Chapter 290: Great Harvest

Xuehu Wu glanced at the place where the eagle eggs were placed: "Go check it out."

Having said that, Xuehu Wu sat down cross-legged on the altar, eyes smiling as they looked at the Flying Eagle Shaman.

On the thin face of the Flying Eagle Shaman, a hint of tension suddenly appeared; he slowly walked forward, black-green shamanic power surfacing and slowly enveloping the three eagle eggs.

Indeed, abundant life force inside was something he had never felt on any newborn eagle egg in the tribe before.

He joyfully turned to look at the Snow Tiger Shaman sitting on the altar: "It's true, truly... there is..."

Before he could finish speaking, that delighted expression instantly froze on his face.

Then he grabbed the three eagle eggs and rushed to the Snow Tiger Shaman's side: "The life force is starting to drain, it's starting to drain again—what on earth is happening!"

The Snow Tiger Shaman, who had been lounging, instantly rose to their feet; as the Flying Eagle Shaman rushed over holding the three eggs, azure shamanic power surged forth and once again enveloped the three eagle eggs.

This time, he also felt it—the vigorous life force within the eagle eggs was truly draining quickly.

He increased the infusion of shamanic power, and after a while, the loss of that power gradually slowed until it stopped.

Looking at the three eagle eggs whose life force had surged again, both shamans' faces were grim.

The Flying Eagle Shaman placed the three eagle eggs on the ground and looked at the Snow Tiger Shaman beside them: "How much shamanic power remains?"

The Snow Tiger Shaman spread their hands with a wry smile: "Less than half remains."

With those words spoken, both fell silent.

No one knew when the eagle eggs would lose life force again, and for the Snow Tiger Shaman to fully recover their shamanic power would likely take several days.

After a while, the Flying Eagle Shaman checked again and found no loss of life force at all, whereupon he finally put his mind completely at ease.

"No loss."

The Snow Tiger Shaman also let out a breath of relief: "Your shamanic power can't be infused; among us four, that lion fellow's shamanic life force is the strongest—best to call him over to have a look."

The Flying Eagle Shaman hesitated not, went straight down from the altar to the Flying Eagle Clan Chief's side: "Take half of the Beastman Warriors and pursue the Mad Lion Tribe's shaman back here—tell him we're looking for him regarding the survival of the tribe's young."

The Flying Eagle Clan Chief nodded solemnly: "I'll set out now."

After saying that, the Flying Eagle Clan Chief bowed to the Flying Eagle Shaman and then hurried toward the cave.

The three eagle eggs were placed in the Snow Tiger Shaman's cave, and the Flying Eagle Shaman also moved there to guard them together.

Meanwhile, on the rear mountain of the Snow Tiger Tribe.

The rain the shaman had spoken of stopped at dawn the next day; the surroundings were in disarray, but because the rainproofing of the houses and cellars was well done, the tribe members weren't drenched at all, and they even slept soundly, feeling quite satisfied.

Perhaps the heavy rain last night had dispersed the clouds in the sky, for the weather turned out exceptionally clear, with brilliant sunshine.

The tribe members carried the taro out to dry on the surrounding stones; once the damp soil on the taro had dried, they then stored it in the cellars.

The taro from this plot of land actually filled more than a dozen cellars.

Wu Yue felt a deep sense of satisfaction—just these taros alone would be enough to feed the tribe for a while; what a bountiful harvest!

"Tribe members, our mission is complete—let's head down the mountain and go home!"

The males let out excited howls, while the slaves were rather reluctant.

Over these few days on the rear mountain, they made them feel as if they were actually living like an ordinary tribe member.