Chapter 125: Speak Properly

The Snow Tiger Tribe's most solemn day, the Snow Tiger Clan's grand sacrifice.

Apart from the patrolling half-beasts, all the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastmen had already gathered in the open space at the center of the tribe.

At this moment, on the stone platform in the middle of the tribe's open space, the shaman stood there holding his own staff that emitted a soft blue light.

Around them were strong beastman warriors, then half-beast warriors, and finally pure humans and slaves.

Wu Yue also changed into clean beast-skin clothing today, made from the beast fur sent last time by Mu Jing.

When she came out today, she also received envious looks from the many females.

In this era when most people go naked, a beast-skin garment is very luxurious.

Because other beastfolk families use their pelts for gathering, or keep them for winter warmth.

On the stone platform, besides the shaman, there were the chief and Ye Duo; at this moment Ye Duo stood behind the shaman with an obedient expression, following his movements, extremely devout, truly looking like a shaman disciple.

The shaman's voice remained as hoarse as ever; he whispered the mysterious shaman's curse, and waves of shamanic power spread out like ripples, enveloping the entire Snow Tiger Tribe.

At this moment, the three beastmen from outside tribes had already raised their heads in shock; the place where they stood was not covered by the shamanic power, but such a large-scale shamanic sacrifice...

"What is the Snow Tiger Tribe's Great Shaman thinking? Such a large-scale shamanic sacrifice, if it consumes too much shamanic power, will affect his lifespan."

The Mad Lion Tribe's beastman chief said with a solemn expression.

The Black Wolf Chief nodded: "Our tribe has never held such a grand shamanic sacrifice."

"We haven't either." The Flying Eagle Tribe's chief also said.

At this moment, Wu Yue felt that the little bit of shamanic power she had cultivated inside her seemed to be stirred by something, wanting to burst out of her body.

She anxiously called out to the system: "Tongzi, I feel the shamanic power inside me is about to be drawn out."

Tongzi calmly said: "Relax, relax, host, don't be nervous; this is just because the shamanic power inside you resonates with the shaman's shamanic power."

Indeed, not long after, Wu Yue felt the shamanic power inside her calm down.

She let out a light sigh; heaven knows how difficult it is for her to cultivate shamanic power—if the shaman were to suck it away, she would truly have nowhere to cry.

After the shaman's rite ended, the shaman's complexion also turned a pallid white, but even paler than his face was his heart.

Although the tribe now had a few more adult beastmen, even Yuan Lang and several beastmen successfully broke through to become silver-rank beastmen in this sacrifice.

But...

Yet in the tribe, there still had not appeared a new shaman disciple.

Unlike the shaman's disappointment, Ye Duo at this moment was filled with excitement she could not contain.

The heart she had lifted high before the sacrifice finally fell at this moment.

Still no new shaman disciple had been born; she remained the tribe's sole shaman disciple!

At this moment Wu Yue was dumbfounded: "Dog System, come out, what's going on, why is there still no shamanic power fluctuation on my body?"

System: "..."

Just feeling guilty...

"Host, it's not my fault either; I'm just a newborn little system—who would know that the fluctuation of your shamanic power would only be detectable when you officially become a shaman, host~"

Wu Yue shuddered: "You damn well speak properly."