal?"