These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 053 The Effect Of Jade Mugwort

The Tiger Tribe’s settlement was located in a quiet valley running east to west. The mountain walls surrounded them on both sides, with lush trees covering the slopes. A river, rich in water, flowed through the valley, its surface rippling gently. The banks were covered in fragrant grasses, with wildflowers growing amid the trees. The roads were wide and straight, and in the shrubs at the foot of the mountain, wild rabbits could occasionally be seen hopping around. The werebeasts typically ignored these small creatures, and the females couldn’t do much about them either. These little animals seemed content to stay near the werebeasts’ village, digging holes and building nests, where they could avoid predators.

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Before Xiya had even reached the entrance to the Tiger Tribe’s settlement, the patrols stationed at the valley’s entrance had already received word and relayed the information to the tribe. Although there had been no major natural disasters or calamities in recent years, the jungle and grassland provided enough prey, and there had been no significant conflicts between the large werebeast tribes. Relations between them were relatively peaceful, but not to the point where they visited each other casually. Therefore, Xiya’s arrival, especially as a single individual, aroused some curiosity.

Of course, among those curious individuals was not Jing Yue. Although the scent on Lei Jin had faded somewhat, single werebeasts were particularly sensitive to the scent of females, and Jing Yue could still detect it. He had also seen Lei Jin holding a Leopard Tribe werebeast before. Now, after having saved Lei Jin, the Leopard Tribe werebeasts who normally did not step foot in the Tiger Tribe arrived right after. It was hard to believe such a coincidence. Even using his back legs to think he couldn’t come to that conclusion.

Jing Yue wondered how to send the new arrival away quickly.

Xiya had already arrived at the entrance of the Tiger Tribe.

“Why has a Leopard Tribe werebeast come to our Tiger Tribe?” Two werebeast guards stood at the entrance, and one of them blocked Xiya’s way and asked.

Xiya stopped and took a breath before replying, “I’m looking for someone.”

“Looking for someone in our Tiger Tribe?” The Tiger Tribe werebeast looked at him strangely and asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“A female with black hair and black eyes.” Lei Jin’s eye color was quite rare, and anyone who had seen him would likely remember. In case they didn’t recognize him, he added, “He’s injured. Have you had any injured females in your tribe recently?”

The two werebeasts exchanged a glance. In the tribe, everyone knew each other, and when an unfamiliar face appeared, it didn’t take long for the tribe to be aware. Besides, it was a female, and it was likely that by now everyone knew that the tribe leader had an injured female staying in his house. Lei Jin had been active in the tribe, and many had seen him, noting his unusual black eyes.

Xiya noticed the change in their expressions, and his heart skipped a beat. The sudden joy took him by surprise. He was alive! Lei Jin was still alive! Xiya had never imagined that he would feel the truth of this moment. He had come to the Tiger Tribe on a whim, not wanting to miss any chance, and now it seemed that Lei Jin was indeed here and still alive.

“He’s my mate. We got separated in the jungle due to an accident. Someone must have seen him, right?” Xiya knew how to appeal to the werebeasts. After all, a mate was extremely precious to a werebeast.

Seeing the hesitation in their expressions confirmed it.

“I just want to know—he’s injured, is he okay now?” Xiya pressed, his violet eyes filled with unmasked anxiety and concern. Part of it was real, part of it was intentional, to show the two werebeasts.

“He…” One of them couldn’t help but speak up.

“We don’t have anyone like you’re describing in our tribe.” Jing Yue stepped out from behind.

The first werebeast seemed reluctant, glancing at Xiya before retreating to his original position. After all, he knew where his loyalty lay. Jing Yue was his own kin, and this Leopard Tribe werebeast was an outsider. Even though he sympathized with the stranger’s plight, he couldn’t betray his own tribe.

“Jing Yue?!” Xiya recognized him, surprised to see him.

“You know me?” Jing Yue furrowed his brows, looking at the person before him. His golden hair was striking, and his violet eyes were deep. He had an extraordinarily handsome face. He was certain he hadn’t seen this person before, but how did this person know his name?

“Where’s Lei Jin?” Xiya asked. He had seen Jing Yue when he gave his clothes to Lei Jin. He and Moya had observed from a distance when Lei Jin casually put on clothes from another werebeast. At the time, Xiya had been so angry he wanted to rush over and tear them off him. But after thinking about it, he decided that wearing someone else’s clothes was better than entering the tribe naked, offering everyone there a spectacle. If not for their sudden appearance being suspicious, he and Moya would have offered their clothes to Lei Jin.

At that time, Jing Yue’s gaze directed towards Lei Jin had been strange. Now, seeing the reactions of the two werebeasts when seeing Jing Yue, it was clear. Lei Jin had definitely been hidden by this Jing Yue.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jing Yue flatly denied it. After all, he was on his own turf. What could this Leopard Tribe werebeast do?

“You know he has werebeast mates.” Despite his reluctance to admit it, Xiya was secretly relieved that the previous night Moya and Lei Jin had been intimate. Even if he had fallen into the water the next day, Lei Jin’s body would still carry Moya’s scent.

“I’ve never seen the person you’re talking about.” Jing Yue nervously rubbed his hands behind his back. He would deny it no matter what. After all, Lei Jin was in his house, and the Leopard Tribe werebeast wouldn’t be able to see him.

“You should know that females with mates cannot perform ceremonies with others.” Xiya gave him a pitying look.

“As long as Lei Jin is willing, it’s fine.” Jing Yue blurted out, then immediately realized his mistake when he saw the triumphant look in Xiya’s eyes. It was too late to take it back.

“Anyway, he doesn’t want you. You can go now.” Jing Yue, now irritated by the Leopard Tribe werebeast, thought he was quite malicious, even setting a trap for him.

“Is his injury better?” Xiya asked, though he wasn’t sure how bad Lei Jin’s injuries were. After being captured by the dragonbird for so long, his wounds couldn’t have been light.

“He’s not dead yet. You couldn’t even protect him properly, what right do you have to come looking for him?” Seeing how badly Lei Jin was injured, it was obvious that the werebeasts had failed to protect him properly.

“I want to see him.” Xiya didn’t want to argue with Jing Yue anymore; he just wanted to see Lei Jin as soon as possible.

“Moya, stop dreaming.” The person he had saved was his female, so why should he give him to someone who didn’t appreciate him?

“How do you know Moya?” Xiya asked, and he noticed that Jing Yue referred to him as Moya so matter-of-factly. How was he so sure that it was him?

“You aren’t Moya?” Jing Yue asked. He clearly heard Lei Jin muttering Moya’s name in his delirium.

“I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Xiya.”

“Then who is Moya?” Jing Yue had an inkling about who Moya was.

“He’s my younger brother,” Xiya answered.

“So Lei Jin is your shared mate?” After all, this kind of thing wasn’t exclusive to the Leopard Tribe. There were plenty of brothers in the Tiger Tribe who shared mates as well.

“Just like you think, we’ve performed the ceremony and are officially mates.” To find Lei Jin, Xiya started lying through his teeth. Heaven knew that Lei Jin’s body had never been touched by him. It was Moya who had explored every inch of Lei Jin’s body. But not all of it was a lie—sooner or later, Lei Jin would be his.

Xiya’s confidence was truly unshakable.

Thinking about the sweet moments he would share with Lei Jin, Xiya smiled, his eyes crinkling with joy.

Seeing him smile like that made Jing Yue feel even more uncomfortable. He said, “Lei Jin is my female now.” He didn’t want Lei Jin to know, but it was obvious that Lei Jin liked that Moya guy, and now here was Xiya, also his mate. Jing Yue had thought that saving Lei Jin was fate giving him a chance, and he had even used the jade mugwort.

The jade mugwort, though precious, had great benefits for a female’s body. He didn’t mind giving it to Lei Jin, but handing Lei Jin back to them… he just couldn’t accept it. He’d tried every method over the past month but still couldn’t make Lei Jin truly accept him. It was frustrating.

“It’s so late, are you really going to make me rest at the entrance of your tribe?” Xiya decided to take a roundabout approach and enter the tribe first.

Jing Yue looked at the darkening sky. He wanted to say, “Go wherever you want, as long as it’s far enough away,” but Lei Jin…

Forget it…

“Come with me,” Jing Yue said reluctantly.

Once inside, Xiya realized the valley was quite large. The center was wide and flat, and the two ends were narrower, forming a natural barrier. Though it was a valley, the Tiger Tribe clearly didn’t like living in low-lying areas. The houses started halfway up the mountain and became more densely packed as they went higher. The north side of the mountain had more inhabitants than the south. The few houses on the south slope were mostly concentrated at the top.

Now, Jing Yue was leading Xiya up the south slope of the mountain. The slope was gentle, and stone steps wound upwards. Xiya had long realized that Jing Yue was taking him up and down the same path, repeatedly, as if playing some sort of game. How many more times would they go back and forth? But since Jing Yue saved Lei Jin, Xiya didn’t mind letting him have his way. Still, it was already dark, and he was starting to get annoyed.

Finally, Xiya plopped down on a nearby stone and decided he wasn’t going to play along anymore. “When are you going to take me to see Lei Jin?”

“Who said I’m taking you to see Lei Jin?” Jing Yue asked, feigning confusion.

“Then why are you dragging me all over the mountain?” Xiya nearly wanted to punch him but restrained himself. Considering that Jing Yue saved Lei Jin, he held back.

“Lei Jin is already asleep. I’ll take you to stay at my uncle’s house for the night,” Jing Yue finally said.

“Why is he already asleep? Is his injury really serious?” Xiya got up and followed.

“You’ll know when you see him.”

As they spoke, they arrived at a house. There were no lights on inside, but this didn’t hinder the werebeast’s sight. Jing Yue knocked, and a golden-haired, green-eyed werebeast, who resembled Jing Yue in appearance, stepped out wearing a robe.

Jing Yue explained the situation, and his uncle, Hao Yang, gave Xiya a quick once-over before nodding in agreement. Jing Yue didn’t want to talk more with Xiya, so he sprouted his wings and, after bidding his uncle goodbye, flew toward the northern mountain slope. Xiya paid attention to his flight direction, guessing that Lei Jin was probably in that area. He stared at the direction for a moment.

“There’s a spring behind the yard. Go wash up while I heat up some meat for you,” Hao Yang said.

Xiya went to the back yard and, as expected, found a spring hidden among the trees, with clean water. He shook the dust off his clothes and draped them over a nearby branch. Now that he was sure Lei Jin was still alive, he felt a lot more at ease. He relaxed and took a comfortable bath. After changing into clean clothes, he felt refreshed. No wonder Lei Jin loved bathing so much.

When he returned to the house, the meat had been served in two large bowls, along with a jar of fresh water.

Xiya thanked Hao Yang and, feeling famished, began to eat. The three brothers had been raised under Roger’s strict training, so despite being hungry, Xiya still managed to eat elegantly.

Hao Yang glanced at the young man with slight surprise but didn’t comment. After a while, he said, “Once you’re done eating, just leave the bowls there. I’ll clean up tomorrow. You’ll sleep in that room.” Hao Yang pointed to a room on the east side of the main house.

Xiya nodded in agreement.

Hao Yang turned and went back to the room on the west side, casually closing the door behind him.

After eating, Xiya stacked the bowls, went outside to wash his hands, then returned to his room to sleep. He hadn’t slept well for over half a month and was exhausted.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of the main door opening. Just as Xiya was about to get out of bed to check, he heard the sounds of shuffling. “Lighter, lighter… Someone is here tonight…”

“Who?”

“It’s a friend of Jing Yue.”

After saying that, the two seemed to have gotten tangled up again, and from the noise, it was clear they were two werebeasts in a passionate embrace.

Xiya thought to himself, no wonder Jing Yue had arranged for him to stay here. It turned out that this house didn’t have any females at all. It must be said that he had thought things through so carefully. But perhaps he was truly exhausted, as he soon fell into a deep sleep with no dreams until dawn.

Several days passed, and there was still no sign of Jing Yue. Xiya thought to himself that the month-long deadline was nearly up, and if Moya didn’t hear from them soon, he would likely lose hope.

“I can’t sit still. I have to find Lei Jin quickly,” Xiya thought, but as a Leopard Tribe werebeast, if he recklessly searched around the Tiger Tribe’s settlement, he would be mistaken for an intruder and hunted down by the entire tribe.

After much deliberation, he finally thought of a plan—though not a perfect one.

That evening, just as the sky darkened, Xiya prepared to act. Though the werebeast’s vision was the same day or night, at night, they rested, and the darkness could provide some cover.

After dinner, Xiya went to his room to rest early, then quietly climbed out of the back window, flying toward the direction Jing Yue had gone in.

Landing at the high mountain peak on the north side, Xiya recalled that there weren’t many houses in the area where Jing Yue had landed, but there were still five or six. With no better options, he decided to check each one.

Lei Jin didn’t know that Xiya had come. Coincidentally, he couldn’t sleep that night, so he decided to practice moving his arms in the dark. Over the past few days, something had felt off—his body felt as if there was a fire burning inside him, but there was no way to relieve it. Could it be that after being with Moya a few times, he had become addicted to it?

How could that be? Lei Jin immediately dismissed the thought. Although Moya was special to him, he hadn’t reached the point where he couldn’t live without a man, right?

Lei Jin walked a couple of steps along the wall, and when he thought he had done enough, he moved away and carefully began swinging his arms back and forth. He walked forward, and today’s practice had gone well, taking him all the way to the door.

“Let’s stop here for tonight,” Lei Jin thought, about to turn around. But he overexerted himself, and without the support of his arms, he lost balance. Despite trying to steady himself, he fell hard to the ground.

Lei Jin tried to get up, repeatedly shifting his body but falling back each time. He was drenched in sweat, his clothes covered in dirt. If he shouted out, someone would definitely come to help, but he held back, determined to get up on his own.

“Lei Jin?” Xiya called tentatively.

Lei Jin turned his head slightly, looking at the person who had suddenly arrived. His face was unclear in the dark, but judging from the voice, it should be… How did Xiya end up here in the Tiger Tribe at night? He asked, “Xiya?”

Once Lei Jin spoke, Xiya was sure.

“Lei Jin, what are you doing on the ground?” Xiya reached out to help him up.

“Lei Jin, your arms?” Xiya had just helped Lei Jin, but his arms were limp at his sides, with no strength at all.

“It’s paralyzed,” Lei Jin pulled away from Xiya’s embrace and said indifferently.

“Lei Jin…” Xiya reached out, afraid he would fall again. He finally understood why Lei Jin had fallen earlier.

“You have some nerve, sneaking into my home at night,” Jing Yue had actually been awake the moment Lei Jin left the house. Seeing Lei Jin fall, he had wanted to help, but seeing him repeatedly try to stand up on his own, he suddenly felt he shouldn’t intervene, until Xiya showed up.

“Lei Jin, let me see,” Xiya ignored Jing Yue and focused on Lei Jin.

“It’s all because of you guys. You’re his werebeast mate, yet you didn’t protect your female properly.”

“Who is his…” Female? Before Lei Jin could finish his sentence, a wave of heat spread through his body. He felt weak, nearly unable to stand. Lei Jin gritted his teeth.

“Lei Jin, what’s happening?” Xiya immediately realized something was wrong and quickly held him, but Lei Jin’s body was burning with heat.

Jing Yue couldn’t ignore Xiya anymore and rushed over. Seeing Lei Jin’s condition, he said, “It’s probably the effect of the jade mugwort acting up again.”

“What? The jade mugwort? You actually gave him the jade mugwort?” Xiya glared at him angrily. They hadn’t dared to use it themselves even after so long, and even though Moya and Lei Jin had been together many times, he hadn’t dared to trick him into using it either. But this person had carelessly given it to Lei Jin.

“Females, when they first arrive at a tribe, will always take jade mugwort. It doesn’t harm their body.” Jing Yue retreated two steps under Xiya’s murderous gaze but was still unwilling to give up and continued speaking.

“But the key point is, he’s never taken it before!”

“What?!”

“Find a room for us.”

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“What is jade mugwort?” Lei Jin, though weak, wasn’t unconscious. He had heard every word they said, and it seemed like his current condition was related to that plant.

“It’s fine, it will get better soon.” Xiya half-supported him, not daring to pick him up directly. he probably knew about Lei Jin’s taboos.

Regarding the jade mugwort, at the moment he dared not let Lei Jin know anything.

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These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 052 Finding Lei Jin

Jing Yue felt a joy in his heart but didn’t dare show it on his face. He asked, “You don’t remember what happened before? Don’t you remember who I am?”

Lei Jin wanted to roll his eyes at him, but he didn’t have the strength. He was injured, not brain-damaged. Of course, he remembered who the person in front of him was. It hadn’t been that long, and he had a good memory when it came to beautiful people. This person was the one who had met him and Mingya in the jungle and had given him clothes, wasn’t he?

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At that time, he remembered this person saying something, probably introducing himself, but the situation back then was that he couldn’t understand the language, so he couldn’t understand anything, let alone know who this person was. Now, seeing him again, and unless something unexpected happened, this person had likely saved him. Lei Jin thought to himself that he should ask for the other’s name clearly this time.

“I remember you. I’m asking who you are and what your name is,” Lei Jin’s throat was dry, and he coughed lightly before speaking.

“Drink some water first. You’ve been unconscious for four days,” Jing Yue helped him sit up slightly, leaning him against his chest, and brought over a ceramic bowl from the wooden table, holding it to Lei Jin’s lips.

Given the circumstances, this position was understandable, but Lei Jin still felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to stretch out his hand to take the bowl, but his arm wouldn’t lift. How could this be? Thinking back to the time when he was grabbed by the dragonbird, could it be that his arms had really become paralyzed now? Lei Jin tried again twice, but it wasn’t pain—it was that there was no sensation at all.

“How could this be? How could this happen?” Had he really come to this backwards and savage place just to lose his arms? Without basic locomotive ability, what would he do in the future?

“Don’t worry. Your shoulder injury is very serious, but it’s been treated. Right now, you just can’t move it temporarily. It will get better after a while. Here, drink the water first,” Jing Yue noticed Lei Jin staring at his arms, and his complexion looked slightly off. He understood. This female was truly unexpected. Even though he might lose his arms, he only muttered a few words and remained calm. If it were someone else, they would probably have mentally collapsed by now.

In truth, Lei Jin was about to have a breakdown inside, but he was never the type to be hysterical. If shouting could help, he wouldn’t mind shouting ten times louder. He thought to himself, if he lost his arms and had to depend on others for the rest of his life, he might as well have let the dragonbird kill him back then.

But it wasn’t time to give up yet. The most important thing now was to heal his injuries—perhaps it was only temporary numbness.

With that thought, Lei Jin lowered his head and drank the water from the bowl in Jing Yue’s hand. Still feeling thirsty, he unconsciously licked his lips and asked, “Is there more?”

This casual action caught Jing Yue’s attention, and his green eyes darkened.

“Yes, there’s plenty of fresh water,” Jing Ping, seeing that his brother didn’t speak, took the water jug and poured more water into the bowl.

Jing Yue snapped back to his senses and fed Lei Jin another bowl of water.

“This is the Tiger Tribe. I’m Jing Yue, and this is my younger brother, Jing Ping, a female.” When Jing Yue saw that Lei Jin no longer intended to drink, he handed the bowl to his younger brother standing beside him and helped Lei Jin lie down.

“The Tiger Tribe?” So, the werebeasts here were all tigers? If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes before, he would never have believed that werebeasts could freely shift between human and beast forms in this world.

“I’m Lei Jin.”

“Lei Jin? Which tribe are you from?” Jing Ping sat down casually beside Lei Jin.

“I don’t have a tribe. I’m trying to find my way home,” Lei Jin’s expression, which had been somewhat relaxed, turned cold. Since he had left, there was no reason to go back. Besides, in his current state, was he supposed to let Moya take care of him out of guilt?

“No tribe?” Jing Ping wondered. How could a female not have a tribe? How had he survived in the wild? But seeing Lei Jin’s serious injuries, he probably had encountered something bad, so he grabbed Lei Jin’s hand and smiled, “Then, until you find your way home, stay with us in the Tiger Tribe. My brother is strong, and he’ll protect you so you won’t get hurt. Right, Brother?” He had already noticed that his older brother was interested in this person—he had come to check on him ten times a day and even personally fed him medicine.

“Smart aleck,” Jing Yue said, flicking his younger brother’s nose. To Lei Jin, he said, “You can stay here and rest. We’ll leave everything for when you’ve recovered.”

Jing Yue’s thoughts were different from Jing Ping’s. After all, he had seen Lei Jin with that Leopard Tribe werebeast. He knew that the Leopard Tribe werebeasts wouldn’t harm their female mate, so it was impossible. But Lei Jin had been seriously injured by a fierce dragonbird—that was an undeniable fact. No matter what, Lei Jin denying he had a werebeast mate worked to his advantage, and he wouldn’t be foolish enough to bring it up.

The three of them each had their own thoughts.

Just then, Jing Yue’s papa, Hao Chen, came in holding a large bowl of cooked meat and said, “I heard Jing Ping call out that you’re awake. How are you feeling now? We’ve already had dinner, and I cooked some wild boar meat for you. Get up and eat a little?”

Lei Jin had no appetite at all, but since it was specially made for him, he couldn’t refuse so he said, “Thank you.”

As Jing Yue took the bowl of meat, he heard his papa say, “Let Jing Ping feed him. Jing Yue, come out with me for a moment.” After giving Lei Jin a smile and a nod, he led the way out.

Jing Ping didn’t mind. He let Lei Jin lean on his shoulder and picked up a small piece of meat, feeding it to Lei Jin. “Lei Jin, try this. This is fresh wild boar meat we hunted a few days ago. It’s tender and delicious. At home, it’s just me and papa who can eat it.”

Lei Jin took a bite. The taste was good, but as soon as he swallowed, he felt nauseous. After all, he hadn’t eaten anything for four or five days, and now being given meat, it was no surprise that it made him feel sick. Plus, there was a difference between his diet and that of those who grew up eating meat in this world.

“Is it good?” Jing Ping, not noticing Lei Jin’s discomfort, asked.

Lei Jin forced himself to nod. He had to eat something to recover faster.

“Then have another piece.” Jing Ping picked up another piece and offered it to him.

Lei Jin opened his mouth, but before the meat reached his lips, just smelling it made him gag. He suddenly leaned forward, his upper body slamming into the edge of the bed. He vomited up the small amount of meat he had just eaten. It didn’t stop there—since there was practically nothing left in his stomach, all that came up in the end was a bit of clear water.

“Lei Jin, what happened?” Jing Ping asked in alarm. As Lei Jin moved, he lost grip of the bowl in his hand, and the hot meat and soup spilled all over Lei Jin.

Jing Yue, who was nearby, rushed over when he heard the noise. Seeing Lei Jin’s condition, he quickly helped him sit up and asked the flustered Jing Ping, “What happened?”

“Lei Jin vomited, and my hand trembled, so…” Jing Ping stammered.

“You go get some of your clothes.” Jing Yue told Jing Ping, then looked down at Lei Jin and said, “You need to change out of your clothes now. Do you mind if I stay and help?”

Lei Jin was about to say that he didn’t mind, thinking there was no reason for two grown men to help him change clothes. But then he suddenly remembered that the people here regarded him as a female. If he said he didn’t mind, it might be misinterpreted. To avoid any misunderstanding, he decided against it.

So Lei Jin shook his head and said, “Let Jing Ping help me.”

Lei Jin was right in doing so. In werebeast tribes, when a female doesn’t mind revealing their body in front of a werebeast, it means they’ve silently agreed to become that werebeast’s mate.

Jing Yue, just testing the waters, saw Lei Jin refuse and wasn’t disappointed. He left and had his papa come in to help.

The two of them helped Lei Jin change into a new set of clothes.

“Still can’t eat anything?” Hao Chen asked, having already heard from Jing Ping.

“Sorry to waste your kindness,” Lei Jin said, feeling even worse after vomiting.

“What are we going to do?” Hao Chen stroked Lei Jin’s hair, troubled.

The touch of his hand was warm, like the rare moments of tenderness he remembered from that woman in his childhood. Lei Jin, comforted by the gentle strokes, soon fell back asleep.

“Ai…” Hao Chen sighed, watching Lei Jin’s peaceful sleeping face. The boy’s looks were indeed captivating, but with both arms ruined, it made him worry about Jing Yue and Lei Jin truly becoming mates. Still, for now, the priority was to get the boy better.

Time passed, and Lei Jin had been in the Tiger Tribe for more than half a month. During this time, he got to know many people—Jing Yue’s family, of course, including the kind but muddle-headed Jing Ping, the smart and handsome Jing Yue, their papa Hao Chen, their father (who was also the tribe leader) Kun Ge, and the healer Mu Yue.

Jing Yue and Jing Ping took him to see Mu Yue every two days to change the medicine, so they had become familiar with him.

However, his arms were still not improving. Mu Yue reassured Lei Jin that the herbs contained pain-relieving and numbing properties, but Lei Jin had a sense that his arms might indeed be ruined completely.

He only had slight sensation left. He could move them slightly up and down, but anything more strenuous, especially lifting them, was impossible.

He remembered something he overheard earlier that morning.

Jing Yue had accompanied him to change the medicine. As they reached the door, Jing Yue said he had forgotten to tell Mu Yue something and turned back.

Lei Jin waited outside for a while. When Jing Yue still hadn’t come out, he thought about telling him he could leave first. But as he walked toward the door, he overheard Jing Yue say, “Is there really no other way?”

Then Mu Yue’s voice followed: “As you can see, Lei Jin’s shoulder injury was caused by the sharp claws of a dragonbird, and it seems like it had been clawed for quite a while. Afterward, the wound was submerged in water. I’ve tried several herbs on him these days, but the effects haven’t been good. I really don’t know what else to do.”

“Are his arms really unable to recover?” Lei Jin couldn’t see Jing Yue’s expression, but he could hear the worry in his voice.

“Why, if his arms are useless, you don’t want him anymore? Who was it that eagerly wanted to become his mate back then?” Mu Yue sneered.

“How could I be like that? You know I like him.” Mu Yue’s words seemed to hurt him, and Jing Yue raised his voice in response.

“Then go tell Lei Jin yourself, don’t raise your voice at me.”

What if his arms really became disabled? What should he do? Lei Jin sat alone under the gazebo in the courtyard. The courtyard had a few green vines planted, and Hao Chen had built a gazebo out of them.

No, he absolutely couldn’t give up like this. When he was in the modern world, didn’t he see people who were paralyzed yet managed to recover after rehabilitation and constant practice?

Lei Jin stood up from the chair and began moving his arms slowly back and forth.

“1, 2, 3, 4… 142, 143… tss…” As he swung his arms wider, the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

“Lei Jin, what’s wrong? Why are you sweating so much?” Jing Yue instinctively raised his hand to wipe his sweat. Over the past few days, because of his arm problem, he had grown accustomed to this family helping him out. But after hearing Jing Yue’s words this morning, he felt it was better to maintain some distance.

Lei Jin stepped back a couple of paces and smiled, “It’s nothing, the weather is just a little too hot.”

“It is a bit stuffy today, probably because it’s going to rain soon.” Jing Yue didn’t seem to notice Lei Jin’s unusual behavior.

“I’ve noticed it rains a lot here,” Lei Jin said.

“Maybe it’s because our tribe is close to the sea?” Jing Yue could only think of this possibility.

“You mean the ocean?” No wonder at night, he’d often hear the sound of the waves, thinking it was just his imagination.

“After going down the mountain, for a female it only takes half a day to reach the seaside.” Since Lei Jin seemed interested, Jing Yue continued explaining.

“That really is quite close.” A werebeast could probably get there with just a few flaps of their wings.

“I’ll take you to see Berg next time.”

“Berg?” Who was that?

“Berg is my good friend. He’s from the Merfolk Tribe.” Maybe getting Lei Jin out to relax would help his recovery.

“You mean a mermaid?” This world really is full of surprises.

“A mermaid? But Berg is a male merfolk, though he’s quite handsome. You’ll see when you meet him. But be careful, he’s quite the playboy.”

There was nowhere to go in the evening, so Lei Jin went to bed early. He shared a room with Jing Ping, which had two beds. Apparently when they were younger, Jing Yue and Jing Ping used to share this room. Later, as Jing Yue grew older, he moved out, and this room was left for Jing Ping. Lei Jin’s arrival made Jing Ping very happy, and at one point, he even wanted to sleep on the same bed as Lei Jin, but Hao Chen, who knew his terrible sleeping habits, stopped him.

That night, Jing Ping went to another female friend’s house, and without his usual chatter before bed, Lei Jin enjoyed some rare peace.

But the waves of pain in his arms kept him from sleeping. The pain felt like it was drilling into his bones. Perhaps it was because he overexerted himself in the afternoon.

Pain was better than no feeling at all, Lei Jin comforted himself.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, Hao Chen and Jing Yue sat facing each other.

“I noticed Lei Jin ate much less today. How’s his arm?” Hao Chen asked.

“Mu Yue said there’s no hope. This afternoon, he was sweating from the pain.” Jing Yue replied, recalling how Lei Jin still put up a brave front. It seemed that despite their time together, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“Papa, I’m a bit worried. Should I check if he’s asleep?” 

Hao Chen nodded in agreement.

Before Jing Yue entered the room, he heard Lei Jin’s heavy breathing. Lei Jin’s bed faced the window, and in the dim moonlight, his clothes were disheveled, his body twisting in discomfort. When Jing Yue got closer, he saw that Lei Jin’s face was flushed and hot. Jing Yue realized this was due to the jade mugwort. Not only did the jade mugwort affect a female’s body, but it also had an aphrodisiac effect. But he was concerned because Lei Jin’s injuries hadn’t healed yet. He had already reduced the dosage, and since Lei Jin had previously taken the jade mugwort in the Leopard Tribe, he shouldn’t have had such a strong reaction… why was this happening?

What he didn’t know was that Lei Jin had never taken it before.

Lei Jin was tortured by the pain in his shoulders and the heat inside his body, his mind becoming hazy. However, he vaguely sensed someone by the bed. In the dim light, those familiar green eyes were too recognizable.

“Moya, Moya…”

“What are you saying?” Jing Yue heard Lei Jin’s mumbling and couldn’t help but lean in closer. As he got closer, he was about to kiss him when he clearly heard Lei Jin’s words.

“Moya, it hurts…”

Xiya had been searching relentlessly for over half a month, almost at his breaking point. Every time he thought of Lei Jin lying somewhere waiting for him to rescue him, how could he eat and sleep peacefully? This river, though having two main tributaries, was connected to many smaller water systems, and he couldn’t afford to miss any of them. He feared passing by without realizing it. But each day felt more hopeless than the last. He knew that over half a month had passed, and if Lei Jin hadn’t been rescued by now, he had no chance of surviving.

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What if Lei Jin died? Xiya couldn’t bear to think about it, nor would he allow himself to think that way.

It wasn’t the final moment yet. Papa had said that the outcome was often decided in the last moments, so he had to hold on.

This was his final hope. Xiya stood at the entrance of the Tiger Tribe’s valley.

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Feline Mystique CH 024 No Rest For The Wicked

The next morning at Misty Springs Inn began with an air of anticipation. Felix had been looking forward to exploring the village, imagining quaint shops, scenic paths, and perhaps even some local delicacies. The rising sun painted the sky in soft pastels, and the scent of dew and bamboo wafted through the open windows of their room.

Felix stretched lazily on the plush futon in his human form, his silvery-white hair falling in soft waves over his shoulders. Sorath and Virgil were arguing over who got the last ricecake from the breakfast spread they bought from a pastry shop axross the inn, while Albrecht combed his sleek blonde hair fussily and dithered over what to wear for the day. Thel was already by the door, his expression one of impatient expectancy.

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But their lighthearted morning was interrupted by the sound of hushed, panicked voices drifting in from the lobby below.

“What’s going on?” Felix asked, stilling slightly at the tone of distress.

“Only one way to find out,” Sorath said, tossing the last ricecake into his mouth and heading for the door.

The group descended the wooden staircase to find a small crowd gathered near the check-in desk. The innkeeper, Mr. Hart, stood with a furrowed brow, trying to calm a distraught young woman. Beside him, his wife also looked pale and worried.

“What’s the matter?” Felix asked, stepping forward, subconsciously exuding his A-Rank Regal One aura which immediately commanded attention.

The young woman turned to him, wringing her hands together. “It’s Clara,” she said, her voice trembling. “My s-sister, sh-she hasn’t come back. She said she was going to explore the outskirts of the village yesterday afternoon, but… she never returned. I thought she might’ve stayed out late, or maybe stopped by the local pub but now…”

Mrs. Hart who had been speaking with Mr. Hart chimed in. “I told Amanda’s sister not to go near the forest. Strange things have been happening there.”

Felix’s gaze sharpened, and his humans exchanged uneasy glances.

“What kind of strange things?” Thel asked, his tone calm but probing.

“Disappearances,” the old woman whispered, lowering her voice as if the word itself might bring ill fortune. “People—both tourists and locals—go into the forest and don’t come out. Some say it’s the mist—gets into your head and leads you astray. Others say it’s something… unnatural.”

Virgil pulled out his phone, quickly navigating to local social media pages. “Let’s see if anyone’s posted anything helpful,” he muttered, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen.

Albrecht, noticing Felix’s concern, stepped forward. “We’ll help search,” he declared. “Standing here worrying won’t bring the young lady back. Felix?” He turned to their master, waiting for confirmation.

Felix nodded. “Of course. We’ll do everything we can.”

Virgil frowned at his screen. “Nothing except rumors about people disappearing near the forest,” he reported. “Some vague warnings, but no concrete details.”

“We’ll have to rely on the old-fashioned way then,” Thel raised an eyebrow. “Let’s split up into pairs and cover as much ground as possible.”

The young woman hesitated, still wringing her hands. “Are you sure? It could be dangerous…”

Felix offered her a reassuring smile, though unease prickled at the back of his mind. “Don’t worry. I’m part of Mzia’s Combat Division. We’ll be careful.”

The eyes of the young woman, Amanda and the Harts brightened in surprise and hope.

“Oh! Officer, this, this is such good news! We are much more reassured now!”

Felix smiled awkwardly, now almost regretting letting that information slip. “There’s no need to call me ‘officer’, I’m only a trainee.”

So the group headed out, their earlier plans abandoned in favor of the urgent task at hand. The village, so peaceful the night before, was bustling with activity during the day. Locals and tourists mingled, and strangely enough, no one seemed to spare the news that a young woman had gone missing other than a brief word of gossip here or there.

Felix and Albrecht took the lead, heading toward the forest’s edge where Clara was last seen. Virgil and Sorath veered towards the neighboring shops and establishments, and in particular the local pub, questioning anyone they encountered, while Thel stayed behind to coordinate with the innkeepers and gather more information.

Felix and Albrecht walked through the bustling village, warm from the mists wafting from the natural hot springs that ran underneath the village. 

“This isn’t how I imagined our morning,” Felix said, his voice low.

“Life rarely goes as planned,” Albrecht replied, his tone one of pompous wisdom. “But my dear is handling it well, like a true officer of the Combat Division.”

Felix glanced at him, a faint blush dusting his cheekbones. “If I didn’t know you any better I’d have thought you to be sarcastic.” In fact, if those words had come from Thel’s mouth, Felix would be positive that the man was indeed being sarcastic about his earlier slip of the tongue.

Albrecht smiled down at him, “My dear, what kind of pet would I be if I showed such disrespect for my master? I am not a ruffian like some.”

“…” By some, Felix had a feeling he was referring to three conspicuously absent men. He side-eyed the pleased expression on Albrecht’s handsome face at having managed to subtly put down the others in front of Felix.

Felix felt it was better to let Albrecht—and the others for that matter—to think they have managed to be quite sly and cunning.

Before long, they passed by the village square, Felix sniffing the air instinctively. His heightened senses distinguishing among faint traces of human scent, to something darker mingled within—a faint sweetened metallic tang that made his incisors sting.

“Do you smell that?” Felix asked, his voice tightening.

Albrecht frowned, taking a step closer to Felix. “I don’t, but as a Regal One your senses are much keener. Lead the way, dearest.”

Forgoing the earlier plan to head towards the forest edge, Felix followed the scent, his steps quickening as it grew stronger. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.

Meanwhile, Sorath and Virgil had little luck with their inquiries. Most villagers were tight-lipped, their answers vague and evasive. Frustrated, Sorath muttered under his breath, “They’re more scared of the rumors than they are of someone actually missing.”

“Can you blame them?” Virgil replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. “If people are really disappearing, they probably don’t want to be next.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a call from Thel. “Felix and Albrecht might have found something. Head towards the local clinic.”

Sorath and Virgil exchanged a glance before turning in that direction.

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The sweet metallic scent wafted through the air like a ghostly whisper, tugging at Felix’s heightened senses. It was faint yet distinct, lingering just enough to make him uncomfortable. He paused mid-step on the cobblestone path behind Misty Springs Village’s local clinic, his eyes narrowing.

“It’s him,” Felix murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of villagers going about their day.

The small clinic looked cheerful and inviting from the outside, painted in soft pastel hues with flower boxes under its windows. A handmade wooden sign that read “Misty Springs Clinic” swung gently in the evening breeze. The warm lighting from within should have been comforting, but to Felix, it felt like a façade masking something sinister.

Sorath stepped up beside Felix, pale eyes scanning the building. “You’re sure? The doctor?”

Felix nodded, raising his nose slightly to take a deeper inhale. “That scent—it’s coming from the clinic. It’s stronger here.”

Virgil crept closer in curiosity and peeked through one of the windows, cupping his hands around his face to block out the glare. “Looks normal enough. Clean, organized. Maybe a little too perfect. Reminds me of Thel’s ocd ways.”

Thel crossed his arms, his expression unreadable as if he didn’t hear the offhanded dig. “Appearances can be deceiving. Still, we can’t act on a hunch alone.”

Just then, the clinic door swung open, and Dr. Elias Hart stepped out, whistling a jaunty tune as he locked up behind him. He looked every bit the affable village doctor, his white coat swapped for that plaid coat and slacks combination they had seen yesterday. He glanced around the empty street, his smile as bright as ever, before strolling off with an easy gait.

Felix stiffened. The scent intensified as Dr. Hart passed by, the sweet metallic tang clinging to him like a second skin.

Sorath smiled carelessly, but his fingers tapped a restless rhythm against the side of his leg. “He’s definitely up to something.”

Thel frowned, his voice low and measured. “Suspicious, yes. But we need proof before jumping to conclusions. Felix, are you certain it’s him?”

“Yes,” Felix said firmly. His tone carried an edge of certainty that made the others exchange glances.

Albrecht adjusted his fine wool coat, his gaze following Dr. Hart as he disappeared down the path. “Then we shall follow him.”

The group trailed Dr. Hart from a safe distance, their footsteps careful on the cobblestone path that wound through the village. The cheerful ambiance of Misty Springs seemed to darken the farther they walked, the hum and chatter of villagers fading into the background.

Dr. Hart meandered through the village with a practiced nonchalance, stopping occasionally to greet passersby. He exchanged pleasantries with a shopkeeper, chuckled at a group of playful children’s antics, and even paused to observe a chipmunk that crossed his path. Yet something about his movements felt rehearsed, like an actor playing a role.

“Is it just me, or is he trying too hard at a normie act?” Virgil whispered, his voice barely audible.

“It’s not just you,” Sorath replied, his hand twitching slightly and his eyes flickering slightly to the hilt of a dagger tucked into his right boot.

When Dr. Hart turned a corner and left the bustling part of the village behind, his demeanor changed. His cheery whistle faded, and his pace quickened. He glanced over his shoulder, his warm smile replaced by a cold, calculating expression.

“Whoa, psychopath alert,” Virgil muttered under his breath.

The group picked up their pace, careful to stay out of sight. Felix’s sharp eyes and sensitive ears kept them on Dr. Hart’s trail as he took a detour around the outskirts of the village, avoiding well-trodden paths.

“Where is he going?” Albrecht pursed his lips, his tone a bit annoyed.

The answer came when Dr. Hart veered off the path entirely, slipping into the dense forest that bordered the village.

The forest was a different world. Tall, ancient trees towered overhead, their gnarled branches forming a canopy that blocked out the moonlight. The air was thick with the earthy scent of moss and damp leaves, but that faint sweet metallic tang still lingered, guiding Felix better than any beacon or compass could do.

Dr. Hart moved with purpose now, his earlier casual stroll replaced by brisk, deliberate strides. He didn’t bother to conceal his path, crushing leaves and snapping twigs underfoot.

“He’s getting sloppy,” Sorath remarked, an almost wolfish grin spreading across his face. “Probably thinks no one would dare follow him out here.”

“Stay focused,” Thel said sharply. “We’re not here to provoke him—just to gather information.”

Felix, leading the group, raised a hand to signal them to stop. He crouched low behind a bush, his head tilted slightly as he listened with intent.

Ahead, Dr. Hart had come to a stop in a small clearing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of dark liquid, holding it up to the faint sunlight trickling in through the leafy canopies above. Felix’s stomach churned as the sweet metallic scent grew overpowering.

“What’s he doing?” Virgil whispered, leaning closer.

Dr. Hart muttered something under his breath, his words too quiet to make out. He uncorked the vial and poured its contents onto the ground. The dark liquid seeped into the soil, and for a moment, nothing happened.

Then the ground trembled.

Felix’s hair stood on end as an unnatural energy rippled through the air. The shadows around Dr. Hart seemed to deepen, writhing like living things. The faint glow of his warm smile was long gone, replaced by an eerie, otherworldly aura.

“What the hell is that?” Sorath hissed, his hand gripping his dagger.

“Something unnatural,” Felix said, his tone grim. His instincts screamed at him to act, but he forced himself to stay hidden.

Dr. Hart stood motionless for a moment, as if waiting for something. Then he turned and began walking deeper into the forest, his movements swift and unerring.

Felix rose slowly, his eyes locked on the retreating figure. “We need to follow him. Whatever he’s doing, it’s not good.”

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Thel gripped Felix’s shoulder firmly but gently. “Careful. If he senses us, we’ll lose any advantage we have.”

The group exchanged tense nods before continuing their pursuit. The deeper they went into the forest, the stronger the unsettling energy became. Felix’s heart did a funny little jump as they approached what felt like the center of the disturbance.

Whatever lay ahead, he knew it would be nothing short of trouble.

These Werebeast Gongs Are Rogues CH 051 Lei Jin Is Saved

Today marked the eighth day in the jungle. Early in the morning, the werebeasts woke up, started a fire to cook, and washed by the river. The sky was dim, and after eating roasted meat, they dug up some damp soil to cover the fire and continued deeper into the jungle.

The morning went smoothly as usual, with plenty of game hunted. By noon, everyone had a simple meal. Seeing the sky darken, they hurried to reach the next cave where they could take shelter from the rain.

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“Are you feeling unwell?” Moya noticed that Lei Jin’s face had looked off all morning, but when he reached out to touch him, Lei Jin subtly dodged his hand.

“I’m fine, just a little tired.” Though Lei Jin’s physique was decent, he couldn’t compare to the werebeasts. After seven or eight days of running around the jungle, with heavy physical activity, drinking cold water every day, and sleeping outdoors on the ground, it was tough even for the werebeasts, let alone Lei Jin. Despite the care provided by Xiya and Moya here and there in subtle ways, he was mentally and physically exhausted.

“If it’s too much, we’ll carry you,” Xiya suggested, seeing his condition worsen. “Don’t push yourself.”

“It’s fine, it’s only one more day. I can make it.” Lei Jin replied, seeing everyone already packing up. He quickly stood up, but as he did, his vision blacked out for a moment. Xiya, quick to react, steadied him.

“We should carry you,” Xiya insisted, looking at him worriedly.

“I said I’m fine, I don’t need any special care.” Lei Jin pushed Xiya away gently, steadying himself, and picked up his bow and the dried meat from the ground.

Xiya and Moya knew Lei Jin’s stubbornness and didn’t insist further, instead keeping a watchful eye on him.

An Bu, the tribe leader, had already begun rallying the group to move. From a distance, they could hear the distant rumbling of thunder. The werebeasts were familiar with the terrain and knew where they could take shelter, so they started taking shortcuts.

Xiya and Moya kept Lei Jin protected in between them.

The werebeasts leading the way suddenly stopped, and Xiya and the others, walking behind, didn’t know what had happened until after a while, when they heard that an injured little dragonbird had been found.

As mentioned earlier, the meat of the little dragonbird was unusually delicious and tender, favored by the females and children of the tribe. Though they were in a hurry, they couldn’t pass up the opportunity to catch the injured dragonbird. However, its claws were sharp and dangerous, and no one could handle it immediately. Since Xiya and Moya had caught one before, they stepped forward. The weak spot of the dragonbird was its tail. Though it was called a bird, it didn’t have feathers and had a smooth, sleek body with a long tail. If they could pin down its tail, the dragonbird’s temper would cause it to lose control, making it easier to catch. Following Xiya’s advice, someone sneaked around to the back of the dragonbird and, when it wasn’t paying attention, pinned its tail to the ground with a sharp wooden spike. The dragonbird screeched loudly, but with the combined effort of the group, it was eventually subdued.

Before they could celebrate, a piercing shriek sounded from above, and a massive shadow broke through the trees, diving down at incredible speed. The group had no time to react.

Moya, closest to the dead dragonbird, was the first to be struck by the giant bird’s claws. Blood poured from his shoulder.

“Moya!” Lei Jin shouted, instinctively reaching for his bow and shooting an arrow at the dragonbird’s eye. Although Lei Jin had only practiced archery for a short time and was only decent at hitting targets, this time, he somehow managed to perform exceptionally well, shooting the arrow directly into the dragonbird’s right eye. The dragonbird, in pain, released its grip on Moya, flapping its wings fiercely, breaking the arrow lodged in its eye. It then lunged at Lei Jin.

“Lei Jin…”

“Lei Jin…”

Xiya and Moya both rushed toward him, but their speed was no match for the crazed dragonbird, which was already in a frenzy. The flight speed of an adult dragonbird was faster than that of most humans, and only the Feather Clan of the continent could keep up.

Lei Jin felt pain shoot through his shoulder as the massive claws of the dragonbird dug into him. The wind whistled past his ears as the jungle faded into the distance. At first, he could still hear Xiya and Moya calling out to him, but gradually the pain spread throughout his body, and blood soaked through his shirt. His vision blurred, and the last thought in his mind was: I guess I won’t make it back after all. Looks like this is the end for me today.

Lei Jin was awakened by the rain. The dragonbird was still holding him, flying through the air, and the rain had grown heavy. Lei Jin looked down and saw nothing but a vast expanse of water below. His arms were numb from pain, but he knew that if he didn’t escape the dragonbird’s grip in this body of water, and it took him elsewhere, his chances of survival would be slim.

With his arms hanging by his sides, Lei Jin thought of the knife that Moya had given him earlier, still sheathed in wood, which was fastened to his waist. As the water area approached, Lei Jin gritted his teeth, moved his right hand, drew the knife, and with his last strength, stabbed it viciously into the dragonbird’s abdomen.

The dragonbird let out a long cry and released its claws. Lei Jin fell straight down, crashing heavily into the water. Luckily, the water was deep enough, and he didn’t hit any rocks. He tried to move his limbs, but had no strength left. Violent water rushed into his mouth and nose, and his consciousness began to fade, feeling himself sinking deeper and deeper…

When Xiya and Moya arrived, they saw only the dragonbird in death throes at the water’s edge. Moya recognized the knife sticking out of its abdomen as the one he had given to Lei Jin. A bad feeling crept into his heart. The two of them didn’t bother dealing with the dragonbird but followed the riverbank to search. About a hundred meters from the dragonbird, they found several pieces of dried meat washed ashore.

The heavy rain had diluted Lei Jin’s scent, and the fact that he had fallen into the water made it even harder to track. Even with their keen sense of smell, the werebeasts couldn’t pick up his trail.

Strictly speaking, they were still within the jungle’s bounds. This was an area with a massive waterfall cluster, with intertwined rivers and swift currents, hidden underground rivers, and an extremely complex terrain. Lei Jin had sustained serious injuries and fallen into the water. The chances of survival were slim, and his chances of being found were incredibly low.

An Sen and An Luo arrived with a few other werebeasts. Upon seeing the situation, they understood immediately what had happened.

In such a scenario, the others were silent, unsure of what to say. Who could accept the disappearance of their mate right before their eyes? Moreover, they all liked Lei Jin, so An Sen and An Luo couldn’t offer comfort either. But as the children’s fathers, An Sen felt he had to say something.

The usually steady An Sen hesitated and then spoke, “I know how you both feel, but you can see the situation here. Lei Jin…”

“Father, please don’t say anything more. I’ve decided to search for Lei Jin, regardless of whether he’s alive or dead. I will find him.” Moya’s grip on the pieces of dried meat tightened, his expression resolute.

“Moya…” An Luo called out to him.

“Father, don’t try to stop him. I feel the same as Moya. No matter what, we have to find Lei Jin.”

“Xiya, you…”

“Let them do as they wish.” An Sen patted An Luo’s shoulder and sighed. He understood all too well. After all, he had gone through the same thing, and though he was worried about his children, he had no choice but to let them go. They had grown up, and their mate was now their responsibility. Besides, Lei Jin had risked his life to save Moya, which led to this unfortunate situation.

“You two go ahead. We’ll explain everything to your papa. Whether you find him or not, please return home early. Don’t forget that your papa is waiting for you at home.” An Sen wasn’t good at expressing affection, but the worry and love in his eyes were evident.

Xiya and Moya nodded in agreement. They immediately transformed into their beast forms and began searching down the river. The river connected to the sea, and if Lei Jin had been swept out to sea, there would be no hope for his survival.

The two searched for an entire day and night. Apart from finding a piece of Lei Jin’s clothing on a rock, they found nothing else. By noon the following day, they reached a fork in the river. The river split into two, and no one knew which direction Lei Jin had been swept towards. So, the two decided to separate and search. They both understood that if they didn’t find him within a month, it would likely be the last time they could search.

That morning, at the Tiger Clan village, the females went to the river to fetch water and saw something drifting downstream. As it got closer, they realized it was a female. Just as Jing Yue was passing by the riverbank, the females quickly called out to him.

Without hesitation, Jing Yue jumped into the river and rescued the unconscious female.

“It’s him,” Jing Yue said, placing the person on the ground and brushing aside the messy hair from his forehead. The face revealed was the same alluring female from the Leopard Clan whom he had encountered in the jungle.

“You know him, Brother?” Jing Yue’s younger brother, Jing Ping, asked when he heard his brother’s words.

“Not really. I’ve just seen him once.” Jing Yue answered.

“Oh, Brother, he looks seriously injured. We need to take him to the healer in the tribe right away.”

“En.” Jing Yue nodded, then picked up the unconscious Lei Jin and ran toward the healer’s house.

The tribe’s healer, Mu Yue, had Jing Ping help him while pushing Jing Yue out of the way. The two of them worked together to undress Lei Jin, and Jing Ping gasped in shock. The female had suffered serious injuries, with abrasions all over his body. The most severe injury was a bloody wound on his shoulder, clearly caused by something that had ripped it open.

“Is there any hope? Healer Mu Yue.” Mu Yue was the newly appointed healer of the Tiger Tribe. Though young, he was highly skilled in medicine, which was why Jing Yue had brought Lei Jin directly here.

Mu Yue did not answer immediately. He carefully examined Lei Jin from head to toe, then paused and said, “He’s very strong, still trying to hold on. I’ll apply some medicine first. These abrasions are not too bad, but the wound on his shoulder needs proper treatment. Otherwise, it’s hard to say what will happen to his arms in the future.”

Mu Yue applied the medicine to Lei Jin. Noticing he had no clothes, he found some of his own and helped him change, then called Jing Yue inside. He instructed him to take good care of him, to administer three doses of the herbs daily, and to change the medicine on his wounds every two days.

“When will he wake up?” Jing Yue asked carefully, holding Lei Jin gently as if afraid to jostle his injuries.

“This is hard to say. After all, his injuries are severe. It’s not something that one can just wake up from,” Mu Yue replied, noticing Jing Yue’s anxiety.

“I understand. One last question—adding jade mugwort to the medicine, that won’t cause any issues, right?” Jing Yue asked solemnly.

“Jade mugwort?” Mu Yue finally understood why Jing Yue was so concerned. It turned out he had been thinking of the person as his mate. Indeed, many tribes had such rules: whoever found the female first had the right to pursue them, though the final choice still lay with the female. But with Jing Yue’s good qualities, no one would likely refuse. Thinking this, Mu Yue answered, “The jade mugwort doesn’t conflict with any medicine. If you want to add it, go ahead.”

Lei Jin woke up on the evening of the fourth day after arriving at the Tiger Tribe.

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Jing Ping, who had been sleeping in the same room as him, saw Lei Jin’s eyelids flutter and quickly called Jing Yue into the room.

Jing Yue eagerly looked at the female on the bed. Lei Jin’s long lashes trembled slightly before his eyes finally opened. His once sparkling eyes now held a trace of exhaustion. His voice was a bit hoarse, but it didn’t stop Jing Yue from hearing his clear question: “Who are you?”

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The Kingdom That Never Sleeps CH 094 Pure Of Thought!

Tang Shen couldn’t figure out what Wang Zhen had done to influence the emperor’s decision. 

Of course he didn’t know that Wang Zhen had actually done nothing and was being wrongly suspected.

It turned out that Wang Zhen had simply mentioned the Silver Pull Division during a conversation with the emperor, and they had coincidentally discussed Tang Shen’s upcoming inspection of the division. The topic had been brought up by the emperor himself, and Wang Zhen had naturally joined in the conversation.

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As they talked, Wang Zhen had bowed and said, “Speaking of which, Tang daren‘s birthday is just two months away. It reminds me of my own coming-of-age ceremony nine years ago, when Your Majesty personally gifted me with a Qingdu jade inkstick. It’s truly a treasure, with its clear and luminous jade luster and fragrant ink. I took it out of storage last year and polished it, and it still looks brand new.”

Zhao Fu suddenly remembered, “It is time for Tang Shen’s coming-of-age ceremony?”

Wang Zhen confirmed that it was indeed time for the ceremony.

The emperor was lost in thought for a moment, then said, “I had forgotten. Jing Ze is only 20 years old, but I always think of him as being the same age as Fei Ran.”

As a result, the emperor issued an edict allowing Tang Shen to hold his coming-of-age ceremony in Shengjing.

The behind-the-scenes story of how this decision was made was recorded in the emperor’s “Daily Records”, but Tang Shen was unaware of it.

After receiving the edict, Tang Shen was still in a daze, but he knew that he had to start preparing for the coming-of-age ceremony. 

Yao San and Feng Bi immediately got to work, starting with a visit to the Astronomical Bureau to request an official to perform divination and select an auspicious date for the ceremony.

Ordinary people couldn’t request the services of the Astronomical Bureau, but as a fourth-rank official, Tang Shen was entitled to their assistance. The officials at the bureau were very attentive to Tang Shen’s needs.

According to rumors, the Director of the Astronomical Bureau, Li Xiaoren, had specifically instructed his subordinates to take care of Tang Shen’s ceremony, saying, “During Tang daren‘s coming-of-age ceremony he will likely receive a gift from His Majesty, so we must not be negligent.”

Tang Shen was highly valued by Zhao Fu and had been appointed to oversee the establishment of the Silver Pull Division in Youzhou before he had even reached the age of 20. His future prospects were bright, and his background was impressive. Despite his humble origins, with a prestigious teacher and a powerful senior brother, Tang Shen’s future was already brightly lit. Naturally, Li Xiaoren was optimistic about Tang Shen, willing to give him face on account of Fu Wei and Wang Zhen.

The officials at the Astronomical Bureau personally selected an auspicious date for Tang Shen’s coming-of-age ceremony, which happened to be March 6th, the day before his 20th birthday.

After the date was set, arrangements for the ceremony had to be made, including inviting guests and preparing the necessary attire and equipment.

Tang Shen then visited Wang Zhen and asked him to be his honored guest for the ceremony. 

Wang Zhen replied, “You know that the honored guest must be a person of high moral character and integrity, or at least someone without any flaws.”

Tang Shen was puzzled and asked, “Does Senior Brother have flaws?”

What? Wang Zifeng is so godly, what flaws could he possibly have? Is he too handsome? Too rich? His official position too high? Or perhaps too trusted by the emperor?

Wang Zhen pointed to himself and said, “Your senior brother, I am still unmarried.”

Tang Shen, “…”

Only now he realized that Wang Zhen was still single, even at the age of 29. Although in the modern world, there are men who remain unmarried at the age of twenty-nine, they indeed can’t really be considered early married; and it was about time they started looking for a partner.

Tang Shen said, “I know you have high standards, Senior Brother.”

“You know?”

“Yes. How can ordinary people be worthy of Senior Brother. You once mentioned that the daughter of the Minister of Works, Yuan daren, was the best among the ladies of marriageable age in the capital. But I later heard some things that made me think she might also not be a good fit for Senior Brother either.”

Tang Shen had heard that the daughter of Yuan daren loved playing a game called madiao. Just think, after dinner, his senior brother, with his refined and elegant demeanor, standing in the courtyard to paint. The night on the heavenly steps was cool as water, the perfect time to sit and watch the stars Vega and Altair as they crossed the sky. Wang Zifeng, dressed in white, looked as pure and ethereal as a celestial being, as if he could ascend to the heavens at any moment. However, the young lady Yuan suddenly called a few people to retreat to her room to play madiao. (TN: a late imperial Chinese trick-taking gambling card game.)

Tang Shen shook his head, waving away the image.

How could that young lady be worthy of his ethereal and god-like senior brother!

At that moment, Tang Shen didn’t consider the fact that Wang Zhen was not only a talented artist and writer but also a skilled and ruthless official who would kill traitorous political opponents and eliminate rebels. That young lady simply liked to play cards, your Wang Zifeng will be killing people!

Anyway, she just wasn’t worthy.

As for who was worthy of Wang Zhen, Tang Shen couldn’t think of anyone, but he was certain it wasn’t the daughter of the Minister of Works.

Wang Zhen couldn’t help but laugh and said, “If Minister Yuan were to hear you say that, it would be a bloody storm.”

Tang Shen fell silent for a moment before saying, “Senior Brother, although you are not married, you are my benefactor, and I would like to ask you to be my honored guest for the coming-of-age ceremony.”

Wang Zhen agreed, and Tang Shen felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

After returning home, Tang Shen thought about his conversation with Wang Zhen earlier that day. He called for Aunt Yao and asked her some questions. After listening to her response, Tang Shen furrowed his brow.

In ancient times, marriage was different from modern times. 

Although Wang Zhen was 29 years old, he still looked young and handsome, and his high social status and wealth made him a desirable husband for many women in Shengjing. If Wang Zhen were to marry the daughter of the Minister of Works, despite their current strained relationship, Yuan daren would likely not refuse.

However, if Wang Zhen continued to delay marriage, he might end up staying single for the rest of his life.

Tang Shen thought to himself, “Never mind, I’ll just have to take care of him in his old age.” He didn’t consider that he was only nine years younger than Wang Zhen, and it was uncertain who would end up taking care of whom in the future. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Tang Shen remembered the time he had met Wang Zhen in the garden of the Fu Residence after he had just become a tanhua. He had instinctively called Wang Zhen “dad.”

“…”

He really became Wang Zifeng’s son! 

Tang Shen’s coming-of-age ceremony was a relatively simple affair. Since his parents had passed away, and he didn’t have any elderly relatives, nor was he from an old aristocratic family so the ceremony didn’t involve many complicated rituals.

On the morning of March 6th, Tang Shen washed and dressed, and then arrived at the ancestral hall of the Fu Residence. The ceremony was being held there because Tang Shen’s own Tanhua Manor didn’t have a suitable venue.

Several officials who were friends with Tang Shen attended the ceremony to congratulate him. Due to Tang Shen’s fourth-rank official status, representatives from the Astronomical Bureau and the Ministry of Rites also attended the ceremony. In total, there were seven or eight officials wearing formal attire, standing in two rows along the stone path leading to the ancestral hall.

At the end of the path, Fu Wei stood, with Wang Zhen by his side. The air was filled with the fragrance of incense from the bronze censers.

Tang Shen, wearing a heavy, formal black robe, had his hair tied up in a knot, and he knelt before Fu Wei. Fu Wei looked at Tang Shen with a mixture of emotions, nostalgia, and joy.

Fu Wei took a deep breath and began the ceremony. Wang Zhen presented a wooden tray, and Fu Wei took the first cap, made of black hemp cloth, and placed it on Tang Shen’s head.

Fu Wei said, “I have a student, Tang Shen, who is now receiving his first cap. The Master said: ‘When a ruler employs his officials, and the officials serve the ruler, how should this relationship be managed?'”

Tang Shen responded, “The ruler treats his officials with respect, and the officials serve the ruler with loyalty.”

Fu Wei nodded, “Excellent.”

The first cap was successfully placed, symbolizing that Tang Shen was now qualified to participate in government affairs and serve the country.

Next, Tang Shen changed into a plain white robe and returned to Fu Wei, who placed the second cap, made of white deer skin, on his head. This cap represented Tang Shen’s eligibility to serve in the military and defend the country.

Finally, Tang Shen changed into a red robe and received the third cap, a red and black hat, from Fu Wei. This cap signified that Tang Shen had reached adulthood and could participate in sacrificial ceremonies.

The coming-of-age ceremony was complete, and Tang Shen stood up. Fu Wei smiled and said, “Normally, at this point, I would give you a courtesy name. However, you are not an ordinary person. You became a tanhua at the age of 16 and are now a fourth-rank official at the age of 20. You already have a courtesy name, Jing Ze. Today, I have nothing to give you, so I wrote a few characters for you instead.”

Fu Wei finished speaking, and Wen Shu presented a scroll with three characters written on it.

On the snow-white rice paper, three large characters danced gracefully, their strokes pure and exquisite as they settled onto the paper:

“The Master said, The Book of Songs three hundred, in a single phrase it can be summarized: Pure of thought.

The three characters that Fu Wei bestowed to Tang Shen were exactly “pure of thought”!

Tang Shen was moved, and he received the scroll with both hands, saying, “I will remember your teachings, Sir.”

Fu Wei stroked his beard and smiled.

The coming-of-age ceremony had come to an end, but Tang Shen still needed to host a banquet for his guests. Since most of his family members were in Gusu, only Tang Yun had traveled to Shengjing to attend the ceremony. As a result, the number of guests was relatively small, consisting mainly of officials from Shengjing.

Tang Shen busied himself, thanking his guests for their congratulations and gifts. Fu Wei and Wang Zhen sat at the main table, wearing formal attire.

As the sun began to set, lanterns were lit, and Fu Wei pointed to Tang Shen, who was busy attending to his guests. Fu Wei said, “Zi Feng, your junior brother has truly grown up. It’s been five years, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.”

Wang Zhen took a sip of wine, but not too much. The aroma of the wine on him was not unpleasant, but rather had a sweet and fruity fragrance. He followed Fu Wei’s gaze and looked at Tang Shen, who was wearing a dark red robe with his long hair tied up for the first time. A few strands of black hair fell on his forehead, and his eyes shone brightly, like stars in the night sky, especially against the dark-colored clothing.

Wang Zhen’s eyes darkened slightly, and a hint of a smile played on his lips as he lowered his head to take a sip of wine.

Fu Wei asked, “What do you think of your junior brother?”

Wang Zhen’s hand paused, holding the wine cup.

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Fu Wei picked up his own wine cup and took a sip, savoring the taste with a look of satisfaction.

Fu Wei sighed, “Pure of thought indeed!”

Pure of thought.

A pure heart harbors no filth, welcomes no corruption, and sees no evil.

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“Lu Pingfeng… maybe this was Zhuang Jie’s plan all along…”

“What?” Lu Pingfeng looked over.

“Am I important to you?” Wen Yuchi asked.

Lu Pingfeng frowned, “I’m not sure what ‘important’ means, but compared to everyone else, I’d rather be with you.”

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Wen Yuchi clenched his fists; Lu Pingfeng might not understand the meaning of importance, but he would keep alive those he valued. To protect Wen Yuchi, he’d have to fight the other heirs, possibly even kill them.

This would lead to bloodshed.

Perhaps, to protect him, Lu Pingfeng would become an executor of death.

This was what Zhuang Jie wanted—a painter who creates death.

Wen Yuchi silently resolved that he would never let that happen.

Wait… what was he overlooking…

“Zhuang He, when you took my dagger, you seemed to use your left hand.” Wen Yuchi looked up.

“I… I’m better with my left hand… so what?” Zhuang He stammered.

“So what? Remember that girl in the white dress? Her name was Xie Yun.”

Zhuang He’s face changed instantly.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about! What girl in the white dress?”

Wen Yuchi laughed mockingly, “How could you not remember? You drove a sharpened metal branch into her left side, so nervous that you even cut yourself, leaving blood on her dress. You didn’t think the police would find it, but we had an expert analyze the bloodstains and found that one drop was different.”

“That’s impossible! No way! I didn’t cut my finger!” Zhuang He shouted in panic.

Wen Yuchi tilted his head, smiling, “Oh, you didn’t cut your finger?”

Lu Pingfeng’s eyes flashed with irony, “Why not deny being at that ‘banquet’ altogether?”

Zhuang He was frozen; Wen Yuchi had tricked him.

Wen Yuchi’s expression turned cold, “Tell me, what did you do to that college girl? How many people were involved?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know! My uncle’s people picked me up for what I thought was a family dinner, and I thought he was finally considering inheritance matters! Who knew I’d be taken to a girl’s house and told I had to stab her! She’d already been stabbed several times! My uncle’s people said that if I didn’t do it, I was giving up my inheritance! They even said she’d been stabbed so many times, she wasn’t going to die from one more!”

“So where did you stab her?” Wen Yuchi asked.

“I swear, I only stabbed her thigh! That’s not fatal! I checked; she was still breathing when I left!” Zhuang He yelled, struggling.

“So you don’t know who attacked her before and after you?” Wen Yuchi asked.

“No, I really don’t know! All I know is that my uncle is crazy!”

Wen Yuchi looked at Lu Pingfeng, raising an eyebrow, “I told you you had a deranged fan, didn’t I?”

“Why would Zhuang Jie recreate the scenes in my paintings to commit murder?” Lu Pingfeng asked, meeting his gaze.

Wen Yuchi’s tone became slow, laced with sarcasm, “I heard that this wealthy man was left sterile after being plotted against in his business, so he never had children. He’s missed out on certain pleasures. Later he got cancer, and has since lived in the shadow of death—or, more precisely, in Death’s embrace. Your paintings must resonate with him.”

Lu Pingfeng gave a chilly smile, “So, what you’re saying, Dr. Wen, is that recreating the deaths from my paintings in reality could allow Zhuang Jie to experience the long-lost joy he craves.”

“Yeah, that’s what I learned in my criminology classes.”

“By using incentives, he manipulates people to carry out these killings, satisfying his need to control fate.”

“So, Mr. Lu, you not only paint but have also watched ‘Criminal Minds’?”

“No, I just put myself in Zhuang Jie’s shoes for a moment.”

At that moment, Zhuang He, above, started to whimper.

“I can’t hold it anymore… I really can’t…”

Looking up, water started dripping from his shoes.

With this outburst, everyone fell out of character.

Luo Yu and Gu Xiaowei simultaneously looked up, following the water flow. The atmosphere turned awkward in an instant.

Sheng Yunlan shouted through the megaphone, “Let him down!”

The crew rushed over, quickly lowering Huang Ling, who was hanging high. The moment his feet touched the ground, he was in tears.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

He put his hands together in apology towards Luo Yu and Gu Xiaowei, pleading with them to stop torturing him.

The crew, thinking he was apologizing for losing control of his bladder, comforted him.

“No big deal! Happens to everyone!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Just change your pants, and you’re good to go!”

Huang Ling, however, felt he had no face left to stay with the crew.

Luckily, another staff member found him a clean pair of pants, and he went to change in the bathroom behind the cabin, hands trembling.

“They’re definitely targeting me!”

At first, Huang Ling just felt scared, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

Since they’re targeting me, don’t blame me for leaking these photos!

Huang Ling took out his phone and was about to contact a gossip account he knew when someone else came into the bathroom. From the voices, it sounded like Luo Yu and Gu Xiaowei. His heart leaped, gripped by fear again.

“By the way, did our pictures really get taken?” Luo Yu asked while washing his hands.

“Do you care?” Gu Xiaowei asked.

“Nope. If it’s an ugly shot, it’ll just entertain the public. If it turns out well, it’ll save on publicity costs.”

After Luo Yu’s words, Huang Ling looked at the photos on his phone. Even though they were quick candid shots, he had to admit Luo Yu and Gu Xiaowei looked great, especially in the photo of Gu Xiaowei shielding Luo Yu from fireplace sparks which exuded a compelling vibe. With fans obsessed with shipping celebrities these days, if these photos were released, it would cause a sensation! He’d be helping them for free!

While Huang Ling was hesitating, the door of the stall was suddenly slammed, startling him so much that his phone fell to the floor.

“Hey, bigshot photographer, finished changing yet?” Luo Yu’s voice came, laughing.

Huang Ling stayed silent, holding his breath.

Luo Yu started knocking on the door playfully, drumming at one point and then strumming at another. “Come on out, we’re about to start shooting again. You don’t want us filming in the bathroom, right?”

“I… I didn’t take your pictures!” Huang Ling shouted.

Gu Xiaowei’s calm voice replied, “We don’t care if you did.”

Outside the bathroom, the script supervisor was announcing the time for the next scene.

Biting his lip, Huang Ling opened the door, only to meet Gu Xiaowei’s icy gaze. He suddenly remembered the scene where Lu Pingfeng choked Li Heng unconscious, and his neck started to ache as he struggled to breathe.

“But if you don’t focus on acting, next time, it won’t just be about holding it in,” Gu Xiaowei said.

“I… I… I promise to focus on acting!”

With that, he practically fled, giving Luo Yu a haunted look as he passed by.

Luo Yu looked puzzled, “Am I that scary? A senior brother as patient, kind, and fatherly as me, you don’t see guys like me every day! Why’s he running away?”

“Fatherly?” Gu Xiaowei raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Luo Yu. “Do I look like I need fatherly love?”

“Huh?” Luo Yu didn’t follow.

Gu Xiaowei stepped closer, and Luo Yu instinctively backed up. “In your eyes, am I that lonely, fragile, and pitiable, making your fatherly instincts overflow?”

“If I were to radiate fatherly love, it wouldn’t be directed at a guy taller, stronger, and better-looking than me!”

“Oh? Then what do you radiate towards me?” Gu Xiaowei tilted his head.

This guy… he definitely has potential to be a bad boy.

“Light and warmth… You want me to be a sun for you?” Luo Yu punched Gu Xiaowei on the shoulder and walked off.

Gu Xiaowei stood in the shadows, watching Luo Yu’s retreating figure.

Just then, Huang Ling received a call from his company. Not his agent, but the company president.

The moment he answered, he was met with a furious roar.

“Huang Ling! Are you an actor or a paparazzo? Addicted to selling photos to gossip sites?”

“I… I… I haven’t sold them yet!”

“Haven’t sold them? So you’re planning to! Listen, Xinghan and Yinchuan are top-tier production companies. Selling their stars’ photos is like declaring war on them! Don’t think you can get away with using a fake account! If these companies dig, they’ll find you. Forget about acting anymore; you’ll drag the whole company down!”

“I… I… I understand…”

“Don’t play both sides, promising me and then thinking you can get away with it! How much can you even sell the photos for? If Xinghan and Yinchuan sue, that gossip site will rat you out, and you’ll end up in court!”

Swallowing, Huang Ling stammered, “I understand! I won’t do it again!”

He’d thought he could cash in on the buzz around Yan Ye and Bai Ying, but hadn’t expected Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu to be such trouble.

And as Luo Yu pointed out, if he sold the photos, it would just be free publicity for them, and their company would follow up with a lawsuit, forcing the gossip site to reveal him as the source. He’d suffer while Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu benefited.

Just then, a crew member came over, “Huang Ling, the assistant director wants to see you.”

“I’m coming!”

The assistant director was sitting under a tree, his face looking grim.

“Did you take photos?”

Huang Ling hadn’t expected the assistant director to confront him directly and was stunned. Knowing meant Sheng Yunlan knew too. Sheng Yunlan despised actors causing trouble on set, and if the photos created a negative impact on the film, it would be the last straw.

“It’s just… Yan Ye and Bai Ying are so popular. Someone close to me is a fan, so I took some photos just to show them, not to sell.”

“I get it. But don’t let the photos spread. Delete them now.” The assistant director nodded at him.

Huang Ling quickly deleted the photos in front of the assistant director.

“In the future, if people around you are fans, ask for autographs openly like Yan Jun does. If random photos cause a misunderstanding with the director, you’ll have to leave the crew. And leaving means finding someone to reshoot all your scenes.”

With this, the assistant director gave him a way out.

Huang Ling nodded, “Understood! I’ll never do it again!”

Gu Xiaowei and Luo Yu, after retouching their makeup, headed to the next scene location, and saw this exchange on the way.

“Will Director Sheng kick Huang Ling out?” Luo Yu whispered to Gu Xiaowei.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because his terrified reaction in that scene was perfect. Replacing him wouldn’t give the same effect.”

Hearing this, Luo Yu covered his mouth, laughing.

“The sky’s getting dark.”

“Peering through the dark—that’s the effect the director wants,” Gu Xiaowei replied.

As night fell, the crew set up a tent by the stream.

In front of the tent, a bonfire burned, and a woman and two men sat around it.

These were Zhuang Jie’s adopted daughter, Zhuang Feifei, and his nephews, Ding Bing and Zhuang Chao.

Each held a weapon, resting in their laps.

Zhuang Feifei sneered, “Zhuang He screamed so pitifully just now; I wonder if those two have already finished him off?”

She used to have big, voluptuous curls and red lipstick, a free spirit. Though she was Zhuang Jie’s adopted daughter, she’d seen him only a handful of times, and each time he looked frail, making her feel uneasy. Zhuang Jie didn’t have much time left, but she wasn’t counting on any inheritance either. She much preferred a life unrestrained.

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She’d expected to attend the old man’s funeral, but upon waking, found herself on this forsaken island. She always knew the old man had mental issues, but not to this extent.

Only when she was almost killed by Zhuang He did Zhuang Feifei realize this battle for the inheritance was real.

So she promptly cut her hair and formed an alliance with the other two.

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