Chapter 377

After Wu Yue tricked her out of salt and even made her lose several animal hides, the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness felt she had suffered a huge loss no matter how she thought about it, especially since the Snow Tiger Tribe's method of building stone houses is still highly secret, and she cannot obtain it in the short term.

This time they came to participate in the Polar Forest tribal gathering, the most important thing being to bring back the ferocious beast's crystal cores.

But they never expected that a Water Mountain Tribe would suddenly appear and ruin their plans, not only failing to gain a few more crystal stones, but even losing some.

If she really just went back with those few crystal stones, hehe…

Even anyone with common sense knows that the position she painstakingly built up will inevitably decline.

A fleeting shadow crossed the shamaness's eyes; there is more than just one shaman disciple in the tribe.

The Snow Tiger tribe chief gave the young female across from him a strange look, wondering if she had some misunderstanding about me.

He said in a calm tone: "If you need salt, I will go to the Rock Salt Tribe to trade."

Although this shamaness appears to be highly respected by the Rock Salt Tribe's Beastman Warriors, she is still merely a Shaman Disciple, and salt trading is a major matter in any tribe.

Even the tribe chief cannot make decisions arbitrarily, let alone a Shaman Disciple.

The Snow Tiger tribe chief's words were a clear refusal, and the suspicion in his eyes was undisguised, which the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness noticed.

The hand she had placed in front of her clenched instantly, and anger flared up in her heart, but thinking of the Beastfolk's identity before her, she forcibly restrained herself.

"That's really a pity; if your Snow Tiger Tribe came to trade, you'd probably want more than just this."

She smiled on the surface, but inside she was fuming.

Having come to the Snow Tiger Tribe, the deepest impression is that the Snow Tiger Tribe really has everything good.

The Snow Tiger tribe chief nodded: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

Hey there~ Who are you threatening!

I could sit in the chief's position and still stand firm; I'm not someone who was scared into it.

Noticing his displeasure, the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness thought of another matter she had in mind, so she could only set aside her displeasure and spoke again with a smile: "Does the Beastman Warrior named Yuan Lang have a mate?"

When she spoke of Yuan Lang, her hands clenched nervously in front of her, and her gaze toward the Snow Tiger tribe chief's pupils also trembled.

"A beastfolk who has just come of age should be contributing to the tribe instead of taking a mate!"

She herself was interested in Yuan Lang, and the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness naturally knew of his status as a single tiger, but her reason for asking the Snow Tiger tribe chief was for another of her own purposes.

The smile on her face faded, and she looked solemnly at the Snow Tiger tribe chief: "Since you are unwilling regarding the previous salt trade,"

Then how about considering letting Yuan Lang become my first mate?

As long as he becomes my mate, I can swear before the Beast God that, once I become the shaman of the Rock Salt Tribe, the Snow Tiger Tribe will only need to bring half the goods when they come to exchange salt.

Even…

A fierce glint appeared in the shamaness's eyes: "If the Snow Tiger Tribe wants to become the sole major tribe in the Polar Forest, our Rock Salt Tribe will fully support you."

The Snow Tiger tribe chief's hand holding the ceramic bowl trembled slightly, and he looked somewhat surprised at the young female across from him.

He really hadn't expected that this clever shamaness would go to such lengths for Yuan Lang.

But the Snow Tiger tribe chief remained calm, setting down his ceramic bowl and saying: "If you want to become mates with Yuan Lang, you need his consent; I cannot answer for him."

The shamaness's smile faded somewhat; thinking of that tall, handsome figure and recalling how he always acted cold and indifferent toward her, she had no confidence at all.

The reason she came to the Snow Tiger tribe chief and proposed so many conditions was to use tribal pressure to make Yuan Lang agree to become her mate.

But looking at the Snow Tiger tribe chief's demeanor, it seems the conditions she proposed are not enough to make him do that.

It's all because of that damned Water Mountain Tribe…

Thinking of the biggest mishap in this trade, the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness could only gnash her teeth in hatred.

If it weren't for this Water Mountain Tribe, whether it be the crystal cores, the method of building houses, or even Yuan Lang, they could all have been hers.

She came full of confidence, but in the end could only slink away dejectedly.

One can imagine the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness's mood.

Thinking that she would gain nothing this time, her heart filled with gloom, and she wondered whether she should deal with that damned female before leaving the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Meanwhile, Wu Yue, who was obsessed with raising pigs, had no idea that someone was thinking of her; she just stared eagerly at the two piglets in the wooden bucket, baring their teeth and grinning.

"Do you want to raise pigs in the tribe?"

The Beastfolk's voice was low and magnetic, with an obvious smile, pulling Wu Yue's attention back from the piglets.

Turning around, she saw Yuan Lang standing behind her, holding several sharp-toothed fish in his hand.

Seeing her look over, he nonchalantly flicked the fish in his hand: "Let's have this for dinner."

At the thought of the tender texture of the sharp-toothed fish, Wu Yue's saliva began to flow instantly.

She nodded decisively: "Of course there's no problem."

The sharp-toothed fish had already been prepared by Yuan Lang; Wu Yue took it and headed toward the kitchen.

"These two piglets are clearly not enough; when you go out hunting, you should pay more attention, and if you find any young offspring, bring them back."

Yuan Lang followed behind the young female, nodding: "Hmm."

Young offspring are rarely encountered under normal circumstances; the beasts they meet while hunting are usually adult wild animals, and it's uncommon for them to bring along young ones when they go out to find food.

"Oh my, what a coincidence; I was just thinking about having Wu Yue make me another dish."

Xuehu Wu's familiar voice sounded again at the doorway, and Wu Yue's little face stiffened; she instantly felt awful: "Didn't I make you some tasty food this morning?"

The shaman pursed his lips: "After I finished eating this morning, I went and took a huge dump; does that mean I won't go in the afternoon?"

Wu Yue gave the thick-skinned old man a speechless look: "I really don't want to know about your bowel movements."

Xuehu Wu chuckled, pulling out a large chunk of wild beast meat from behind him: "There's no way; a Half-Beast Warrior had something to do this afternoon and wasn't around, leaving only the most useless one."

To avoid wasting the precious meat, I came over.

Poor me, this old man is about to meet the Beast God, yet I can't even get a decent meal.

After saying that, he still wiped his nonexistent crocodile tears with a sorrowful expression.

Wu Yue turned to look at the Half-Beast Warrior standing with his head bowed behind the shaman; the shaman said the beastfolk who wouldn't cook food must be him, right!

Feeling Wu Yue's gaze, the Half-Beast Warrior struggled for a moment, lifted his head, and gave an embarrassed smile: "Really sorry to trouble you."

Heaven knows why those foods turn so disobedient once they're in his hands.

With a lousy old man added at the dinner table, the Yuan Lang Warrior feels down eating this meal.

Especially this old man, who just a moment ago said he was about to go see the Beast God, the next moment he's gulping down noodle‑dumpling soup in big mouthfuls, even polishing off two fish by himself.

With that appetite, if he could see the Beast God, he must have overeaten and stuffed himself.

"Boss, didn't you say to have Yue make tasty food… to eat…?"

Seeing the pot and bowl on the table clean as if licked by some animal, Teng Qian and Teng Kun's faces instantly turned bun‑like.

Good fellow, you're really something—we've been fishing with our bums in the river for ages, and you didn't even give us any soup. Have you no manners?

Seeing the two soaked Beastman Warriors, Wu Yue looked puzzled at Yuan Lang beside her: 'What's going on?'

The Beastfolk calmly coughed twice: 'Maybe because our people's capture efforts, the sharp‑toothed fish now swim away at the sight of humans, so they're not easy to catch.'

Wu Yue nodded, then glanced at a certain Beastfolk's dry animal‑skin skirt: 'So this is when the little brother comes in handy?'

Yuan Lang, having weathered great storms, naturally has a thick skin: 'Oh~'

Teng Qian, Teng Kun, Wu Yue: '...'

That 'oh' of yours is really bewitching...

To comfort the wounded spirits of the two soaked Beastfolk, Wu Yue personally made another big pot of meat‑chunk dumpling soup.

The aroma was so strong it hit the nose—just then, the Snow Tiger Shaman and Yuan Lang, who had been lying limp in their chairs, stood up with their own bowls, their faces calm as they each gulped down two more bowls.

Watching the noodle vat drop quickly, Wu Yue glanced at the others' eyes—what a complicated look.

Her little brain sprang into action, thinking up a hundred and eight ways to stop people from mooching meals.

"Oh dear, tomorrow is the last day of the trade fair—if there's anything you need to exchange, hurry up and go."

The Snow Tiger Shaman sat in the chair in the courtyard, scraping his teeth, speaking in a lazy tone.

Wu Yue was a bit surprised: 'That fast?'

Beside him, Yuan Lang thought of that sturdy female who kept appearing near him lately, his face turning so foul it almost smelled.

The Snow Tiger Shaman saw his face instantly darken and let out a hehehe laugh.

Wu Yue looked utterly bewildered: 'Is there something I don't know…?' An affair?

The Snow Tiger Shaman gloated as he spilled the beans about the Rock Salt Tribe shamaness wanting to bond with Yuan Lang, laying out all those conditions without omission.

Upon hearing that, Wu Yue felt utterly pessimistic, as if Yuan Lang were being rushed into a marriage proposal.

She glanced furtively at the Beastfolk, only to be caught by the dark‑faced Yuan Lang: 'What do you want to say?'

"I just want to say, you must not submit to that female's wicked influence, huh!"

Having said that, he still gave the withered claw a sincere grip.

Yuan Lang chuckled: '...'

Your eyes practically scream schadenfreude.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun nearby, hearing this, also came over; as the representative of the lowly beasts, Teng Qian would absolutely not let down everyone's expectations of him.

Looking at that guy's face—his lowly grin and the hidden hint of schadenfreude trying to sprout but never daring to show—you can see how deep his fear of Yuan Lang runs.

"Boss, that female looks like a gibbon—she's not worthy of you; just give the word and I'll go up and take her on with my brother!"

Hearing that, Teng Kun's tiger‑like body shuddered; he quickly waved his hands: 'Well, big brother, you go ahead—I'll cheer you on from the side with six six six!'

Having said that, he glanced at Wu Yue and asked softly: 'Is it six six six?'

Wu Yue wiped the sweat from her forehead, awkwardly tugging at the corner of her mouth: 'Right, it's six six six.'

What all has she done during her days in the Snow Tiger Tribe!

Tongzi hummed: 'It's rare that the host actually pondered life, huh.'

She reached out, pressed Tongzi's chubby head into her satchel, and gritted her teeth: 'You'd better just shut up!'

"Yue! Yue, come out quick!"

While several people were teasing Yuan Lang, suddenly a panicked shout came from outside the courtyard—Qingcao's voice.

Qingcao's voice carried a hint of tears; Wu Yue's smile vanished instantly, she rose and headed toward the courtyard exit.

Outside the courtyard gathered many Snow Tiger Tribe people and slaves; Qingcao held in her arms a frail little cub, covered in blood and grime.

"What happened?"

Wu Yue hurried forward, intending to check Qingcao's injuries, but she dodged her: 'Yue, I'm not hurt; it's this little cub and Changye who are injured.'

At that moment, the Snow Tiger Shaman also came out from the house; he didn't disdain Changye's lowly status, walking straight to the human slave supported by two half‑beast warriors and carefully examining his injuries.

"Come with me—what's wrong with the little cub?"

Wu Yue said this as she walked toward the house.

Qingcao quickly hugged the little cub and followed; the two went all the way into a bedroom beside Wu Yue's house.

"Put the little cub on the kang."

Qingcao nodded, carefully placing the blood‑soaked little cub on the grass‑matted kang, then stood aside: 'Yue, we absolutely cannot let those Rock Salt Tribe Beastfolk off—they clearly tried to kill this little cub just now.'

Blood oozed from the cub's mouth and nose; both arms and a leg were oddly bent, its dirty little face covered in a mix of blood and mud.

"When we passed by, we saw a Rock Salt Tribe Beastman warrior kicking and pounding this little guy."

"Although he's just a human, he's also one of our Snow Tiger Tribe—an outsider Beastfolk actually dared to move against our tribe; it's utterly outrageous."

"Tongzi, scan!"

Wu Yue's voice grew grave, for as she examined him, the little cub vomited another few mouthfuls of blood.

"Ding—one point deducted, scan begins."

A moment later, Tongzi's voice also grew grave: 'Host, the little cub's two arms and leg have been crushed and need to be reset.'

Since you lack experience in this, the system suggests you exchange an assist program to avoid causing the little cub lifelong, irreparable regret.

Of course, the urgent priority now is to use shamanic power to repair the little cub's organs damaged by the heavy blow.

If it weren't for Qingcao and them having passed by, this little guy would probably be dead already.

The preceding part was very sad, but Tongzi's later sentence about an irreparable regret still made Wu Yue want to jump up and give Tongzi a few Violent Rain Meteor Fists.

"My little one!"

Just as Wu Yue was preparing to treat, a shrill wailing suddenly came from the courtyard, and this voice was also very familiar.