The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

Thinking of this, Kaelen didn’t immediately answer Uncle Cassian’s question. He hurriedly stood up, leaning close to Cassian’s shoulder to observe, reaching out to feel the protruding part of the shoulder blade, then feeling down the arm.

Cassian laughed and said:

"What is this kid playing at again? What’s so pretty about Uncle’s shoulder to..."

*Crack!*

Before Cassian could finish the word "look", he only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, followed by a cracking sound, and the shoulder bone that had been protruding for nearly twenty years had returned to its original position.

Elian dropped his drinking cup, and Cassian almost turned to stone. He stared at his left shoulder, unable to believe it.

*Crack!*

Another cracking sound rang out, and Cassian’s right shoulder also returned to its original position.

By this time, Elian was dumbfounded. Cassian couldn’t believe it, tentatively moving his arms and shoulders gently. Although both shoulders were very painful, his arms were no longer powerless as before.

"Ka... Kaelen, how did you do that?"

Cassian looked at Kaelen in astonishment. He didn’t even know how Kaelen had done it; the moment he heard the cracking sound of his bones, Kaelen had already finished. Kaelen only rubbed his nose, smiling slightly, then continued to use his hands to check Cassian’s shoulders again.

Too serious!

Kaelen frowned slightly. Uncle Cassian’s dislocation had lasted for too long, nearly twenty years. From the first injury, he hadn’t rested properly, and frequently using his arms for heavy labor had caused the ligaments to slacken, making the joint cartilage constantly rub against each other and depleting the lubricating fluid. Now, although the joints had returned to their correct positions, if not treated in time, it would lead to severe arthritis.

In another ten, twenty years, these arms would be completely ruined. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

[Elian, get some animal skin straps over here. Elian? Hey!]

Elian’s mind had already wandered off somewhere, completely unaware Kaelen was calling him. Kaelen had to walk right up to him and shake him vigorously to call his soul back.

"Ah... Ka... Kaelen... Daddy’s, Daddy’s arms...?"

[I healed them for him. Bring some animal skin straps over here for me.]

"Oh... oh... Getting them right away!"

While Elian went to get the animal skin straps, Kaelen rummaged through Uncle Cassian’s medicine box. Because his shoulders frequently hurt, the house always had medicine ready.

Finding white willow bark, Kaelen immediately put it into a pot made from a wild beast’s skull to decoct it. Next, he melted pine resin, which Uncle Cassian usually used to attach bone knife handles, mixed it with kitchen ash to make a hot plaster, and applied it to his two shoulders.

Taking advantage of the heat from the plaster seeping into Uncle Cassian’s flesh, Kaelen secretly used a bit of Wood element healing skill. Uncle Cassian completely didn’t notice anything unusual, only thinking the pain was decreasing thanks to Kaelen’s hot plaster.

By this time, Elian had brought many animal skin straps back; Kaelen immediately used soft animal skin to carefully suspend Uncle Cassian’s arms around his neck. At this time, the white willow bark decoction was finished; Elian poured it into a wooden bowl, blew it cool, and carefully spoon-fed his Daddy.

[From now on, you are not allowed to work anymore, and you cannot touch your shoulders. It will heal completely in about three days.] If it were a normal person, it would take a month, but with Kaelen’s healing ability and the robust vitality of a beastman, three days was considered generous.

Elian’s eyes were red, asking with a trembling voice:

"Kaelen, do you mean, my Daddy will be healthy again like a normal beastman, right?"

[Exactly. But only healthy. Later on when winter comes, his shoulder joints will still ache. Therefore, he absolutely must not let his body catch a cold!]

"Yes, yes." Elian nodded repeatedly, saying: "Daddy, you quickly go rest. From today on, I will strictly supervise you!"

Cassian had been speechless since Kaelen confirmed his arms could fully heal. He teared up, wanting to raise his hand to wipe his nose but afraid of moving his shoulders, so he sat stiffly. Finally, he could only use a nasally voice to say to Kaelen:

"Kaelen, this favor of yours, Uncle currently has no way to repay. Rest assured, in the future, no matter what you want to do, Uncle will help you unconditionally. Uncle swears to the Beast God, if anyone bullies or harms you, Uncle will kill him!"

Kaelen waved his hand. Was there a need to be so serious?

He added: [Elian, help your Daddy rest, and give him another dose of white willow bark decoction tonight. I’m going over to Uncle Icarus’s house to take a look first.]

Saying that, he left without hesitation.

In his magical era in his past life, even half-body paralysis could be cured; it was just a broken leg, he was absolutely sure he could cure it!

Looking at Kaelen’s departing back, Elian sobbed:

"Daddy, can Kaelen heal Uncle Icarus’s leg? His leg is even more serious than your arms."

Cassian pondered for a moment, then later said:

"Whether it can be healed or not, he must try once. Just don’t hope too much. Icarus’s left leg almost had to be amputated back then, but before it was amputated, his fever broke, so the High Priest didn’t amputate it. Truly lucky. In the end, he finally met Kaelen. This child had his parents and voice taken by the Beast God, but was bestowed with extraordinary intelligence in return. The way I see it, he is the hope of this tribe; only those cowards would consider him a disaster. Fools!"

The tribe had been eyed by Cipher for decades; at that time Kaelen wasn’t even born, so where did the harm come from?

He was just unlucky to be born right when the frontlines broke. As for his voice, it was because of dystocia that his vocal cords were damaged; what did that have to do with being a bad omen?

Furthermore, while the tribe was fleeing, many times it was Kaelen’s crying that signaled danger, allowing those people to survive until now.

Where is the bad omen? It’s clearly an auspicious omen, a lucky child sent down by the Beast God to save this battered tribe!

While Elian and his father were talking about Kaelen, he had run to Cael’s house, currently squatting down to examine Icarus’s broken leg.

"You’ve been looking for a while, did you see anything? This kid, having some sudden fit, who knows what." Icarus sat on the stone stool, grumbling in a low voice.

"If the kid likes looking, let him look. Kaelen, staring at that lame leg of his won’t make a flower bloom, come over here and drink some berry juice. I just finished making it." Icarus’s mate, Jax, brought out a cup of berry juice, calling Kaelen to his side.

Kaelen raised one hand to wave it off, his eyes still fixed on Icarus’s broken leg. This leg suffered a powerful bite from a beastman but wasn’t too serious. It had to be said that the vitality of Beastmen was truly abnormal; being bitten like that, yet the shinbone wasn’t shattered, and moreover, over time, the body healed itself, actually managing to partially knit itself back together.

It was just that because it had already knitted itself together, wanting to set it properly now meant it could only be broken again, and only then could treatment proceed.

The problem was, in his past life, Kaelen had only seen people do it but had never practiced it himself; furthermore, in his past life, there were anesthetic potions and healing potions, plus the healing ability of Healers; here, there was absolutely nothing.

He wasn’t fully confident at all.

Kaelen suddenly clapped his hands loudly, stood up abruptly, and ran away, leaving both Jax and Icarus staring at each other in bewilderment.

What’s wrong with this kid today?