56: Chapter 56 The Chief's Attraction to the Opposite Sex

Wang Sheng stood at the village entrance. The golden holy light on his fists slowly dissipated, like the afterglow of a sunset, magnificent and quiet.

His breathing was steady as usual. The spiritual energy consumption of a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior was nothing more than the intensity of his daily cultivation. Three Rank 3 Barbarian Warrior Red-Maned Berserk Lions and over twenty high-tier Savage Beasts were no longer a threat worth worrying about for Guangming Village, which had already experienced two Beast Tides.

He turned around and then saw the group of beast-kin girls.

Seven of them.

They stood in the open space at the village entrance, like seven wild flowers of the wilderness battered by a storm, tattered and covered in wounds, their spiritual energy nearly exhausted, yet their eyes were all bright. It was not the relief of surviving a disaster after fear, but…

Wang Sheng was slightly stunned.

Seven pairs of eyes looked at him in unison. In those eyes were the vertical pupils unique to the beast-kin—amber, emerald green, purple-gold, ice blue. Each pair of eyes was like the most precious gem on the Savage Continent, but at this moment, what was reflected in those gems was not gratitude toward a savior, but a deeper, more primal, scorching gaze, as if attracted by a magnet.

It was a kind of…

The deer-eared girl walked at the front.

She was the least injured among the seven. Her light brown short hair fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and the two nimble deer ears on top of her head were pressed slightly backward at this moment, which was the instinctive posture of beast-kin to express caution and vigilance.

But her eyes, that pair of amber vertical pupils, looked like amber soaked in honey, glowing with a warm luster in the morning light, and were watching Wang Sheng without blinking.

She was half a head taller than the average human girl. Her slender yet full figure was faintly visible under her tattered deer-skin clothing. It was not the slender and soft figure of a human female, but the perfect physique of the beast-kin, intertwined with wildness and health.

Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, but the curve below the waistline was shockingly full. Her deer-skin skirt had long been torn by the claws of Savage Beasts during their escape, revealing honey-colored skin on her thighs that looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. It was firm and smooth, every inch exuding a sense of power and flexibility forged by running in the wilderness.

The deer-skin bandeau on her upper body barely wrapped around her fullness. That fullness was about to burst out from under the tattered bandeau, like a pair of honey peaches nourished by the wild land, round and perky, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

Her face was like a wild flower on the Savage Continent moistened by morning dew. It was not the intricately carved beauty of humans, but a stunning beauty that was wild yet lively.

Her light brown short hair fell on her forehead like withered leaves blown by the autumn wind, clinging to her honey-colored forehead. Her cheeks had the light golden freckles unique to the Deer Spirit Tribe, like gold dust sprinkled by the sun.

Her nose bridge was straight, and her lips were slightly pursed. That was not nervousness, but rather using immense willpower to control something.

She walked to a distance of three steps in front of Wang Sheng and stopped.

The social distance of the beast-kin was closer than that of humans, and three steps was the greatest restraint she could maintain.

"I am Bailu," her voice was like the cry of a deer in the forest, crisp and stubborn, carrying an unquestionable tenacity, "Cangmang Region, Deer Spirit Tribe, Deer Spirit Archer."

She lowered her head slightly, not in submission, but as a way for the beast-kin to express respect, "Thank you for saving us."

Wang Sheng looked at her, and then he noticed something strange.

Bailu's deer ears were trembling slightly—not from fear, not from cold, but as if attracted by some invisible frequency. The two nimble deer ears turned toward his direction involuntarily, just like two iron leaves attracted by a magnet.

Her beast tail, a fluffy white short tail, was also swaying slightly. That swaying was not the rapid twitching seen when nervous, but a slow, relaxed, and satisfied wagging that only appears when a small animal is being stroked.

Her gaze—Wang Sheng understood that gaze.

He had seen many types of gazes in the twenty-plus days since his transmigration. Shen Xun'er's was gentle moonlight, Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's was a warm current surging beneath a cold icy surface, Zhao Linger's was the satisfaction of a happy little animal being stroked, but Bailu's gaze was different from all of them.

It was a kind of gaze, as if a starving person had seen food, like a lost traveler seeing a campfire, like parched land feeling the arrival of rain—an instinctive worship and longing for the strong, written deep into the genes of the beast-kin.

It was not ordinary gratitude. It was not ordinary admiration. It was…

"Ding!" The system notification sound rang in Wang Sheng's mind.

[Detected that beast-kin females have developed an attraction reaction toward the Chieftain,]

[SSS-rank Aura · Spreading Branches and Leaves · Effect 1 Verified: The Chieftain's attraction to the opposite sex increases by 30%. This effect is equally effective on other races!]

[This is the first time the system's attraction bonus has taken effect on another race,]

[Note: Beast-kin naturally worship the strong; the attraction reaction toward the Chieftain is expected to be 1.5 - 2 times that of humans.]

Wang Sheng looked at the prompt on the system panel, his heart trembling slightly. The system's 30% attraction bonus was already powerful enough for human women, but the effect on beast-kin was actually 1.5 to 2 times that of humans? This meant the attraction beast-kin females felt when facing him was not 130%, but…

He looked up at Bailu. The deer-eared girl's ears turned redder, and those amber vertical pupils were like ignited honey, scorching and burning hot, but she still stood there stubbornly, using immense willpower to maintain the dignity of the beast-kin.

Then, he looked at the other beast-kin girls behind Bailu.

The cat-eared girl's pupils had completely turned into vertical lines. That was the physiological reaction of the Cat Spirit Tribe when strongly attracted, like a cat seeing a cat teaser, unable to control the urge to get closer.

Her pair of black cat ears were pressed tightly against her silver-gray long hair, and her furry cat tail was swaying rapidly behind her, like a plucked string, each movement carrying an uncontrollable tremor.

Her figure was petite yet hot. Her slender waist was like a willow branch, but her chest and hips seemed to have been specially favored by the bountiful power of the wilderness, round and full, forming a shocking contrast with her slender waist.

Her silver-gray Cat Spirit short skirt was already tattered, revealing skin on the inner thighs as fair as moonlight; the skin of the Cat Spirit Tribe was naturally whiter and more delicate than other beast-kin, like silk moistened by moonlight.

The rabbit-eared girl's ears were longer than the other beast-kin. A pair of snow-white long ears stood up from her light pink long hair and were currently twitching violently, like two flower petals blown by the wind.

Her face was round, like a peach moistened by morning dew. A pair of large ruby-like eyes were looking at Wang Sheng, wet like a little deer's. That gaze was like a little rabbit abandoned by its owner suddenly seeing a human willing to adopt her—grievance and longing intertwined, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and rub her ears.

Her figure was the most petite among the beast-kin girls, but "petite" in the definition of the beast-kin was completely different from that of humans. Even though she was the smallest, her curves were still like fruits on the Savage Continent nourished by sunshine and rain—full and round, with an amazing waist-to-hip ratio. The genetic inheritance of the Rabbit Spirit Tribe gave them the perkiest hips among all beast-kin.

That fluffy white rabbit tail was currently twitching uncontrollably, like a white fluffy ball swaying in the wind.

The fox-eared girl stood at the very back. Her presence was like a fox shrouded in twilight, quiet and mysterious.

A head of fiery red long hair flowed down to her waist like a burning sunset, and a pair of crimson fox ears stood up from her hair, like two small flags.

Her face was the most exquisite of the seven, like a fox-kin face personally carved by the gods of the wilderness. Her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and her thin lips were slightly pursed, every curve exuding a natural charm and cunning.

Her figure was slender and enchanting, like a curve outlined by flames. Her waist was as slender as a snake's, but the fullness of her chest and the roundness of her hips were like rubies burned by fire, flamboyant and eye-catching.

A fluffy crimson fox tail hung down from behind her, the tip brushing lightly against the ground, like a ribbon of flame blown by the wind.

Her phoenix eyes were half-closed, as if scrutinizing an interesting piece of prey.

But when Wang Sheng's gaze swept across her face, a fluctuation that even she could not control flashed in those phoenix eyes. The charm talent of the Fox Spirit Tribe gave her a naturally high immunity and insight toward the opposite sex. She could perceive any man's desire and intentions toward her, but at this moment, what she perceived was the exact opposite.

What she perceived was this man's attraction toward herself. That attraction was like an ignited flame, leaping out from the very core instinct of her Fox Spirit Tribe. It was not physical desire, but a deeper, more profound instinctual yearning, similar to the Fox Spirit Tribe's longing for sacred fire.

Her fox tail stood up uncontrollably, and the crimson fur at the tip of the tail exploded as if struck by an electric current, as if flames had suddenly risen in the wind.

Wang Sheng felt the scorching gaze of seven pairs of eyes. That gaze was like seven flames of different colors, roasting his face from different directions at the same time.

It was not that he hadn't been watched before; the combined gazes of the sixty-two human girls on him every day were enough to burn through a steel plate, but the gaze of the beast-kin girls was completely different from the humans'.