Chapter 315: The Self-Awareness of a Poop Scooper

So, with such a salt crystal vein and salt crystal beasts capable of refining pure salt crystal, would the Snow Tiger Tribe still worry about having no salt to use?

That's outright ridiculous!

And just as Wu Yue was letting her thoughts drift, the Snow Tiger shaman had been sizing her up for a while, then after a moment said, "How is your shamanic power cultivation now?"

Wu Yue's scalp went numb, as if she'd suddenly been caught by a teacher checking homework.

She could only force herself to say, "I can already maintain a meditative state for a long time."

But these past few days she's been too tired, hasn't really meditated properly, and just went straight to sleep.

But she definitely wouldn't say that last sentence.

The shaman nodded satisfactorily: "Good, your talent is not bad; from now on you should meditate more and accumulate shamanic power."

Wu Yue sat obediently: "Understood, Shaman."

"Dear host, do you think those slaves are all pitiful, all kind, and all grateful?"

Just as she was about to take the opportunity to take her leave, Tongzi's voice sounded at that moment.

Wu Yue made a disgusted face: "You're not about to issue another unreliable mission, are you?"

Tongzi gave a dry laugh: "How could that be? Host, you should trust your Tongzi; this mission is absolutely simple."

Wu Yue smirked inwardly and suddenly a song came to mind.

The darkness before my eyes isn't darkness; what kind of pit are you talking about?

What Tongzi said was simple—it's the day I almost lost my life in my memory.

Tongzi was also speechless; other hosts are eager to take on more missions for points, but what kind of crappy host am I?

As soon as missions are mentioned, it's like treating them like dog shit—throwing away the points delivered to your door, isn't that just absurd?

"Mission issued: Have all slaves of the Snow Tiger Tribe successfully survive the heavy rain season."

"Mission reward: Points ×200"

"Yunnan Baiyao ×1 bottle"

"Pure cotton underwear set ×1"

"Host, for such generous rewards, please don't be careless and go ahead."

After Tongzi issued the mission, he shouted a slogan with great enthusiasm and vigor.

Wu Yue remained silent for a moment, then decisively gave in.

This mission really suits her—heaven knows how uncomfortable she feels wearing those cheap, flashy pants.

After all, you're something from the Points Mall—shouldn't you at least make a lining for those flashy pants?

Heaven knows if this thing is raised too high, it's not just a mere chafing of the buttocks.

After undergoing another baptism of the shaman's saliva, Wu Yue was finally released.

Meanwhile, Aya was taken home by the Snow Tiger clan chief for remodeling.

Walking on the tribe's small path, a gentle breeze blew and Wu Yue's somewhat feverish mind instantly cleared.

She promptly pulled Lan Panggi out of her backpack: "Tongzi, the mission rewards are quite generous—are there any other requirements?"

Tongzi's black-bean-like eyes began to roll, his soft, glutinous voice tinged with a flicker of guilt: "Um, there is indeed a tiny, negligible little requirement."

Wu Yue snorted: "I knew it—spill it, what are the requirements?"

She didn't believe the system would let her earn points so easily for free.

"It's just that this mission takes a long time, lasting until the heavy rain season ends, and... ahem!"

Tongzi's guilt, Wu Yue could feel it right here.

She reached out and pinched its little meat pad: "Come clean, or else when the rainy season runs out of food I'll treat your body as emergency rations."

Tongzi's chubby little body shuddered, and he hurriedly confessed: "Um, during the mission, for each slave that dies, you, the host, will be deducted 10 points."

Wu Yue tightened her grip on Lan Panggi's arm, about to toss the soft flesh on its nape.

Feeling her host's irritation, Tongzi immediately burst into tears, clinging with all four legs to her arm: "Host, host, spare me!"

Looking at the chubby, fluffy thing swaying on her arm, with its big, watery eyes gazing at her own little fluffball...

In her previous life as a poop-scooper, Wu Yue simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

All she could do was put on a fierce front and say: "You, get down, old paper."

Tongzi shamelessly tilted his head and rubbed against her arm, all the while letting out a "woo woo woo" cry.

Wu Yue felt her anger gauge instantly emptied: "Where did you learn such shameless tactics?"

Seeing her unconsciously propping up her own plump buttocks, Tongzi felt smug inside—of course he learned it from those fluffy little fatballs in the tribe.

It's simply perfect for dealing with an angry host.

Weak with anger, she returned to her own doghouse, feeling that her future life was utterly bleak.

Like other large tribes, the Snow Tiger Tribe allocates food to slaves, but in daily life it merely ensures they stay alive.

During the heavy rain season and winter, when food is scarce, they simply have no spare capacity to attend to them.

After all, for these large tribes, the clanspeople are the foundation; slaves obtained through food trade are merely goods.

Even if they die this year, next year small tribes will come knocking at the door—there will never be a shortage.

"Tongzi, how much experience do I still need to level up?"

Tongzi obediently lay on Wu Yue's leg, glanced at the experience panel, and said: "Host, you still need about thirty-odd experience points to reach Yellow Rank Level 2."

Wu Yue let out a long sigh: "I'm really having a tough time."

Tongzi also sighed: "Who has it easy?"

After lunch and a brief rest, Wu Yue rallied her spirits and headed once more toward the chief's dwelling.

This time she was relatively fortunate; the chief was sitting in the clearing before the cave, polishing stone spears.

Seeing her approach, he greeted her happily: "Yue, why did you come over? Are you here to find Aya?"

Wu Yue waved her hand: "I came to find you."

The chief heard this, startled for a moment, then put down the stone spear in his hand and stood up: "Come sit."

The chief walked to the side of the clearing where several large stones were placed and sat down with a bold motion.

Wu Yue also sat down on another stone, then said: "Chief, I want to train the slaves in the tribe and then take them to find food."

"So, for this period, could you let these slaves follow me out to gather?"

The chief frowned upon hearing this: "Yue, although the slaves in the tribe all live in thatched huts, they each belong to different beastfolk families."

"I can decide to let my slaves work for you, but for other families' slaves you'll need to ask them."

Wu Yue only then realized that the slaves in the tribe were actually private property!

After discussing with the chief and learning about the situation of each beastfolk family, she left.

On the way, she kneaded Lan Pangzi in her arms and said: "What should we do now? Those slaves are not the tribe's common property at all; they belong to each family."

"If those slaves include anyone from Ye Duo's family, that person will surely not let go easily!"