Chapter 231: One More, Afraid He

Seeing the beastman warrior who just had a look of being able to crush the whole beast world, now with a disgusted face being complained about by his own father, Wu Yue appeared calm on the surface but was laughing hysterically inside.

"Host, although my strength is limited, my heart to protect you is genuine. Is it not a bit improper for you to possess yourself like this, laughing strangely?"

Wu Yue pressed the smile at the corner of her lips: "I know too, but a laugh point is like an itchy spot—once you poke it, can you still hold it in?"

Tongzi: "Suddenly I feel that makes a lot of sense."

Wu Yue lifted her head: "Of course."

Tongzi silently gave the Yuan Lang Warrior thirty‑one likes, one more for fear he'd become arrogant.

Although Yuan Qi complained about his son's ability, he nevertheless kept the issue he raised in mind.

At dinner, when the beastman warriors gathered together, they brought up the matter.

"What Yuan Lang said is right; the situation now looks grim. The purpose of the Black Wolf Shaman and that female shaman disciple is obvious: they want that kind of method that can heal festering wounds."

"We need to prepare to leave in advance."

Yuan Lang handed the two‑legged beast leg in his hand to Wu Yue beside him, a hint of gloom flashed in his lowered eyes.

The beastfolk discussed this issue for a long time.

Finally, Yuan Qi looked at Wu Yue: "When will the half‑beast warriors' injuries heal?"

After hearing this, Wu Yue pondered a moment and then said: "At least three more days are needed. I must wait until the half‑beast warrior with the most severe injury stabilizes before I can proceed; the other half‑beast warriors will be fine these two days."

Yuan Qi, hearing this, frowned slightly: "Can't it be sooner?"

Wu Yue shook her head: "This is already the fastest. Once his wound condition stabilizes, I will prepare the herbs; as long as they boil them themselves, it will be fine—so…"

She looked at the beastman responsible for boiling the herbs: "These few days you must teach the half‑beast warriors whose wounds have already healed how to boil the medicine and change the herbs."

The beastman nodded: "You can rest assured."

This time out, aside from Yuan Qi and a few veteran beastman warriors, the young beastman warriors who saw Wu Yue actually all showed great respect.

After finishing their meal, the beastfolk each went their separate ways to rest.

Meanwhile, in the Black Wolf Shaman's grass hut, the Black Wolf chieftain and a few older‑looking Black Wolf beastman warriors were nervously staring at the shaman seated above.

"If we obtain such a healing method, our Black Wolf tribe's warriors will no longer have to worry about dying from festering wounds. Shaman, what are you still hesitating about?"

The Black Wolf chieftain, as usual, was noisy and fussing.

An old beastman warrior beside him slapped his palm onto his forehead: "Keep quiet."

The Black Wolf chieftain's head hurt, and he muttered as he lowered his head: "What can he do?"

Can he even strike back after being slapped by his own father?

The shaman looked at the beastman inside the grass hut: "These few days I will go more often to the Snow Tiger Tribe's grass hut to see if I can ask about this healing method."

But…

His sharp, dark eyes gazed at the Black Wolf chieftain: "Don't use any bad methods."

The Black Wolf chieftain's lips twitched as he wanted to say something, but under the stern gazes of the shaman and his father beside him he chose silence.

At the same time, in the Mad Lion Tribe's grass hut, the female shaman disciple and the beastman warriors were also discussing how to obtain this healing method for festering wounds.