Chapter 62: Xihang

Xihang

Chaosheng used her Witch Power to probe Xihang's body, discovering that his body was truly in tatters, with Black Filth everywhere in his Mental Sea; the arrogant Black Filth was even now flaunting its power against the wisp of Witch Power that had come to investigate.

Come to think of it, she hadn't had a supplement in a long time.

She diverted a bit more Witch Power into Xihang's Mental Sea to help him clear away that Black Filth.

Gradually, the stiff expression of the walrus Beastman turned strange.

"Sheng?"

With his deep voice and warm body temperature, Chaosheng realized only then that they were still embracing.

She hurriedly scrambled out of Yinxu's arms, her voice a little unnatural, "Ah? What is it?"

"Nothing."

Yinxu stared at her suspiciously and asked hesitantly, "Then, shall we leave?"

Chaosheng, however, shook her head, her beautiful and gorgeous face wearing a serious expression, "No."

"I have some things to ask him."

Her deep purple gaze flicked toward the giant walrus that was lying motionless; a flash of doubt arced through Yinxu's eyes, "How can he even..."

Immediately, his gaze tightened, "You used your ability to help him?"

His brown eyes instantly darkened, and Yinxu pursed his lips in displeasure.

How could such an ugly Beastman dare to let Sheng help him?

"Mm." Chaosheng was multitasking now, clearing Xihang's Mental Sea while answering Yinxu's words in a distracted manner.

She hadn't brought any medicinal herbs, so she could only use her Witch Power to clear his Mental Sea directly.

She had heard that Xihang was the foster son of the previous Whale Shark Clan Chief and had grown up in the Whale Shark Tribe.

Then he should know quite a bit of inside information.

The Witch Power gorged itself full before returning to Chaosheng's body.

The walrus slowly shrank until it returned to a size of over four meters.

A flash of struggle and embarrassment crossed his small, black eyes, but he still transformed into human form.

He was over two meters tall, his skin black and wrinkled, and he kept his head bowed so low that his features were impossible to see.

"Many thanks to you both."

As his consciousness returned, Xihang knew it was the Beastmen before him who had saved him.

Chaosheng looked at the bowed Beastman with a faint gaze; she had intentionally not cleaned Xihang's Mental Sea completely.

For a Beastman whose status as friend or foe was unknown, she needed to hold something back.

"It's nothing." Chaosheng smiled slightly, her voice soft, "I saved you; in exchange, may I ask you a few things?"

"I don't..."

Xihang was hunched over, and he almost wanted to refuse without even thinking.

His gaze, cast upon the seabed, could vaguely glimpse that purple fish tail.

She was the female the Mate had spoken of.

The Polar Sea was remote, and no beautiful, noble Mermaid Beastman would ever want to come here.

Except for that Mermaid Female who had been exiled here after committing a crime.

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse."

Chaosheng smiled and interrupted him, a hint of depth flashing in her flickering eyes, "It is for nothing else."

"I just heard that your Tribe once had a physician."

"I feel I might have known him before, but now that I have no news of him, I don't know if he is the same Beastman I knew, so I wanted to ask you about him."

Xihang looked silently at the shifting sands of the seabed, his eyes hesitant and struggling; what she asked was not related to the Whale Shark Tribe or his Mate.

It should be fine to tell her, right?

His hunched back was already aching, and the black, wrinkled skin on his back was covered in long and short scars.

Those were the marks left behind when he had been ignorant and his Mate had punished him.

"That physician arrived here two years ago; we only know he understood more than the other beast doctors."

"We don't know his name or where he came from."

"I see." Chaosheng's expression was flat, the smile at the corners of her mouth forced.

A hint of profound meaning rose in Yinxu's eyes as he looked at Chaosheng, puzzled, "Why are you asking about this?"

Chaosheng's voice was low, her eyes shining with an inexplicable light, "I already said."

"I might know him."

Chaosheng looked at Xihang, who was bent at a ninety-degree angle, and continued to press, "Then do you recall if he had any habits or any strange quirks?"

When Xihang heard the word "strange," his body trembled reflexively; he restrained his pain and answered, "I... I don't remember clearly either."

"I only remember that sometimes he would use his hands to gesture at something in the air."

"And I have never seen or heard what his beast form is."

"Also, he seems... to have no memories from before."

Aside from the two-year timeline and the amnesia, this physician was indeed very similar to the witch doctor who had orchestrated her burning.

She guessed that the witch doctor must have transmigrated to a point in time two years ago, then lost his memory and power.

And... it seemed to be a physical transmigration.

That must be the witch doctor who burned her; she wouldn't mistake him!

But had he really died so easily at her hands?

Chaosheng's brows furrowed tightly, her gaze hesitant; the witch doctor's power was on par with her own, but his attainments in arrays were extremely high, which was why he had been able to lock her firmly within the Witch-Extinguishing Array.

Could such a powerful shaman die so easily?

Thinking lightly for a moment, Chaosheng looked at the walrus Beastman before her, a trace of apology flashing through her eyes, "Alright, thank you."

"I am done asking."

"No problem." Xihang remained bent over, motionless. Just as she thought he would fall silent, he suddenly spoke up, "If you can find him, could you tell me?"

"Hm?"

Xihang said brazenly, "The night my Mate died, he also disappeared. I suspect he has something to do with my Mate's death."

Hearing this, Chaosheng lowered her eyes, and from her crimson lips, she softly breathed, "Okay."

Chaosheng left with Yinxu. Along the way, Yinxu still felt somewhat uneasy, "Sheng, since you've already asked what you wanted to know."

"Why not... let me go finish him off."

As long as the walrus Beastman wasn't stupid, he would be able to tell that Sheng could purify Black Filth out of thin air.

For the entire ocean, this was an incredible matter.

Letting a Beastman who was neither friend nor foe know this secret was like burying a landmine; one never knew when it would explode.

Chaosheng, however, held a different view, "If you are worried about that, rest assured, he will not speak of it."

Merely from the short time they had spent together just now, Chaosheng had already figured out Xihang's temperament.

A solitary and paranoid personality, with deep-seated inferiority in his bones.

Xizhi did not like him, and the Whale Shark Tribe living under Xizhi's control would not have any Beastmen who cared for him.

He likely had no friends he could confide in or trust, so even if he knew about this, what of it?

He had no Beastmen to tell; those Beastmen were accustomed to speculating about him with malice and would not necessarily believe his words.

"You seem very at ease with him?"

The cold, clear voice was tinged with a trace of imperceptible possessiveness. Was Sheng paying so much attention to that hideous walrus Beastman?

"I am not at ease with him."

"I am trusting my own judgment."

A walrus Beastman who was a misfit and suffered endless discrimination and bullying—even if her judgment was wrong and he really did speak of it, so what?

No Beastman would believe him.