Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Poison Purged, Fully Healed

Transmigrated to a Primitive Tribe to Farm and Build Infrastructure

“Don’t rush—the mother parasite hasn’t come out yet,” Su Ye said calmly.

She pressed down on Bai Qing, who was about to stand up, and reminded Shen Rong not to let his guard down.

Bai Qing was startled. “Shaman, what’s in the basin if not the mother parasite?”

“Just eggs—unhatched parasite larvae,” Su Ye replied, holding the bone needle between her fingers as she continued to pierce Shen Rong’s fingertips and the webbing of his hands, squeezing as she went. They had to force out the mother parasite in one go; if it became alert, there would be endless trouble.

Shen Rong was no longer coughing up blood, but he couldn’t stop vomiting.

Meanwhile, his handsome face twisted in pain, becoming almost unrecognizable.

Anyone witnessing this scene would find it hard to stay calm.

That Shen Rong could maintain his composure was a testament to his willpower.

“Shen Rong, I need you to stir up your emotions—whether it’s desire or murderous intent, any strong emotion will do,” Su Ye urged.

The incense was almost burned out; if the mother parasite didn’t emerge soon, they’d be in trouble.

At her words, Shen Rong’s expression shifted slightly.

Although he didn’t know Su Ye’s exact reasoning, he knew he must not give in to desire.

With that thought, a terrifying murderous intent surged forth.

In an instant, the temperature in the bathroom seemed to drop by several degrees.

Bai Qing, holding the basin, was so startled he almost spilled it. Luckily, Su Ye reacted quickly, steadying his shoulder and calming him down.

Gulp—

Bai Qing’s face changed as he swallowed nervously.

Now he understood why Su Ye had warned him not to provoke Shen Rong lightly.

So this gentle, harmless man was actually a bloodthirsty butcher beneath the surface!

Su Ye rolled her eyes at Bai Qing’s pale, shifting face.

She reached out and gave him a couple of light taps on the back of his head, warning, “Focus—stop letting your mind wander.”

As Shen Rong unleashed his killing intent, the mother parasite, which had been lying dormant, began crawling through his body again. This time, Su Ye picked up her bone needle and went on the offensive.

In the bathroom, the three of them each had their own worries.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard outside the cave dwelling, the others were anxious but still managing to keep calm.

But as Shen Rong’s killing intent spread, everyone in the courtyard suddenly tensed, turning to face the bathroom on high alert.

Such intense murderous intent was far from ordinary.

“Chief—” Ya Dong called softly to Gen, seeking his opinion.

Gen shook his head and said steadily, “Stay calm. The shaman can handle it.”

Chang Xia narrowed her eyes, hiding the turmoil within. Having survived the apocalypse, she was highly sensitive to killing intent. She remembered how Su Ye had always told Shen Rong to keep his emotions steady, and now, with this sudden surge of murderous intent, she wondered if something had gone wrong with the detoxification.

Despite her chaotic thoughts, Chang Xia managed to stay put and didn’t rush toward the bathroom.

Just as Gen said, the shaman could handle it.

After all, if even Su Ye couldn’t solve the problem, what could they do by barging in?

Chang Xia tried to reason with herself to stay calm, but her breathing grew heavier and her hands twisted together tightly, betraying her inner anxiety.

“Chang Xia, calm down,” Nan Feng said, stepping forward to gently pat her shoulder in comfort. “Trust the shaman. With her here, Shen Rong will be fine.”

The bathroom was quiet, the walls muffling any sound.

Standing in the courtyard, the others couldn’t hear a thing.

The atmosphere was tense, and the killing intent in the air was only growing stronger.

In the bathroom.

Su Ye held a bone needle, focusing her mind and steadying her breath.

Her sharp eyes were locked on the mother parasite as it moved through various parts of Chen Rong’s body.

She was waiting for an opportunity—a chance to catch the mother parasite.

The killing intent Chen Rong was emitting made the mother parasite especially agitated. Even though all the other parasites had been removed, nothing had angered the mother parasite—until now. Chen Rong’s killing intent had finally enraged it.

Suddenly, the mother parasite moved to Chen Rong’s left chest.

Now’s the chance—

The bone needle in Su Ye’s fingers flashed, swiftly striking at Chen Rong’s chest.

A stab, a flick.

In one quick motion, she pried the mother parasite out of Chen Rong’s body.

“Bai Qing, get back.”

Su Ye called out in a low voice, signaling Bai Qing to retreat. She quickly grabbed a handful of white powder from the sink and sprinkled it over the mother parasite, which was still skewered on the bone needle.

Hissss—

A shrill, piercing scream rang out.

The mother parasite let out a sharp, agonized wail as soon as it touched the white powder, twisting and writhing nonstop.

Seeing this,

Su Ye plunged the bone needle, along with the parasite, directly into the pile of white powder on the sink.

In just a moment,

The mother parasite dissolved into a pool of blood, staining the white powder red.

Once she was sure the mother parasite had melted away, Su Ye finally let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow.

“It’s done,” Su Ye said. “Bai Qing, help clean up the bathroom. Before you start, sprinkle another layer of the white powder—make sure you get every corner.”

She didn’t mention the name of the white powder.

Nor did she say what it was made from.

This stuff could kill parasite bugs—and regular insects, too. But it was also somewhat toxic, so Su Ye never let the beast tribe use it. Every time she used the white powder, she’d have Bai Qing clean up afterward, just to make sure there was no residue left behind.

Bai Qing nodded seriously.

“Chen Rong, wash yourself off. I’ll have Chang Xia brew you another dose of herbal medicine. After you drink it, the rest of the parasites in your body should be gone.”

Seeing how exhausted Su Ye looked, Chen Rong accepted her kindness.

The medicine he’d drunk before had been especially bitter.

Chen Rong understood that Su Ye or Bai Qing must have done something to it.

He didn’t say anything—he just drank the medicine quietly.

To Su Ye and Bai Qing, Chen Rong was a stranger. Even though he had the blood of the Wolf Clan from the Tianlang Tribe, he could never compare to Chang Xia, who’d grown up before their eyes.

Besides, his background was suspicious to begin with.

So, when they played tricks on him, Chen Rong chose to accept it.

After all, to help him detoxify,

Su Ye and Bai Qing might have seemed calm and collected, but he was sure they’d put in a lot of effort behind the scenes.

Chen Rong was certain that if he weren’t Chang Xia’s partner, Su Ye might not have helped him at all. After leaving the Western Land’s Tianyuan Tribe, Chen Rong had wandered many places, seeking help from many shamans.

Every single one of them told him the same thing: wait for death.

There was no other cure.

Only after coming to the Misty Forest in the Eastern Land did Su Ye step in to save him.

This favor was greater than a mountain, deeper than the sea—Chen Rong would never forget it.

He didn’t say any unnecessary words of thanks, knowing there was no need.

Once Bai Qing finished cleaning the bathroom, Chen Rong began to wash himself. Out in the courtyard, people saw Su Ye step out of the bathroom and hurried over to ask how it went.

“It’s done,” Su Ye replied simply, waving everyone away.

Seeing how tired Su Ye looked, Chang Xia said softly, “Granny Su Ye, go rest in your room for a while. I’ll make you something to eat and bring it over.”

“Alright,” Su Ye agreed—she was indeed a bit hungry.

She’d spent a lot of energy detoxifying Chen Rong just now.

Seeing this, everyone quickly dispersed, letting Mu Qin escort Su Ye back to the cave to rest. The others followed Chang Xia into the kitchen. As they put it, now that Chen Rong was cured, it was time to celebrate.

Chang Xia was left speechless.

These people really would use any excuse for a feast.

Still, it was a good excuse—one she could support.

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