Beast World: I Can See Your Fertility Value - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ning Fuyin wasn’t strangled to death on the spot.

However, she didn’t earn their trust immediately either.

The people of Black Stone Valley threw her into the outermost stone hut. Two wolf tribe guards stood at the door, making it clear that she was being watched, not protected.

Dinner was a bowl of bitter, astringent black root soup that tasted like it had been soaked in muddy water.

As Ning Fuyin drank, she mentally organized the information she had gathered.

What she could see wasn’t just surface-level data.

When she focused her attention on a specific person, those golden words would expand into more detailed prompts.

For example, Su Zhichuan.

[Bloodline Origin: Night-striped Black Panther, Royal Lineage Remnant]

[Core Damage: Long-term use of Forbidden Hunting Drug to suppress berserk state]

[Intervention Directions: Detoxification, calming the nerves, reducing heat source stimulation, re-establishing resonance anchors]

[Current Optimal Supplements: Cold Mist Grass, Gray Salt, Moonbone Pollen]

Ning Fuyin stared at those lines of text, her fingers slowly tightening.

This wasn’t some mystical blessing at all.

It was more like the genetic and physical sign analysis system from her previous life, brought into her mind in a way that translated into expressions the Beast World could understand.

In other words, this thing had logic.

And it was usable.

The only problem was that she was currently penniless and had nothing.

The door to the stone hut was suddenly kicked open.

A gray-eared wolf tribe youth burst in carrying a bone knife, his expression so fierce he looked ready to devour someone.

“What nonsense did you spout to the Chief today?”

The words above his head quickly surfaced.

[Wei Cang: Bloodline Stability Value 31, Mental Agitation Value 64, Current Fertility Value 28]

He wasn’t exactly healthy, but at least he was still alive.

Ning Fuyin remained seated, unmoving.

“I told the truth.”

“The truth?” Wei Cang sneered. “The Holy Temple deceived us once. Do you think we’ll believe them a second time?”

Ning Fuyin looked up at him and suddenly said, “Has your younger brother been running a high fever lately? Does his tailbone bleed when he shifts into his beast form?”

Wei Cang’s expression changed instantly.

Ning Fuyin added another blow: “If you delay for two more days, his tailbone will crack, and he’ll never be able to stand again.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re heading that way too; you just haven’t reached that level of severity yet.”

She set down the wooden bowl, her tone calm and devoid of any intent to intimidate.

“It’s not that your wolf tribe is naturally resistant to the cold; it’s that your bloodline’s heat source is inherently high. The water source in Black Stone Valley contains heavy gray ore. Drinking it long-term causes the bone joints of cubs and young males to fail first.”

Wei Cang’s hand tightened around his knife.

Ning Fuyin stopped looking at him and shifted her gaze to the small figure partially hidden behind him outside the door.

It was a wolf cub who looked about seven or eight years old, so thin he was nothing but skin and bones. A section of the fur on his tail was missing.

The data above his head was a terrifying red.

[Wei Chi: Probability of Death 79%]

“If you want to save him, go find three things.”

“Cold Mist Grass, gray-shell fruit, and clean beast milk.”

“When you boil them, don’t use the water from the Black Stone Well. Use the cold spring behind the mountain.”

Wei Cang gritted his teeth. “If you’re lying to me…”

“Your brother will burn up with fever again tonight,” Ning Fuyin interrupted him. “Aside from believing me, you have no other choice.”

Wei Cang stared at her intensely for a few seconds before turning to leave.

When the door closed again, Ning Fuyin let out a long breath.

She was actually gambling.

She was gambling that the intervention directions provided by the system would actually work in the Beast World.

She was also gambling that the people of Black Stone Valley had been pushed to the point where they would grasp at even the flimsiest straw.

After nightfall, the entire exile valley was submerged in low, oppressive beastly roars.

Ning Fuyin sat on the stone bed, wide awake.

It wasn’t until a sudden burst of chaotic footsteps and suppressed cries of alarm came from outside that she reacted.

“The Chief is having another episode!”

“We can’t hold him down!”

“The chains broke!”

Ning Fuyin stood up abruptly.

The door was pushed open, and Wei Cang rushed in, his face pale and his hands stained with blood.

“Come with me.”

“My brother’s fever broke.”

“But the Chief isn’t going to make it.”