Chapter 150: Shaman Medicine

Wu Yue said in a low voice, the atmosphere inside the cave was too oppressive.

She remembered that when she last gathered herbs, Tongzi had mentioned several herbs that could treat burns.

Yuan Qi shook his head: "His wounds were inflicted by a feral beast with an innate ability."

"Only a medicine brewed with shaman power works for such wounds; applying other herbs directly will cause his wound to fester."

Wu Yue stared: "Shaman power brewed herbs?"

Yuan Qi merely nodded, saying nothing.

At this moment, Tongzi once again lamented, "Host, you must have been a terrible student in your past life."

"Shaman medicine is letting your internal shaman power slowly seep into the medicinal liquid during the brewing process, got it?"

Wu Yue looked bewildered: "How does it seep?"

Tongzi: "..."

"Why assign such a clueless host to him?"

"It's like the shaman power projection you practiced earlier; you can gather your shaman power and put it into the medicinal liquid, pill, or paste, and that's shaman medicine."

Wu Yue nodded: "Then I'll give it a try; if it works, maybe I can save a beastfolk's life."

Exiting the cave, she set up a simple stove outside and placed the crude stone pot she had been using onto it.

Normally a simple act of projecting shaman power, at this moment it plunged her into difficulty.

The projected shaman power would disperse each time it entered the medicinal liquid.

The atmosphere inside the cave remained heavy, and the beastfolk finally developed a fever in the evening.

"We'll set out tomorrow; he's already started running a fever, and if we don't go now we'll truly be too late."

The beastfolk's solemn voices rose and fell.

At that moment, Wu Yue, her face blackened, walked in carrying the stone pot.

Yuan Lang, who had just come in from gathering fruit outside the cave, immediately stepped forward to take the hot stone pot, frowned at her, and said, "You should have had the beastfolk bring it."

Wu Yue pouted; she didn't want to be lectured anymore—beastman warriors aren't for menial labor.

The bitter medicinal aroma from the stone pot slowly spread through the cave, instantly clearing the minds of the beastfolk inside.

The stone pot was placed on a side table, and all the beastfolk's gazes gathered upon it.

Yuan Qi looked at Wu Yue: "Is this... herbs?"

"It has a remarkable effect, able to refresh their spirits; each will drink a bit later to restore their energy."

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "This medicine is for the wounded beastman warrior."

Yuan Qi frowned and gave a wry smile: "I know you mean well, Wu Yue, but residual energy from the feral beast's innate ability remains in his body; only shaman medicine will work."

A confident smile appeared on Wu Yue's blackened little face, though nobody could see it.

"This is shaman medicine; I tested it all afternoon. Though it's not as good as what a shaman makes, it should be fine."

The clear voice of a young female echoed in the cave; the beastfolk seemed to have heard something unbelievable, all standing there stunned.

Teng Qian pinched his younger brother beside him, gave a dry laugh, and looked at Wu Yue: "You're saying this is shaman medicine?"

He sprang to his feet and headed straight for the cave exit: "Could a shaman have passed through here?"

Saying that, he was about to go check, and Yuan Lang also walked out with a deep gaze.

Wu Yue looked at them, both laughing and crying, then turned to Yuan Qi: "Uncle Yuan Qi should have seen shaman medicine before; why don't you come take a look?"