Chapter 128: Curse VC Plague

Nan Qinghuan looked at Ying, didn't expect he had prepared face‑washing water for her; she was startled and a bit moved, "Ying, this is…"

"Qinghuan, come wash your face."

He knew Qinghuan loved cleanliness, so he personally prepared water and waited for her; Nan Qinghuan, seeing this, felt a sourness at the tip of her nose and stared blankly at the big man, thinking perhaps they truly were getting better the more they clashed.

This put her in a good mood, "Ying, I'll wash my face later; right now I want to make a brand‑new antiviral oral liquid. As long as they drink it, they'll be fine. Moreover, I will make Rongdi fear this place and never dare to plot an attack here."

A streak of determination flashed in her eyes; she knew Rongdi had concluded she couldn't save them, so he suddenly withdrew his tribe. He wanted to see how they would die? But she would not let it happen as he wished.

Hearing this, Ying's gaze darkened, "Fear?"

At that moment Ying finally understood what she intended and hurriedly asked, "Qinghuan, do you intend to…"

"Ying, don't you want to?"

Ying's expression was complicated, but he shook his head, seeming quite disgusted with this place, and he knew Yao could never let go.

Ying turned his back, looking somewhat serious, "This is a terrible place; you know they eat snakes, insects, rats, and ants. The dense forest here is too scarce for them to hunt for a living; you can't sustain these people."

"I have a method: as long as I cure their illness, I can turn this desert into an oasis."

"Oasis?"

Ying turned his head and stared deeply at her face—what does it mean? Nan Qinghuan nodded. She had used the past few days of treating illnesses to fully understand the situation here. These tribespeople, under Ying's father's leadership, used to like cutting trees and burning mountains, so the area became a desert everywhere. The desert has nothing to eat; over time they face starvation. Even if this plague doesn't occur, the tribe would likely suffer famine.

Moreover, rumors are unreliable, claiming that the Wolf Tribe people are half‑beasts; they indeed are half‑beasts, but they don't eat humans, and they hide here year‑round eating snakes, insects, rats, and ants; their evolution has stalled.

Their combat ability is also lacking.

Ying hadn't expected Qinghuan to want to change the Wolf Tribe; so, what is an oasis? Nan Qinghuan was about to explain what an oasis is when, suddenly, a weak voice came from behind.

"Heavenly Maiden, what did you just say?"

Yao emerged and stood behind them; he had heard their conversation, and Nan Qinghuan said she would turn this place into an oasis.

"What is an oasis?" "Yao, what do you think?"

That day, the Wolf Tribe was originally about to be annihilated by Rongdi's invasion, but Heaven's Daughter appeared and saved them. That wasn't the most impressive part; the impressive part was that Heaven's Daughter discovered the herbal formula for the plague. She sent the tribespeople to gather herbs and brew a decoction. The herbs were not complicated: licorice, bamboo leaves, rhinoceros horn, and lotus grass, plus two most important herbs, Qingwen grass and Sheephorn. Throw these into a stone pot and simmer together; a pot of Lotus Qingwen soup is ready. Nan Qinghuan also gave this soup a name.

It was called Lianhua Qingwen Oral Liquid.

Once this medicine appeared, the sick within the tribe began to recover slowly; the Wolf Tribe, which was on the brink of extinction, gradually revived because a female appeared.

The sky was clear, and a gentle warm breeze blew.

About thirty kilometers from the Wolf Tribe lies the Na Shan Tribe; it sits by mountains and water, making it easy to defend but hard to attack.

The tribe's people all live on tung trees, while the leader Rongdi lives alone atop a hundred‑year‑old towering ancient tree; specks of sunlight filter onto his treehouse, scattering like stars.

Inside the treehouse, after hearing his subordinate's report, Rongdi immediately set down the large bowl in his hand, "What, the Wolf Tribe hasn't been completely wiped out yet?"

He had been back for two days; according to High Priest Duo Luo, the Wolf Tribe would be completely dead in three more days, yet there was no sign. The newcomer was Rongdi Tribe's great general named Xuanfeng; he was tall and robust, and he folded his wings onto his back, shook his head, and said, "Leader, we shouldn't have given them a chance; that female Nan Qinghuan saved those tribespeople."

Upon hearing this, Rongdi was first stunned, then quickly became relieved, realizing that's how it was? He gave a low chuckle, reached to touch the scar on his neck; the wound had been treated with medicine, but the scar remained forever. Yet… he didn't understand, how could that stop… He had decided that Nan Qinghuan couldn't cure the Curse, so he gave up the attack; could it be…

"Impossible, how could a Curse be cured?"

"Leader, calm down; I captured a Wolf Tribe member and brought him back; if you don't believe it, you can ask him."

As soon as those words were spoken, a man was immediately tied up and brought in from outside; he was skinny and dark, clearly suffering from chronic malnutrition.

"Kneel."

The man was pushed by Xuanfeng and immediately knelt; seeing the great‑winged Rongdi, the man trembled and kept kowtowing, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I only came out to collect firewood."

Rongdi gave the Wolf Tribe man a brief glance. To be honest, he never regarded the Wolf Tribe highly. When Ying's father was alive, he was somewhat fearful, but later he grew less afraid. The Wolf Tribe people eat snakes, insects, rats, and ants; there are few forests there, making hunting impossible, so their combat ability has declined. The once vigorous half‑beast Wolf Tribe has already set sun. That's why he dared to invade, but he hadn't expected… the more he thought, the angrier he became. With a sudden roar, he stood up; Rongdi's gaze was sharp, his face bore a murderous smile, looking down from above at the captive, "I ask you, what does Heaven's Daughter do within your tribe? Are there still dead people among you?"

The man hadn't expected him to ask that, and trembled as he answered, "Heaven's Daughter cured Yao, and also gave us the herbal soup; we are all fine now."

"Herbal soup?"

"It's called Lianhua Qingwen Oral Liquid."

"Lianhua Qingwen?"

Rongdi found it tongue‑twisting, what a weird name, how had he never heard of it? "So, you're saying nothing's wrong there anymore?"

The man lowered his head, effectively conceding; a flash of resentment and anger crossed Rongdi's eyes, "Go, summon High Priest Duo Luo."

He didn't understand—if it was a Curse, why did it become an illness? Nan Qinghuan really did it; she saved those Wolf Tribe people? Damn!

He only felt a fire burning inside his heart, scorching him to the point of wanting to kill instantly.

Xuanfeng glanced at the man on the ground, "Leader, what shall we do with this Wolf Tribe man?"

Rongdi squinted slightly, glanced at the man before him; the man, terrified, kept kowtowing, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"Throw him out to feed the beasts."

"No, no!"

Rongdi also stepped outside; he loved watching a person struggle and fail to escape in front of beasts—it thrilled him immensely.

Below the tree were a pack of famished tigers; these tigers were the killing beasts raised by Rongdi Tribe. About a dozen fierce tigers had been released, each starving, two to three meters long, baring teeth and trembling even as they walked, all lifting their heads toward Rongdi, hoping their master would toss some meat.

When they saw human flesh being eaten, they all roared and shrieked toward this spot.

That sound reverberated through the valley.

The man, terrified by the multitude of tigers, collapsed, even wetting himself, "No, Rongdi, don't kill me, please."

He had never seen so many beasts; he cried from fear.

Rongdi liked watching people helplessly beg for mercy; the more they begged, the more it showed his strength.

One day, he would unify all tribes and achieve a great dominion over the divine lands.

Only… his empire still needed a female to assist him.

Xuanfeng lifted the man high, glanced at the beasts below, also wanting to see how they would eat this frail Wolf Tribe man, "Let's see who gets the most meat today."

He was about to toss the man down when Rongdi spoke, "Wait."

Xuanfeng, hearing this, immediately stopped, keeping the man raised high without moving; he knew the leader would not let the man go easily.

"Leader, is there anything else?"

Rongdi's mouth curled into a calculating smile, his sharp gaze fixed on the terrified Wolf Tribe man, "Tell me, what is your name?"