The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 71: I’ve Saved You, You Can’t Kill Me in the Future

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: I’ve Saved You, You Can’t Kill Me in the Future

Evangeline said nothing more. She turned and entered the cave, but this time, she didn’t set up a restrictive ward.

After all, the entire Frost-plain Tribe was afflicted with the plague. If something happened, she needed to be able to respond at a moment’s notice.

Galen clasped her hands tightly to her chest and whispered, "Thank the Beast God, and thank the Witch."

Lachlan stood behind her. Hearing her voice, he said flatly, "You trust her that much?"

Hearing this, Galen quickly turned to face Lachlan and nodded emphatically. "Brother Lachlan, the Witch you brought from the Grymdale Tribe is incredible! She can really cure the plague! Our Frost-plain Tribe is going to be alright!"

Lachlan didn’t reply. He stood at the cave entrance for a moment before turning to walk back toward the tribe.

Galen bit her lip, then suddenly called out to him, "Brother Lachlan! Wait a moment!"

Lachlan’s steps halted. His ethereal voice was tinged with a coldness that was captivating yet distant. "What is it?"

Galen pursed her lips, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her Beast Skin Clothes. "Brother Lachlan," she asked, "now that the tribe can be saved, we don’t need to make a sacrifice to the Beast God. W-will you be with me?"

Lachlan’s hollow eyes were like bottomless whirlpools. He didn’t turn around. His expression was cold, and he was shrouded in an air of indifference and detachment, as if he didn’t belong to this world. "Galen, I already have a Contract."

Galen’s face paled. "But... but... but a female like Evangeline..."

"It doesn’t matter what kind of female Evangeline is. A Contract is a Contract."

He stood tall under the moonlight, his figure as lean and straight as bamboo, but his words were blunt.

"Galen, you can find a better male to form a Contract with," Lachlan said flatly. He turned and left, his solitary figure gradually melting into the vast night of the tribe.

Galen’s pretty face was clouded with gloom. With tears welling in her eyes, she began to sob quietly.

*

「Inside the cave.」

Evangeline had no time to worry about Lachlan’s romantic entanglements.

A large cauldron sat before her, a blazing fire burning beneath it. She added the medicinal ingredients one by one, according to the proper ratios.

Refining medicine was a long and silent process.

「Three days passed in the blink of an eye.」

Evangeline stared at the cauldron, which was now emitting a medicinal fragrance, and breathed a sigh of relief. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Even with the Array gathering Spiritual Energy, this was not the World of Immortals. The Spiritual Energy was still thin, and the process was draining.

Over the past three days, the Frost-plain Tribe had been quiet. No one had come to disturb her, allowing her to focus on refining the medicine in peace.

Evangeline’s eyes were slightly closed as a stream of shimmering light shot from her fingertips into the cauldron.

「Outside the cave.」

Galen’s brow was tightly furrowed. Anxious, she paced back and forth at the mouth of the cave.

Lachlan walked over and said to Galen, "Go get something to eat. I’ll keep watch."

"Brother Lachlan, it’s almost been three days. The Witch... the Witch should be okay, right?" Galen’s expression was fraught with anxiety. She peered into the cave, but couldn’t see anything.

Lachlan shook his head and said calmly, "I don’t know."

He didn’t care how Evangeline became a Witch, nor did he care why she came to treat the Frost-plain Tribe’s plague. As long as the plague was cured and his people were safe, then, just as he had said, they would owe each other nothing.

"Go rest," Lachlan said again.

Galen sighed and walked away, looking back every few steps.

Lachlan stood silently at the entrance of the cave as snow filled the sky.

At the open collar of his Beast Skin Clothes, a section of his jade-like collarbone was faintly visible, its curve elegant.

He didn’t seem to feel the cold. He stood there quietly, solitary and independent, his entire being purer and colder than the pristine white snow.

Suddenly, a sound like the earth splitting apart tore through the silence of the snowy plains.

Lachlan whipped his head around to face the snowy mountain, a hint of bitterness appearing on his pale face.

At the mountain’s peak, the accumulated snow suddenly collapsed with a deafening roar. It cascaded down like a waterfall, rushing toward the Frost-plain Tribe with the force of a thunderbolt. The overwhelming wave of snow looked as if it would swallow the area in an instant.

Galen, who hadn’t gotten far, paled. "The Snow Dragon stirs! The Frost-plain Tribe... is about to be buried."

Her knees slammed into the frozen earth. Her wide eyes reflected the surging snow, and the tears that fell froze into ice crystals the moment they left her cheeks. Her expression was one of utter despair. "Oh, Beast God, why are you doing this to us?"

The stirring of the Snow Dragon usually came with a warning, but this time it had come so quickly, without any sign, giving them no chance at all.

’With a Witch’s help, our Frost-plain Tribe was about to be saved! Why?’

On the peak of the snowy mountain, massive Jago galloped away from the cascading snow.

Midori sat astride the lead giant Jago, not the least bit flustered. As she looked back at the Frost-plain Tribe being gradually devoured by the wave of snow, a pathologically satisfied smile bloomed on her ruby-red lips.

She gently stroked the mane on the giant Jago’s neck and murmured, "Jago, it’s all thanks to you."

...

Lachlan stood at the mouth of the cave. He suddenly curled a corner of his lip, and the white mist of his breath blurred its mocking arc. "So, even in death, I must be with Evangeline?"

The moment the words left his mouth, a light, mocking voice cut in. "Who wants to die with you?"

Lachlan froze. Before he could react, he felt a gust of wind by his ear, rustling the Bone Ornament in his hair.

A figure brushed past him.

A moment later, a lingering voice curled around his ear. "Now that I’ve saved you, you can’t kill me in the future."

Immediately after, a pouch of medicine was tossed into his arms, landing in his palm. It was still warm and carried a faint medicinal scent.

Evangeline watched the surging snow, her eyes cold, but inwardly, she was complaining bitterly.

’I’m just a worker, not a savior. Did things have to get this difficult?’

’Even with my cheats, facing an avalanche that could swallow the heavens and devour the earth—’

"Tsk, this deal is a huge loss!" Evangeline shot forward. Facing the rolling snow, she advanced instead of retreating. She gripped her long whip in a reverse hold, and the wind it stirred up whistled and sang!

Amidst the swirling snow, a brilliant light erupted!

Her slight figure was like a lone boat in a raging sea, forcibly erecting a barrier in front of the avalanche and shielding the entire Frost-plain Tribe behind her.

Filled with despair, Galen looked up and watched, wide-eyed, as Evangeline met the disaster head-on.

"The Snow Dragon... it’s been stopped!" Galen’s pupils contracted. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her gaze fixed on Evangeline’s figure in utter shock.

Evangeline’s eyes were like ice. Her long whip moved like a writhing flood dragon, cleaving a fissure in the thundering wave of snow.

Shattered snow sprayed through the air, refracting a blinding, cold light in the sun.

The waves of snow came one after another. The light around her began to dim, and the barrier started to crack, but her slight figure remained motionless against the monstrous tide, single-handedly holding back the overwhelming avalanche.

Galen stared blankly at Evangeline’s back. "Brother Lachlan, is she really a Witch?"

Lachlan stood silently. Though his hollow eyes could reflect no light, he still stubbornly "looked" in Evangeline’s direction and said in a low voice, "Galen, do you see the snow around her?"

Galen was stunned. "Brother Lachlan, you can..."

"I can’t see."

Lachlan’s voice was ethereal. He raised a hand to cover his hollow eyes as the wind and snow passed through his fingers. His voice was faint. "But I can hear the Snow Dragon’s fear."

The setting sun was the color of blood as the last ray of twilight sank behind the mountain peak.

The long whip in Evangeline’s hand finally, slowly, lowered. Its tip dragged a winding trail across the snow.

The barrier behind her shattered inch by inch, dissolving into a sky full of starlight.

Lachlan felt the points of light striking his face. He reached out to catch them, but they vanished the instant they touched his palm, leaving only a bone-deep chill.

Evangeline’s body swayed, and her knees slammed heavily into the snow. With a spurt, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

CRACK—

An invisible power surged around her. Her bones made a series of popping and cracking noises. Accompanied by these crisp sounds, her originally ugly features began to collapse and reform, like melting wax.

Although she had blocked the avalanche’s impact, her inner breath was in turmoil. The power of the Disguise Pill became chaotic and unbalanced. The Spiritual Power in her meridians that maintained her appearance dissipated, and her features peeled away layer by layer, like a fading ink wash painting. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The Disguise Pill had failed.