Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Bonus Update for &Sha&'s Reward

“The small river—”

“Wei River, Wei Mountain.”

“Changxia, are you thinking of going to Wei Mountain?”

Feng Ye looked at Changxia seriously. Wei Mountain was no ordinary place—even the totem warriors couldn’t conquer that mountain range.

With Changxia’s limited skills, going into Wei Mountain would be suicide.

“Wei Mountain? Changxia, you want to go there?” Nan Feng looked at her in surprise. Wow, she hadn’t expected Changxia to be so ambitious—she actually wanted to go into that haunted place?

Wei Mountain held secrets—big secrets.

Everyone in the Misty Forest Beast Tribe knew that.

The invited Heluo Tribe and the powerful clans of the Misty Forest Beast Tribe had all sent totem warriors into Wei Mountain, but no one had ever uncovered its secrets.

They couldn’t even figure out the mysterious fog and miasma that shrouded the mountain.

Gradually, Wei Mountain faded from discussion.

Except for the Heluo Tribe, the other beast tribes stopped mentioning it.

“Changxia, Wei Mountain is dangerous. Why do you want to go there? Who told you about it?” Nuan Chun asked, her face stern as she swept her gaze over Shan Kun and Ya Dong. Changxia shouldn’t have known about Wei Mountain, so someone must have mentioned it in front of her.

Shan Kun stiffened and said awkwardly, “Kong Shan and I just mentioned it in passing…”

Nuan Chun and Feng Ye shot the two of them a warning look. The message was clear: they knew Changxia was curious, and yet they brought up Wei Mountain in front of her.

Were they looking for trouble?

If the tribe found out about this, they’d probably get a beating.

“Don’t worry, I’m not planning to go into Wei Mountain right now,” Changxia explained.

Nan Feng snickered, “Not now? So you’re planning to go later? Changxia, even the tribe’s totem warriors don’t dare approach Wei Mountain lightly. What makes you think you can go? Wei Mountain isn’t like Hongye Ridge or the Rocky Flats—you could die in there.”

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“What Nan Feng said isn’t just to scare Chang Xia. With Chang Xia’s weak constitution, if she goes to Wei Mountain, there’s an eighty to ninety percent chance she won’t make it back alive.”

“Can someone explain what’s going on with Wei Mountain?” Shen Rong asked in a low voice.

Seeing the serious expressions on Feng Ye and the others, Shen Rong became even more cautious about Wei Mountain. He interrupted their discussion about Chang Xia.

“Wei Mountain isn’t far from Bai Lake.”

Feng Ye glanced at Chang Xia, then fixed her gaze on Shen Rong and began to explain the origins and mysteries of Wei Mountain.

“Wei Mountain is shrouded in fog and miasma all year round. The deeper you go into the mountains, the colder it gets. Some of the beastfolk even wonder if ice crystal grass grows there. Because of this, countless beastfolk have tried to explore Wei Mountain, including some powerful totem warriors.”

“The fog and miasma form the first barrier of Wei Mountain. Beastfolk who are weak will fall at this first hurdle. The stronger ones can make it to the second barrier: the Poison Ring. That’s right, the second barrier is called the Poison Ring by the beastfolk of Misty Forest. Once you step into the Poison Ring, you’ll encounter countless poisonous creatures—both animals and plants. Almost everything living within the Poison Ring is highly toxic.”

Feng Ye’s tone was cool and calm as she described the dangers of Wei Mountain.

“If there’s a first and second barrier, does that mean there’s a third?” Shen Rong asked, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re right, there is a third barrier,” Feng Ye nodded, confirming his guess. “But no one knows what the third barrier is. No one has ever made it that far.”

“…” Shen Rong was silent, quietly watching Feng Ye.

“Shen Rong, Feng Ye isn’t lying,” Kong Shan explained. “No beastfolk from Misty Forest has ever made it past the Poison Ring. The shaman once wanted to enter Wei Mountain, but all the beastfolk opposed it. The shaman is too important—no matter how valuable the ice crystal grass might be, the tribe would never let the shaman risk going into Wei Mountain.”

“Damn—” Chang Xia muttered under her breath.

She looked up, her eyes dull as she stared at Shan Kun and Kong Shan.

These two hadn’t mentioned the Poison Ring at all earlier—what was that about? If she’d known Wei Mountain was this dangerous, she’d never have dared to go near it!

“Chang Xia, we didn’t mention the Poison Ring because we knew you wouldn’t take the risk,” Shan Kun said.

Chang Xia couldn’t even pass the basic training at the training grounds—how could the tribe let her go to Wei Mountain? Not mentioning it was just to let her have something to look forward to.

Of course, there was also a bit of selfishness involved.

With Chang Xia’s uncanny luck, maybe she’d discover Wei Mountain’s secret without even setting foot in the Poison Ring.

“Shan Kun, let’s have a little spar later—” Feng Ye said coldly.

As she spoke, her icy gaze swept over Kong Shan as well. These two idiots actually encouraged Chang Xia to go to Wei Mountain—were they looking for trouble?

If the tribe elders found out…

These two would probably get beaten to death as a warning to others.

“...Can I refuse?” Shan Kun asked nervously.

Feng Ye grinned, her smile dangerous as she said softly, “What do you think? Don’t worry, Kong Shan will keep you company. I won’t go too hard on you—after all, the weather’s nice lately, and once we’re done with Chang Xia, you two should go out hunting or dig up some reed roots or something…”

The more Feng Ye said, the more nervous Shan Kun and Kong Shan became.

Nuan Chun just pretended not to hear anything, as if none of it concerned her.

Meanwhile, Nan Feng looked eager to join in—she’d probably be happy to kick them while they were down when Feng Ye started. She glanced at Ya Dong, thinking it was a pity he’d managed to escape this time!

Sensing Nan Feng’s murderous intent, Ya Dong shivered.

When would the males of the tribe ever get a break?

Nan Feng was scary enough, and now there was Feng Ye too—how was anyone supposed to live in peace?

What was Kong Shan thinking, daring to date Feng Ye? At this moment, Ya Dong admired Kong Shan’s courage, and was also grateful he’d been goofing off with Shan Que and the kids earlier, instead of joining this conversation.

Otherwise, when the “domestic violence” started…

He’d probably be dragged in too.

“Feng Ye, I think Ya Dong could use some training too. After all, his reputation for bullying the tribe’s beast cubs isn’t great. How will any foreign females want to join the tribe if they hear about it?” Nan Feng said lightly.

Ya Dong was dumbfounded.

When did Nan Feng get so sharp? Wasn’t she usually in “husky mode” these days?

Wait—

After grumbling to himself, Ya Dong suddenly realized just how ruthless Nan Feng’s words were.

“Feng Ye, don’t listen to Nan Feng’s nonsense,” Ya Dong quickly denied it, defending himself. “What’s wrong with my reputation? When have I ever bullied the tribe’s cubs? Nan Feng, don’t frame me! It was Mu Qin Amu who told you to find a male to marry—don’t try to pin it on me.”

Desperate to save himself, Ya Dong went all out, aiming right for Nan Feng’s weak spot—and succeeded in making her angry.

Nan Feng grinned, showing all eight teeth, and said word by word, “Ya Dong, we don’t need Feng Ye. You and I will have a duel later. If you dare run, I’ll go to the Bear Tribe and find you a female bear mate. You know… Da Ya has always admired you.”

Nan Feng’s face was all smiles, and her voice was sweet as honey.

It was enough to make anyone’s knees go weak.

But Ya Dong’s legs were trembling in fear.

Da… Da Ya—

What kind of joke was this?!

Marrying her—did he have a death wish?