Chapter 347

Working in pairs, one fishes while the other removes the head—perfectly seamless.

The Snow Tiger Tribe members who had been about to say something, upon learning that these sharp-toothed fish were all wanted by Wu Yue, all stopped their lecturing, only silently hoping in their hearts: could these sharp-toothed fish also be edible food?

「Yue! Yue, are you there? 」

Wu Yue was grinding the seasoning needed for later fish in the mountain cave when Qingcao howled as she ran in from outside; the yell, amplified by the cave, made her feel as if she were sitting in an IMAX theater—or rather, the kind with the loudest sound.

She couldn't help but pull at her ears, wondering whether such a loud vibration might have shaken loose any earwax.

But to avoid being poisoned by that thing again, Wu Yue let out a loud howl: "I'm right before your eyes..."

Hearing the sound, Qingcao chuckled and ran over, only to see Wu Yue sitting in the grass nest, smashing something in the stone bowl with the end of a wooden stick, to the point where its original form was no longer recognizable.

Curious, she squatted over and asked: "What are you doing?"

I won't comment on your bold, legs-wide squat, but could we at least cover up a bit? Not wearing underwear and constantly exposing your butt—have you considered the feelings of these shy ladies?

Tongzi: "Without bark, a tree will surely die; without shame, a person is invincible under heaven—could this saying have been made especially for the host?"

But facing her little companion, Wu Yue felt she should still extend a friendly little hand to rescue her.

She stretched out her claw and beckoned: "Why are you squatting there? Come sit in the grass nest."

Qingcao waved her hand nonchalantly: "No, I won't sit; sitting there I wouldn't see what you're doing anyway."

After saying that, she seemed to think of something, lowered her head to glance at her own bare skirt, and hehe-laughed: "Yue, are you feeling envious?"

After saying that, she proudly stood up and shook her ample buttocks.

Wu Yue's face stiffened: "..."

Hehe, what do I have to be envious of? Envious of your big butt, or the two pimples on it?

Always flashing your butt like that—where's your shame?

Qingcao knew Wu Yue didn't like exposing her chest or butt, and even under her grass skirt she wore a colorful, unknown-material thing that looked quite nice.

Even when squatting, it wouldn't be like the females of the tribe, with **** fully exposed.

But exposing chest and butt—doesn't everyone do that?

Among the tribe's females, only Yue keeps herself all wrapped up tight all day.

But… hehe…

Qingcao chuckled inwardly, proudly shaking her ample butt and chest; the petite, skinny Yue must surely be envious of them.

Wu Yue gave a disgusted look at the female beside her who was looking at her with pity; she could tell with her feet what that thing was thinking.

Come on, what right does a female who constantly flashes her butt have to laugh at me?

Ah, this shameless society.

As Wu Yue pounded the chili in the stone bowl, it began to give off waves of spicy, pungent aroma; Qingcao nearby, smelling the familiar scent, instantly pinched her nose and retreated to the cave entrance.

「Yue, what are you doing with this? This smell is truly terrible. 」

Wu Yue glared at her: "If it's smelly, don't eat the food made from it later."

Upon hearing that, Qingcao's eyes lit up, and she snuggled back while still holding her nose: "How could that be? Yue, your food is the best."

After saying that, she seemed to recall the delicious food she'd eaten before, and saliva began to drip.

Wu Yue thoroughly disliked pushing that thing aside: "Take it easy, don't let your saliva drip into my chili."

In order to enjoy the delicious food she described, Qingcao spent the whole morning circling Wu Yue, helping here and there; if counted as a little worker, fifty a day is absolutely the maximum.

The Beastfolk of the Scorpion Tribe, after fishing until their tail muscles were nearly stiff, finally finished processing the pile of fish that was almost as big as the pond in the middle of the cave, and exhausted, they stopped.

The irritable Beastman lay on the cave floor, rolling his eyes, feeling he never wanted to see those sharp-toothed fish again.

「Huh? Why catch so many sharp-toothed fish? 」

A low voice of the Beastman sounded outside the cave; the irritable Beastman, hearing it, looked over and instantly jumped up from the ground, striking what he thought was his most handsome, intimidating beast pose: "This was ordered by the little female—who are you?"

Yuan Lang glanced at the Beastman who seemed like a courting wild chicken: "Oh."

Afterwards, he led a group of Beastmen carrying game from behind into the cave.

Being treated like that, the irritable Beastman's nose immediately twisted in anger.

Sure enough, a Beastman from a backwater place—hmph!

At noon in the Snow Tiger Tribe, bursts of loud sneezes echoed throughout the cave; the scent-sensitive Beastmen and Half-Beast warriors each plugged their noses with animal fur, eyes watery as they watched the small figure bustling before the big stove.

Wu Yue also felt quite embarrassed; she only wanted to fry some base ingredients, yet ended up causing such a big accident.

All she could do was apologetically glance at the Half-Beast and Beastman warriors who had retreated to a distance, while she dryly laughed and sped up her hand movements.

She poured the fried base into a large stone bowl and covered it with a wooden lid.

Now in the heavy rainy season, nothing is easy to find; these seasonings aren't exactly food that fills the stomach, so the tribe's stores are naturally scarce.

So after frying it up and setting it aside, just put a bit of it into the food being made.

She put the beast oil specially reserved for Yuan Lang into the stone pot, stir-fried it to release the fat, then sprinkled a little salt in the pot and added the processed sharp-toothed fish.

The aroma of the beast oil combined with the fragrance of the fried sharp-toothed fish, instantly making the surrounding tribe members' mouths water.

The animal fur that had just been stuffed into their noses had already been discarded by the Beastmen and Half-Beasts; each stood around the stove with glowing eyes, gulping down saliva.

Even the irritable Beastman who had sworn never to see sharp-toothed fish again came sneaking in with his tribesmen, his eyes glazed green as he stood behind the crowd, constantly twitching his nose.

At the same time, a bold guess suddenly popped into his mind.

The Shaman had them come capture this little female—could it be because he knew she could make all kinds of tasty food?

Oh ho, that's so deceitful—having them come capture people without telling the truth, the Shaman really isn't honest.

The irritable Beastman, who only dared to mutter complaints in his heart, naturally wouldn't dare to badmouth his own Shaman directly; if the Shaman found out his thoughts, he'd be bug-infested in no time.

The Xuehu Wu gave the Snow Tiger clan leader a look: "Hurry up and run later."

The Snow Tiger clan leader scowled, having him go with a bunch of brats to snatch food—how embarrassing.

After the fish had fried enough, Wu Yue poured in some water, then took out some of the previously fried base and added it in, covered the lid, and began to simmer.

The fragrance of the fried fish combined with the salty, fragrant, spicy flavor of the base, instantly becoming a taste none of them had ever heard before.

I… I really don't know how to describe it.

I want to eat…

This kind of sharp-toothed fish is large, so Wu Yue stewed it a bit longer, until she felt the time was about right, then she opened the pot lid, and a peculiar aroma instantly filled the entire large cavern.

The aroma made the surrounding tribespeople drool more happily.

Wu Yue did not directly distribute the food to the tribespeople, although she knew that this fish could be eaten after removing the head while alive, but the tribespeople did not know.

She took a stone bowl, placed half a fish inside, and was about to look for a Beastfolk from the Scorpion Tribe to test it, when the hot-tempered Beastfolk rushed forward first.

His face still bore the expression from when he had tried the iron pincer worm: "Let me try it; if the sharp-toothed fish is edible, then let your tribespeople eat it."

However, the Beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe had long seen through this outsider Beastfolk's shamelessness, so they would not believe him.

Teng Qian loosened his hand covering his buttocks, snatched the stone bowl from the hot-tempered Beastfolk's hand, skillfully picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The tender fish meat was salty, fragrant, and spicy, stimulating his taste buds and causing him to salivate more; in moments, he ate half the fish with chopstick after chopstick.

Immediately, his greasy gaze turned to the covered stone pot: "Half a fish is too little; maybe I can't tell if it's poisonous, so give me the remaining half as well."

Such shameless words were spoken only by the hot-tempered Beastfolk and Teng Qian; the surrounding tribespeople's gazes toward the two instantly filled with contempt.

"I hear you spouting nonsense; you've been eating it for so long—if it were inedible, you'd already be cold."

Qingcao stepped forward, let out a cold snort, and pointed at the chicken pecking at a piece of fish meat on the ground: "Besides, Wu Yue just gave the chicken a piece of meat, and it's fine."

After saying that, to the astonishment of the surrounding tribespeople, she pulled a stone bowl from her beast-skin skirt, salivating as she asked Wu Yue to serve her a bowl of fish meat.

Afterward, she hugged the food and went to share it with her family.

"Don't worry, everyone; the Scorpion Tribe's people have caught plenty more fish, enough for each of us to have some. The females will take out their own pots, and I'll teach you how to cook sharp-toothed fish."

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople instantly cheered.

After receiving the seasonings from Wu Yue, the females happily bustled about beside their own fire pits.

Moments later, an even richer aroma drifted through the cavern.

In the open space at the cavern's center, a hubbub arose as the tribespeople ate the delicious food and bragged; the atmosphere was thoroughly pleasant.

Having eaten the fish painstakingly caught by others, the Snow Tiger Tribe's Beastfolk felt a bit better toward the Scorpion Tribe's Beastfolk; Teng Qian even slung an arm around the hot-tempered Beastfolk, chatting and occasionally bursting into loud laughter.

Meanwhile, Yuan Lang took advantage of everyone's inattention, spearing several pieces of fish meat from the large stone bowl Wu Yue had left aside and stuffing them into his mouth.

Because the fish meat in the stone bowl was still somewhat hot, the usually stern Beastfolk grimaced; when Wu Yue turned around and saw this, she rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Why are you eating what I served the shaman? Isn't there some in the stone pot?"

Yuan Lang glanced at the tall, pointed stone bowl: "The shaman is old and can't eat that much; I'll help dispose of some."

Wu Yue gave him a strange look from behind: "I think the shaman is still quite young; every time I see him eat, he does fine, and he should be able to finish this fish meat."

Yuan Lang pursed his lips, about to speak, when he saw the little female's big, watery eyes blinking at him, as if sending autumn waves.

His heart leapt; could it be that the little female is interested in him?

In an instant, his beastly heart felt somewhat elated.

"Then why are you loading fish meat for the shaman if it shouldn't be me doing it?"

Before he could get the fish meat the little female loved, a hard slap landed on his head, leaving Yuan Lang somewhat dazed.

Meow, who the hell!

"How dare you hit this general's head!"

"Heh, what's it to you if I don't let you load it? You little brat, daring to call me old behind my back."

But upon hearing the familiar voice, his expression instantly stiffened, and he gave a dry laugh before turning around.

Sure enough, standing behind him was the Snow Tiger Clan chief, the Xuehu Wu with a dark, grim face.

This is not good; speaking ill of someone and getting caught is truly deadly.

Seeing his beastly face all scrunched up, Wu Yue nearly laughed herself to tears; this Beastfolk is sometimes stern and imposing, sometimes a bit goofy like a two-Ha, practically hilarious.

The Xuehu Wu snorted coldly, bent over, and picked up the fish meat Wu Yue had specially left for him; he gave the little female a kind smile, then instantly changed expression, glaring at Yuan Lang before staggering away.

Yuan Lang breathed a sigh of relief, his deep eyes narrowing as he looked ahead at the little female giggling nonstop: "Was your blinking just now because the shaman was behind me?"

Wu Yue nodded, then gave him a teasing look: "Could it be that you think I was winking at you?"

Yuan Lang's puzzled face: "Wen ke?"

Wu Yue coughed twice: "Our language back home, hehe."

After saying that, she turned and served him a bowl of fish meat: "Hurry up and eat; this whole pot is for the two of us."

After finishing her meal, Wu Yue suddenly recalled the beast crystals the shaman had rewarded her with last time: "The beast crystals we gained from this hunt should be enough for you to upgrade to what level?"

Two people who know each other's backgrounds naturally have nothing to hide when they talk.

Speaking of the gains from this hunt, Yuan Lang naturally felt great, smiling with a curled lip: "For now it's enough for me to reach the Golden Stage, but I still need to train my bodily strength; otherwise I can't withstand the power of the crystal core."

Wu Yue naturally understood; if one could upgrade solely by relying on the crystal core, that would be abusive.

Thinking of this, a beast-skin pouch appeared in her hand at her waist.

Just as she was about to hand it to the Beastfolk, she saw his gaze deep and mysterious, and her expression stiffened.

Giving a dry laugh, she looked at the Beastfolk opposite her with the deep gaze: "Did you see that?"

Yuan Lang looked at the little female's stiff expression with a half-smile, raising his brow: "What do you think?"

Wu Yue felt she was truly an idiot, forgetting to bring the small disguise basket today; conjuring things out of thin air is practically courting death.

"So does this world really have immortals?"

Yuan Lang's voice came.

Wu Yue stared blankly: "Huh?"

Only the next second did she realize that this ancient general seemed to have misunderstood something.

She immediately coughed twice, gave a wry smile: "Don't hide it from you—I have an ability granted by an immortal on my person; he sometimes issues tasks, and completing them earns me many rewards."

"So what you just saw was merely me taking items from a personal space granted by the immortal that others cannot see."

Tongzi: "…"

The host's skin grew thick; lying became as smooth as flowing clouds and water.