Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband!-Chapter 47: You passed with flying colors

The words fell heavily into the quiet cave, rough and solemn, like an oath carved into stone rather than something spoken aloud, and the moment they left his mouth the entire space seemed to still around them.

Even the faint crackle of the herb bundles hanging near the entrance felt distant, as though the air itself had paused to witness the gesture.

Jaren’s knees pressed into the dirt without hesitation.

His back was straight despite the lingering weakness in his limbs, head lowered, palms flat against the ground in front of her in the most ancient posture of surrender their tribe possessed.

It was not thanks.

It was not gratitude.

It was submission.

Ningning stared at him blankly for two full seconds.

Then her brain short-circuited.

"...Wait. No. No, no, no."

Her voice came out hoarse and tired but distinctly alarmed.

She immediately tried to sit up straighter, only for the soreness in her abdomen to protest sharply.

Weijie’s arm moved behind her back on instinct, steadying her before she could topple sideways, his palm large and warm against her shoulder blades as if she were made of glass.

"Don’t kneel." she said quickly, waving her hand like she was shooing away a stray dog. "Get up. Please get up first. This is weird."

Jaren did not move.

To him, her flustered refusal only sounded like humility.

"My life returned because of you," he insisted, voice low and steady. "If you command it, I will hunt for you. Fight for you. Even die for you. From this day..."

"Stop."

This time her tone was firmer.

Not loud.

Just flat.

The kind of flat that cut cleaner than shouting.

"I don’t want your life."

The sentence landed so bluntly that everyone froze.

Even Numa, who had been quietly grinding herbs in the corner, paused mid-motion.

Jaren finally looked up, confused.

Ningning rubbed her temple, already exhausted. "I didn’t save you so you’d sell yourself to me. That’s not how this works. Your life is yours. Keep it."

He frowned slightly, clearly unable to process the logic.

"But—"

"I didn’t do anything special," she continued, her voice calmer now, practical, almost matter-of-fact. "I just treated you. That’s it. If Xiaoli or anyone else had the same knowledge, they could’ve done the same thing. It’s not some miracle."

Behind her, Weijie’s brows knit together.

Not a miracle?

She brought back a dead man with a liquid she possessed.

They might not know.

But he knew.

He understood that his mate was not ordinary.

Yet she spoke of it like patching a torn basket.

Jaren’s hands tightened against the dirt. "A life debt must be repaid."

"That’s your tribe’s rule, not mine."

Ningning replied simply. "Where I’m from, doctors don’t own their patients after treatment. Imagine how messy that would be."

She gave him a tired look. "If you really want to thank me, then just live properly. Eat. Train. Don’t almost die again. That’s enough."

She wasn’t going to tell him to be nice to Puka.

He should love her on his own accord.

The cave fell quiet.

Her words were plain, almost careless, but somehow heavier than any dramatic oath.

She wasn’t asking for loyalty.

Wasn’t asking for repayment.

Wasn’t even asking for gratitude.

She was pushing everything away like it didn’t matter.

And somehow that made it matter more.

Puka’s eyes reddened first.

Before anyone could react, she suddenly stepped forward and dropped to her knees beside Ningning, grabbing her hands with both of hers.

"Still... still thank you." she said, voice breaking. "Yesterday I thought the ancestors were punishing me. I thought I was going to lose him. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t even breathe properly."

Her fingers trembled.

"But you brought him back. If you hadn’t come... I..."

The rest dissolved into tears.

Ningning panicked immediately.

"Hey— hey— don’t cry, please—"

She awkwardly patted Puka’s back, stiff as a board, clearly out of her depth. "He’s fine now, right? So it’s okay. See? Everyone’s alive. Happy ending. No crying needed."

Doudou snorted in her head.

[Honestly, dumpling. You truly did surprise me. How compassionate, for you to trade your reward for someone you’ve never met because of someone you barely know. I’m not in charge of your choices so I can’t force you to do what you don’t want to do. So I am proud. You passed your second task with flying colors. Not only did you get the respect of these women, you also got Una who sees you as her rival to see you in a new light. Good job.]

For a brief moment after Doudou’s words faded, Ningning felt something small and unfamiliar stir in her chest, light and warm and strangely ticklish, as though someone had tucked a tiny feather beneath her ribs.

It wasn’t pride exactly, and it wasn’t relief either, but something softer, something that made her shoulders loosen without her realizing it.

Back home, effort was expected and rarely acknowledged; you did what you had to do and moved on. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Yet here, every little thing she did seemed to be treated like a miracle descended from the heavens, and although she kept insisting it wasn’t a big deal, wasn’t anything special, the steady stream of gratitude still slipped past her defenses and settled quietly inside her.

...It was nice.

Dangerously nice.

The kind of nice that made you want to try harder next time.

Numa cleared his throat gently from the corner, the old leader pushing himself to his feet with slow, creaking movements.

His eyes, usually sharp and appraising, had softened considerably as they rested on her.

"Ningning." he began, voice low and solemn, "you may not accept the debt, but that does not mean it does not exist."

Ningning already felt a headache coming.

He continued anyway, tone heavy with memory. "The black kind has taken many of ours. Many from the wolf tribe. Many from the bear tribe. Even travelers from distant lands. Once the poison enters the blood, they do not return. We burn their bodies before the sun rises."

His gaze shifted briefly to Jaren, then back to her.

"But you brought one back."

The words were simple.

Still, the weight behind them made the cave feel smaller.

"You are a good female." Numa said slowly. "With a good heart. Today, this old one finally understands why Weijie chose you."