Chapter 339: This Little Female Is Too Ferocious

The beastman's temper was awful—he started cursing from a distance and kept it up all the way into the cave.

Seeing the beastman curled up and another tribesman already "asleep" and oblivious, his head buzzed instantly.

Oh ho~ We struggled through the rain, but you two are fine—you lit a small fire to keep warm and are even sleeping and snoring, your happiness index is through the roof.

Lowering his gaze at his own soaking wet self and the beastmen behind him, he inexplicably felt miserable.

He immediately stepped forward and gave a jio kick to the butt of the "sleeping" tribesman.

But perhaps rainy weather and sleep are a better match—this guy got kicked and still showed no sign of waking.

The beastman nearby glanced furtively at Wu Yue; seeing her smiling and staring at him, a chill ran down his back.

He gave a dry laugh, stood up, and called to his tribesmen: "It's freezing out there—come over and warm yourselves by the fire."

The lead beastman snorted, shook water from his hair, and went straight to sit beside Wu Yue's grass nest.

Looking at the scrawny little female who didn't at all match current beastfolk aesthetics, he gave a disgusted look toward the beastman: "What is this? Didn't the shaman tell you to capture a female from the Snow Tiger Tribe?"

What the heck—Wu Yue's expression suddenly stiffened; could she possibly kill this beastman now?

The beastman glanced at Wu Yue, whose expression wasn't good, then quietly moved a few steps toward the cave entrance and gave a dry laugh: "She's exactly the little female the shaman wants."

The hot-tempered beastman raised an eyebrow, turned to scrutinize Wu Yue, and after a moment frowned and muttered: "This scrawny thing isn't even as good as a two-legged beast."

Two-legged beast Wu Yue—oh Tongzi, don't pull me—her little explosive temper can't tolerate this hot-tempered beastman; she's only been in the cave a few breaths and already has no image in his mouth.

Tongzi looked at his empty paws and said, "Host, if you're scared, just admit it—we didn't pull you, you're being overly dramatic."

"That's right, it's her—we even inquired: the shaman said it's a female shaman disciple, and she's the Snow Tiger Tribe's only shaman disciple."

The beastman seemed to greatly fear the hot-tempered beastman, and answered his questions very seriously.

The hot-tempered beastman snatched Wu Yue's fur blanket and draped it over himself, sighing contentedly: "This little female is scrawny, yet I didn't expect her to be a shaman disciple."

Having said that, he turned to Wu Yue: "Little female, do you know who we are?"

Wu Yue chuckled: "Who you are has nothing to do with me."

The beastman at the cave entrance, hearing that, shifted his steps a bit, moving closer to the entrance.

The hot-tempered beastman raised an eyebrow, his blue-black messy bangs still dripping water: "We're beastmen from outside the Polar Forest."

Oh? Oh you big winter melon!

Wu Yue gave him a big white eye: "How so—are beastmen from outside the Polar Forest really badass?"

The hot-tempered beastman frowned: "Little female, haven't you figured out the situation yet?"

He turned his head to the beastman who had already moved to the cave entrance: "You two didn't tell her why we captured her, did you?"

The beastman chuckled, rubbing his own hair: "She's always thought we were newly transformed beastmen from the Snow Tiger Tribe."

The hot-tempered beastman looked at Wu Yue with contempt: "Indeed, this scrawny brain doesn't work well—have you ever seen a newly transformed beastman grow so anxious?"

Wu Yue: "…"

Better for this guy to shut up—she felt a slight pain in her chest right now.

The kids here are struggling to make ends meet; she thought that looking a bit weathered shouldn't be a problem…

Looking again at the beastman at the cave entrance now, he does seem overly anxious.

Not to mention Wu Yue right now, the beastman standing at the cave entrance also felt as if his chest had been pierced by a sharp claw, a dull throbbing pain.

Trash tribesman—actually saying that about himself in front of this ferocious little female—he's barely come of age, only about ten years old.

The hot-tempered beastman propped up a leg, and the scenery beneath the fur blanket was laid bare.

Wu Yue felt her eyes hit by ten thousand points of crit, and quickly averted her gaze.

The hot-tempered beastman, seeing her reaction, proudly puffed out his chest—he's one of the tribe's most popular males.

Wu Yue: "…"

You should at least have some shame.

"Little female, we are the strongest Poison Scorpion Tribe of the Chiyan Plains; our great Gu Witch Elder wants to capture you and take you back—you'd better obey, for when I get angry I can even beat females."

Wu Yue lifted her head, her gaze deep, slowly rose to her feet, and revealed a tremendously fearsome smile…

After a moment, the beastman warriors, weak in hands and feet, flung snot and tears as they collapsed on the cave floor, wailing.

Especially the leader, the hot-tempered beastman, who was currently being stepped on repeatedly by a pair of small feet.

"I am the mighty shaman of the Snow Tiger Tribe; I've been tired of your pretentiousness for a while—you'd better obey, for when I get angry I can even beat beastmen!"

Wu Yue, huffing and puffing, was subduing the hot-tempered beastman, and at the same time throwing back his earlier pretentious words.

The hot-tempered beastman, resentfully chewing on a stalk of dry grass, stared straight at the tribesman leisurely roasting by the fire: "Mmm mmm!"

You traitor, this female is so fearsome—why didn't you say so earlier?

The beastman focused on roasting the meat in his hand, glanced quickly at Wu Yue then looked back, giving the hot-tempered beastman a look of his own helplessness.

Even your tribe's mighty beastman warriors, who are usually so strong, are currently being pressed to the ground and rubbed—so as a little shrimp, I dare not challenge the little female's authority.

Isn't the roasted meat fragrant?

Once it's cooked well, the little female can keep the leftovers for herself.

Wu Yue lowered her head to look at the hot-tempered beastman: "Where are the gu worms?"

The hot-tempered beastman, hearing that, instantly fell silent, closed his eyes and stopped struggling, not uttering a sound.

Oh dear, is he giving her silent resistance?

He turned his head to look at Tongzi, who was dozing in the grass nest: "Tongzi, time to work."

Tongzi, disturbed from his nap, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and walked over with his still slightly wobbly little steps.

"Ah?"

When others are around, Tongzi's little vest is always kept tightly covered.

Wu Yue pointed at the hot-tempered beastman beneath her foot: "Search him, pull out all the gu worms—don't miss a single one."

She said that outright; the beastmen in the cave looked at the short-statured Lan Pangzi, each one extremely astonished.

Especially the Beastfolk roasting meat, whose hand shook, nearly dropping the almost‑done meat into the fire.

They watched the little fat beast emit a few malicious giggles, raise its two front tiny claws, and lunge at the hot‑tempered Beastfolk.

After the Beastfolk's wails and the insects' screeches, the little fat beast's sharp‑tipped claws, bearing three worms, sprang back to the female's side.

Stretching its chubby paw toward the little female, its black‑bean‑like eyes gleamed as it looked at her: "Ao ao!"

The little female produced a strange‑looking small bottle, placed the three half‑dead poisonous insects inside, capped it, and put it away.

The Beastfolk on the ground felt their vision darken repeatedly, thinking of the consequences when the Shaman learns back in the tribe that his precious insects have been lost…

Even the fire couldn't warm their icy hearts!

They felt they were the next batch of food for those worms.

Looking at the Beastman Warriors beneath her feet, Wu Yue's eyes flashed with a strange light: "Tongzi, they kidnapped me, frightened me, and greatly wounded my fragile spirit—should I make them compensate me?"

Tongzi eagerly nodded his little head: "Ao ao!"

That's necessary, host—I'm telling you, we must absolutely bring them back to enslave them properly.

Wu Yue gave the Beastman Warriors on the ground a sinister smile: "Hehe, what do you all think?"

Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk: "…"

They felt the Shaman was a real pitfall, making them capture such a feeble Shaman Disciple!

Is this a Shaman Disciple before them?

This is obviously a ferocious beast, right?

We don't even know what happened, we just collapsed on the ground and can't get up.

This is nothing but a trap forcing a bunch of two‑legged beasts to capture a saber‑toothed tiger.

Looking at the evil smile of the female above them, the Beastfolk felt bitter inside, but they said nothing.

She walked to the nearby basket, bent over, took out a small bamboo can, and scattered its medicinal powder over the Beastfolk on the ground.

Watching their skin turn bluish one by one, Wu Yue's mood lifted as she curled her lips: "This color is still quite nice."

All the Beastfolk: "…"

Hehe, such a lovely color—don't you want a matching set for yourself?

"Don't even think about running away—the consequences will be severe!"

Having said that, Wu Yue looked at the Beastfolk sitting by the fire: "You go outward."

The Beastfolk gave a dry laugh, handing her the roasted meat: "I won't go; I'm especially obedient."

As his words fell, the little female's smile grew even brighter: "Good, go out! Come back and I'll give you something nice."

Inside, the Beastfolk sneered at Wu Yue's face, but his complexion was greener than the ground‑dwelling tribesmen's, so he dared not resist.

He could only gaze at the little female with a dull, unfocused stare; seeing she had no room to relent, he drooped his head and trudged out of the cave.

After walking a distance, he realized the little female hadn't followed, her body unchanged; his mind instantly sprang to life, and he bolted away.

Wu Yue leisurely sat in her grass hut eating roasted meat; the surrounding Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk, seeing that Beastfolk hadn't returned, thought she was just trying to scare them.

At that moment he crept quietly toward the cave entrance; seeing Wu Yue had no intention to stop him, he turned and ran out, vanishing into the rain in moments.

Everyone looked again at the little female still eating roasted meat, and saw nothing unusual.

Delighted in their hearts, they all rushed out.

At that moment, aside from the unconscious Beastfolk, the only one left in the cave was the hot‑tempered Beastfolk who had moved to the fire to warm himself.

Wu Yue glanced at him with a smiling squint: "Why aren't you running?"

The hot‑tempered Beastfolk snorted: "You Shamans have so many schemes; seeing you aren't the least bit worried they'll escape tells me they must have something wrong with them."

The beast isn't stupid either—why waste energy running far only to have to come back?

Wu Yue gave him a look, then continued to eat her roasted meat at a leisurely pace.

Until she finished the meat in her hand—even the hot‑tempered Beastfolk felt a stir—did the cave exterior finally hear hurried footsteps.

Several Beastfolk whose faces had turned bluish‑black dragged in a black‑faced Beastfolk, coming straight to Wu Yue: "Shaman, please save him."

Wu Yue looked up; the one whose face had completely turned black was precisely the Beastfolk who had kidnapped her earlier.

She rose and approached the Beastfolk: "How pitiful, why did you run so fast? I had called you a few times, but you ran too far to hear."

Hot‑tempered Beastfolk: "…"

This little female is not only ferocious, she also likes to deceive beasts.

Black‑faced Beastfolk: "…"

I don't believe a word you say!

But now he can neither speak nor move; he can only lie stiff as a board here, emitting a few weak cries.

He can still hold on for a while; I'll wait for the rest to return and rescue them all together—saving them one by one is too troublesome.

Hearing this, the Beastfolk felt a chill run down their spines—this female is even more ruthless than they are, truly a Shaman.

If Wu Yue knew their thoughts, she would surely smirk at them.

If she really were a powerless little female, what good ending could there be if they took her back to give to that poison‑cultivator?

He doesn't believe that poison‑cultivator is lusting after her beauty, since the other party doesn't even know what she looks like.

It's merely because she resolved his poison insects that they sent people to seize her; otherwise, going back would mean being forced to feed the worms.

Indeed, after a short while, more and more Beastman Warriors returned.

Until the Beastfolk who had kidnapped her could barely hold on, with three Beastfolk still not returned to the tribe.

"It seems those three won't be coming back."

She spoke in a flat tone.

Having said that, she rose, took a can of medicinal powder from the basket, and slowly scattered it over the Beastman Warriors whose faces were dark as ink.

"You'd better behave; if you run away again next time, I won't save you."

You have also seen that, as the poison takes effect, your legs will stiffen first, then gradually increase, knowing that your entire body from head to toe will become as stiff as stone.

Then you can only wait to die.

The Beastfolk looked at each other at the tribespeople beside them, feeling only bitterness in their hearts.

Obviously we came to capture people, but instead we were controlled; when will days like this ever end?

"What do you want us to do?" the irritable person suddenly spoke.

He is now said to be the palest among all the Beastfolk.

Wu Yue sneered: "Of course it's to bring you back to the tribe to work and compensate me for the fright I suffered earlier."

"You want to take us back as slaves?"

The Beastfolk's faces instantly turned ugly, after all, in no tribe are Beastfolk treated as slaves.

Wu Yue shook her head: "You cannot be considered slaves; slaves are our own tribe's people, you can only be considered captives."

Beastfolk from outside the forest tribes who have done harm to our Snow Tiger Tribe and been captured by us.

After the rainy season ends, send a Beastfolk back to report, so your tribe can bring animal hides and precious items to exchange for you.