Xi Yue did not mock them, but instead said solemnly, “This is a serious disease, contagious, and can easily lead to death. However, it is not incurable. Fortunately, your village is surrounded by the very herbs that cure this disease.”

As she spoke, she pointed toward a nearby thicket, “Although the Sweet Wormwood isn’t the ideal treatment for malaria, the physical constitution of your tribe’s people is quite good. Plus, I have a method to enhance the medicinal properties of Sweet Wormwood. Therefore, I assure you that this is not a punishment from the gods. There is no need to burn anyone as a sacrifice. At least 90% of the sick people in your tribe will survive.”

Upon hearing Xi Yue’s words, the chief could no longer hold back his tears.

The Cangda Tribe doesn’t have to be annihilated. I don’t have to lose my daughter and granddaughter. I won’t become the sinner of the entire tribe. This is great! What a blessing!

However, an old and cold voice abruptly sounded from the altar, “Foul witch, how dare you bewitch my people? Do you know the consequences of defiling the gods and taking away the offerings meant for them?”

Xi Yue looked in the direction of the altar.

A very old woman, dressed like a shaman, was seen squinting her small eyes and staring coldly at her.

Xi Yue couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile and said, “I heard that you are the most favored servant of the god?”

The shaman raised her head and said with pride, “That’s natural. I’m the person closest to god. You’re a witch and you are deceiving everyone with your lies. Don’t think that I can’t see your evil nature.”

Xi Yue nodded nonchalantly. She squinted her eyes and said slowly, “Since you are the most beloved by the god, why not offer yourself as a sacrifice to the Pane God? I believe god would prefer your company over others, don’t you think?”

As soon as Xi Yue said these words, the shaman’s expression froze.

Meanwhile, the people of the Cangda Tribe below all widened their eyes, simultaneously turning their gazes toward the shaman doctor on the platform.

Some people even couldn’t help but mutter, “Yes, the shaman doctor is the god’s favorite person. Why didn’t we think of dedicating the shaman doctor to Him?”

Of course, the old woman on the altar also heard everyone’s whispers. Her face twisted with anger and panic.

Suddenly, she turned to Mori beside her and said, “This witch dares to insult the god. The god is infuriated, and a greater punishment is about to befall our Cangda Tribe. Capture her and burn her at the stake. Only this can appease the wrath of the god!”

Upon hearing this, Moli immediately led a group of people and rushed toward Xi Yue.

Chief Nita shouted for them to stop, but these people simply did not listen to him.

Many kind-hearted people of the Cangda Tribe showed unbearable expressions and turned away, unable to bear to see this beautiful young girl die.

However, the next moment, only a few loud bangs were heard.

Soon after, the groans of the men could be heard coming from all around the altar.

Everyone looked in surprise to see Moli and the others being thrown to the ground in a disheveled state.

Moli looked at Xi Yue in shock and fear, gritted his teeth, and said, “You… you witch, what witchcraft did you use?”

He felt as if something had struck his chest, causing a burning pain. For a moment, he couldn’t even stand up.

On the altar, the shaman’s eyes were filled with panic and hatred.

Her gaze swept over the crowd. Seeing the chief’s face filled with relief, her expression darkened. She shouted fiercely, “Nita, is this how you’re going to save your daughter and granddaughter?!”

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