After reviewing the original owner's miserable life, Qinghua felt an indescribable sense of frustration. Before her death, she faced hostility from her own tribe; after death, she had inherited such a terrible reputation.
Hmm, this time, the revenge plan had to be carried out properly. There was no way she would let these disgusting creatures soil her eyes.
"Host, could you help retrieve the golden finger from that Bai Youran when her beauty value is at its lowest?" The system suddenly spoke, interrupting the thoughts that kept swirling in Qinghua's mind.
"Helping isn't impossible, but it depends on what price you're willing to pay."
Qinghua was not one to give freely. This request was clearly outside the mission scope, brought up by the system for its own benefit—not hers—so of course, it required a separate price.
The system felt deep regret. If only it had maintained a good relationship with the host earlier, it wouldn't have to pay dearly now to ask for help.
"Hmm, Host, I'll give you 200,000 points. Please help me with this, okay?"
"Fine. This is only because we two are old acquaintances that I'm giving you this special friendship discount."
The system's "resources" still needed to be drawn carefully and steadily. If it overreached, Qinghua had no doubt it would tamper with her missions.
After negotiating with the system, Qinghua quickly glanced at the treehouse where the original owner had lived. Fortunately, the place had been kept very clean by its owner.
The treehouse wasn't large—only about ten or so square meters. Half of the space was occupied by herbs gathered by the original owner. One side held a simple dried-grass bed wrapped in animal skins, while the other side had a stone pot.
The treehouse was where the beastmen stayed during summer; in the cold season, they returned to the communal stone caves.
Hmm, she needed to leave the tiger tribe as soon as possible. Qinghua could not imagine living and eating alongside dozens of beastmen, especially since the cold season lasted six months.
And every cold season was also the beastmen's breeding season—she definitely did not want sleepless nights.
"Shamaness, the chieftain has rescued a special female and would like you to come see her."
The messenger was a female of the tribe who called up from below the treehouse, not coming up herself. (As a rule, low-status beastmen were usually given single-character names.)
Qinghua spoke aloud, "Have the chieftain bring her here. I'm busy organizing the herbs I just harvested."
Hua, the messenger, hurriedly ran off to inform the chieftain without hesitation.
As the footsteps faded, Qinghua's lips curved with a hint of coldness. "Those two aren't worth her rushing to see. She is not the original owner who devoted herself to the tribe in her previous life."
Bai Youran felt anxious. She had thought she was dealing with a group of unintelligent, clumsy beastmen, never expecting there to be a shaman in this tribe.
For some reason, hearing the translation from her system made her feel inexplicably afraid of this shamaness.
The beauty-value system rolled its eyes at Bai Youran where she couldn't see. If it weren't limited to binding only to people from other worlds, such a cowardly fool wouldn't even be worth its attention.
Seeing the pale-skinned female and her fearful expression, Chieftain Mu Yuan quickly tried to reassure her in a low voice: "Goddess, don't worry. Our tribe is very friendly. I only asked the shamaness to come to see if you're injured."
Hearing this from a beastman whose favorability could be increased, Bai Youran felt slightly relieved.
Mu Yuan also had his own calculations. Seeing this female descend from the sky, he immediately considered her a goddess who could bring luck to the tribe.
Even if she wasn't, he had to make her appear as a goddess in the eyes of the tribe. Only then could his position as chieftain be more secure.
Mu Yuan led the others, calmly waiting for Qinghua's arrival, only to hear the messenger relay her refusal.
"Chieftain, the shamaness said she is busy organizing herbs. Please come and speak with the goddess yourself."
Mu Yuan maintained a calm expression, but inwardly he was furious. This shamaness was too much of an obstacle. He would suppress her at the right opportunity to secure absolute authority over the tiger tribe.
The others did not react. After all, Bai Youran had yet to show any value, and the shamaness held a respected position within the tribe.
Hearing the commotion outside, Qinghua quickly descended from the treehouse, holding an herb in her hand. If she was putting on an act, she had to do it thoroughly; after all, these beastmen were not stupid.
Seeing her appear genuinely busy, Mu Yuan's anger lessened slightly. She really was occupied.
"Shamaness, this is the goddess I rescued. She fell from the sky…"
Mu Yuan rambled on, but Qinghua paid no attention. She only understood that he wanted her to confirm Bai Youran's identity as a goddess.
"Chieftain, I'll examine this female to check for injuries. As for the goddess you mentioned, I have not received any message from the beast god."
She wouldn't take responsibility for that. Whoever claimed she was a goddess would have to deal with the consequences later.
Bai Youran could only follow Qinghua, step by step, into the treehouse. Looking at the simple dwelling, her eyes flickered with disdain.
What kind of place was this? Even the rural toilets at her home were far better than this broken treehouse.
Seeing the haughty otherworldly woman, Qinghua showed no expression. After a brief examination, she said:
"Your injuries are not severe. One bowl of medicinal soup will heal them."
Finally, Qinghua brewed a pot of dark-colored soup and, while Bai Youran was unsuspecting, slipped in a potent "Many Offspring, Many Blessings Pill."
Hmm, giving birth as a beastman was not easy. Bai Youran had been with Mu Yuan for a long time in her previous life but hadn't produced any offspring. Qinghua thought she would give things a little push.
She wanted to see how Bai Youran would handle collecting favor points from other beastmen while carrying seven or eight tiger cubs.
Watching Bai Youran force herself to drink the medicinal soup, Qinghua quietly felt a sense of satisfaction:
Drink up. From now on, you'll be carrying seven or eight cubs per pregnancy, continuously. Let's see how you maintain your beauty then.