The Saint-Blessed Female Envoy
Jiang Xi spoke openly and confidently.
But only she knew that her face was already burning, her dark eyes flickering, reluctant to meet Lu Liufeng’s gaze directly.
She could feel his scorching gaze upon her, almost as if it were enveloping her entirely.
An invisible sense of dominance permeated the room.
Lu Liufeng’s lips curved slightly, his voice husky.
“Good.”
His heartbeat quickened as well, and a sudden urge surged within him—a desire not to leave tonight.
The room was warm, filled with the scent of the female master, wafting into his nose and making it hard to think.
Worried that he might not be able to leave if he stayed any longer, Lu Liufeng spoke:
“Then, female master, you should rest early.”
Jiang Xi made a soft sound and opened the door to see him out.
Not far away, in Mu Ling’s room, he raised his wolf paw and angrily struck the fur rug.
Everyone here was a beastman, so why was there such a difference in treatment?!
His sharp claws scraped the rug twice, leaving four scratch marks.
Perhaps… he should have stayed too?
The next morning, the snow had not yet stopped.
While having breakfast, Jiang Xi heard a commotion outside.
She instinctively looked toward Lu Liufeng.
Lu Liufeng pricked his ears, listening, but couldn’t make out what it was. Soon, Mu Ling, covered in snow, came in.
He shook off the snow and spoke.
“The Quake family’s house collapsed under the snow.”
He ran his hands through his neat gray hair, brushing off all the snow, and looked outside with a hint of concern in his wolf-like eyes.
“This winter will likely be harsh.”
Yi Yue Xi leaned lazily against his chair, holding his bowl.
“What’s there to worry about? As long as the food problem is solved, everything else is trivial.”
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced toward the female master.
But Jiang Xi didn’t notice him, because the commotion outside was growing louder.
Even Lu Liufeng stood up and looked out.
Crying mingled with the wind and snow, approaching from a distance.
Lu Liufeng pressed his lips together.
“There’s a cub that’s been injured.”
No sooner had he spoken than a group of beastmen emerged from the snow, flooding the yard.
At the front of the group, a beastman carried a bloodied little lion.
As Jiang Xi stepped forward, the beastman knelt before her.
“Saint-Blessed Female Envoy, please… save Little Di!”
Jiang Xi said nothing, kneeling down and extending her hand toward the little lion.
“Place it on the ground.”
A shimmering green light spread from her palm, surrounding the little lion.
Inside and outside the firehouse, silence fell. All the beastmen stared blankly at Jiang Xi, who was radiating green light.
Since the beastmen and females returned from Hot River Valley yesterday, they had vaguely heard that Jiang Xi had restored her externalized spiritual power.
But deep down, they didn’t want to believe it.
After all, a Saint-Blessed female—only nine exist in the entire Sacred City, and in the vast Greatwood Forest, only one.
And how could the cursed land possibly have a Saint-Blessed female?
It was said that Nanas was born with externalized spiritual power, but due to the curse, her spiritual power gradually faded.
Thus, the young generation of beastmen subconsciously believed that the curse also blocked a Saint-Blessed female’s external spiritual power, just as beastmen cannot break the fourth tier.
But clearly, that wasn’t the case.
Seeing the cub gradually regain life, Quake knelt on the ground, devout and joyous, bowing repeatedly to Jiang Xi.
“By the beast god, by the Mother Tree, thank you for the envoy’s favor.”
“Saint-Blessed Female Envoy” is the title given by beastmen and females to a Saint-Blessed female.
Wherever they are, Saint-Blessed females are treasures of the tribe.
After all, a shaman’s healing is limited. In a critical life-threatening injury like this, without the favor of the envoy, the cub would likely have perished.
Lu Liufeng pulled Quake back by the shoulder and shook his head.
“Do not disturb the female master’s treatment.”
Then he asked,
“What happened? The house was fine… how did it collapse?”
After all, the tribe’s houses are tested year after year against wind and snow—they don’t collapse so easily.
Quake wiped his tears.
“It must be a punishment from the beast god.”
“Yesterday, we transported food from Hot River Valley. The female master had us pile it in the house. This morning, it suddenly collapsed, and Little Di happened to be inside, getting trapped.”
Quake’s female master was Sena, one of the greedy females.
The surrounding beastmen’s expressions changed in unison.
Some of them, even if they hadn’t been to Hot River Valley, knew what had happened there.
The beastmen involved in the Hot River Valley incident said,
“The Mother Tree sent the envoy to solve the tribe’s food problem, yet you tried to keep all the food for yourselves! That’s why the beast god punished you!”
“Exactly! It must be a punishment from the beast god!”
The Life Mother Tree is the mother of all things.
The Beast God is the father of all beasts.
Together, they are the progenitors, protecting all.
Quake was full of regret.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone to Hot River Valley.”
Among the eight beastmen serving the female master, only one stayed home to guard; the rest went to Hot River Valley.
Although most of the initially harvested food was stolen, they later collected more at night, prepared, and transported it back.
They had piled it high in a house.
Among the crowd, a few females occasionally appeared, but Little Di’s mother, Sena, was nowhere in sight.
Quake had initially disagreed with the female master’s actions, but as her beastman, he had no right to interfere.
Why, then, had the beast god’s punishment fallen upon his Little Di?
He was filled with remorse and willing to do anything as long as Little Di survived.
Since arriving in this world, Jiang Xi had never treated such a serious injury.
Fortunately, the little lion was small, and the internal organs and muscle networks to be repaired were limited.
Otherwise, she might not have been able to save him today.
Even so, after expending all her supernatural power, she didn’t fully heal him—only stabilized his life-threatening injuries so he could survive.
The little lion opened his hazel eyes, confused. Seeing Jiang Xi’s black-and-white face, he cried out in fright and tried to run.
But the unhealed injuries caused him pain, and after only a few steps, he collapsed, whining.
Quake quickly scooped him up and looked to the envoy Jiang Xi.
“Female Envoy, how is Little Di?”
Jiang Xi, somewhat exhausted, was quickly helped to sit in a chair by Lu Liufeng.
She held the armrest and shook her head.
“He’s alive, but still needs continued treatment. Bring him regularly these next few days.”
Quake thanked her profusely and, holding the cub’s head, bowed repeatedly to the Saint-Blessed Female Envoy.
“Little Di! The female envoy saved you! You must thank her!”
The little lion paused, memories of the pain flashing in his mind.
He whimpered, then, in a childlike voice, spoke:
“Little Di thanks the female envoy.”
After thanking her, he felt guilty for having been scared of her appearance.
The female envoy is the messenger of the Life Mother Tree, the assistant of the Mother Tree’s saintly female descendants, executing the Mother Tree’s divine will on Earth.
To receive her treatment was the blessing of the Mother Tree and the grace of the Beast God; how could he fear her?
Among the onlooking beastmen, some had a much better opinion of Jiang Xi.
Now seeing that she truly was a Saint-Blessed female, the envoy of the Mother Tree, they were filled with respect and awe, and dared not speak recklessly.
As the beastmen outside the firehouse began to disperse, someone suddenly exclaimed:
“Huo Lun is back!”
