Banished to Another World

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 (Part 1): Think About It, It is Still a Tragic Word

"Master!" Yan Mo called out to Yuan Zhan, who was ready to leave.

Yuan Zhan turned his head, his expression already impatient.

"You're not going to eat breakfast before you leave?" Yan Mo asked, trying to sound casual. Truthfully, he was starving and hoped Yuan Zhan's appetite might allow him to sneak some food for himself.

Yuan Zhan shrugged. "Catch prey on the road, then we'll talk." The implication was clear—if there was no prey, there would be no breakfast.

Beloved Master, you're really that useless? You're so poor that you can't even provide breakfast for your household? Yan Mo silently swallowed his disdain, forcing an ingratiating smile.

"Master, I sincerely recommend that before you leave, you go behind the barn and pick some thistle leaves. If you get hurt on the road, you can chew them up and slather them on your wounds to stop the bleeding."

"Got it," Yuan Zhan replied with a dismissive wave.

"Master!" Yan Mo called out again as Yuan Zhan turned to leave.

Yuan Zhan turned back, visibly annoyed. "What now?"

"Besides the Setose Thistle, can I also describe a few other common herbs to you? If you find them on your journey, you can use them if needed. And... if you can bring some back, I can store them for future use."

Yuan Zhan narrowed his sharp, fierce eyes at Yan Mo, his expression full of ridicule. "Future use? You mean for you?"

Yan Mo smiled bashfully, trying to maintain his innocent act.

Yuan Zhan suddenly strode back, crouched down, and forcefully pinched Yan Mo's cheek. "Fine, talk. What do these herbs look like?"

Yan Mo winced at the sharp pinch but kept his smile intact. "Then, Master, please listen carefully."

He began describing the herbs and insects he needed.

Squirrel's Foot Fern: Large leaves grow on both sides of the stem, with smaller leaves alternating in a pattern that resembles a fishbone.

Chinese Elder Herb: The leaves alternate directly from the stem, slanting and oval-shaped. The plant blooms with flat, star-shaped white flowers. Its scarlet, egg-like fruits are small but vibrant.

Yan Mo paused to glance at Yuan Zhan, who looked completely lost. He sighed inwardly. "Master, are you remembering any of this?"

Yuan Zhan straightened his back, his expression completely unreadable. "Troublesome," he muttered.

Yan Mo noticed his palm did not react, confirming that Yuan Zhan hadn't retained a word. Suppressing his frustration, Yan Mo said cautiously, "Master, I can draw them for you. Could you please carve me a smooth wooden board and find some branches or grass roots from the firepit that haven't fully burned?"

Yuan Zhan's lips pressed into a thin line, his expression dark. "Your leg better heal before winter. If it doesn't, I'll cut it off myself!"

"...Yes, Master," Yan Mo replied meekly.

Yuan Zhan left the tent and fiddled around outside for a bit. When he returned, he threw a polished wooden board onto the ground. It was roughly a foot long, eight centimeters wide, and a centimeter thick.

"Master, I still need the branches—"

Yuan Zhan turned sharply and stomped back outside. A few moments later, he returned with some branches and stiff, half-burned grass roots. "Hurry up! The horn will sound soon, and anyone who doesn't show up will be punished!"