Chapter 387: The Rock Salt Shamaness's Hatred and Tenggan's Spring

The Snow Tiger Tribe had returned to a peaceful life, but a few days later, at the place where Chiyan Pingyuan met the Polar Forest, the Rock Salt Tribe Shamaness finally regained consciousness under the care of the Beastfolk.

To the Beastfolk, the battle with the Snow Tiger Tribe that day had long passed.

But for the Rock Salt Tribe Shamaness who had just regained consciousness, it had only just happened.

The neck that had almost been strangled by the Beastfolk was no longer bruised as before, but she seemed to have injured her throat, and when she spoke she could only utter a few meaningless "ah" sounds.

This made the Shamaness, who was always highly respected in the Rock Salt Tribe, find it hard to accept.

She kept opening her mouth, trying to say something, but only occasional simple "ah" syllables would pop out.

How could this be?

Where is her voice?

Why can't she speak?

She struggled to rise from the dry grass nest, but the next moment, the legs that were clearly still part of her body seemed to have slipped beyond her control.

Stand up! Stand up!

She kept telling herself this inwardly, but the legs right before her eyes simply would not move at all, not even the toes, as if they were dead.

The Beastfolk said she had been unconscious all along and only just woke up; perhaps she was weak from hunger.

Her long-unkept hair hung loose and disheveled over her shoulders, her eye sockets were somehow filled with a web of red blood vessels, her complexion was pallid, yet the corner of her mouth held a faint smile as gentle as before.

She strained to prop her sore, weak arms against the cave wall, lifting them as if each bore a heavy stone.

"Ah ah."

While uttering something, she turned her gaze to the fresh meat the Beastfolk had just prepared in their hands.

Seeing her longing look and the motion of swallowing saliva, the Beastfolk quickly placed the cleaned meat on a large leaf, shredded it into strips thinner than a little finger, and then carefully handed it over.

The Shamaness actually gave him a rare smile, then slowly opened her mouth.

The act of sitting up and raising her arms had already drained the last of her strength; now she could only force herself to accept the Beastfolk's feeding.

Piece after piece of the meat strips went down her throat; the Shamaness moistened her somewhat dry lips: "Ah ah."

She opened her mouth again and shouted twice, but still could only produce simple syllables.

This instantly shattered her inner calm, as if someone had lit a fire deep within her; the restless flame had no outlet, nothing to burn, and could only ignite her body and emotions.

After drawing a few deep breaths, she admonished herself like an impatient A Mu urging its youngster eager to rush out hunting.

She had merely been injured by Yuan Lang; she needed rest before she could speak, so there was no need to hurry.

She opened her eyes, pointed at her mouth, and the Beastfolk took another piece of meat: "Would you like more food?"

The Shamaness shook her head: "Ah."

At that moment, the Beastman Warrior who had been carrying the Shamaness approached with a large leaf: "Would you like some water?"

The leaf was filled with clear water; the Shamaness's eyes lit up, and her gaze toward the Beastfolk brightened noticeably.

The Beastfolk watching her noticed this series of changes, quickly stepped forward to support her carefully, and watched her drink the water from the leaf bit by bit.

Feeling the comfort that followed the pain as the water slid past her throat, the Shamaness involuntarily let out a deep sigh.

Immediately afterward, she looked at the Beastman Warrior beside her, uttered an "ah," and pointed to the grass nest below.

The Beastfolk nodded, dragged her body, and laid her gently in the grass nest.

"Rest first; when you leave, I will come carry you."

The Shamaness gave him a faint smile, then slowly closed her eyes.

In the cave, aside from the Beastfolk's faint voices, there was no other sound at all.

But even such faint speech began to be amplified by the night, reaching the Shamaness's ears with crystal clarity.

Why can they speak while I cannot?

She again tried to move her legs, but it still felt as if those parts were not on her body at all, producing no movement.

Was she to become a Shaman who could neither speak nor walk?

From now on, walking would require someone to carry her; with no one around, she could only sit in the dark cave, unable to go anywhere.

Unable to speak, she could only gesture with her hands, yet not everyone could understand what she meant to convey.

So, if she became such a person, what meaning would there be in her living?

Yuan Lang…

Snow Tiger Tribe…

Beneath her tightly shut eyelids, the red in her pupils deepened once more...

The Rock Salt Tribe Beastman Warriors did not know what the Shamaness, who appeared to be asleep behind them, was experiencing in her heart at that moment.

With hope filling her, the next morning arrived; the Shamaness, who had forced herself to rest, awoke amid a jolt.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw the forest continually receding.

Had they already set out again on the road back to the tribe?

"Ah…"

Just as she was about to say something, the "ah" sound that escaped her lips ignited the suppressed fire in her heart with a boom.

No good, she still could not speak!

No, she could not possibly become someone unable to speak; it must be that her injuries here are more severe, requiring a longer rest.

Perhaps her legs were the same; she told herself that even a sturdy Beastman Warrior, when injured, needs a long rest before recovering.

Having seemingly convinced herself, she tried to kick her legs…

No use, she still felt nothing…

But recalling the reason she had just convinced herself with, she again pressed down the fire in her heart that was about to erupt.

Only then did she first overturn her own thought: although the Gu Shaman's combat ability is somewhat stronger, when injured they cannot heal themselves.

Not even nourishing her body was possible, for the Shamanic power within her could only cause the gu insects to grow.

Shaman lady, after we return to the tribe let's go to the shaman's place; you must have been injured by that hateful beastman, which is why you can't speak.

If we use shaman power to heal, you will surely get better.

The beastman has been carrying the shaman lady these past few days, so he can still sense her mood somewhat; although the shaman lady didn't show it, thinking of how she used to be and now after being injured...

He has already rolled in the grass hut with the shaman lady; although he could never become her first partner, he still hopes she gets better.

What the beastman didn't know was that his words instantly saved the shaman lady, who was on the verge of madness.

Yeah, shaman healing; she needs to hurry back and ask the shaman to use shaman power to heal her, so she can speak and stand up...

She looked back toward the direction they had come from; Yuan Lang, Snow Tiger Tribe—I will make you only able to lie prostrate at my feet.

Ah ah.

She opened her mouth again and uttered two short sounds; the palm resting on the beastman's shoulder patted the solid muscle beneath, and then the fingers, which had largely recovered, lifted and pointed forward.

Shaman lady, do you want to return to the tribe quickly?

The beastman was surprised by the shaman lady's response; his voice trembled and even unconsciously rose much higher.

The surrounding beastman warriors instantly turned their heads upon hearing his voice.

Yet they saw the shaman lady, who had been lying silent on the beastman's shoulder, now patting his shoulder and letting out a heavy 'ah'.

Tribespeople, the shaman lady wants to return to the tribe early; let's speed up.

The shaman lady's injury had kept the Salt Rock tribe's troop in low spirits these past days, but today her response instantly ignited the beastman warriors' enthusiasm; they howled and sprinted toward the tribe.

Even the beastman beneath her started running quickly, but remaining in beastman form, the beastly shape was too bumpy; the shaman lady with her injured leg couldn't sit steady.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger Tribe that was being missed...

Today, Changye gazed at the brick kiln not far away emitting high heat, his hands clenched tightly, fine beads of sweat continually oozing out.

After today's few finished clay blanks had air-dried, he and the tribespeople carried them to the brick kiln.

Because of Wu Yue's earlier orders, the beastman warriors all helped carry them in for firing.

The roaring flames inside the kiln seemed to burn in Changye's heart; he feared that the clay blanks he made would not meet the shaman lady's requirements and would crack.

These past few days, aside from squatting in the grass, he never left the clay blanks even while eating; at night he slept in a cave, laying out a grass mat and sleeping beside the clay blanks, afraid that someone coming in to turn the tile blanks would bump and crack these three clay blanks while they dried.

Carefully, until today, he finally had to put them into the kiln for firing.

Changye, a vessel this large might be hard to fire, right? A few days ago a tribesperson made a head-sized clay basin to fire, but after firing it came out in several pieces.

The beastman firing the bricks wiped sweat continually dripping from his cheeks while candidly sharing with Changye what had happened the past few days.

What the beastman didn't see was that, when he mentioned the shattered, misshapen pottery, Changye's body instantly tensed.

Cracked?

Only the head-sized clay basins cracked; will the clay ware he made, as large as a young beast, crack even more severely?

Although he is now just a lowly slave, beastman sir, could you please grant your protection so these ceramics fire successfully?

Changye gazed longingly at the brick kiln ahead, where heat rose continuously and even the surrounding air seemed distorted.

Surely don't crack...

Early the next morning, Wu Yue was tidying the medicinal herbs she had gathered and brought back in the courtyard, but the courtyard gate was suddenly knocked on, this treatment leaving her somewhat startled.

Usually only Yuan Lang and Teng Qian, the two brothers, or Qingcao and Aya, or at most the gathering team's grandmothers come to her small courtyard; but they announce their arrival by shouting from outside the courtyard.

Suddenly receiving such courteous treatment actually made her feel somewhat overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.

Please come in.

With a careful creak, the wooden gate of the small courtyard was pushed open.

Entering was a somewhat sturdy female beastman, whose beast god power was still very strong.

Who are you?

As for the female beastmen of the tribe, Wu Yue was actually somewhat unfamiliar with them; back when she was just an ordinary shaman disciple, due to her status, the proud female beastmen of the tribe had little contact with her.

She also only knew a few grandmothers.

However, this female beastman appeared not to be very old.

Seeing Wu Yue look at her, the female beastman softly exhaled, clenched the bead chain at her chest, tried to curl the corner of her mouth, but her stiff expression made her smile somewhat strained.

Wu Yue's little face twitched slightly; this female beastman looked rather strange.

Shaman lady, hello; I am the tribe's female beastman; you may call me Bai Long!

White Dragon?

Wu Yue's eye twitched; you, a Snow Tiger beastman, give yourself such a badass name—are you serious?

Have you even asked the dragon's opinion?

But she suddenly realized that this world doesn't even know whether dragons exist.

Come in, what do you need from me?

Seeing that Wu Yue was not as stern and unapproachable as the shaman, Bai Long's heart, which had been lifted high, instantly fell halfway.

Sitting on the stone stool Wu Yue indicated, she looked at the medicinal herbs placed there, feeling that each seemed familiar yet she didn't recognize any of them.

Wu Yue took some fruits from the house and put them in a basket: 'Have some fruit.'

Bai Long nodded, took a fruit and held it in her hand, occasionally looking up at Wu Yue.

This female beastman before her seemed to have something difficult to say, but what intrigued Wu Yue was that, among the female beastmen who run and hunt in the forest just like the beastmen, there actually existed such a shy one.

I asked Grandma Flower Tree; she said Yuan Lang likes you a lot and wants you to be his partner.

After the female beastman had furtively glanced at Wu Yue countless times, she finally spoke with her cheeks flushed.

Hearing her words, Wu Yue felt that the great mountain named Yuan Lang seemed even heavier.

So saying a man being too handsome is really no good; he always attracts all kinds of flirtatious trouble, it's really annoying.

Should we make a mask or something for Yuan Lang to wear, to cover that face that attracts bees and butterflies?

If you like Yuan Lang, you can go and tell him; female beastmen are always popular, right?

Bailong was stunned by Wu Yue's words, then hastily waved his hand: "I don't like Yuan Lang, because... because..."

Wu Yue's feet under the stone table twitched, and she muttered, "Damn it!"

You, a burly female beastfolk, are fidgeting and muttering here; if I weren't worried I couldn't withstand your punch, I'd really want to kick you over and knock you out.

The idea of grabbing the female beastfolk's leg to make her spill the beans was abandoned after considering her formidable combat power.

"Why is that? Since you don't like Yuan Lang, what do you want from me?"

As soon as Wu Yue finished speaking, the female beastfolk's wheat-colored cheeks actually flushed with a faint red.

She shyly glanced at Wu Yue: "I want to ask, how did you make Yuan Lang like you? Could you help me? I like Teng Qian and want him to be my partner."