Chapter 141: Things the Great Witch's Females Can't Do

Lin Ling clenched her teeth in jealousy; now she is a shamaness attendant, it is she who followed the Great Witch to meet the lord of Leitingcheng, it is she who possesses the Concentrated Spirit Dew herb.

So, gaining the attention of Lord Cangqiong will be her.

Leitingcheng, Eurasian Continent.

Leitingcheng is built on towering cliffs; the sheer, cloud‑piercing mountain range forms a natural wall, endless to the eye, even the lowest peaks rise several hundred meters.

The lord's palace is constructed on the highest and largest peak, its rounded spires appear majestic and massive from afar, representing the supreme authority of the Eurasian Continent.

Lin Ling steadied her fluttering heart, and together with more than twenty female members of the Wushen Temple she followed the Great Witch onto the eagle‑carriage bound for the lord's palace. A black‑feathered hawk warrior, bearing the carriage, spread its ten‑meter wings and rose into the sky.

The giant beast warriors patrolling the palace skies spotted the eagle‑carriage; their sharp gazes fixed on it, and the troops gave way in the air, looking exceptionally imposing.

Looking out from the carriage's curtains, Lin Ling couldn't help feeling a strange illusion.

She imagined herself as Lord Cangqiong's favorite female of the Eurasian Continent, and the powerful warriors circling in the sky had seen the female master of Leitingcheng, respectfully yet fearfully yielding to her eagle‑carriage.

At that moment, Lin Ling ignored the other females in the carriage and suddenly felt a superiority that set her apart from them.

The eagle‑carriage halted on the palace plaza; the Great Witch, who had been seated in the front carriage, was escorted down by a group of female attendants and warriors, then gently lifted by the attendants onto the back of a red‑footed falcon over two meters tall.

The red‑footed falcon swooped low, swiftly passing through the first palace gate into the palace complex, its wings whooshing as a large crowd gathered in the plaza vanished even faster.

Still a shamaness attendant, Lin Ling watched the scene, seeing herself and the nine other shamaness attendants from the carriage standing before the grand palace, with a middle‑aged female attendant remaining there.

Thinking of Cangqiong, Lin Ling's emotions swelled and she couldn't help walking toward the palace gate.

The middle‑aged attendant watched Lin Ling among the shamaness attendants head toward the main palace entrance, quickened her steps and blocked her, saying, "Sorry, our lord does not like too much noise; he only invited the Great Witch and the Holy Shamaness. Please, shamaness elders, follow me."

Lin Ling stopped and gave the middle‑aged attendant a sharp glance.

What does she mean! Is she saying that the current shamaness attendants are not worthy to see the lord?

No matter how angry Lin Ling was, the middle‑aged attendant paid her no heed.

The western side of the Eurasian Continent had just endured a wave of Exotic Beast surge; now half the continent is in a drought, causing countless Exotic Beasts to flood in like madmen in recent days.

The Great Exotic Beast surge numbered tens of thousands, each as big as a small hill, leading innumerable mid‑size Exotic Beasts, and every tribe they passed vanished.

If they aren't stopped, those Exotic Beasts larger than the male beasts will devastate the continent's forests, beast‑folk territories, plants, and prey; the loss to the Eurasian Continent would be enormous!

Fortunately they have Lord Cangqiong, but it is said that the lord's most trusted War General Jiao Diao has encountered a problem with his Spirit Core in this battle, and the lord is in a bad mood.

Offending a shamaness attendant won't get you anything. If she makes a mistake and angers the lord, she'll lose her head.

The middle‑aged attendant kept a stern face, turned, led the group into the palace toward the shamaness's resting area.

The Great Witch and the Holy Shamaness went to see the lord, while this group of shamaness attendants first cleaned and organized the palace for the Great Witch.

Lin Ling walked forward with a darkened face, her chest feeling unbearably tight.

Those damned attendants, once she meets Cangqiong, will surely drive them all out and allocate them to those lowly male‑beast bloodlines!

Meanwhile.

After the team that fetched the Great Witch went to see War General Jiao Diao, they then led the Great Witch to stop before a splendid palace; the guards were much stricter, and the open palace doors were silent.

Lord Cangqiong sat upon a high throne, his physique strong and slender, his jet‑black hair tied high and falling over his shoulders, features delicate, golden eyes sharp as knives, making one dare not stare directly.

He slightly furrowed his brows as the Great Witch's party entered through the hall doors, his voice rich and intoxicating like fine liquor, "Great Witch, after you saw Jiao Diao, what do you think?"

The Great Witch, nearly two hundred years old, having been born under Lord Cangqiong and risen to the lord's seat, regarded the handsome young man before her as if he were her own junior.

She sat in the chair brought by the attendant, unafraid of the young lord's imposing presence, and said, "When I went to see him, Jiao Diao's Beast Form eyes were all blood‑red, frantically smashing the iron cage that held him; essentially he had lost his reason and fallen into a Spirit Core frenzy."

"We fed him a large amount of Pheromone to soothe him; the wild crimson in Jiao Diao's eyes faded a bit, and he has stopped the smashing, seeming to regain a hint of reason, yet he still cannot revert to human form."

Other male beasts at this stage cannot fully regain human shape or maintain sanity; their fate is to fight wildly to death.

Cangqiong slightly straightened, his hand on the gem‑inlaid armrest, looking at the most formidable shamanesses below, "Even you, Great Witch, cannot heal him?"

"Lord of the Eurasian Continent, a female's Pheromone is not omnipotent," the Great Witch lifted her head, her gray‑aged eyes staring straight at the young lord seated high.

She continued, "However, recently the Wushen Temple's Su Li Shamaness has refined a potion called 'Life', rumored to cure male beasts in a frenzy; I have already recalled Su Li Shamaness, and if Jiao Diao can hold out until then, let him try the potion, perhaps there is hope."

"Life? Potion."

Cangqiong twirled the gem‑set ring on his finger, a brief stunned expression flashing across his handsome face.

"Wait… I've heard that name before."

It had been presented by a small merchant caravan leader from Luolai; the prime minister had mentioned the Life potion to him, but he was busy dealing with the Exotic Beast surge and set it aside.

Now that even the Great Witch mentioned it, Cangqiong didn't even think and said, "Fine, Great Witch, please keep an eye out. You've rushed here in a hurry; I've already ordered a resting place to be prepared, so go down and rest first."

After the Great Witch led the group into the hall, Cangqiong immediately ordered someone to fetch the Life potion, then personally gave it to Jiao Diao to drink.

A shocking scene unfolded: inside a three‑story‑high iron cage, each iron pillar was as wide as a human waist, and the massive black‑and‑white sculpture trapped inside occasionally struggled so fiercely that the ground trembled.

After drinking the Life potion, in an instant he reverted to a nearly two‑meter‑tall man, weakly swaying a few times, then with a thud he fell face‑down to the ground.