TRWSB – Chapter 248 The one who asked for help

“Those two from the other tribe are really arrogant,” Jesse said unhappily.

Kaifeng sighed and said, “Although they’re a bit arrogant, their strength is undeniably impressive.”

“Strength is one thing, but their character is awful. That skinny monkey actually abducted a priest apprentice. Doesn’t he know how scandalous and heretical that is?” Jesse said disdainfully.

Kaifeng gave a bitter smile and thought to himself: Character? That’s nothing compared to the importance of staying alive.

That guy Xindore used to be gloomy and thin when he was in the tribe, but after just a few months, he’s plumper, looks full of life, and even became a totem warrior. It’s obvious he’s living well.

A totem warrior! So many warriors in the tribe strive their whole lives to become totem warriors, yet they remain ordinary fighters. How old is Xindore? He’s already a totem warrior. He might even surpass Fred in the future.

“That frail kid even dared to look down on our tribe’s priest. He’s really gone too far,” Jesse said with a scowl.

Kaifeng just smiled and stayed silent. That priest apprentice had already solved problems the tribe’s priest couldn’t—twice. Clearly, he was skilled.

The pregnant sword-dragon was much easier to deal with than the strong one. After some effort, Xinli and the others finally managed to kill it.

The massive sword-dragon was transported back to the tribe, sparking cheers among the people.

The chieftain gathered everyone to feast on the sword-dragon’s meat and blood, bringing great joy to the tribe.

“This sword-dragon’s blood is really good,” Kaifeng said.

“Yeah, it’s just not enough,” Jada replied.

“The one Fred and the others killed must have even better-quality blood,” Kaifeng said.

Jada nodded. “True! And since they have fewer people, they’ll each get a larger share.”

“Fred’s strength is honestly astounding now,” Kaifeng couldn’t help but remark.

“Forget Fred, even Xindore has become a totem warrior!” Jada said enviously.

Maybe Fred’s light had overshadowed him, but Xindore hadn’t been particularly remarkable before. No one expected him to become a totem warrior so quickly.

Kaifeng looked at the falling snow outside and said, “This winter won’t be easy. If Fred and his group came back, two totem warriors would be a huge help to the tribe.”

Jada sighed. “Maybe Fred is a lost cause, but it seems like Xindore still holds a grudge against the tribe.”

Kaifeng nodded, “True enough.”

“That guy who abducted the priest apprentice is really short. I honestly don’t get it—how did he win over the apprentice?” Jada asked in confusion.

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Xinli was in the priest’s house, looking a little worried.

“Many in the tribe are talking about Fred and the others,” Xinli said with a grim expression.

Priest Wolo closed his eyes and said, “I told you long ago, we should’ve burned Fred to death.”

Xinli replied with some regret, “Yeah, who would’ve thought that soft-heartedness would lead to such a huge mistake.”

Now, many people in the tribe were calling for Fred to return. They felt Xinli had treated Fred and his brother too harshly.

“And that priest apprentice—have you met him?” Wolo asked.

Compared to Fred, Wolo was more concerned about the apprentice. He sensed that because of him, the tribe members were beginning to question Wolo’s authority—a dangerous sign.

Xinli nodded. “Yes, he looks pretty young.”

“A priest is someone who serves the gods. They must keep their bodies pure. What was he thinking, running off like that?” Wolo said scornfully.

All priests know some medical skills and can be considered healers, but not all healers are priests. Typically, priests know far more than mere healers.

“Exactly! That guy must be utterly debauched. I don’t know which tribe he ran from, but they should’ve burned him already,” Xinli said with disgust.

He thought to himself: If that priest apprentice had been from the Feihu Tribe, he’d have dragged him back and burned him personally. But Qi Shaorong wasn’t from their tribe, and they had no authority over outsiders.

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Qi Shaorong looked at the falling snow outside the cave and said, “The snow is getting heavier.”

Mu Tingxuan handed him a bowl of blood and said, “Young Master, have some blood to warm up.”

Qi Shaorong did not refuse Mu Tingxuan’s kind gesture. After spending so much time in this place, he had gradually gotten used to drinking blood.

Xindorei looked at the snow falling outside the cave and said, “This winter seems colder than usual.”

“Is that so?” Qi Shaorong muttered.

Xindorei nodded. “Yeah.”

“If the snow keeps falling for a long time, a lot of bad things could happen,” Raymond said.

Qi Shaorong asked curiously, “Bad things? Like what?”

“For example, food shortages in the tribe could cause many people to starve to death. Or wild beasts, unable to find food for a long time, might risk attacking the tribe,” Raymond explained.

Qi Shaorong nodded. “I see. Maybe the Flying Tiger Tribe will be attacked by wild beasts.”

Xindorei looked up at Qi Shaorong. Qi Shaorong shrugged and said, “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m just joking.”

“It could happen, especially with this early cold. But it’s none of our business—as long as the beasts don’t come for us, we’re fine,” Xindorei said with a smile.

Qi Shaorong: “…”

Even though the weather was cold, Zhuang Hao and Fred were still running around everywhere.

Qi Shaorong sipped his medicinal wine and said, “This wine is really nice.”

Xindorei nodded. “It’s quite good.”

His face flushed from the alcohol, Xindorei’s eyes sparkled. “Only the priests and elders in the tribe are allowed to drink. This is my first time drinking—it tastes so good. No wonder wine is offered to the gods.”

Qi Shaorong looked at Xindorei and said irritably, “Kids shouldn’t drink.”

Xindorei argued back, “I’m not a kid. I’m an adult now.”

Qi Shaorong rolled his eyes. “You little brat, you’re only thirteen. Don’t pretend to be an adult.”

“Someone’s coming back,” Mu Tingxuan said.

Qi Shaorong narrowed his eyes and glanced outside. “Looks like your brother brought two more people back. What’s he up to now?”

Xindorei: “…”

…

Zhuang Hao walked in. Qi Shaorong looked at him and asked, “What’s going on?”

“No idea. Someone’s sick, and his partner begged Fred and me to save him,” Zhuang Hao said.

Qi Shaorong narrowed his eyes. “So he begged you two, and you just brought him back…”

Zhuang Hao shrugged helplessly. “Couldn’t shake him off.”

Qi Shaorong: “…”

“Doctor!” As soon as Koss, who followed Zhuang Hao, saw Qi Shaorong, he knelt down.

“Doctor, please save my partner. He’s been sick for days and can’t eat anything.” Koss was desperately kowtowing as he begged.

Qi Shaorong looked at the big man crying with snot and tears and felt a bit overwhelmed.

He sighed helplessly and looked at the person wrapped in animal hide. “Put him down. I’ll take a look.”

Hearing that, the big man happily laid the patient down on a flat stone nearby.

Wrapped in fur was a man who looked rather thin for a native, though to Qi Shaorong he still seemed pretty sturdy.

“He’s injured and the wound’s inflamed.” Qi Shaorong frowned at Lao Qi’s wound.

Koss said nervously, “He’s had a fever for days.”

Seeing Qi Shaorong’s furrowed brows, Koss asked anxiously, “He’s going to be okay, right?”

Qi Shaorong shook his head and said with mock seriousness, “He’s doomed. Totally doomed. He’s got maybe a ten percent chance of surviving.”

Koss turned pale. “Doctor, I know you’re the most capable. Please save him. I’ll do anything—be your servant, whatever you want. I’ll serve you for life!”

Qi Shaorong sighed, looking troubled. “Ah, you don’t know… I am indeed skilled, but my talent lies in abducting handsome men from tribes, not saving people.”

Koss looked at Qi Shaorong in shock, clearly not expecting such a horrifying remark.

“At this point, I have the will but not the strength,” Qi Shaorong said.

Koss trembled as he pleaded, “Doctor, please… help him.”

“If I intervene, there’s only a ten percent chance he’ll survive. Are you sure you want me to try?” Qi Shaorong asked, eyes wide.

Koss looked at the feverish, flushed Lao Qi and nodded in despair. “Please, Doctor, please try.”

Qi Shaorong nodded. “Alright. Go out and bring me some hot water.”

Xindorei watched Koss leave and asked suspiciously, “Doctor, is Lao Qi really that sick? I don’t think he’s worse off than my brother was. And yet you said he only had a ten percent chance of survival.”

“He’s not that seriously ill,” Qi Shaorong said flatly.

Xindorei was puzzled. “Then why did you say that to Koss? He almost cried—no, he did cry…”

“He interrupted my drinking. I’m annoyed,” Qi Shaorong said irritably.

Xindorei: “…” The doctor really… knows how to mess with people.

Qi Shaorong looked at Xindorei, who was stunned. “Why are you standing there? Move. I’ll treat him.”

“Thank you, Doctor. You’re such a good person,” Xindorei said.

Qi Shaorong sneered. “I’m not a good person. I’m a big bad guy.”

Xindorei: “…”