Chapter 117: The Princess

Seventeen years ago? A Shamanic Bloodline?

Wu Xiaomi chuckled softly:

[Lost seventeen years ago? What a coincidence—I lost mine seventeen years ago too. Maybe this impressive Shaman is actually me~]

“Stop laughing. It’s definitely you.”

[Ahahaha… huh???]

Am I not an idiot-made artificial medicinal catalyst with no parents?!

“You should thank your all-powerful mother. Back then, she actually eloped with the previous generation Shaman.”

???

“Once an intimate relationship happens, the Shamanic Bloodline passes down to the next generation… When your mom eloped with the Shaman, the two of them rolled from the Shamanic Forest to the Limelight Theocracy, then from there to the Nai Empire.

Your mom drank up all the Shaman powers, and gave them all to you.”

“……”

Afu’s heroic tales always made people’s heads spin.

So all those countless spirit sources inside me, like stars scattered across the sky, might really come from that?

Surely not the Abundant Harvest and Plentiful Rain as well?!

“Of course, not all of it, but most of it is.”

“……”

Thank you for the generous gift.

So this is why she’s wanted by the whole world?!

If that’s the case, then she really deserves it.

“Bang—”

The heavy impact on the wooden door shook the entire cabin.

The room trembled, almost collapsing.

“Shh.”

The Witch gestured for silence to Wu Xiaomi.

In the quiet, the beast’s heavy breathing outside was clear as day, and even through the crack beneath the door, Wu Xiaomi could smell the stench of blood in its mouth.

With their current state, if the door broke down, it would be a buffet for the beasts of the forest.

“Boom—”

Thunder rumbled.

Lightning streaked across the sky, rain pounded down, sometimes mixed with hail, heavily striking the roof.

The raindrops grew denser, gradually drowning out all other sounds.

Just as Wu Xiaomi thought the beasts outside had left—

“Bang—!”

The door shook violently again.

Damn it, doesn’t this guy need to take shelter from the rain?!

Seeing the vines sealing the door begin to snap, and the Witch’s breath growing faint, completely drained of strength,

Unconsciously, Wu Xiaomi grasped the Witch’s hand tightly.

Don’t let us die here.

I just barely got out of being alone…

“Bang—”

The thunderclap and the impact overlapped perfectly.

Dust and debris fell from the cabin ceiling.

Wu Xiaomi trembled from the shock.

The Witch, weakened by the tremor and exhaustion, tilted her head to the side and softly leaned on Wu Xiaomi’s shoulder.

[Tell me how to use the Shaman’s power! Don’t sleep! Hey! Don’t fall asleep!]

Wu Xiaomi shook the Witch.

“I’m not a Shaman, how would I know… ah… so sleepy…”

[You’ve lost too much blood! If you sleep, you won’t wake up! Don’t sleep!]

No matter how much Wu Xiaomi shook her, the Witch’s eyes stayed shut.

She had fainted.

The whole cabin had already been battered out of shape.

The leaking roof let rainwater soak both the Witch and Wu Xiaomi, the cold only lowering the Witch’s body temperature further.

Blood loss, hypothermia.

If they didn’t take effective measures soon, all hope for the village would be pinned here again!

Blood loss, right—blood transfusion!

Gritting her teeth, Wu Xiaomi dragged the Witch to the only dry, cramped corner in the room.

She rummaged through her inventory of bottles and jars, pulling out a small cup.

In emergencies, there was no time for proper cross-matching blood tests, so she could only drip their blood together and see if it blended.

Like the ancient blood recognition method… though blood recognition can’t confirm kinship, using the Blood Fusion Method could at least roughly compare blood types.

She first filled the small cup with rainwater, then pricked a fingertip, dripping the Witch’s fresh blood and her own fresh blood in at the same time.

Two ruby-red drops fell, like two pomegranate seeds resting at the bottom of the cup.

Blend! Blend! Blend!

It blended! Good! Their blood types probably matched!

Although there were other unknown factors, as long as there was any chance of survival, Wu Xiaomi wouldn’t recklessly mix blood.

But really, there was no other choice.

Next, she took out a syringe—originally filled with adrenaline for emergencies and provided by Miss Nuo, meant for cardiac arrest.

There were still many syringes left, so Wu Xiaomi expelled the adrenaline into her own veins with precision guided by her Spirit Hunting Instinct.

Ouch!

She gritted her teeth.

Inhale.

She filled the syringe, then found a vein in the Witch’s arm.

Injected.

“Bang bang bang—”

The noises outside grew more violent, but Wu Xiaomi forced herself to stay calm, ignoring the dire situation to keep her hands steady.

She transfused about three hundred milliliters.

To preserve her own strength, she didn’t continue.

But the Witch’s complexion seemed to improve a little?

Her own blood was unexpectedly effective.

“Bang—crack!”

The door cracked open a huge gap.

Only then did Wu Xiaomi see the full figure of the monster outside.

Ugh, not again! Another Piglor—such a stubborn nuisance!

And it was huge, too.

Did I poke a Piglor’s nest in my past life or something?

Creak—

The Piglor stretched out sharp claws, clawing at the crack in the door, trying to pry it wider.

That terrifying, not-at-all-cute feline face was squeezing itself through.

And the Witch still hadn’t woken up.

…

More precisely, the Witch was stuck in a half-conscious, half-asleep state.

Her eyes were slightly squinted; she could see what was happening outside but lacked the strength to respond.

She could only watch Wu Xiaomi run around anxiously like an ant on a hot pan.

At this moment,

Wu Xiaomi drew the Ray Sword.

Gripping the hilt with both hands, she turned her back to the defenseless Witch.

—This guy… she knows she can run, right? the Witch thought.

I just treated her, and she still has the King’s Dance of Sai she can use.

Besides, it’s naturally raining now—the King’s Dance of Sai would be quite powerful.

If she doesn’t carry a dead weight and just uses the opening move of the King’s Dance of Sai to escape, maybe she could last until dawn… no, she definitely could.

But if she carries a dead weight, just the opening move of the King’s Dance of Sai can’t protect both of them from the beasts’ attacks.

It would split her focus and multiply energy consumption.

Logically, she should escape alone, not fight head-on against countless carnivorous beasts outside the door.

“Pig cry—”

The door finally shattered completely.

Wu Xiaomi swung the Ray Sword in an attempt to block the Piglor.

But no matter how ugly the Piglor was, it was still feline—its body fluid and agile.

It completely ignored Wu Xiaomi and went straight for the defenseless Witch, aiming to bite!

In an instant, those bloodstained fangs were right at the Witch’s throat!

【Blooming Flowers | Water Leap | King’s Dance of Sai】

Three sequences activated almost simultaneously.

Countless flower stems forcefully stuffed the Piglor’s mouth.

Wu Xiaomi leapt back to the Witch’s side with Water Leap.

In her dance, water birds burst forth from her sleeves and struck.

The Piglor followed the Beast-face Tribe’s fate—it was shredded into countless pieces.

“Huff—hah—huff—”

After dealing with the Piglor, Wu Xiaomi didn’t waste a second.

She washed the beast’s blood and flesh completely outside the door with water.

Outside, dense chewing noises immediately followed.

This should buy a little time, but not much.

Taking advantage of the moment’s respite, Wu Xiaomi peeked outside.

—At least fifteen Piglors were feasting on the remains of their comrade.

Even more terrifying, the stench of blood was like a blazing beacon.

Countless poisonous snakes, giant pythons, Piglors, wild tigers, and vultures crawled out from the forest one after another.

“……”

Obviously, the Forest Ranger had done an excellent job protecting the forest ecology.

…

Over a hundred kilometers away, aboard the Crystal Warship.

Since being captured, besides restricted freedom, the conquerors had been treated relatively well.

At least the food didn’t taste rancid.

Just now,

A group of fully armed soldiers pushed open the prison door.

They ignored the others and walked straight to Bai Xiaozhi.

Click.

They unlocked Bai Xiaozhi’s handcuffs.

The lead soldier removed his helmet.

A familiar face—the Demon Hunter.

He bowed slightly, his tone respectful but firm:

“Princess, it’s time to say goodbye to your past.”