Chapter 330: Who Bullies Who?

The poison shaman let out a grim, chilling laugh from behind, as if dry, withered tree bark were scraping across the hearts of the Black Wolf Tribe beastfolk.

"Hiss!" "Hiss!" "Hiss!"

But the next scene caused the poison shaman's arrogant, harsh laughter to stop abruptly.

Just moments ago, the aggressive poison insects, upon rushing to the front of the Black Wolf Tribe beastfolk, seemed to suddenly lose their target, merely spinning in place without attacking.

The poison shaman suddenly rose from the scorpion's back: "Kill them! Kill them!"

After shouting, he again emitted sharp hissing sounds.

But this time the poison insects merely raised their bodies and echoed his call, still not charging at the Black Wolf Tribe beastfolk only a few steps away.

The poison shaman gazed darkly at this scene; after a moment, he turned straight to the opposing black wolf shaman wearing a mocking expression: "What did you do?"

The black wolf shaman sneered: "How come, your poison insects are useless?"

Having said that, he actually jumped straight off the black wolf beastman's back, walked toward the swarm of poison insects, and even smugly paced back and forth among them several times.

Then he burst out laughing, leaning against that black wolf beastman, smugly shaking his leg: "You think I'm really afraid of you? Now your poison insects are useless—what can you, a poison shaman, possibly do?"

The poison shaman emitted a slightly soothing hiss from his mouth; the previously restless poison insects instantly swarmed back, crawling onto the scorpion's back and disappearing.

The poison shaman's gaze toward the black wolf shaman grew more ferocious: "With just those two or three little dogs beside you, you dare to act smug here?"

The "little dogs" bared their teeth at the poison shaman—where could one find such mighty, valiant black wolf beastmen warriors?

"How about adding a few little cats?"

As the poison shaman's words fell, a low, resonant beastman voice sounded from one side of the forest; the scorpion beastmen, hearing it, simultaneously swung their stingers and warily looked toward the source of the sound.

Only then did a few tall, straight-backed beastman warriors stride out from the previously silent forest.

Seeing the snow-white beast pelts at their waists, the poison shaman instantly felt that something was terribly wrong.

These shameless beasts actually pulled this stunt on me?

Unconsciously turning his head to the black wolf shaman, he asked: "As a shaman, is it really right for beasts to bully fewer beasts like this?"

The black wolf shaman picked his nose: "What's wrong with being a shaman? Did I say anything when you insects bullied fewer beasts?"

The two shamans were arguing here to their heart's content, while the surrounding beastman warriors stared wide-eyed at the spectacle.

Seeing the commotion, the scorpion beastmen's stingers even unconsciously swayed a few times, but when their own poison shaman looked over, they instantly struck a pose ready to attack and charge, taking it very seriously.

Teng Qian watched the two shamans spraying froth as they argued, then silently looked ahead to Yuan Lang: "We made a stylish entrance, but we lack follow‑through—it's obvious they don't really value us."

Teng Kun, however, spoke earnestly: "Older brother, you're wrong—if they truly didn't care about us, the poison shaman would have already rushed in; there's no need to wrangle here."

Teng Qian thought about it and agreed: "Yeah, that's right!"

But upon seeing the black wolf shaman, he again curled his lip: "Look, look at how smug that black wolf shaman is—his legs are almost shaking into loops."

Yuan Lang ahead heard this and let out a light snort: "He's just scared."

All the Snow Tiger beastmen: "What?"

"That's a shaman of a great tribe—what could possibly scare him like that?"

"As a shaman of a great tribe, I won't quarrel with a shaman like you; today I'll let you off."

The poison shaman tossed off a pretentious line, climbed onto the big scorpion's back, and the troupe of beastmen vanished without a trace.

Only when a gust of wind lifted the leaves on the ground did the black wolf shaman react, and his eyes instantly gleamed bright and sharp.

The poison shaman's earlier words made him feel as if he'd opened the door to a new world—beasts bullying fewer beasts, nothing could be simpler or more violent.

Thinking that there would be more beastman warriors in the tribe later, when he went out and encountered a shameless shaman like the poison shaman again, he could simply overwhelm them with numbers—nothing could be better.

With that thought, his feet no longer went weak, his legs stopped trembling, and he could climb five mountains in one breath without effort.

Yuan Lang led the Snow Tiger Tribe beastmen forward: "Shaman, let's set out early."

The black wolf shaman nodded, swiftly climbed onto the black wolf beastman's back, and cheerfully waved: "All right, let's go!"

The beastmen all staggered; if it weren't for the fact that the speaker was a shaman, they'd think this person had some serious illness.

Meanwhile, the poison shaman and the scorpion beastmen, after running a distance, furtively followed behind.

Looking at the black wolf shaman's smug appearance ahead, the poison shaman only felt his fists itch, wishing he could rush over and strike him a few times.

But...

Looking at the poison insects lying limp in his hand, a surge of qi and blood rose in his chest: "My painstakingly raised little critters have been turned into this by that damned black‑skinned wolf!"

He snorted angrily and gathered the poison insects, but the next moment his gaze fixed on his palm where the insects had lain.

There was actually some black‑red powder there; for a shaman who daily handles herbs, the scent of medicinal plants could not be more familiar.

The instant he drew near those powders, he was almost certain they were a kind of medicinal powder.

A powder specially made to counteract his poison insects.

Thinking this, he raised his hand to signal the beastman warriors to advance, his eyes deep as he glanced at the black wolf shaman and his companions, then curled his lips with a meaningful arc: "The rainy season is coming soon; let's first return to the tribe, wait for the folk who gather beast crystals to come back, then prepare what comes next."

Hearing this, the scorpion beastmen's eyes all lit up, and the stingers on their backs swayed with some excitement.

Thereafter they turned direction and hurried out of the Polar Forest.

Meanwhile, the poison shaman seated on the scorpion's back occasionally twitched his black beast hide, and the arc at his lips grew ever more eerie.

In the Snow Tiger Tribe at dawn the next day, Wu Yue, having crawled out of her grass hut, saw a large patch of red granules on her body and felt waves of maddening itch that made her feel utterly unwell.

She turned to look at the grass hut she slept in; because the rainy season was damp, she had already changed it every three days, yet she still broke out in a rash.

"Tongzi, do you have a prescription for treating eczema? Give me one—I'm about to die right here."

Wu Yue's hand now felt as if she were practicing the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, hovering over the red rash, wanting to scratch but holding back in great pain.

"Ding~ New mission issued: successfully craft a bed, materials unrestricted

Mission reward: one eczema treatment formula

Points: 10

Please, host, keep pushing forward, strive to complete the mission and earn the reward!"