Mistress, I Was Wrong

The chapters are a bit slow since I'm focusing on lightnovelsai.com and webnovelsai.com however I will still be updating whenever possible :^) I expect to move MIWW to lightnovelsai eventually but the problem is MIWW has a HUGE character count per chapter so not viable for premium haha anyway enough rambling full chapter below

Another person, carrying a formation stone, hurried upstairs only to find the already spacious room in complete disarray.

The furniture was smashed to bits, and the floor was pitted and uneven, directly exposing the dining area below.

Diners downstairs could vaguely see dark fragments falling onto their food as loud crashing sounds echoed around.

The staircase shook ominously, giving the impression it could collapse at any moment.

Little Fatty swung a man around with one hand, creating the hole in the floor.

Seeing two more clueless individuals approach, Little Fatty lifted them high with both hands, spun several times, and then hurled them towards the doorway.

"Ah, fire."

"There's a formation in this room," observed the formation master, who was quick to notice.

Almost everything in the room that could be destroyed was already ruined, except for one spot that was still intact, "right in the northeast corner."

Little Fatty charged, knocking both men down to the floor below with a loud crash.

Dongfang Minghui looked at the devastated room with a headache, anticipating a hefty compensation in spirit stones.

She couldn't see what was happening below, only hearing loud noises.

Just as she stood up, she saw more people approaching the room.

Mason stood with two others outside the open door, stepping inside with such force that the entire room shook, causing Dongfang Minghui to fall face-first to the ground.

"Bring that formation master here."

"This is—"

"This is a freak from the Hilary Tribe," Little Colour warned in the soul sea, "be careful."

Dongfang Minghui felt overwhelmed, unsure of Little Fatty's status, yet another significant figure had arrived.

"No, what is he doing here? Doesn't the Hilary Tribe already possess the Dragon Pill?"

Being a target of robbery, they were now blatantly parading themselves.

"The entire inn is surrounded by people from the Hilary Tribe. Little Fatty managed to slip away," Little Colour commented as they were busy looking for the formation master, who was half-dead after being hit by Little Fatty, making it impossible to break the formation.

"At least he did one thing right."

Hearing that Little Fatty had escaped, Dongfang Minghui felt slightly relieved.

"Sir, those two are dead. Should we find another formation master?"

"Go."

Mason wandered around the damaged room and paced back and forth in front of Dongfang Minghui.

"I know the two ladies are in this room. Mason has a deal he wishes to discuss with you, please come out."

Dongfang Minghui rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Such a trivial matter."

Was this man truly unaware or just pretending?

His bold appearance at the inn was a clear signal to those coveting the Dragon Pill that it was here…

They were already in a precarious situation due to the Eye of Truth, and now with the addition of the Dragon Pill, they were attracting everyone in Darray City who coveted these treasures.

In an instant, the inn had become a battleground for treasure hunters.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but touch her forehead, "Little Colour, is there any good solution now?"

"First, delay the time and let your Seventh sister open this iron box."

"Right, by the time they bring the formation master, it's still uncertain whether they can break Seventh sister's barrier."

Dongfang Minghui comforted herself, going out now might not effectively delay them, and she could likely be held hostage by this beastman named Mason, which would then threaten Seventh sister.

That would be a loss far outweighing any gain.

At first, Mason tried to persuade them, but after an hour, his calm facade crumbled, "You two go check, why hasn't the formation master arrived yet?"

The two beastman warriors guarding outside quickly left, and returned about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, bringing with them a smell of blood.

"Sir, we are still searching. Also, our people encountered an attack outside."

"Do you know who attacked us?"

"People from our own tribe."

Dongfang Minghui was taken aback, initially thinking it was members of the Hillary tribe killing each other.

It was only after Little Colour explained did she realize it was people from the beast tribes, "Could it be Harlow from the Cyril tribe?"

"Who knows, best if they bite each other."

"Indeed."

Under their hopeful gaze, Mason could only hold out for about two more hours.

After much persuasion, he finally had to say, "Mason here would like to owe two favors to the ladies. The Dragon Pill combined with the Eye of Truth can have unexpected effects. You ladies holding the Eye of Truth, and I having the Dragon Pill, cooperation is the best choice. I hope you ladies will consider this carefully, and Mason will visit another day."

After saying this, Mason, along with two others, jumped directly out of the window in their room, very swiftly.

Outside, a fierce battle ensued, destroying half of the Guest Inn.

The fight lasted until deep into the night, only quieting down when all was silent.

Then Dongfang Minghui heard the innkeeper wailing like a ghost.

"That Mason's words sounded very sincere."

Dongfang Minghui mused.

Before, she had never thought of putting the two treasures together, but one after another, people kept whispering about these treasures in her ear, "Seventh sister had also guessed that the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth are related, and Nangong Yuntian also revealed that these two items were made by the same person. The person who sent these items to the Yuntian Pavilion auction really had a good idea…"

It stirred up a storm of blood and violence, yet the person behind it never showed their face.

"Ah."

A fiery red fat mouse appeared in front of her.

Dongfang Minghui reached out to touch it, but found a barrier stopping her.

The fat mouse scurried around in front of her, suddenly realizing it couldn't find the way back.

"Wow, not returned for a day, how did this room get so damaged?"

Mu Sheng couldn't help but shake his head, "Little mouse, what are you doing?"

The little mouse went to get help, bringing back Qianzi Yan and Mu Sheng, which was beyond Dongfang Minghui's expectations.

Qian Ziyan stared intently, "It's the fluctuation of the formation; she is looking for the entrance."

"Ah? A formation?"

Mu Sheng immediately understood.

Someone was in that only well-preserved place, "Minghui and Sister Wanyu are inside the formation, why don't they come out when they see us?"

The little mouse instantly transformed into a human form, chubby, with small hands touching all over the barrier, yet feeling nothing, and soon started to get anxious, continuously making noises.

Mu Sheng's question reminded Qian Ziyan, "Let's wait a bit."

Seeing Little Fatty pacing back and forth in front of the formation, Mu Sheng hurriedly picked her up, thankful that Little Fatty had learned to conceal her aura; otherwise, Mu Sheng would have definitely been scorched, "Don't worry, Minghui and Sister Wanyu will come out soon."

This "soon"…

Lasted until the next day's afternoon.

The innkeeper tried several times to cause trouble but was sent away by Mu Sheng using spirit stones.

The last time, Mu Sheng spoke righteously, "I will compensate you three times the market price for the damages inside this room. If you still want to cause trouble, don't blame me for being rude."

After a railing was broken by Mu Sheng's little green vines, the innkeeper dared not come up again.

Holding the sleeping Little Fatty, Mu Sheng muttered to himself, "It seems that with such people, you need to show some force to make them behave."

He believed he had given enough compensation, but the other party was still not satisfied, coming over every so often, which was very annoying.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but laugh and cry upon hearing this.

To be able to irritate Mu Sheng, who was usually good-tempered, the innkeeper really had some skill.

"Uncle, why haven't Sister Wanyu and Minghui come out yet? Did something happen?"

Mu Sheng had waited all night, almost running out of patience.

Outside, it seemed calm, but it was actually the quiet before the storm.

"Wait a bit longer."

Qian Ziyan also took the opportunity to go outside and found out a lot had happened in these two days and nights that they couldn't have anticipated.

The Yuntian Pavilion was burned, the Return Inn was destroyed, and both the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth appeared…

These rumors spread like paper into every corner of Dalar City.

If not for Little Fatty sneaking out to inform them in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have known so much had happened.

Just then, Dongfang Minghui heard a slight ‘click', "Seventh—"

After opening the iron box, Qian Wanyu took out a stone embedded with an eyeball from the green stone, "Is this the Eye of Truth?"

Up close, it wasn't as shocking as it seemed from afar.

The two moved closer and realized that the so-called Eye of Truth was still closed, "Seventh sister, how do we open this eye?"

Imagine, an eye not far from you, a living eyeball, just thinking about it was creepy.

Just after she finished speaking, Qian Wanyu released her spiritual power to tightly envelop the stone, and the eyeball slowly began to open.

Dongfang Minghui was truly startled, only to see a beam of light refracting from those blue pupils, covering the barrier in front of them.

"Wanyu, Minghui, why are you both sitting on the ground?"

Dongfang Minghui was frightened; the light had an eerie quality, and when it swept over, she thought she might lose something and naturally plopped down on the ground.

She reached out her hand, and Little Fatty, who was in Mu Sheng's arms, promptly ran over and pulled her up.

"This is—the Eye of Truth."

Qian Ziyan approached with a slight astonishment, without the support of spiritual power, it closed again.

Although it was just a brief glimpse, he could clearly discern the eye embedded in the stone, and he sighed, "The Eye of Truth can indeed break through formations, truly living up to its reputation."

Qian Wanyu locked it back in the box, which could completely shield the aura of the Eye of Truth, quite conveniently, "How did you guys come back?"

"Seventh sister, it was Little Fatty who brought them here."

Dongfang Minghui touched Little Fatty's smooth head, noticing that everyone else was bald, except for a soft, hair-like substance that seemed to be growing on Little Fatty's forehead, "Little Fatty is growing up."

"Ah."

Yes.

"Such a good boy."

Dongfang Minghui kissed her little cheek, suddenly feeling a sense of motherhood, she quickly shook off the strange feeling, comforting herself, "It must be because I haven't seen Toothless for a long time."

That little thing had been calling her mother since it was young, but then suddenly left home without a word.

Qian Wanyu stood up, "We can't stay in this room, let's switch to another."

The innkeeper, who had just been frightened by Mu Sheng, was distressed when he heard they wanted to change rooms, but due to the pressure, he had no choice but to arrange another room for them.

Qian Ziyan took a quick look; the layout of the rooms was the same, only switching from the left side to the right, he disagreed, "You should continue staying here, those who want the Eye of Truth will come again."

By then, the entire inn might be reduced to ashes.

"Ah, Seventh sister, actually, the leader from the Hilary Tribe also visited our room."

"What did he come for?"

Qian Wanyu was somewhat influenced by him, having seen him once in the Hilary Tribe, a relentless madman.

She poured herself a glass of water, pondered for a moment, listening to Ninth Sister recount what happened during the time she was picking the lock.

After listening silently, Qian Ziyan spoke first, "Your mother also heard from the Night Fox clan that by gathering both items, one could obtain the map to the Dragon Clan's territory."

"I know."

Qian Wanyu fiddled with the water glass in her hand, "Since this Mason wants to cooperate, then we might as well cooperate with him."

"Seventh sister, Mason is a freak, shouldn't we reconsider?"

"Only by deciphering both the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth can we possibly uncover what the person spreading these rumors really wants to do."

Qian Wanyu said calmly, "We can't let him keep leading us by the nose."

The opponent went to great lengths to auction, destroy the Cloud Pavilion, and now has revealed even greater uses for the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth…

Everything seems like a setup, and being in the game, we naturally have to follow the play.

"It's too dangerous, your mother ordered me to take the Eye of Truth from your hands and give it to her, she will handle everything."

"Uncle, since it's so dangerous, let's not involve my mother. If everyone figures out our situation, it wouldn't be good."

Qian Wanyu naturally wouldn't agree to it.

"Wanyu."

"Uncle, I've made up my mind."

The two were at an impasse, holding their ground over the whereabouts of the Eye of Truth.

"Sorry to disturb you," Mason said, more subdued this time, dressed in a large black robe that covered his entire figure, with only two people following him, different from the two from yesterday, all clad in black robes.

The shopkeeper chased after them, unable to offend either party, and after witnessing a brief moment of peace between the two sides, he sighed and went downstairs.

Mu Sheng saw his hurried steps and guessed he was probably looking for a place to hide.

At first glance, Dongfang Minghui thought another Death Spiritual Master had arrived.

Qian Wanyu glanced at him irritably, "If you know you're disturbing us, you should have the sense to leave."

Mason laughed heartily, quickly composed himself, and said seriously, "Miss Qian, I sincerely came to cooperate with you."

"Cooperate?"

Qian Wanyu glanced at Qian Ziyan, "How convenient, I too am looking to cooperate with the owner of the Dragon Pill. I've seen your sincerity before, but I'm not sure if your idea of cooperation matches what I have in mind."

Qian Ziyan had no choice but to sit back down.

Mason looked at everyone present, "Miss Qian, this isn't the best place to talk. Jacob, that madman, has been hovering around me lately. I'm afraid if I stay here any longer than expected, everyone will know that the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth are at the Huiyun Inn."

"You want to change locations?"

Qian Wanyu cut to the chase, "How do I know you're not planning to ambush me somewhere unfamiliar?"

"Miss Qian jests. If I wanted to ambush you, would I have waited until now?"

A glint flashed in Mason's eyes, which Dongfang Minghui saw clearly.

He definitely had designs on the Eye of Truth, but as the owner of the Dragon Pill, he was in no position to act and had to settle for cooperation.

"Maybe," Qian Wanyu said frankly, "I'm very suspicious by nature. To ensure a good start to our cooperation, I think I should choose the location. Do you have any objections?"

Mason was very confident, not believing that the four people present could ambush him, so he agreed readily.

Qian Wanyu pondered for a moment, then suggested with a smile, "How about we meet tomorrow, thirty meters north of Darray City, in an open area? If you're doubtful, feel free to send someone to scout the area first."

Dongfang Minghui stood behind her, unable to see Seventh sister's expression, but could guess that Seventh sister was acting nonchalant.

Indeed, that area was an open field, and anyone unfamiliar with the terrain could be easily fooled.

But the people brought by Qian Mama were probably hidden there.

Was Seventh sister planning to completely break ties with the Hilarys tribe?

After agreeing on the time and place, Mason left with his people, and the room remained silent for a long time.

Dongfang Minghui was full of questions, but she hadn't sorted them out yet and hesitated to ask.

"Wanyu, what exactly do you want to do?"

Qian Ziyan also couldn't figure out Qian Wanyu's intentions.

"Of course, to cooperate."

Qian Wanyu said matter-of-factly, "If all goes well, we will know the connection between the Dragon Pill and the Eye of Truth by tomorrow."

No one present believed that tomorrow's cooperation would start simply.

After resting for a night, the four of them left the inn as if nothing had happened.

Before leaving, they settled all the debts, including damages from the past few days, almost prompting the innkeeper to hang a sign saying—Happy to see the disaster gods leave.

Seeing the innkeeper's tearfully joyful expression, Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Seventh sister, do you plan not to come back after the cooperation?"

"Yes."

Mu Sheng secretly watched them, still remembering what Wanyu said in the cave that day—"Mother has promised me to her, is that okay?"

That ‘her' was Minghui.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it should be Wanyu marrying Minghui, not Minghui marrying Wanyu.

Mu Sheng didn't realize that his thoughts had shifted from the impossibility of a relationship between two women to who should marry whom.

He kept watching and noticed that it was mostly Minghui chattering beside Wanyu, asking questions, while Wanyu occasionally gave answers that weren’t really answers, yet with a patient and indulgent expression.

"Why didn't I notice it before?"

Mu Sheng fiercely smacked his head, realizing that there were clear signs all along, but when they were together before, he only felt that the sisters had a strangely good relationship.

Seeing Mu Sheng muttering to himself and following behind them, Qian Ziyan shook his head helplessly, pausing slightly as the wind picked up.

"Seventh sister, are you saying that turtle is very scheming?"

Qian Wanyu suddenly grabbed Dongfang Minghui's hand, pulling her into an embrace, "Someone is coming, take care of Little Fatty."

"Ah, so soon."

They had just left Dalaicheng, and there was still a long way to the agreed place, yet suddenly there were more people.

The newcomer was very open and unhidden, Dongfang Minghui was surprised because the people surrounding them were from the Cyril tribe, and the young Harlow, who looked quite handsome from a distance, would probably be more likable if his eyes didn’t emit such a sharp light.

"Hand over the Eye of Truth."

Qian Wanyu sneered, "If you're capable, you could ambush Mason here and take the Dragon Pill from him. Ambushing us, aren't you afraid it will ruin your cooperation with the Kas Tribe?"

Harlow, already half-beast, seemed unwilling to waste even a moment.

However, upon hearing her words, he abruptly reverted to human form, his face turning ashen, "Who are you? You think by mentioning the Kas Tribe I wouldn't dare touch you?"

Qian Wanyu unleashed her full spiritual power, "If you can defeat me, I will hand over the item to you. If you lose, get as far away as you can."

Whether it was the Cyril Tribe or the Hilarys Tribe, Qian Wanyu had no fondness for them, stemming from her experiences when she first arrived at the beast tribes.

"Seventh sister, beat him hard."

Best to beat him until even his parents wouldn't recognize him.

From what Karu said, this young man was extremely arrogant, capable of taking on ten of the beast tribe alone, making him a tough opponent.

If not dealt with decisively now, he would only cause more trouble later.

Dongfang Minghui, holding Little Fatty, stood aside, only to be suddenly struck by an arrow from behind.

"Ah."

Someone attacked.

Dongfang Minghui, holding Little Fatty, dodged and rolled, but the arrow seemed to tail them, striking repeatedly, "You dare to ambush us."

Qian Ziyan released the iron box on his back, and a cloud of dust and sand swept through.

"Such strong wind."

Qian Wanyu watched Harlow coldly, her spiritual power instantly transforming into aggressive dark energy.

Harlow was surprised, but suddenly reverted from his beast form, shouting angrily, "Who among you acted? Step forward and end yourself."

"Sir, without your command, we wouldn't dare to make a move."

His men all stood aside, none had moved, but the arrows were cleverly shot from their position.

If not looked at closely, it was hard to tell.

Harlow then realized, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, "Let's cease fire for now, I will give you an explanation."

Qian Wanyu glanced coldly, "Fine."

She wasn't someone to be easily provoked.

The arrows targeted Dongfang Minghui and Mu Sheng, always narrowly missing, creating a heart-stopping scene.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but angrily say, "Picking on the weak."

"Ah."

Little Fatty, facing the arrows, swiftly darted into the bushes, and soon the clump of grass caught fire.

Several people were exposed.

Little Colour's tendrils shot into the bushes, pulling out several people.

At Harlow's command, his group instantly transformed into beasts and pounced towards the hidden attackers, with one figure moving faster than them all, dragging a person quickly in front of Dongfang Minghui.

"Shaman."

Dongfang Minghui was slightly startled and looked up to see who it was.

The person had grown much more robust than when she had left, his skin tanned, but his eyes were even brighter, "Leen?"

"Um."

Leen smiled warmly, nodding vigorously at her.

"I didn't expect you to have grown so much, Leen."

The once frail boy seemed to have grown up overnight.

Not only that, he was now a head taller than her, and she hadn't been sure it was him at first glance.

"Xiao Pang really misses you."

After saying this, Leen's face turned half red.

Qian Wanyu looked at Leen with a cold gaze and took Dongfang Minghui's hand, "Besides your hand, did you get hurt anywhere else?"

Dongfang Minghui shook her head blankly, and the wound on her hand was healing at an astonishing rate.

She quickly withdrew her hand, "Seventh sister, who are these people?"

"The mastermind behind the scenes."

Qian Wanyu squatted down with a smile, pulled a sharp arrow from the man's body, the arrowhead black and coated with deadly poison.

She twisted her wrist slightly, driving the arrow deep into the man's arm.

"Ah—"

"Shooting hidden arrows, you guys shot too early."

Qian Wanyu said with a smile.

As she pulled out the arrow and slid it away, the man's eyes widened and he fell to the ground, breathless.

At the same time, Harlow and his group had thrown out most of the people hiding in the shadows.

Harlow transformed into a lion, his golden fur as conspicuous as his blond hair.

"Thank you."

Qian Wanyu noticed that these people were still breathing, which was exactly what Harlow had just mentioned.

Harlow glanced slightly, noticing Leen standing beside them.

He pounced, but Leen quickly dodged back.

Dongfang Minghui noticed that Lian's steps were clearly in sync with Seventh sister, "He has also learned to shrink the ground into inches."

"Roar—"

"Um."

Qian Wanyu nodded slightly, watching the two leave before saying, "Leen has great talent, his growth is beyond my expectations."

Dongfang Minghui felt somewhat envious, as not many people received praise from Seventh sister, "Seventh sister, if you keep praising him like this, I might get jealous."

Qian Wanyu raised her hand and vigorously ruffled her lover's hair.

She was the one who got jealous, especially since that boy's gaze at Ninth Sister was really annoying, "If he is here, Karu should also be around."

Harlow forced Leen to make a move, but Leen dodged every time, his agility making Harlow very envious.

In the end, Harlow, dissatisfied, transformed back into human form and said, "If you're a man of the Beast Tribe, then fight, what's the point of dodging back and forth?"

Leen's gaze subtly shifted towards the two in the middle of the field, quickly leaving Harlow behind.

"This little brat."

Harlow had apparently already put the battle with Qian Wanyu behind him, "Hey, are we still fighting?"

Qian Wanyu estimated the time, "No, you've wasted too much time, the hour I agreed upon with them is almost here."

"Let's go."

"Mm."

Harlow scratched his head, and after a while cursed, "Damn, these troublesome people."

"Leen, how did you know we were here?"

Dongfang Minghui had been looking for a while and hadn't seen Karu, nor had anyone from the Kas tribe appeared, so she couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It was Karu who came back and said you were at the Return Inn."

Leen had an iron bow on his back, which seemed to be made of mysterious iron, and the arrows in his quiver were sharpened even more, a far cry from the stumbling boy who struggled to survive back then.

Qian Wanyu, however, understood that Leen was a Wind System Spiritual Master with exceptional hearing.

He must have not only heard Karu's words but perhaps also Harlow's orders, which is why he quietly followed.

"There's one thing, after this is over, you need to confirm with Karu," Qing Mo instructed.

"Mm."

Dongfang Minghui remembered that Leen had come over through the trading market and then met up with Karu and the others, "Leen, this trip is fraught with danger, you might want to go back for now, to avoid getting involved later."

"I'm not afraid," Leen shook his head firmly.

"Leen, you don't understand, what we're about to face next might—" Dongfang Minghui knew he was stubborn, but still tried to persuade him.

"Ninth Sister," Qian Wanyu smiled, "Since Leen wants to follow us, don't stop him."

Leen nodded slightly towards her, but he didn't follow her around calling her master like he used to.

The journey that followed went smoothly, without encountering any strange incidents.

Qian Ziyan arrived at the destination, the surroundings were indeed empty, with only some grass and hardly a few big trees, truly open and unobstructed, "Wanyu, are you sure they will come on time?"

"Wait, I only cooperate with the owner of the Dragon Pill."

Dongfang Minghui snickered, Seventh sister was cursing that the Dragon Pill in Mason's hands might be taken by someone else, "Then we'll wait a bit longer."

Leen had always been by her side, watching her hold a Little Fatty whose eyes were lively, darting here and there.

"Shaman, I just heard you call her Little Fatty."

"Yeah, that's right, what about it?"

Dongfang Minghui seemed very calm, even pinching Little Fatty's paw to wave at him, "By the way, Leen, since you are from the beast clan, why haven't I seen you transform?"

Leen's expression darkened, and he slightly turned his body as if to shield something.

It was the first time Dongfang Minghui saw the usually honest Leen change his expression, and she quickly wondered if she had said something wrong.

Sometimes she spoke without thinking, and hurriedly sought advice in her soul sea, "Little Colour, what should I do?"

"Most of the beast clan can transform, but there are also ordinary people who cannot," Little Colour explained matter-of-factly, "Ever since you saw this kid, hasn't he always been just a person carrying a bucket of wooden arrows?"

"Right, Leen has never transformed in front of us, sigh," Dongfang Minghui muttered, "But, Leen is extremely talented, how could he be an ordinary person?"

"That's something you'll have to ask him."

That was stating the obvious, asking around only to come back to the same question.

"Leen, tell me about Little Fatty, how is it doing now?"

Dongfang Minghui had entrusted him with the care of two battle beasts.

"Little Fatty is doing well, it has become a father."

"Ah, a father?"

Dongfang Minghui's eyes widened, unable to imagine that the chubby little guy had become a father, "Are the little ones just like it?"

Speaking of Little Fatty, a smile appeared on Leen's face.

At the market, there were only two battle beasts, but these two little guys did well, somehow luring back a dozen more battle beasts home in just half a year.

Battle beasts are precious, and in the market, they are treated much better than ordinary people.

As the one who took care of them closely, Leen felt it the most.

Facing those occasionally cute and well-behaved little ones, something in his heart would always soften.

He cared for them day and night, worrying about this and that.

If they were ever sick, he would be incredibly anxious.

In this agreed place, everyone was originally on edge, but listening to Leen talk about the battle beasts, they unknowingly let their guard down.

Mu Sheng was extremely curious; he had only heard of battle beasts but had never seen one.

"Ah, Little Fatty actually lured back one of its own kind, that's great."

Dongfang Minghui had always thought that the little guy, aside from eating and occasionally being cute, would also consider its own lifelong matters… truly, appearances are deceiving, "When we get back, I want to go see Little Little Fatty."

"Little Little Fatty is even greedier than Little Fatty, now completely round."

Leen thought of the little one who, if it hurried, would just roll on the spot, rolling straight over.

"Hahaha, that's so fun."

Qian Wanyu also didn't expect those two battle beasts to have caused so much trouble.

A casual action back then had led the market to start breeding battle beasts.

Hearing the news, she sensed a group of people rapidly approaching their location, "Alright, everyone, sit still, they're here."

"Hmm."

Leen's gaze circled around Little Fatty, "Shaman, whose child is this?"

Without a second thought, Dongfang Minghui answered, "He's mine, isn't that right, Little Fatty?"

Little Fatty tilted his head, sizing up Leen, "Ah."

Yes.

It was still Mason who came, Qian Wanyu looked at him and the group behind him with a calm face.

The group had blood stains on them and their clothes were disheveled, indicating they had encountered an attack by Harlow just before passing through the area they had come from, though it was unclear why Harlow had attacked.

She spoke lightly, "You are beyond the agreed time."

Mason, with his thick eyebrows and intense eyes, frowned, giving off a fierce look, "Miss Qian, please forgive us, we encountered some rats on the way here, which caused the delay."

"Ha, rats."

"What do you mean by cooperation?"

"Miss Qian, it would be very difficult for just a few of you to protect the Eye of Truth," Mason said bluntly, his dark gaze lingering on Leen, because when he had agreed on the time with Qian Wanyu yesterday, there were only a few people in the room, but today there was an extra person unexpectedly.

He was arrogant, but also very suspicious.

Otherwise, with so many people vying for the Dragon Pill, it would still end up in his hands.

"Who is this—?"

"Whether we can protect the Eye of Truth is not something to be claimed by mere words," Qian Wanyu rebuked, "Otherwise, how about we have a match first, and then decide who can truly protect the Eye of Truth?"

Mason frowned, dueling was not his intention, and he rarely saw a girl who loved to duel, "Miss Qian, this is a matter of great importance, I, Mason, swear by the name of the Beast God, that after finding the treasure, I will share it equally with you."

"Beast God?"

Qian Wanyu laughed, "The Beast God will surely bless the people of your beast tribe, but not us, so, sorry, if your so-called cooperation is just for me to hand over the Eye of Truth, then our cooperation ends here."

Dongfang Minghui hugged Little Fatty, who turned around and rested his chin on her shoulder, seemingly looking at something, just murmuring softly.

Qian Wanyu signaled with her eyes, and Qian Ziyuan, along with Mu Sheng, turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Mason and his twenty or so men forcefully pushed them back a step, Dongfang Minghui said displeased, "If soft tactics don't work, you resort to force?"

Leen took the bow from his back, and unexpectedly shot an arrow into the sky.

"Who are you signaling to?"

Mason was furious.

"Can you really force us to hand over the Eye of Truth with so many people and not allow us to call for reinforcements?"

Leen retorted sharply.

Qian Wanyu glanced at him unexpectedly, "The more the merrier."

When the chaos starts, those who fish in troubled waters will take the chance to show themselves.

"Hand over the Eye of Truth to me."

Mason was getting anxious, and seeing this, he transformed into his beast form, his claws slashing towards Qian Wanyu.

"Seventh sister, be careful."

Qian Wanyu was well-prepared, her Water Thunder Whip lashed out unceremoniously, hooking off a chunk of flesh from his claw, leaving it bloody and mangled.

At the same time, Mu Sheng and Dongfang Minghui leaned on each other, spreading a vast net of vines with the help of Little Colour and Little Green, "Should we let Little White scatter some sleeping powder?"

"No, it wouldn’t be fun if we just knock them out."

Then it wouldn't be a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, but them struggling to deal with the people following Mason.

"Ah, Little Fatty, where are you going?"

Leen had been standing by her side, his arrows striking with unerring accuracy.

The beastmen hit by his arrows lay on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

Dongfang Minghui asked, "Did you add something special to these arrows?"

"Yes."

"Not good, there’s a fire!"

Little Colour and Little Green’s vines swiftly dispersed, retreating into their respective soul seas.

Small sparks began to dot the continuous grassland, and the fire quickly grew fierce, burning its way towards them.

The blazing flames were interspersed with streaks of golden fire.