Chapter 158: The Grace of a Beauty

Chufeng's movements just now had been unimaginably fast, swift as lightning. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, Chufeng had already driven all six men deep into the ice layer.

"Chufeng, you actually killed Dong Zhe. Magnificent!"

Hengmei suddenly walked over, her gaze fixed on Chufeng filled with unconcealed admiration. "However, the men's tribe is now left without a leader. What should we do?"

Hearing Hengmei's words, Chufeng replied, "The men's tribe being leaderless—how is that a difficult problem? You, Hengmei, are capable of being the leader of the women's tribe; why could you not also lead the men's tribe? Taking advantage of the opportunity now that I have eliminated Dong Zhe, why don't we go over to the men's tribe together to see what needs to be wrapped up and handle it collectively!"

Judging by the current situation, Chufeng had slain Dong Zhe, the supreme leader of the men's tribe. If the tens of thousands of members of the men's tribe rejoiced, that would naturally be ideal.

However, if the clansmen sought to avenge Dong Zhe, Chufeng could rely on his formidable martial prowess to kill one, or even ten, but he certainly could not slaughter the entire men's tribe.

Therefore, although Dong Zhe was now dead, the matter was far from settled. They still needed to visit the men's tribe and bring a proper conclusion to things that needed to be resolved.

"Mm, Chufeng, what you say makes sense!"

Hengmei nodded and said, "Now that Dong Zhe is dead, we must immediately rush to the men's tribe to pacify what needs to be calmed and suppress what needs to be subdued, lest we arrive too late and new chaos erupts within the men's tribe..."

Whoosh!

No sooner had Hengmei finished speaking than a loud explosion suddenly echoed from the ice layer not far away.

Amidst a massive burst of water spray, an alligator over three zhang long, alongside countless small fish, burst through the ice layer simultaneously, soared high into the air, and then crashed heavily back down onto the ice, dead on the spot.

"Brother Feng, the technique you used just now—that 'one birdman, one pit' method—carried far too much force. Hundreds of thousands of catties of power penetrated through the ice and into the seawater below, causing these aquatic creatures to be overwhelmed by the pressure. They struggled beneath the ice for so long before finally bursting through right before death!"

Bai Naizhao, who was well-versed in all kinds of beasts, wore a look of utter shock as he witnessed the scene of dead fish and shattered ice.

"Heh, it's nothing!"

Chufeng smiled and surveyed the littered battlefield.

Across the vast, open ice sheet, aside from the six deep craters, there were the remains of the snowy tyrannosaurus devoured by the Thunder-Conjoining King Beast, as well as the corpses of the other male tribe stewards.

The thirteen stewards led by Dong Zhe had several of their numbers killed right at the start by Chufeng's swift-sound steps, while the remaining few had been driven straight into the ice by Chufeng.

Dong Zhe's party of fourteen had been completely wiped out, perishing entirely at Chufeng's hands.

"It's over! We're completely done for!"

Suddenly, Jinsheng let out a startled scream, instantly looking as distraught and shell-shocked as if she had lost her soul.

"What is it? Why are you screaming like that?" Chufeng asked with curiosity.

"What is it, you ask? Brother Chufeng, this is all your fault!" Jinsheng stamped her foot.

"My fault? What did I do?"

"You—you went and killed all thirteen stewards. Whose side do the gambling stakes fall on now? That gambling prize of one million three hundred thousand gold coins—who am I supposed to collect it from?"

At this, Jinsheng wore an expression of profound melancholy, her rosy little face somewhat twisted in distress.

"I thought it was some major issue. Whenever I next go into battle, you can just start another wager with the enemies! As long as you trust Brother Chufeng, I guarantee you'll make a fortune!"

As Chufeng was speaking, he happened to catch sight of Yuzui standing nearby and smiled. "Little sister Yuzui, I almost forgot to mention—to think you were actually able to communicate with the Thunder-Conjoining King Beast! That skill is truly something to be envied."

"Brother Chufeng, could we talk about the Thunder-Conjoining King Beast later, please? You just went through a fierce battle. Although your internal Qi and physical force have calmed down, your viscera are still somewhat agitated. Yuzui understands the Art of Vocal Healing; let me heal you with it!"

Yuzui said with utmost earnestness.

"Oh, is that so? Very well then, little sister Yuzui, I'll have to trouble you once more!"

Chufeng nodded gratefully, feeling a deep wave of emotion rising within his heart—

Reflecting on these three capable women, these three sisters, Hengmei was a great capable woman who held the safety and interests of the entire Snow Clan in her heart. Therefore, immediately after his intense battle, the first thing she thought of was the situation over at the men's tribe.

Jinsheng, being young and still half a child, only had eyes for his incredible skills and held boundless admiration for him as the victor. She worried about her gambling money vanishing into thin air, yet she harbored no excessive concerns for his physical well-being.

Only little sister Yuzui constantly kept his personal safety in mind, insisting on performing vocal healing for him the moment the battle concluded.

Chufeng thought to himself that while not everyone might fully appreciate Yuzui's reputation for having a heart as soft as tofu, he at least had experienced it firsthand!

Chufeng cast a glance at Bai Naizhao signaling him to handle the cleanup, and then walked together with Yuzui into the dome tent nearby.

"Little sister, will using the Art of Vocal Healing to soothe my agitated Qi drain you of anything?" Chufeng asked.

"Brother Chufeng, it won't. You fought for our women's tribe; it is only right that Yuzui pays this small price for you."

As she spoke, Yuzui gestured for Chufeng to sit cross-legged.

Chufeng said no more and quietly seated himself upon the animal-skin rug spread across the ground.

"Brother Chufeng, close your eyes and think of nothing."

Just as Yuzui's soft, water-like words finished echoing and entered Chufeng's ears, he felt a gentle surge of force pour into his body. His entire physical form instantly relaxed, his eyelids slowly drifted shut, and the five heavenly king manifestations around him retracted.

Yuzui parted her cherry lips slightly, slowly sending one enchanting, melodious note after another into Chufeng's ears.

It was as if Chufeng were listening to celestial music. Hearing those soft and beautiful notes, he felt his body lift up as though floating, drifting amidst the clouds up and down, and at times rocking gently over the surface of the water, rising and falling.

This rhythm of tension and release brought Chufeng profound comfort. His muscles relaxed completely, and every single cell in his body seemed to have been thoroughly bathed.

I do not know how much time passed.

Chufeng felt his body gradually descend, much like drifting slowly down from the clouds back to the earth, brimming once again with vitality.

Chufeng slowly opened his eyes. Barely a foot away, Yuzui had just ceased the Art of Vocal Healing.

Her face was covered in sweat, and strands of dark hair adhered closely to her forehead and cheeks. Several droplets of perspiration even slid down her eyelashes and hair, falling one by one.

"Little sister, you've worked hard!"

A beauty's grace is the hardest debt to repay.

Seeing Yuzui's cheeks damp with sweat, Chufeng said softly, reaching out to gently wipe the perspiration from her face.

The moment his finger brushed against Yuzui's cheek, her pretty face flushed crimson, and Chufeng's heart gave an involuntary tremor!

Yuzui's skin felt as though it were carved from fine jade—not only incomparably smooth, soft, and delicate, but also possessing a moderate, cool warmth. The instant his finger touched her cheek, he found himself reluctant to pull his hand back.

Right at that moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the tent.

"Chufeng, Yuzui, what are you two doing?!"

In the blink of an eye, the tent curtain was flung back, and Hengmei's curious and displeased voice rang out.