CHAPTER 241: CHAPTER 232 HIS BLOOD RESOLVES ALL POISONS_1

Si Yan returned. Bai Feng had already left White Eagle City, and since she needed to study the potions, she stayed in Bai Feng’s tree hollow.

Wang Dao sat inside the tree hollow, watching her bustling about.

As Si Yan prepared her potions, she mused, "Why, though? Why did I recover so quickly when I was clearly infected? Why, indeed? Why, indeed? Could it be that I am the chosen one?"

The little snake beastman watched her hurrying about, looking perplexed and inexplicably excited, and finally couldn’t hold back. He said, "Because of my blood."

"What?" Si Yan turned around.

She Wang said, "In the soup I gave you, I added my blood. I was born immune to all poisons, so I thought my blood might save you, and I tried it. Then you got better."

Si Yan was taken aback.

But the next moment, she immediately rushed out of Bai Feng’s cave and looked around. She didn’t see any beastmen.

THUMP.

It sounded like she heard something.

Si Yan ran over again but still didn’t see any beastmen.

Was she being oversensitive?

Si Yan immediately ran back and said to She Wang seriously, "Pretty Boy, let me tell you, this is very serious, extremely serious. You must keep it to yourself and not let anyone know! Including me! Ah, spit, I already know. I should never have carelessly asked you!"

The snake beastman watched her anxious and flustered demeanor.

He asked softly, "You knew my blood could cure the plague, so didn’t you ever think of having me let out blood to treat those beastmen outside?"

"Shh!" Si Yan got a bit angry. "I told you not to talk about it, yet you continue to do so."

The snake beastman looked at her intently, discerning every subtle expression on her face.

It seemed like she genuinely cared about him. But why... Why would she care about him? Just because he became her Guardian Beast? When they first met, he had been so badly injured, yet she hadn’t saved him. Why would she act this way now? He was just a cold-blooded snake beastman. His cold heart and blood didn’t warrant such concern from others.

Si Yan was no longer excited. She turned to study the herbs and said, "I’m not good with words; I can’t explain properly. In short, no matter who it was, I’d be very unhappy if they recovered by drinking your blood."

"Don’t talk about this ever again. Just pretend it never happened, okay?"

...

Bai Feng had gone out, and by evening, he had not returned.

However, several White Eagle beastmen came to Bai Feng’s tree hollow.

Three White Eagle beastmen were holding a small, frail White Eagle female cub, pleading urgently, "Miss Si Yan, is the High Priest in? Our family’s little female just hatched seven days ago, and she’s fallen ill; she’s caught the plague!"

"Seven days?" Si Yan ran over to look.

The little female cub before them was indeed very small, her life pathetically fragile. And now, this tiny, still-nursing little one already had pustules growing on her arm.

The White Eagle beastmen cried out, "We are helpless; we truly have no other way."

"She is my daughter, the cub my Mistress exhausted all her strength to birth. What do we do? She is so small; what can we do?"

"She’s seven days old; today was supposed to be the day she opened her eyes, but she still hasn’t."

"Her body is so hot. If High Priest Bai Feng does not take action, she will die."

"Miss Si Yan... do you have a way? You were infected too; didn’t the High Priest save you? You must have a way to save her, right?!"

With that, the three White Eagle beastmen fell to their knees before Si Yan.

"Please, please save our cub."

"She’s only seven days old; she hasn’t done anything wrong."

"She’s a female, oh, such a delicate little female."

Si Yan took two steps back. She bumped into the wall with a thud.

She Wang’s gaze never left her.

Whether she chose to use his blood or make any other decision, he would agree. His only mission now was to ensure her safety. As long as he was there, even if thousands of troops came, he would keep her safe.

"The High Priest is not here," Si Yan said, trembling. "I have some herbal soup the High Priest left. You can give it to her first."

"The herbal soup is useless!!"

"The herbal soup can only make us feel a little better; it’s completely useless for such a small cub!!"

"Isn’t the High Priest the beastman closest to the Beast God? He must possess Divine Power."

"Please, let the High Priest save Little Bao! We beg the High Priest to save Little Bao!"

The three male beastmen kowtowed repeatedly, clutching the cub.

Si Yan started to reach out, but faltered. She withdrew her hand. She looked dazed.

"Si Yan," Wang Dao’s voice brought her back to her senses.

Si Yan recovered.

But this time, a new depth and complexity entered her clear, pure eyes. Her tone was no longer as bright and sweet as before.

She became serious.

"The High Priest really isn’t here, and it’s useless for you to kowtow here. The little cub can’t endure such distress. The herbal soup I have here was indeed left by the High Priest; it can help stabilize her condition."

Through all these experiences, Si Yan was gradually maturing.

"Stabilize her condition? What good will that do?" the White Eagle beastman roared.

Si Yan lifted her head, her gaze now more serious and steady than before.

"If her condition is stabilized, at least the child won’t suffer so much. As long as you believe in hope, perhaps hope will come."

Though she was only six years old, her words, spoken one by one, inexplicably inspired conviction.

"Miss Si Yan?"

Si Yan portioned out the herbal soup and handed it to them. "Here is a ten-day supply."

"I believe that I, along with the High Priest, will surely find a cure for the plague within ten days."

At Si Yan’s words, the three White Eagle males, who had been on the verge of collapse, slowly regained some composure. Holding the little female cub, they left Bai Feng’s cave.

After seeing them off, Si Yan’s tense emotions gradually relaxed. Wang Dao appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

"How are you?" he asked.

They cared for their cubs, and he only cared for her.

Si Yan replied, "I realize now that Bai Feng’s work is so tiring."

Being an object of admiration is tiring, and being everyone’s hope is even more exhausting.

"Si Yan, Bai Feng has lived for hundreds of years, and you’re only six," he said.

Si Yan straightened her body. "I mustn’t sigh anymore. Sighing depletes one’s vital essence."

Si Yan gave herself a pep talk. "Come on, Si Yan, you can do it!"

Si Yan got busy again. Wang Dao followed her and asked, "That seven-day-old cub... are you really not considering using my blood?"

Si Yan’s hands, sorting herbs, paused. She looked at She Wang.

Her gaze, now much steadier, met his. She said, "Pretty Boy, this is the last time you ask me that, and it’s the last time I’ll tell you."

"Don’t even think about me using your blood to save someone. I won’t set this precedent."

If I open that door, there will be countless patients out there. Where would he get enough blood to save so many? I can’t sacrifice those close to me to save others. This choice...

She clenched her teeth.

There’s no need to choose at all!