CHAPTER 70: CHAPTER 70: IS SHE THE BEAST GOD’S MESSENGER?

Before Wen Shu could turn around, a pair of pale arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into an embrace.

Feeling the familiar scent, Wen Shu’s tense body slowly relaxed, and she wearily leaned into the male’s embrace.

But when her gaze fell into the dense forest, her empty mind suddenly conjured up the image of an elegant Black Panther falling dramatically...

The emotions she had been deliberately suppressing finally found a chance to pounce back, biting fiercely at her heart.

Wen Shu’s eyes trembled as she grasped the cool arms around her waist, trying to make a sound, but her throat ached with a choking pain.

"Nan, quickly..."

Realizing her voice was off, Nan hurriedly moved in front of her without considering the strong male scent around her.

After scanning her from head to toe, his anxious heart finally settled down.

He secretly sighed with relief, his gaze landing on her reddened nose, and his heart clenched once again, "Ashu, what’s wrong?"

Only when the gentle voice reached her ears did Wen Shu realize there was a watery blur in front of her eyes.

She raised a hand to wipe it away, but two palms gently cupped her face.

Warm fingertips brushed against the corner of her eyes, and Wen Shu’s vision gradually cleared, meeting Nan’s captivating eyes.

She bit her lip, forcing back her sobs, swallowing her trembling, and said anxiously, "Quickly... let’s go save Wu Xuan!"

An entire day and night had passed, and he was still in that wasteland full of Giant Corpse Beasts. Did her healing take effect? Did he escape? Was he...

Was he still alive?

It seemed like only then did Nan realize Wu Xuan was missing, his gentle voice now tinged with seriousness, "What happened to Wu Xuan?"

Although Wu Xuan had discovered his identity, thanks to him, Ashu was fine. More importantly...

He gazed at Wen Shu, seeing the pain in her eyes, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced with a bloody hole. If Wu Xuan died, Ashu would feel guilty for a lifetime.

And indeed, just as he thought, at this moment, merely considering the possibility of Wu Xuan’s death caused Wen Shu’s chest to ache faintly.

She tried hard to ignore the thought, grabbing Nan’s wrist and leading him deeper into the dense forest, "He fell off a cliff to save me. Nan, can you smell his scent?"

They prepared to head to the wasteland, and after searching several times nearby without success, Mious’s expression grew increasingly grim.

He pressed his lips into a straight line, walked back while blaming himself, but upon raising his eyes again, he saw Wen Shu’s anxious face.

Seeing her unharmed, walking towards him, Mious nearly stopped breathing.

He recalled how he had chosen the tribe without hesitation outside the cave and the news of losing a female, feeling like countless holes were being stabbed in his heart, making it hard to breathe.

Now, she had finally appeared again...

The string of reason in his mind finally snapped.

Mious’s figure swayed, instinctively running towards her, his arms tense and in pain, unable to suppress the urge to embrace her.

But just as he was about to get close, Nan glanced at him indifferently, suddenly picking up Wen Shu and transforming into a mighty Snowy Owl with white feathers, flying her into the depths of the forest.

Having experienced loss once, Mious’s expression turned cold, and he gave chase without another thought.

Flying along the dense forest, Nan couldn’t smell Wu Xuan’s scent, but Wen Shu, using her superior memory, recognized the cliff.

"There it is!"

She shouted loudly, and Nan immediately tucked in his wings to swoop downward.

The biting wind hit her face, causing Wen Shu a sting of pain. She buried half her face into Nan’s soft feathers, while her other eye braved the piercing wind, staring directly at the increasingly close wasteland.

The withered and curled trees knotted in lumps, the land was pitch-black as if soaked in poison, exuding an unpleasant stench.

The wasteland had not changed at all, except that all the Giant Beasts were gone, along with Wu Xuan’s body, also nowhere to be found.

As soon as they landed, Wen Shu jumped down, stumbling as she ran towards the spot where Wu Xuan had fallen, meticulously searching for his traces.

But the wind at the base of the cliff was too strong, even the mark left when he had fallen was gone.

"Where did he go... Where did he go?"

Wen Shu scooped up a handful of soil, trying to discern something, but the only thing that rushed into her nose was an irritating stench.

Warmth unknowingly trickled down her cheek, but at times like this, tears were the most useless thing.

She fiercely wiped her face, her gaze painstakingly searching the surroundings.

Nan couldn’t bear seeing her lost and disheartened, inhaling the scents carried by the wind across his nose, his gaze paused on a giant tree that had been snapped.

"Ashu, don’t worry too much," he said, gripping Wen Shu’s shoulders and pointing to the tree, "Wu Xuan escaped."

Following his fingertips, Wen Shu saw the fallen giant tree, its crown pressed against the mountain wall, surrounded by many scattered branches.

She walked over, tried to sniff a few times, her eyes welling up with a hint of moisture, and joyfully clasped Nan’s wrist, "Wu Xuan is still alive, he must still be alive!"

She looked back at Nan, wanting to ask if he could find Wu Xuan by following the trail, but when she turned her head, she saw his shaky figure.

She quickly supported him, only to find his body was frighteningly cold, and his breath was growing weaker.

"Nan, you..."

Recalling that day, Wu Xuan carried her as they fled, and she forgot to consider where Nan had gone.

Since saving Nan, this male, who was grateful to her, dared to hunt before his injuries healed just to fill her stomach.

That night, he must have also sustained serious injuries...

Wen Shu grasped Nan’s wrist, wanting to check his injuries, but he raised his hand to stop her.

He forcibly straightened up, his weak breath barely audible, "Ashu, I’m fine, it’s just that the scent is fading fast, I might not be able to help you find Wu Xuan..."

Seeing him trembling, and feeling guilty for not being able to help her, Wen Shu’s heart felt as if it was being tightly clenched, soft yet guilty.

"Knowing that Wu Xuan is still alive, I’m already very happy..."

She stopped Nan from pushing her away, slightly curved her eyebrows and eyes, and said sincerely, "Nan, I’m really grateful to you."

After speaking, she activated her superpower to carefully examine Nan’s body.

Upon seeing, Wen Shu frowned tightly.

It was too strange.

A severe injury had somehow appeared in Nan’s body, around ten years old...

But before ascending to the Fourth Rank, she hadn’t discovered it at all.

Wen Shu sensed that something was wrong, but the most important thing right now was to heal Nan.

White light floated in her palm, but the injury was harder to heal than regular injuries.

Even as her superpower approached its limit, she had only repaired a tenth of it.

She found it slightly challenging, yet didn’t notice that the treated Nan was already frozen in place.

Shock flashed in his eyes as he gazed incredulously at Wen Shu’s side profile illuminated by soft light.

It was damage caused by consuming Corpse Beast venom since childhood, and in the Beast World, no one could treat this lethal toxin.

Having repeatedly and forcibly used his superpower, he thought he wouldn’t survive this snowy season, yet after Ashu’s treatment, his injury actually improved somewhat!

Could she be sent by the Beast God?

Noticing Nan’s dazed expression, Wen Shu waved a hand in front of him, "Nan, how do you feel?"

Nan came back to his senses, but saw Mious, who had just landed in the distance.

He knew this Snake Beast’s identity, a major city heir.

These males from Beast City specialized in scheming against each other; if Wen Shu’s ability were discovered, she would surely be caught in a never-ending vortex.

He must keep Mious away from Ashu!

"I’m much better."

Nan wrapped his arm around Wen Shu’s shoulders and smiled gently at her, his peripheral vision catching Mious closing in. Transforming into beast form, he soared into the air, "I’ll take you for a spin and search for Wu Xuan again."

Wen Shu was caught off guard and quickly held onto Nan’s feathers.

Looking through the clouds, she couldn’t help surveying the ground.

They flew around the desolate lands, but even as night deepened, after circling numerous times, Wen Shu still saw not a single Beastman’s shadow.

Her eyes ached from the wind and sand, and as she rubbed them, she noticed the wings beneath her becoming more sluggish.

"Nan..."

She clutched tightly to the beast’s fur, casting one last glance at the wasteland, her voice hoarse, "Let’s go back."

The giant Snowy Owl let out a soft cry, circled slowly a few times, then headed southward.

As they completely disappeared over the wasteland’s horizon, a figure staggered out from a hidden underground cave.

The male’s corroded fingers reached out, clutching tightly at the pitch-black beast skin, wrapping himself thoroughly from head to toe.

Only a pair of dark golden eyes remained, staring longingly at the sky, unable to come back to his senses.