Chapter 345: Another Delicious Food

In the evening, to celebrate today's victory in the big battle against the Iron Claw Worms, all the tribe members gathered together to organize an extraordinarily lively feast.

Even the Poison Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk, whom the tribe had always guarded against, joined in.

Because their residence was arranged at the outermost part of the cave, when the Iron Claw Worms first appeared, they were the ones who helped patrol and fight alongside the Beastman Warriors.

When Wu Yue first found out, she was a little surprised; she didn't expect these Poison Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk to be so loyal.

Only the hot-tempered Beastman who was enjoying being fed by the surrounding female elders knew how great the misunderstanding was.

After finishing the arduous work, he finally managed to snatch a moment of rest to take a nap, but as soon as he lay down, he felt a chill rise from his buttocks and quickly rush to his scalp.

The Beastman Warrior, naturally sensitive to danger, jumped up immediately, but because of that jump, his perfect buttocks were actually pierced with two holes by that damned worm with two large pincers.

For a Beastman whose looks and strength are both top-notch, damaging either one is enough to make his already hot-tempered nature even more hot-tempered.

He didn't care whether it was scary or not; he howled, waved his claws, and charged forward, never mind the consequences—let's beat him first and talk later.

But... but I'm afraid... but...

After dealing with the few Iron Claw Worms that had sneaked into the cave, before he could even flip his hair to look cool, a series of unusually familiar pincer-opening sounds came from outside the cave.

The hot-tempered Beastman's face stiffened; he was about to lead the tribe in retreat to await rescue.

But the male slaves behind him rushed out directly, waving the sticks in their hands and began fighting the Iron Claw Worms.

Even the humans had gone up; if this Beastman Warrior retreated, it would be too cowardly, so he gave a glance to the people behind him and then howled as he charged forward.

To the hot-tempered Beastman, that glance meant conserving strength, but to the Beastman Warriors who were not on the same wavelength, it meant letting them fight with all their might and put on a good show.

Immediately, he too charged forward as if injected with chicken blood, howling; by the time he realized he wanted to stop them, the Snow Tiger Tribe members behind had already rushed out.

He could only swing his own equally sharp scorpion tail and charge forward.

So this is simply a huge misunderstanding caused abnormally by beauty.

But will the hot-tempered Beastman say it out?

Of course not; looking at the surrounding pots of fragrant food and the sizzling oil-dripping roasted meat over the fire ahead, the hot-tempered Beastman felt his buttocks weren't that painful anymore.

Didn't the Shaman say that the tribes of the Polar Forest are all beasts that eat raw meat without using salt?

But he felt it wasn't like that; ever since being threatened by that fearsome little female and coming to the Snow Tiger Tribe, he felt he had gained flesh.

At that moment, the Snow Tiger Tribe members around stirred.

The hot-tempered Beastman, slurping food from his stone bowl, lifted his head to look and saw that fearsome little female walking toward the four noticeably larger stoves in the middle.

Behind her were four Beastman Warriors holding larger stone pots; the water in the pots seemed to be hot water, with rolling white steam rising.

However, the four Beastman Warriors seemed to feel no heat at all, and under the little female's direction they placed the stone pots on the four stoves.

Shortly after, the water in the stone pots boiled; seeing the pots bubbling, Wu Yue finally lifted her head to look at the surrounding tribe members.

"I'm sure everyone is curious why I had the Beastman Warriors prepare these four large stone pots.

"Because we are about to put the Iron Claw Worms that have harmed many of our tribe members into these pots to boil them."

Saying this, she smiled and looked at the two Beastman Warriors who had previously been washing by the pool, "Trouble you to bring those tied-up Iron Claw Worms over, putting two in each stone pot."

The two Beastman Warriors looked at Wu Yue's gentle smile on her face, felt a sudden chill under their feet, and suddenly recalled what Wu Yue had said when they envied the Iron Claw Worms being pampered with a bath today.

"When you have time, could you also wash them?"

"He decisively refused, thinking that washing them was just to prepare them better for the pot, so they'd rather stay dirty."

"He then gave an extremely fawning smile, as if he had grown eight legs, and in the blink of an eye he brought over eight Iron Claw Worms, placing them respectively into the pots."

"Around, curious tribe members came to watch; even the little cub whose hand had been pinched by an Iron Claw Worm today was struggling in his A Mu's embrace, wanting to see what the worm that had pinched his hand looked like when boiled."

"But those who had thought this was a punishment for the Iron Claw Worms gradually changed their minds."

"It wasn't that they didn't want revenge; it was simply that the aroma wafting from the stone pot was too fragrant."

"The Beastmen and Half-Beasts reacted most strongly, gathering in groups around the four stone pots, watching the Iron Claw Worms inside turn from black to red, their saliva almost forming a small river."

"Even the chief and the Shaman, sitting in the grass nest eating roasted meat, couldn't help but focus their gazes over."

"The two of them secretly swallowed their saliva, involuntarily exchanged a glance, and a remarkably bold idea sprang to mind, their eyes simultaneously filling with the same excitement."

"At this moment, Wu Yue had already had the slaves capture the chickens they had previously raised; with the slave cubs feeding them, these chickens were now very different from when they were free-range, each one plump and round."

"When they walked, the most noticeable thing was their wobbling fat buttocks."

"Wu Yue grabbed the vine binding the Iron Claw Worm, took out a already-cooked Iron Claw Worm, placed it on a large leaf to one side, and then simply snapped off one of its pincers."

"To the tribe's surprise, the pincer that could even crush a male's finger was snapped off so easily by a little female with just a light twist."

"Even as Wu Yue snapped the pincer at its joint, she gave a small pull with her hand, and a slice of snow-white meat appeared before everyone in the cave."

"And as that snow-white Iron Claw Worm meat was pulled out, the aroma previously smelled became even richer."

"Even the chickens that had just been pecking around were drawn by this aroma, crowding at Wu Yue's feet and clucking incessantly."

"Wu Yue chuckled lightly, placing the snow-white Iron Claw Worm meat, as long as her palm, on the ground; seeing that the chicken, which had just retained a hint of composure, instantly went mad and began pecking at the meat on the ground."

"While eating, it kept clucking, seeming quite satisfied with this delicacy."

"After quickly finishing, after a few clucks went unanswered, the chicken's black-bean-like eyes looked resentfully at its stingy owner, then it trotted off sadly to look for grass seeds elsewhere."

"Seeing the chicken still lively after eating the Iron Claw Worm meat, the surrounding tribe members' eyes instantly lit up as if seeing stars in the sky."

"So, Wu Yue boiling these Iron Claw Worms wasn't just to punish them, but to tell them that these worms are actually edible?"

"The hot-tempered Beastman glanced at the Snow Tiger Tribe members still in ecstatic bewilderment around him, then quietly rose and came to Wu Yue's side."

"With a face of righteous indignation, he rubbed his hands and said, 'This Iron Claw Worm meat, let me try it again; anyway, I've also been affected by your poison powder, so it's no big deal.'"

"The Snow Tiger Tribe people have fed us so much delicious food; it's also time for me to make some contribution to you."

"Seeing the Beastman's clumsy acting in front of her, Wu Yue almost burst out laughing."

"But such a test subject delivered to the doorstep shouldn't be wasted."

"She therefore readily handed the remaining Iron Claw Worms in her hand to the hot-tempered Beastman, and kindly taught him how to eat Iron Claw Worm meat."

"Only when the hot-tempered Beastman's Iron Claw Worm turned into chunks of tender white meat that entered his mouth did the surrounding tribe members awaken from their ecstasy over having a new food again."

"At this moment, the hot-tempered Beastman had already extended his not-so-obedient claw toward the sole remaining Iron Claw Worm in that stone pot, and easily snatched it up and ran off."

Looking at the empty stone pot, the beastman warriors around exchanged a glance, bared their teeth and showed a very friendly smile, then swarmed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the few freshly cooked iron pincer worms vanished, leaving only their unique fragrance drifting in the large cavern.

Perhaps to comfort the little cub whose finger had been pinched today, the youngster was actually holding a piece of tender iron pincer worm meat in his hand, eating it happily.

"Ah, this meat slave is really awesome!"

The little guy's A Mu looked at his puffed cheeks, wanting to voice an opinion, and couldn't help smiling as she poked his little nose: "This delicious food was told to us by Lady Wu Yue; when you grow up, you must become a strong male to protect her, okay?"

The little guy tore off a piece of tender iron pincer worm meat and stuffed it into his A Mu's mouth: "Protect Lady Wu Yue."

With the beastmen's start, the iron pincer worms by the pool are no longer scary worms.

Now the Snow Tiger Tribe's members, seeing those iron pincer worms bound with pincers, have eyes glowing with drooling green light.

Because the number of iron pincer worms is limited, many tribe members still haven't gotten to eat the delicious iron pincer worm meat, but this does not hinder their love for it, for the flavor is simply too fragrant.

After dealing with all the iron pincer worms, Wu Yue then brought the two beastman warriors who had previously cooperated in capturing the iron pincer worms back to the central firepit again.

"Iron pincer worm meat is delicious, right? Today many tribe members still haven't gotten to eat the delicious iron pincer worm meat."

"But I want to say one thing here: dead iron pincer worm meat cannot be eaten, because dead iron pincer worm meat contains toxins; everyone must capture them, or kill them and immediately make them into food to eat."

After speaking, she turned sideways and pointed at the two beastman warriors behind her: "The iron pincer worms everyone ate today were tied up by our tribe's two beastman warriors; as long as you control the worm's two pincers, even an ordinary person can catch the iron pincer worm."

"So next, these two beastman warriors will demonstrate how to catch the delicious iron pincer worm for everyone."

Wu Yue finished speaking and then sat back beside the tribal chief and the shaman.

"Have you ever eaten iron pincer worm before, Yue?"

The shaman looked at Wu Yue with squinting eyes, the corners of his mouth still stained with some tender iron pincer worm meat.

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "I suppose I have eaten it before; when we were in the small tribe, lacking food, my A Mu and father often caught some worms to bring back and eat."

"But the iron pincer worms I ate were only the size of my palm, with little meat; if I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't believe this kind of worm could grow so large."

The tribal chief sighed upon hearing that: "Indeed, when food is scarce, you really have to eat anything."

"Thinking of how he himself had eaten worms before, that slimy texture really wasn't great."

"If every kind of worm were as delicious as the iron pincer worm, he would be willing to eat worms all the time."

The shaman chuckled lightly, nodded, and shifted the topic to Wu Yue's cultivation.

On the other side, the Snow Tiger Tribe members clung to the two beastman warriors, watching the demonstration over and over; only when the iron pincer worm left behind as a tool worm was about to die did they reluctantly stop.

Then they rushed toward the firewood pile to look for wood suitable for making capture sticks.

At night, lying in the grass nest of her own mountain cave, Wu Yue began calling for Tongzi, who didn't know where he had died today: "Dog System, at such a dangerous moment today, shouldn't you be protecting your host? Where did the dog go?"

Tongzi looked at the nearby Lan Pangzi stuffing themselves until their bellies were round, wiped his little paws guiltily, and said: "Host, it's not that Tongzi is unreliable; today this is a mission, and as Tongzi I cannot help."

Wu Yue chuckled: "Is it because the points aren't enough?"

Tongzi: "..."

"Nonsense; today he went out foraging with his little brothers, leaving the host's side—could he just blurt that out?"

"That's absolutely impossible; given the stingy host's nature, he'd surely drain his pocket money account in minutes."

"So it's better to sneakily hide."

Wu Yue snorted coldly, not bothering to argue with him: "The tribe members have all been rescued; why hasn't the mission completion prompt appeared yet?"

Tongzi glanced at the recently released mission, sighed helplessly: "Host, haven't you read the mission carefully?"

Wu Yue froze upon hearing that, recalling the timing of this afternoon's system mission release.

"Damn, I was busy to the point of taking off, only heard a bit—there's no time to look at it carefully."

Upon hearing the system say that, she suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Opening the control panel and looking at the number after eliminating the iron pincer worms, she instantly felt terrible.

"Ten thousand!!!"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth and repeated the number: "Dog System, are you trying to send me into the iron pincer worm army to kill a few back and forth?"

Tongzi picked his nostrils, trying to suppress his contempt for the host's combat power: "Host, we still need to recognize our own strength; with your current strength, catching a few iron pincer worms is still doable."

"As for killing a few back and forth in the iron pincer worm army, that awesome stuff—let's just wash up and sleep; it's easier to achieve in dreams."

"Notice: Due to the Dog System's contemptuous act of defying the great host, pocket money points are deducted by 20 as punishment."

Tongzi's arrogant aura instantly deflated; trembling, he opened his own panel with his little claws, seeing the pitiful single-digit balance in his pocket money account, feeling that his whole self was terrible.