11. A Different Kind of Healing Ability

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After finishing her bath, Cang Qian came out and saw him already seated. She casually wiped her hair and then sat down beside Banai.

Banai said, “Actually, Sang Yingying used to come here every now and then to treat my leg, but after half a month, there was no improvement at all.”

“You and she both have first-level healing abilities, so I don’t think the effect would be much.”

Cang Qian raised an eyebrow. “She is her, and I am me. Although we both have first-level healing abilities, it also depends on how the female orc cultivates herself.”

This afternoon, while cultivating, she had seen on the scroll about second-level healing abilities that besides regular cultivation, practical application is needed to double the effect with half the effort.

She knew that without reaching second level, the leg could never truly heal, but to advance to second level as soon as possible, even if there was no immediate effect, she had to keep treating him as practice.

Cang Qian also intended to be more active in the village in the coming days, secretly helping any injured orcs she encountered to gain more practical experience.

Banai listened without saying much. Since it was as it was, he might as well let her try.

He rested his left leg on the rattan chair, and Cang Qian placed her palm on his left calf, activating her healing ability.

Instantly, Banai felt a warm current flowing into his left calf, like basking in sunlight.

Gradually, not only did his left calf feel comfortable, but his entire body and mind relaxed, so much so that his eyes involuntarily closed.

At that moment, he realized that Cang Qian’s healing was indeed different from Sang Yingying’s.

When Sang Yingying treated him, he felt nothing significant, like ordinary water flow, even a slight chill.

But Cang Qian’s healing started as a gentle warm stream, then surged powerfully, finally bringing a deep, layered comfort.

It was not overbearing, but gentle.

Most importantly, Cang Qian’s healing brought warmth, whereas Sang Yingying’s brought chill.

Banai opened his eyes and looked at Cang Qian, who was diligently treating him. He asked, “Back then, was it you who knocked me out and broke my leg?”

Cang Qian met his gaze. “I said I didn’t. Do you believe me?”

Banai was silent for a moment, then said, “Before, I definitely wouldn’t have believed it, but today I’ve seen many things, things different from before, so I’m starting to believe you a bit.”

“A bit means you still have doubts!”

Cang Qian smiled. “That’s normal. After all, you’ve believed for a year that I was the one who broke your leg. It’s impossible to completely reverse that belief now.”

“Don’t worry, I will investigate this. Not only will I heal your leg, but I’ll uncover the truth for you.”

Banai said nothing, just kept looking at her. Cang Qian looked back at him.

Their eyes met again.

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Suddenly, Banai reached out and grabbed the back of her head, trying to kiss her.

Cang Qian pushed him away, stood up from the rattan chair, and said, “Let’s end the treatment for tonight. We’ll continue tomorrow evening.”

With that, she turned and left the living room, heading to her room.

Banai raised an eyebrow watching her leave without giving him a kiss—was this a game of playing hard to get?

Although he was still a bit uncertain, he was basically convinced that there was more to the story behind his broken leg.

If so, then the person who broke his leg must be someone else, so his hatred for Cang Qian had lessened considerably, even turning into suspicion.

Since she said she would investigate, and she seemed sincere, Banai decided to see who really broke his leg.

If he found out, he would never let it go!

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Early the next morning, Cang Qian got up.

She had promised Che Baiyuan that she would help today and couldn’t go back on her word, so no matter how tired she was, she had to go.

She had just finished freshening up when Banai came out of his room.

Cang Qian said, “I’m going to the Che family first. You finish up quickly and come over.”

“Wait a moment.”

Just as she turned to leave, Banai called out, “Che Baiyuan just had a baby. You’re going to help and also to offer congratulations. You can’t just go empty-handed.”

“Ah?” Cang Qian frowned. “What should I bring then?”

Banai came up to her and poked her on the head. “You bumped your head and forgot the custom. When a newborn orc is born, you naturally bring wheat ears and raw wombat meat as blessings.”

Cang Qian rubbed her head, which hurt from the poke, and asked shyly, “I really forgot! Um... can you tell me what the wheat ears and raw wombat meat symbolize?”

Banai rolled his eyes but explained, “Wheat ears mean wishing for safety year after year, blessing the newborn orc with peace every year.”

“And raw wombat meat means wishing the little female orc to be as fertile as the wombat beast!”

“Are wombat beasts really that fertile?” Cang Qian asked again, puzzled.

Banai nodded. “At least three litters a year, with at least three babies each time. They are among the most fertile beasts.”

Cang Qian almost laughed.

She could understand the wheat ears—it was just a pun—but the meaning of the raw wombat meat blessing was a bit absurd!

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But customs differ by place; she might not understand, but she respected it.

At that moment, Banai turned and picked up the already wrapped wheat ears and wombat meat from the rattan table.

“These are blessings I prepared half a month ago.”

“Since I’m your mate now, you should take these blessings to the Che family.”

Cang Qian took the packages, looked them over, and asked, “If I bring them now, won’t it look odd when you arrive empty-handed? Should I wait and go with you?”

Banai explained, “It’s fine. Whenever there’s a male orc with a little female orc, the females call the shots at home, including sending blessings.”

“If a male orc sends blessings himself, it means no female orc has taken an interest in him.”

“Others would think he lacks ability or looks, so no female orc favors him. That’s a huge disgrace for an orc!”

Upon hearing this, Cang Qian’s eyes lit up.

There really was such a thing! This idea sounded so gratifying!

It seemed this female-majority orc society was actually quite nice. Although fertility determined female orcs’ worth, their status was quite high!

Afterward, Cang Qian happily took the wrapped wheat ears and raw wombat meat and left home, heading toward the Che family.

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Outside the Che family’s house.

When she arrived, she saw the same scene as yesterday, even more clan members gathered outside this time.

Everyone had come to offer blessings and to drink a bowl of celebratory soup, hoping to share in the fertility luck.

Cang Qian quickened her pace.

The clan members saw her and said nothing; some even made way for her.

At the same time, she noticed the way they looked at her had changed.

Before, their gazes held disgust or disdain, but now there was more curiosity, and some even looked pleased.

Cang Qian met their eyes, feeling a bit confused, and walked into the Che family’s house.

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