Chapter 346: What good intentions could you have?

"Wow!!!"

"Host, your behavior of deducting Tongzi points at the drop of a hat is not good!"

"Wu Yue directly blocked that guy, lay in the grass nest and started sighing."

"Dejectedly opening the panel again, she looked at the two-digit number in front of ten thousand, which was the number of iron pincer worms the tribe members had eaten today."

"Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly lit up."

"Putting it this way, those iron pincer worms weren't something she personally put into the stone pot, but they still counted toward her kill count."

"Doesn't that mean that as long as the tribe members kill iron pincer worms using her method, it will also be credited to her?"

"Thinking this, her originally gloomy mood instantly improved; after humming and hawing for a moment, she closed her eyes and entered dreamland."

"Meanwhile, in the forest, Lan Pangzi, leading his listless little followers toward the tribe, had a chubby face full of worry."

"The little Lan Pangzi beside him kept surrounding him, constantly comforting him."

"Suddenly, Tongzi's round chubby body stiffened, he let out a few 'aow' cries, then climbed up a thick big tree with the little Lan Pangzi."

"His black-bean-like eyes were full of vigilance; just now, an unusual movement came from the forest not far behind them."

"In such a heavy rain season, ordinary people wouldn't just go out, so the source of the rustling behind them..."

"Could it be the people from Class Two?"

"Frozen by his own cold joke, Lan Pangzi couldn't help but shiver."

"In the dense canopy, a row of Lan Pangzi lay on the thick trunks; at this moment they seemed as if they had grown on the trees, with not a hint of incongruity."

"Tongzi narrowed his eyes toward the direction of the sound; as the sound grew nearer, until the grass ahead was lifted, a familiar figure instantly appeared before his eyes."

"Lan Pangzi propped up his chubby front paws and sat up: 'Aow?'"

"Although this guy looked a bit disheveled, his smell and appearance..."

"He was the beastman named Yuan Lang, right?"

"Even the beastman warriors around him, Lan Pangzi was very familiar with; they often mooched food and drink from the host before."

"Beastman Warriors: '...'"

"Thank you, we have such a good impression of you."

"Because he recognized Yuan Lang, Tongzi's voice was not concealed."

"Hearing a somewhat familiar 'aow' call, Yuan Lang instantly lifted his head to look at the big tree."

"Indeed, he locked eyes with several black-bean-like eyes."

"All the beastman warriors, hearing the sound, also stopped their steps and warily looked toward the canopy."

"Tongzi, considering himself quite humorous, lifted his paw: 'Aow aow!'"

"Very good!"

"But all that met his gaze were Yuan Lang's pitch-black eyes, and the atmosphere instantly became somewhat awkward."

"He could only force a laugh to greet his little followers, then quickly scrambled down the tree."

"At the moment Tongzi came down from the tree, Yuan Lang recognized him, with some surprise in his deep brows and eyes: 'How did you little guy end up here?'"

"Then, thinking of something, he curled his lips in a good mood: 'Was it the little female who sent you here to wait for me?'"

"Tongzi gave that self-indulgent beastman an annoyed glance, secretly thinking that the host had been enjoying a comfortable cave life lately and seemed not to have thought of this beastman at all."

"Unable to help feeling some sympathy, he glanced at Yuan Lang, then patted the round belly of the little Lan Pangzi beside him: 'Aow aow!'"

"After patting, he also made a motion of eating food."

"Yuan Lang's smile twitched slightly, so this little guy wasn't coming to find him, but rather had brought a bunch of little followers out to forage?"

"His originally bright eyes quickly darkened, his thin lips pressed into a cold arc: 'Hurry back to the tribe.'"

"Having said that, he directly led the beastmen away."

"Tongzi stared dumbfounded at the beastmen's retreating backs, incredulously scratching his chubby little head: 'Aow aow?'"

"Don't try to guess the beastmen's thoughts; no matter how you guess, you won't figure them out!"

"On this side, Wu Yue discovered a quick way to complete the mission; her sleep was so sweet, but unbeknownst to her, due to Tongzi's unintentional 'aow,' she was completely exposed to the resentful gaze of a certain beastman."

"So the next morning, upon opening her eyes and seeing a chubby blue butt, she wasn't shocked; but upon seeing the beastman warrior who hadn't been seen in a long time behind that blue butt, she instantly jumped up from the grass nest."

"\"Yuan Lang! You're back? \""

"The little female's face, besides surprise, also carried a hint of delight as she comforted the beastman's wistful little spirit."

"His dark, handsome face instantly brightened a bit; taking out a large package from behind him, he said: 'This is for you.'"

"Wu Yue sat up with messy hair, but instead of minding the package, she carefully examined the beastman: 'You're not hurt, are you?'"

"Yuan Lang, being so cared for by the little female, already had a very obvious smile on his face: 'Don't worry, nothing's wrong.'"

"This hunt was conducted jointly by three tribes, looking after each other, and there were no deaths."

"Then, he briefly told Wu Yue about the hunt of the fierce beasts, but directly skipped over the dangerous parts."

"Wu Yue naturally saw the scars on the beastman's arms and cheeks, but since he said there was no danger, she didn't ask further."

"She only took some medicine powder from the small basket beside her again and handed it to him: 'Take these medicine powders to distribute to the wounded beastman warriors.'"

"Having said that, she looked at him and asked: 'Is your food enough to eat?'"

"Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow: 'Beastman warriors won't be starved.'"

"The Lan Pangzi sitting nearby with his butt up, listening to the wall, immediately lifted his chubby head upon hearing that: 'Aow aow.'"

"Host, don't listen to his bragging; in past rainy seasons when supplies were insufficient, many beastmen starved to death."

"Yuan Lang naturally couldn't hear Lan Pangzi's scheming against him, and continued: 'Moreover, hasn't our Shaman Yue discovered new food yet?'"

"Wu Yue raised an eyebrow: 'Are you referring to the iron pincer worms?'"

"Yuan Lang sat down behind the grass nest, the corner of his mouth pressing into a cold arc: 'I actually didn't know this kind of worm could be eaten before.'"

"\"Did your former country also have iron pincer worms? \""

The beastfolk nodded: "Yes, and some villages have turned into wastelands because of these worms' flooding."

"Boss! Boss!"

The two were talking when Teng Qian's familiar loud voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

Wu Yue said amusedly: "My butt's about to be pinched raw, yet you're still so energetic."

Yuan Lang stood up: "As long as it's not completely rotted, he'll keep doing that."

Wu Yue's eyes narrowed with laughter at the words: "Let's go check it out…"

Before that could fully settle, a fuzzy big head poked in from the doorway, baring a mouthful of big white teeth and grinning lewdly: "Boss, Yue, what are you two doing?"

Wu Yue looked embarrassed: "…"

She and Yuan Lang had just been sitting in the cave chatting innocently, but with that lewd grin, it felt like there was some scandalous affair going on.

Yuan Lang walked over and lifted his foot to kick Teng Qian's butt, but Teng Qian dodged with a grimace: "Boss, I came to call you for meat—those iron‑clamp worms that were hanging on my butt have been taken off, and they should be almost cooked now; that smell… sizzle…"

Saying that, he actually sucked in a mouthful of saliva: "It's especially fragrant."

Yuan Lang looked at him disgustedly: "Can you still eat those iron‑clamp worms that ate your butt meat?"

Teng Qian chuckled: "Isn't it said you eat what you need to replenish? It ate my butt meat, so I'll eat it back."

Hearing that, not only Wu Yue but even Yuan Lang lost any desire to participate: "So you're calling me to eat that worm that ate your butt meat?"

Teng Qian's face stiffened; thinking about it, it really does seem a bit off.

He immediately gave a dry laugh, covered his butt, and ran off chuckling.

Because Yuan Lang and the others returned with a bountiful harvest, the chief's and the shaman's smiles grew deeper.

Thus that night, after yesterday's victory‑celebration feast, they held another unnamed feast.

Except for a few who knew it was because Yuan Lang and the others brought back countless crystal cores, the rest of the tribespeople were completely mystified, including the Beastman Warriors of the Scorpion Tribe.

Sitting by the fire gnawing on sizzling, greasy roasted meat, the hot‑tempered beastfolk's face looked somewhat grim as he watched a beastfolk speaking with the fearsome little female not far away, and he couldn't help touching his own face.

In this small tribe of the Polar Forest, why are there beastfolk more handsome than him?

He took a fierce bite of the meat in his hand, feeling his good looks take a hit, and he was unhappy.

Just then, a beastfolk covering his butt came over, dragging an iron‑clamp worm reduced to just its butt, and said: "I heard your tribe has two especially bold folks who abducted Wu Yue?"

The two mentioned, whose tails still had a white tip, lowered their heads furtively and began to act like quail…

Can't see me… can't see me…

But among all those dark‑blue hairs, you two are the only ones with gradient color, and you're still trying to hide it?

It's been obvious for a while, alright!

Teng Qian chuckled as he sidled up and slapped the shoulders of the two beastfolk: "I'm saying you two are really brave—our tribe's most cunning is Yue, so who gave you the courage?"

The two beastfolk silently shed tears—of course it was their tribe's shaman!

And though they'd said it was just a weak, powerless shaman‑disciple little female, after they captured her she turned into a ferocious, fearsome shaman—blame them?

After muttering sarcastic remarks about the Scorpion beastfolk, Teng Qian again covered his butt and left.

The next morning, Wu Yue, preparing to go out for a breather, stood at the big cave mouth, looking sorrowfully at the distant rushing, roaring flood; she felt utterly awful.

So why didn't anyone tell her that the rainy season also brings floods?

Thinking of the house she'd built but hadn't lived in long, she felt completely depressed.

"Crack‑crack!"

When one is depressed, there are always some creatures coming to liven things up; looking at the big grass fish hopping ashore nearby, Wu Yue's face went stiff.

You must have forgotten the fear of being dominated by my chemical weapons back then.

Tongzi, who barely had any points left, mercilessly exposed the host's pretense: "The grass fish that felt your chemical weapons last time have long since vanished who knows where; these ones jumping up now just regard you as food to fill their stomachs."

Wu Yue heard that and, seeing the big grass fish still struggling to hop on the ground, revealed a terribly evil smile.

Since you've come to my door, I won't hold back.

Turning her head to the Scorpion Tribe beastfolk bored enough to count ants nearby, she gave a warm smile and waved: "Come over here."

Seeing her strange smile, the verdant Scorpion Tribe beastfolk felt a shudder, sensing that this fearsome little female was brewing something bad—an instinctive awareness of danger inherent to beastfolk.

The hot‑tempered beastfolk tossed aside his clod of dirt, stood up, and though a captive, he hadn't lost weight; in fact, thanks to the Snow Tiger Tribe's good provisions, he'd grown a bit sturdier.

Coming up beside Wu Yue, he looked at the distant rumbling flood and a deep wariness rose in his eyes: "What's up?"

Wu Yue chuckled: "Don't get so worked up—what evil thoughts could I have?"

The verdant ones all chuckled in unison, saying this line should be changed to: "What good thoughts could you have?"

At yesterday's feast, that beastfolk said you're the most cunning person in the entire Snow Tiger Tribe, bar none.

Go out and see— which tribe has a deceitful little female like you?

Perhaps sensing the beastfolk's disdain, Wu Yue gave a dry laugh and got straight to the point, pointing at a few grass fish on the ground ahead that were already weak: "Go catch some of those in the water ahead, cut off their heads while they're still alive, and leave the bodies—I have a use for them."

The hot‑tempered beastfolk seemed to think of something, then looked at her in disbelief: "You're not planning to eat these sharp‑toothed fish, are you?"

Damn, this thing's poisonous— their tribe's nearby river also has these sharp‑toothed fish; many starving slaves would go catch them to eat, but without exception they'd die after a bout of madness.

Wu Yue smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out later; for now, please catch the fish as I previously instructed."

After saying that, she solemnly reiterated: "You must cut off their heads while they're alive, got it?"

The hot‑tempered beastfolk and the Scorpion beastfolk behind him looked at this fearsome little female with mixed feelings, but they still nodded—yeah, chopping heads off is indeed brutal.

If this little female really intends to use those sharp‑toothed fish as food, they definitely won't eat it—eating it means certain death.

Moreover, before death they look horrible—vomiting and diarrhea, utterly uncontrollable, leaving the whole person reeking.

Even a great Beastman Warrior, if dead, cannot be dragged onto a beast pelt—too embarrassing, and the Beast God would look down on him.

After giving the orders to the Scorpion beastfolk, Wu Yue bounced toward her cave, remembering that there were still plenty of prepared seasonings in the back basket in the corner.

After waking up, hearing that the flood had begun outside the cave, the tribespeople went to the cave mouth to sigh over this year's surging waters—and then there was nothing more.

To them, floods are a given every rainy season, but a rainy season with abundant food only happens this year; with a warm cave and enough provisions, as long as the water doesn't flow into the cave, they have nothing to worry about.

But this year, a group of Beastfolk attracted everyone's attention.

Exactly, they are the poison scorpion Beastfolk clearly arranged by Wu Yue.

After experiencing a series of difficult salvages that yielded little, the poison scorpion Beastfolk finally invented a perfect fishing method.

They swing out their long scorpion tails, hook a piece of meat at the tip, and those sharp-toothed fish that click with fine teeth are caught every single cast.