Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Chapter 1413: Chapter 1415: This Time It’s Tailgating_1

Sangta burst into laughter at that, ”I’ve never heard of a beast pet causing its master to fracture by carrying them. Don’t treat the Barbarian Clan’s beast pets like ordinary beasts; they’re incredibly tough and recover quickly. Haven’t you seen me riding Xuanfeng? If it could break a wound, wouldn’t I, being heavier and more likely to cause a break, be in a worse state than you?”

Bai Ruozhu gave him a sideways glance, not amused, and said, ”You bully Xuanfeng all the time, of course, you wouldn’t feel sympathetic.”

Sangta touched his nose, ”I really have gained a reputation for animal abuse.”

Xuanfeng growled at him from the side, clearly saying: You’re just realizing this now? You’re never nice to me.

Bai Ruozhu was amused by these two, and a smile appeared on her face.

In the distance, within the forest, Jiang Yichun had hidden himself even further away, as he was afraid to be detected by the panther if he was too close. Moreover, right now he was wrapped up in countless vines and branches for camouflage, looking up close like an unidentified green plant, and in the distance, he resembled a stretch of vines—no one would pay him any special attention.

However, the typically aloof Jiang Yichun being dressed up like this, if seen by the morning breeze and Muyu, would certainly cause them to drop their jaws in surprise, and they would undoubtedly laugh until tears came streaming down.

”Hmph, what are they laughing about so happily,” Jiang Yichun grumbled discontentedly. He was hidden so far away that he couldn’t hear what the two were saying, nor could he see their expressions clearly, but he just knew they were laughing, and he found the man with the scarred face particularly irksome.

Bai Ruozhu mounted Xiaohei, and Sangta climbed onto his enormous white tiger without bringing any extra subordinates. He just whistled, and a pack of wolves followed silently behind them.

Perhaps because of Xiaohei’s presence, Bai Ruozhu didn’t feel scared when looking closely at the pack of wolves. In fact, because they were so numerous and well-behaved, she subconsciously thought of them as just a bunch of dogs.

Bai Ruozhu and Sangta led the pack of wolves, running ahead, while Jiang Yichun, using his light body skills, closely followed behind. Despite his profound inner strength and agility, catching up was still challenging. After all, the two of them were riding either a tiger or a panther, and he was on foot, burdened with a bunch of vines and branches—talk about frustration.

The two figures ahead, one riding a white tiger and the other a black panther, pained his eyes: one black and one white, were they matching up?

He snorted coldly, they’re not even of the same kind, what match?

Observing the female’s silhouette, this time unobscured by mist, he didn’t understand why, but he felt a warm feeling in his heart whenever he saw her. But when he remembered how he had stabbed her with a sword, he was so ashamed he didn’t dare to appear before her.

Up ahead, Bai Ruozhu and Sangta searched everywhere, unaware that the person they were looking for was right behind them, disguised as a plant...

As they traveled further, Bai Ruozhu saw the yellow sand in the distance. She pointed to the far-off desert and asked, ”Does that mean when the desert gets closer, you’ll have to look for new pastures and then make a big migration?”

”Yes, our ancestors have always lived a nomadic life, moving wherever there are pastures,” Sangta answered.

Bai Ruozhu recalled seeing the grazing commoners at the camp, with their tattered clothing and faces marked by the ravages of time.

”Have you ever considered a different way of life?” she asked, grateful to Sangta for saving her twice and thinking about how to help the Barbarian Tribe.

”Our ancestors tried many things, but none worked well; instead, they mastered rearing beast pets. So during the years when life gets tough, we rely on the Beast Team to go out and rob,” Sangta said, laughing and showing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

Bai Ruozhu’s heart tightened; how could she forget that she was in the presence of a murderous Barbarian Prince? The very first time they met, he had ordered his Beast Team to kill many people and rob their goods.

Her spirits fell, and she didn’t feel much like speaking after that. Sangta sensed this and knew she didn’t like his raiding actions. Yet this was the survival method passed down through generations of the Barbarian Clan—in this world of survival of the fittest, they weren’t wrong to fight for their lives.

Bai Ruozhu, saying nothing, noticed that from the edge of the desert she could see a great distance; if Jiang Yichun really came here, hiding would be difficult. She thought about suggesting they turn back and look for him in another direction.

Suddenly, she spotted a plant in the desert and her eyes gleamed.

At a first glance, it was the commonly seen Tamarisk in the desert region, but parasitizing beside the Tamarisk was a Cistanche plant! And it was an old one, growing more than a meter tall.

Bai Ruozhu felt a surge of excitement. In her previous life, when she had been sorting medicinal materials with Grandpa, she had come across some Cistanche. Grandpa had rambled on about how their residence was not suitable for trying to artificially cultivate Cistanche. He said that in ancient times, it was a tribute to the Emperor, esteemed as the ginseng of the desert and a highly utilized strengthening tonic in every era for kidney health and male vigor.

At that time, Bai Ruozhu had just scoffed. Men are interested in these kinds of things; even an old man like Grandpa could not escape such stereotypes, though of course, as medical students, they weren’t shy about discussing them.

She had then specifically researched Cistanche and, feeling speechless, said to her Grandpa, ”What’s wrong with where my mom lives? Do we have to move to the desert for it to be considered good?”

Later, when she researched medicinal materials, she had also looked carefully at a lot of data about the artificial cultivation of Cistanche. She even wrote a paper on Cistanche in college, but today was the first time she had seen a living, wild Cistanche in the desert.

She got somewhat excited, told Xiaohei to stop, and squatted down to examine the Cistanche closely.

Sangta also dismounted from Xuanfeng, and Xuanfeng, driven by curiosity, moved his head close to the Cistanche and opened his mouth to eat it.

”Ah...” Bai Ruozhu let out a scream that gave Sangta a big shock, and even the human-like Xuanfeng froze in alarm.

”Sangta, get your tiger away quickly. Don’t let him eat my treasure!” Bai Ruozhu shouted loudly, her emotions extremely agitated, which left Sangta dumbstruck.

Bai Ruozhu glared at him, ”Did you hear me?” Wild Cistanche, and Xuanfeng is just going to nibble on it, wouldn’t that be a waste? What does a tiger need medicinal materials for when it can just eat meat?

And besides, Xuanfeng clearly looks like a bachelor tiger, haphazardly eating Cistanche, isn’t he afraid of bleeding out?

Sangta scolded Xuanfeng, and as expected, the tiger obediently walked away.

”What is this treasure?” Sangta asked curiously.

Bai Ruozhu was surprised that Sangta didn’t recognize Cistanche, ”Haven’t you harvested Cistanche before? Hasn’t anyone presented it to your Imperial family?”

Sangta was taken aback, feeling from Bai Ruozhu’s surprise that she regarded them as very backward.

Embarrassed, he coughed twice, ”No, what exactly is this thing? It’s not Tamarisk, is it?”

Bai Ruozhu started explaining Cistanche to him, then took out a Dagger and cut the Cistanche plant down.

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Male lead torture mode activated, since he dared to stab the female lead with a sword. Even the author’s dear mother hadn’t been willing to hurt her, so the male lead better brace himself to kneel on the washboard, hahaha~

Jiang Yichun: (Tearful) Author, you can’t be this mean!

Qingka: Bang! I call this pitfalling a son!