Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Qingmu straightened his body and knelt: "Old Clan Leader, let me take this orc back and apologize. We know full well how much Shaman Ji Nuan cares about her tribesmen. Just because we have drunk the potion once doesn’t mean we will never make a mistake again.

And where could secrets remain unknown forever? What if Shaman Ji Nuan learns that we are the ones who killed their people, what will we do then?"

Meanwhile, the little treeling, who had been kneeling on the side with a pale face, spoke up: "Clan Leader, I’m willing to apologize. I was wrong. I didn’t ask Shaman Ji Nuan for the powder to treat the pest infestation, so I vented my anger on her tribesman. I’m willing to give him my Raw Fruit."

When the little treeling spoke, the surrounding treelings nodded in relief, but a few treelings in the corner had displeasure in their eyes.

The old Clan Leader nodded: "It’s good that you realized your mistake. Mu Chun, feed this orc two Beast God Fruits. Once he’s better, we can send him back to the Watson Tribe."

Qingmu nodded and took the slightly warm Raw Fruit treasured and cuddled inside the small cub’s hand. He took the ripe fruit from the middle-aged treeling, opened the Frost Vine Cage, picked up the small unconscious fuzzball, pried open his mouth, and fed him the two fruits.

A warm rush surged through Fu Yi’s body, healing the bloody mess of wounds. Half a while later, he finally opened his eyes, saw Mu Chun holding him, and quickly jumped down to the ground, cautiously watching the group of treelings, his eyes filled with coldness.

Mu Chun said with guilt, "Fu Yi, I’m truly sorry. We failed to discipline our cub properly and that led to him doing such a thing. I have just fed you two Beast God Fruits, you’re now a second-level orc and your body has fully recovered. Let’s meet Shaman Ji Nuan together and have this cub apologize to her."

The middle-aged treeling nodded: "Yes, don’t worry. We have punished the cub, the Beast God Fruits he had for evolution have been given to you as an apology."

Considering that his tribe was still on the Beast God Mountain, and Ji Nuan has deals with the Divine Tree Clan, he better not sour the relationships.

So, he moved his small legs, wiggled his Little Pipi and sat down on the grass pile in the middle of the treehouse: "Squeak Squeak."

Although they did not understand what the little cub was saying, the clear nodding motion was enough for Qingmu and the other treelings to be greatly surprised.

The old Clan Leader also touched his beard in relief, as long as Shaman Ji Nuan doesn’t hold a bad impression of their tribe, it would be enough.

Qingmu, along with Fu Yi and a few male treelings, pressing the little cub, headed towards the Watson Tribe’s settlement, while on this side, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan led their tribespeople to the dense Frost Vine area.

The orcs all wore pieces of Ice Vine distributed by Ji Nuan. Inside the vine sea, they moved freely as if there were no vines.

"Everyone, be careful. Don’t lose your Ice Vine pieces; otherwise, we will be stuck here providing fertilizer," warned Ji Nuan in a deep voice.

The orcs all nodded in unison, cautiously exploring the surroundings.

Meanwhile, Ya Li and Ge Xing, who had infiltrated the Serra Tribe, also started their exploration activities.