Crossing to Live in the Wilderness Plains 166
by Miiya · February 14, 2026
Chapter 166
Early in the morning, Ake, who was out on patrol, came back carrying a small female covered in black fur. His fur was dripping wet, his eyes were tightly shut, and only his faint breathing showed that he was still alive.
“What’s going on?” Azhang, who had been waiting at the city gate with Chen Qi to see when the patrol would return, was startled at the sight.
“I found him in the Chishui River. The river has started to freeze lately. I don’t know how long he’d been in the water before being washed ashore.” Ake quickly explained. When he first pulled him out, it felt like hauling up a solid block of ice.
“Why didn’t you dry his fur first?” Chen Qi’s heart sank at the sight of the little female’s soaked coat. He wasn’t sure if he could even be saved.
“What should we do now? Can he still be saved?” Ake asked anxiously. When he had found him, he’d only thought of getting him away from the freezing river, hoping that bringing him back to the tribe might save him.
Chen Qi asked him to lay the female flat on the ground, then used snow to rub and dry his fur before having Ake carry him to his house.
The little female had already lost consciousness. Chen Qi couldn’t tell if it was due to the cold or from injury, so he placed him at a distance from the fire at first. Once his body warmed slightly, he would move him closer.
“There aren’t any visible wounds,” Ali said after checking the female’s body. “He’s probably just fainted after soaking in the Chishui River for too long.”
Chen Qi boiled some water, let it cool a bit, and tried feeding him a little with a spoon. But the little female couldn’t swallow at all, so he had to moisten his lips with a cloth instead.
“I wonder how he ended up in the river.”
“Maybe he snuck out to play by the river and slipped,” Ka Luo guessed. It wasn’t common, but not impossible. After all, beastmen from other tribes weren’t like those in Qi Ze City, who had all learned to swim on purpose.
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“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Azhang said. “Ake, take some people and patrol the area again. The rest of you, keep clearing the snow and bringing it up to the city wall. Whatever this is about, finishing the wall comes first.”
“Yes.”
“Chen Qi, you and Ali stay here today and take care of this little female. Do what you can—if he can be saved, save him.”
Chen Qi nodded. “En, I’ll do my best.”
Once Azhang had given out his orders, he left with the others.
Ali went to the storage room, took out a laiche fruit, cut it open, and set it by the fire to boil. When it started bubbling, he moved it aside to cool.
Chen Qi took out his cloak made from snow bear fur and draped it over the little female. The cloak was far warmer than any ordinary hide or quilt, yet soft and light enough not to weigh him down.
“He’s still unconscious—can he drink the laiche fruit?”
“Even if he can’t, he has to. As long as a beastman female can eat, and he’s not bleeding out, he’ll live,” Ali replied confidently. He knew much more about beastmen than Chen Qi did.
“En.”
Perhaps to resist the river’s cold, the little female’s face had also partially beastified, covered in fur. His fingertips bore sharp nails, two of which were broken and several cracked. No one knew how that had happened, but at least the nails hadn’t peeled up—there was no blood or torn flesh.
Once the laiche fruit juice had cooled to the right temperature, Ali carefully fed him spoonful by spoonful. Even if ten spoonfuls only resulted in half a spoon swallowed, and juice spilled from his lips to stain his clothes, Ali didn’t mind. As long as he could drink even a little, he was relieved.
As a result, it took over an hour to finish feeding the juice of a single fruit, and the little female had probably swallowed only a few spoonfuls in total.
Ali gently laid him flat and tucked in the corners of the cloak. “Let him sleep for a while. Sleeping will help him recover.”
“En.” Chen Qi looked anxiously at the unconscious female and sat beside him, keeping watch.
Around noon, Ali fed him again—this time, he managed to drink a few more mouthfuls. When Azhang and Ake came by to check on him, both sighed in relief. Even though he hadn’t regained consciousness, as long as he could take in food, that was enough. Ake even brought over a dozen more laiche fruits from his home.
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That day, Ali fed him five times in total—five laiche fruits. By the last feeding, he could swallow one spoonful out of three. Both Chen Qi and Ali thought he might slowly recover this way…
But at midnight, as a snowstorm swept through the city, the little female suddenly developed a burning fever.
“What do we do?” Ali panicked as he watched his face flush red beneath the dark fur—he had no idea how to help.
Chen Qi dabbed at his cracked, trembling lips with a damp cloth, his own heart in disarray. He regretted not having studied medicine—if he had, maybe he could have saved this child.
“Chen Qi, try heatgrass.” Somehow, Aze appeared with a bundle of the fever-reducing herb they’d stored away. Only then did Chen Qi remember that this plant could reduce fever.
“Then hurry and boil some,” Chen Qi urged.
“En.” Aze took the heatgrass to the fire to boil.
Following Ai Li’s previous method, he used two stalks of heatgrass to boil about a bowl of water. After feeding most of it to the little female—and spilling the rest—the other’s forehead gradually felt less hot than before.
Before dawn, they fed the child another half bowl of the heatgrass brew. This time, the little female slept deeply and peacefully, and by evening, slowly opened his eyes.
His body had no strength, yet even in such weakness, his eyes showed vigilance when they first opened. Only after seeing that he was surrounded by beastmen did he relax. His lips moved a few times, but he found that he lacked the strength to speak.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” Chen Qi said softly, touching his forehead to comfort him.
Ali brought over a bowl of rice paste that had been kept warm. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday. Eat a little first—once you’ve rested, you’ll have the strength to talk.”
Ali helped him sit up, letting him lean against his body, and fed him spoon by spoon as before.
Perhaps because the little female had regained consciousness, this time he didn’t spill as he ate. He obediently finished the whole bowl of rice paste, and when he saw the bowl was empty, he still looked at Ali with longing. He had been starving even longer than Ali imagined—he once thought he would either freeze to death in the river or starve to death.
Seeing that he still wanted to eat, Chen Qi, worried that he might overeat and upset his stomach, suggested, “Rest a bit before eating more.”
The little female nodded slightly, and Ali laid him down again. Before long, he fell asleep once more.
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Over the next few days, the little female woke only to eat and slept again afterward. All they learned was that his name was Ajiu. For the time being, they had no way of knowing why he had fallen into the Chishui River or which tribe he belonged to.
During this time, the ice wall had been built much higher. Even the inside of the wall was buried with two rows of deer traps, and outside, Chen Qi had added his new invention—bombs. These were placed near the traps so that even if they weren’t strong enough to kill dragons, they could at least startle them into falling into the pits, which would still count as a success.
As the defensive works neared completion, the little female named Ajiu gradually recovered. However, because he had been soaked in the river for too long, his throat seemed injured. His speech became unclear and hoarse, so one had to listen carefully to make out his words.
Azhang had originally advised him to rest and recover before talking about his past, but Ajiu insisted on telling everyone what had happened to his tribe once he regained his voice. He knew this news was important to all beastman tribes and could not let his physical weakness delay it.
Ajiu’s tribe was located beside a small mound—not as sturdy as the rocky hill of the former Rock-Mountain Tribe, and poorly defensible, yet it was the best place they could find nearby. The tribe was neither too far nor too close to Qi Ze City. Ajiu had drifted down the river for nearly a week before arriving.
After hearing Ajiu’s account of how his tribe was destroyed, everyone felt deep sympathy—but also growing fear. Such a massive hyena-drake attack….. If they had struck Qi Ze City instead, could the city possibly withstand tens of thousands of them?
Impossible.
Everyone already knew the answer without needing to say it aloud.
“It’s enough that we know this for now. Don’t mention it to the rest of the tribe,” Azhang said darkly after listening. “Let’s finish raising the ice wall to its planned height over the next few nights, and complete the trap layouts outside as soon as possible.”
Everyone responded in unison.
Azhang reached out and gently ruffled Ajiu’s small head, brushing away the fur on his own face to reveal the child’s young, innocent features. To have gone through the destruction of his tribe at such a young age—perhaps being the only survivor—this child had endured far more than anyone imagined. “Ajiu, would you like to stay in our tribe?” he asked.
Ajiu, who had remained calm while recounting his story, suddenly burst into tears at those words. At first, he only sobbed quietly with tears streaming down, but soon he was crying uncontrollably, gasping heavily as though he might faint.
Azhang gently pulled him into his arms, patting his back again and again to calm him, afraid he might choke from crying too hard.
When Ajiu finally cried himself out, he nodded firmly. “You saved me. From now on, I’ll be a member of your tribe.”
“It should be our tribe,” Ake corrected.
Ajiu blinked, then nodded again. “From now on, I’ll be a member of our tribe.”
“Good. Once you’ve recovered, I’ll register you properly,” Azhang said, standing up. “Everyone else, let’s get back to building the defenses.”
Azhang sent Ake and Aze to deliver the news to the Lion-Wolf Tribe, asking them to help spread word to the other tribes so that all beastmen could prepare their defenses. After all, Qi Ze City had too few people to notify everyone on their own.
After working day and night, the pair, Aze and Ake, returned, and within a month, the ice wall and nearby traps were finally completed. The ice wall stood several meters taller than the original earthen one, completely blocking the view. Even from atop the old wall, one could no longer see the plains outside, so the guards were stationed atop the ice wall instead.
The four gates of the earthen wall were tightly shut, and a suspended wooden bridge made of ropes now connected the two walls. To reach the ice wall, one had to cross midair. At first, the beastmen found the feeling of walking above ground very strange and uncomfortable.
Looking at the gleaming, solid ice wall, the beastmen of Qi Ze City felt a renewed sense of safety. With two layers of walls to protect them, surely no kind of dragon could break through.
With the completion of the ice wall, life gradually returned to its usual calm rhythm.
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