Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

In Gus's golden tent, everyone's attention shifted to the girl who had just revealed her true face.

"Are you here to plead for him?" Gus's murky and greedy gaze swept over Hexia like a snake, probably filled with thoughts of coupling at this moment.

Similarly, others in the tent weren't much better off. After all, on this land, most people's lives were tough, often exposed to the elements. Even young women seldom had such fair and tender skin, let alone this girl who was naturally blessed with flawless and dreamlike beauty.

"I'm not pleading; I just want to say that this is my slave, and I cannot let you handle him this way." Her voice was soft, making people feel as if they were bathing in a gentle breeze and clear spring, imbued with a special magic power that made one inevitably enchanted.

If this girl were to sing, it would definitely be extraordinarily pleasing, many present thought.

"Ho ho ho—"

Gus couldn't help but laugh aloud. Originally wanting to mock anyone daring to say such a thing in front of him, he found himself not feeling offended at all but rather entertained upon seeing the girl.

At this, other tribal representatives in the tent also laughed along. For a moment, the tent was filled with laughter, and everyone looked at Hexia with scrutiny, curiosity, admiration, and all sorts of desires.

"If you paid yesterday, indeed he's your slave, but here is the Wolf Blood King Camp, where I make the rules, don't be too naive, little girl." He explained to the girl in a rare good mood, but it was impossible for him to compromise.

"But, he's not necessarily doomed to die; the question is, what will you offer in exchange? How about staying with us for the night, maybe then I'll consider letting that guy go."

Upon hearing this, Tilan wasn't surprised. She had encountered such overflowing bestial desires before, aware of her own beauty and charisma, which was why she often disguised herself.

Though grateful to her mother for her good looks, she sometimes had to lament that overly attractive girls without corresponding power to protect themselves indeed face more danger.

"I won't agree to such a thing." Tilan shook her head, considering whether to act, not because she couldn't win, but because it seemed cumbersome.

Fighting the younger ones means the elders might show up; if they do, unless all are killed, enmities could form leading to future troubles.

Just as she felt talking would not solve the issue, preparing to draw an Ice Sword to display her power, a figure quickly ran to Gus's side from the tent's corner, explaining beside him.

After listening, Gus's gaze on Tilan changed, showing some indecisiveness, while Tilan also noticed the figure was a Grey Feather Species.

Afterward, Gus stroked his chin, his attitude shifting, leading others in the tent to gradually silence.

"What's your name?" Gus finally inquired her name, no longer merely regarding her as a pretty girl.

"My name is Hexia." The girl answered succinctly.

After hearing this, Gus tapped on the armrest with his fingers, seemingly contemplating. Subsequently, he beckoned a guard beside him, pulling out the guard's sword and throwing it before the girl.

"If you can break this sword barehanded, I'll let him go."

Such a demand puzzled others in the tent, but no one dared to question aloud, quietly speculating while watching how the girl would respond.

This guy actually gave me a way out.

Tilan raised her hand, and the sword on the ground floated up automatically, a scene that left many in the tent stunned. While Transcendents weren't rare, her youthful, effortless control was exceptionally rare.

Then, Tilan's fingers lightly brushed through the air, shattering the steel-forged long sword like broken glass into scattered fragments clattering to the ground.

"Is this sufficient?"

Seeing the pile of blade fragments on the ground, Gus nodded, "He is yours now."

Though the girl appeared gentle and beautiful, whom he very much wanted to possess, in this land, everything is dictated by strength. If you're strong enough, you command respect.

"Hold on a second, have them gather his severed fingers first." Tilan spoke up.

At this, the guards in the tent glanced at Gus, and seeing him nod, they followed through.

Before long, the freshly cleaned severed fingers were laid on a cloth-lined dish, brought before the girl.

Receiving the dish, Tilan approached the Butterfly Species man who had fainted from the pain, having someone lift his wrist.

Then, under the incredulous gazes of the onlookers, she reattached the severed fingers one by one, not only healing the wounds but also causing the man in a coma to involuntarily move from the pain and stimulation, with his fingers regaining movement.

Such healing means seemed miraculous, stunning everyone in the tent. Even the formerly disdainful guards beside were now staring in amazement.

"My Holy Sun, what miraculous ability is this, able to reattach so perfectly?"

"So rare, I've never heard of a healing ability capable of complete restoration."

"Am I imagining things, being able to achieve such a thing."

Voices arose throughout the tent, with all now focusing on Tilan's miraculous healing ability.