Chapter 378

Wu Yue, while gathering shamanic power to help the little cub heal its internal injuries, looked at the grass beside her: outside, is that water?

Qingcao nodded: "En, this injured little cub is Shui's child; Shui traded food for salt, but then the Rock Salt Tribe's beastfolk came saying their shamaness wanted to eat tasty food."

They gave only a tiny bit of salt and wanted to take Shui's food.

The little one came out with a bamboo bucket to fetch salt, bumped into the leg of a Rock Salt Tribe beastman warrior, and that warrior said the little one had offended them and proceeded to kick and beat the little one.

Changye was also injured while protecting the little cub.

If it weren't for our tribe's beastman warriors coming over, the little one would probably be dead.

Wu Yue glanced at the cub on the kang, who had stopped vomiting blood but was still deathly pale, and fury welled up in her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Yue told Qingcao, "Go tell Shui that the little cub's arm and leg bones are broken; I'm using shamanic power to treat him now, need a little time, don't let others come in and disturb."

Upon hearing that the arm and leg were broken, the green vegetables' face instantly turned grim, and after a moment they simply nodded heavily: "Treat the little cub well, I'm going to find Shui."

Having said that, she lifted her foot and walked out of the room.

"Tongzi, I feel the influx of shamanic power has slowed a lot; let's check how the little cub's internal injuries are!"

The little one's condition was this severe, just a step away from death; Tongzi said nothing and directly activated the scan.

"All right, host, the internal injuries have been brought under control."

Since no one is coming right now, we should hurry and treat the little cub's arm and leg.

Wu Yue watched the little one's already deformed arm and leg, and her hatred for the Rock Salt Tribe's beastmen grew ever stronger.

Immediately, without hesitation, she said: "Exchange the assistance system."

The next second after her voice fell, a familiar energy spread throughout her surroundings, and her body was instantly controlled.

Having exchanged a large sum of points for a precious learning opportunity, Wu Yue naturally wouldn't give it up; she focused intently on the movements in her hand, recording every motion and sensation of her body at this moment.

Meanwhile, outside the house, Qingcao held Shui's hand as a group of people stood waiting in the courtyard.

At this moment, Xuehu Wu was sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion within the courtyard, asking Changye what had happened.

Upon learning that the Rock Salt Tribe was causing trouble within the tribe, Xuehu Wu's old face instantly sank.

Then she waved her hand, signaling Changye to step back: "Go rest; we can leave this matter to the tribe."

Changye nodded, dragging his still slightly painful body toward his own house.

Inside the house, with the assistance system's help, the little cub's severed arm and leg were also reattached.

Looking at the bamboo splints fixed onto the little one's arm and leg, Wu Yue couldn't help but purse her lips: "Tongzi, shouldn't you at least process these bamboo splints a bit? Just binding them on like this, the little one must be suffering."

The surrounding splinters were visible.

Hearing Wu Yue's words, Tongzi's small furry face instantly stiffened; he extended his tiny claws, looking at his unreliable host with eyes full of accusation: "My little claws hurt that much!"

Seeing the little one's slightly congested tiny claws, Wu Yue felt pity, took out a few salt ore stones from her space and tossed them to Tongzi: "All right, here's something tasty for you, thanks for your help, Tongzi."

Giving Wu Yue a satisfied look, Tongzi eagerly grabbed two pieces of rock ore and scurried off to a corner to gnaw on them.

The little cub's breathing had eased considerably; as long as we watch over him tonight and nothing else happens, we can rest easy.

After simply cleaning the blood off her body, Wu Yue then pushed the door open and went out.

Outside in the courtyard, besides Shui and Qingcao, there were many tribespeople concerned about the little one's injury.

Seeing Wu Yue come out, they all anxiously crowded forward.

Shui's lips trembled slightly; supported by Qingcao, she walked over, her eyes full of panic: "Yue, I... my cub..."

Sensing her fear, Wu Yue walked over and grabbed her hand: "Don't worry, the little cub is fine; go in and keep him company, don't make noise to disturb him, don't touch his arm and leg, remember that."

Shui's tears kept sliding down her face; while listening to Wu Yue's instructions, she nodded quickly, her blurred tear-filled eyes continually glancing at the closed door, as if she were about to rush in to see the little cub any second.

Understanding Shui's feelings, after giving the necessary cautions, Wu Yue signaled Qingcao to accompany Shui inside.

The next moment, she, standing at the doorway, heard a suppressed female sob from inside, and her heart immediately ached.

She sighed, lifted her foot, and walked toward the pavilion.

Xuehu Wu was talking with Yuan Lang and the others when she saw Wu Yue approach; she pointed to an empty stool, gesturing for her to sit.

"How is the little cub?"

Wu Yue pressed her lips: "The internal injuries are very serious, but I've just brought them under control with shamanic power; both arms and one leg were brutally broken."

The Shaman's already deep eyes grew even darker: "I know what you're thinking, but for the tribes of the Chiyan Plains, we can have them compensate, yet we cannot punish them."

Wu Yue's face instantly turned grim: "They harmed our tribe's people; if it weren't for Changye and the tribespeople, the little cub would probably be dead, and yet we can't do anything to them?"

Xuehu Wu glanced at him and nodded firmly: "No, to ensure the safety of tribe members attending the trade fair, all tribes participating in the trade fair have sworn before the Beast God that we will never harm the members of other tribes on our own territory."

This is not only for the sake of other tribes, but also so that our tribe's members, when they go to other tribes' territories to attend the trade fair in the future, will not suffer harm.

Wu Yue fell silent; this oath was both a restriction and a protection.

But we forgot to impose an agreement on the tribes coming to participate in the trade fair.

Although she dared not in her heart, Wu Yue knew she could only leave it as it was...

Looking at the female's grim expression, Yuan Lang gave his big hand a squeeze, and gradually some other thoughts arose in his heart.

Indeed, the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness lived up to her reputation as a synonym for hypocrisy; scarcely had they finished speaking when her distinctive gentle greeting came from outside the courtyard: "I don't know how the injured little cub and the slave are doing today."

The surrounding Snow Tiger tribespeople stared at the Rock Salt Tribe's entourage, their eyes blazing with anger that seemed ready to ignite at any moment against these hateful outsiders.

But the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness evidently knew the trade fair's agreement, and with arrogant confidence she led her retinue of beastfolk inside.

Upon seeing the Snow Tiger shaman and Wu Yue and the others in the pavilion, a hint of regret finally appeared on her face: "I had finished my meal at noon and was resting; I never imagined my tribespeople would go out and do such a thing."

She touched her hair, her expression somewhat apologetic: "Our Rock Salt Tribe's beastman warriors are the most exalted beings aside from the shaman and chieftain; all half-beasts and pure humans dare not meet their gaze."

He came back saying that a pure-human child had actually rushed over because of the salt matter, bumped his leg, and so he gave the child a beating.

But he never expected that the Snow Tiger tribe would value a pure-human child so highly as well.

Although this shamaness's expression carried a hint of apology, the words she spoke gave no feeling of remorse whatsoever.

Moreover, the implication inside and outside her words was clearly that the little cub was beaten because he had first bumped into that beastman!

She is utterly shameless!

Wu Yue only wished she could jump up right then and give that shaman girl a few loving slaps on the face, but thinking of what the shaman had just said, she still suppressed the anger in her heart.

After gritting her teeth, she then raised her head and smiled, saying, "Oh, so that's how it is. Just now the tribesmen only cared about carrying back the injured little cubs and the males, and they didn't make clear what exactly happened."

Having said that, her gaze fell on the tall beastman warrior behind the Salt Rock tribe's shaman: "Since our cubs collided with the beastman warrior of the Ghost tribe, they are also at fault, and we will naturally punish them later."

But...

The smile in her eyes gradually faded: "Everyone knows the little cub's fighting ability, and besides, it's just a pure human little cub—your beastman warrior's strike was unnecessarily heavy."

Moreover, that injured slave is mine; recently he's been making something very important for me, something I need for the ritual, and only he can make it.

Now that your beastman warrior has wounded him, delaying time, I don't even know whether this item can be finished before the ritual.

Saying this, her little face turned pale, and she murmured in a voice everyone could hear: "I have promised the Beast God that I would do this; if I can't... should I tell the Beast God the reason?"

If he had heard the previous few sentences, the beastman warrior behind the Salt Rock tribe's shaman would still have felt somewhat smug, but Wu Yue's last few words about having to make the item used to worship the Beast God truly frightened him so much that his whole beastly self felt ill.

They would certainly not think Wu Yue was lying, because on this continent, no one dares to lie using the Beast God's name.

What the beastman warrior relies on is the Beast God's power—that is their great source, granted by the Beast God.

If the Beast God were to know that because of him he delayed the offering item of this shaman disciple, then his later fate...

The Salt Rock tribe's shaman's face also darkened; she turned and gave the pale-faced beastman behind her a fierce glare, and her apologetic attitude finally became sincere.

She waved her hand, signaling the several beastmen behind her to bring forward a few large beast-skin bags, saying, "This is our compensation for you, Wu Yue; please forgive our tribesmen for accidentally injuring your slave."

As for the little cub's salt, I will have the tribesmen send it directly to his home; it will definitely not be less than this.

As for that slave's injury...

She said somewhat embarrassedly, "Since my shamanic power isn't very effective in healing, I will later send some more salt to that slave, hoping not to delay your affairs."

Hearing her say that, Wu Yue nodded: "Good."

I had originally come to provoke, but I didn't expect to lose a large batch of salt.

After the Salt Rock tribe's shaman turned around, her face was so dark it seemed water could drip from it.

On the way back to the house, the atmosphere became oppressive for a moment.

The beastman warrior behind the Salt Rock tribe's shaman struggled for a moment, then spoke with a laugh: "Shaman lady, isn't that salt meant for the injured little cub?"

Are we really going to send a lot more salt later?

Upon hearing this, the Salt Rock tribe's shaman turned around, her eyes dark and inscrutable: "Send it; when you go back, you must send it over immediately, then leave after dropping it off."

Don't cause trouble anymore; if you still want to return alive to the tribe.

Upon hearing this, the beastman's face turned pale, and he nodded respectfully.

Meanwhile, the Salt Rock tribe's shaman who had turned away looked at the shamanic power appearing in her palm, and the corner of her mouth curled into a strange arc: "What healing ability..."

At this moment, in Wu Yue's courtyard, seeing a large pile of salt on the ground, the Snow Tiger tribe's people were not very happy.

Although this salt is already more than what the beastmen previously risked their lives to obtain.

But thinking of the little cub still on the verge of death inside the house, she couldn't feel the slightest excitement.

"First, move these salts into the house."

Snow Tiger shaman waved her hand, instructing the two half-beast warriors beside her, while Teng Qian and Teng Kun nearby also voluntarily stepped forward to help.

Seeing Wu Yue still wearing a grim expression, the Snow Tiger shaman sighed, stood up, and walked outward: "Don't cause trouble within our tribe's territory!"

Having said that, she staggered out of the courtyard; the surrounding tribesmen, seeing the shaman had left, also greeted Wu Yue and then departed.

Just as they were leaving, everyone was discussing heatedly, their faces full of indignation.

Looking at the not-so-far-away ground where a few beast-skin bags full of salt still lay, Wu Yue only wished she could walk over and kick them over, but thinking of how precious these things were, she still suppressed her own anger.

Damn the Salt Rock tribe, they're so arrogant—they harmed our Snow Tiger tribe's people, yet they think sending off just these few packs of salt is enough to get rid of us, heh...

The most infuriating thing is that she can't do anything about these guys!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; she only wished she could immediately go capture that beastman and do this and that, then do that and that.

"Don't be angry, have some fruit."

Looking at the little female's angry puffed-up appearance, Yuan Lang's eyes flickered with a smile as he reached over, took a fruit, and handed it to her.

Looking at the bright red fruit before her, Wu Yue sighed: "Now I have no mood to eat any fruit."

Hearing him say that, Yuan Lang chuckled lightly: "Didn't you hear what the shaman said just before she left?"

The beastman raised his eyebrows at the little female before him, his eyes hinting at something deeper.

What the shaman said before she left?

Wu Yue looked doubtfully at the beastman: "What did the shaman say...?"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, her eyes instantly lit up.

The angry haze in her eyes vanished instantly, and the corners of her lips curled into a familiar mischievous smile.