Chapter 392: Shaman Sirs and the Shaman Spirit Fruit

Yeah, as long as she becomes an existence so strong it cannot be shaken, when the time comes if they want to attack the tribes of the Polar Forest, the Poison Scorpion Tribe wouldn't dare to make any small moves; they'd probably be eager to follow behind and fawn.

The shamaness clenched her hand, power...

The next morning, several Shaman Sirs of the Super Tribe woke from meditation.

"Shaman Sir, I have something to report."

The brown-haired Beastfolk stood respectfully outside the door, he heard the voices of several Shaman Sirs speaking inside the tent.

"Come in."

The Beastfolk lifted the animal skin curtain hanging at the stone house's door and walked in, behind him followed two Beastman Warriors holding food for the several Shaman Sirs.

"Shaman Sir, last night Rock Salt Shaman asked me, wanting to request that you treat their tribe's exceptionally talented shamaness."

"Exceptionally talented shamaness?"

The speaker was precisely the male Shaman who had ridden a beast yesterday; he lowered the food in his hand and looked at the Beastfolk: "What kind of injury?"

The Beastfolk respectfully said: "I only know that I injured my leg when attending the trade fair; the wound became severe due to lack of timely treatment, so I cannot walk."

"Bring her over to have a look; if her talent is truly good, I don't mind treating her."

The Shaman said in a calm voice.

As for such exceptional talent, he didn't hold high expectations; each year too many Shamans and Beastfolk are selected into the Super Tribe, they've seen too many with exceptional talent, their mindset already very peaceful.

Having received the Shaman Sir's permission, the Beastfolk respectfully left the house and headed toward Rock Salt Shaman's stone house.

"Shaman..."

The shamaness nervously clenched her hands, staring at the door blocked by the animal skin curtain; her heart felt as if countless ants were crawling.

Rock Salt Shaman frowned and glanced at her: "Relax."

After all, he is an old male who has lived many years; Rock Salt Shaman's disposition is naturally not comparable to that of a young shamaness.

The shamaness took a deep breath, striving to calm herself.

"Shaman, the Super Tribe Envoy has come."

The Beastfolk's voice sounded outside; Rock Salt Shaman rose from the animal skin mat, his gaze calm as he glanced at the somewhat excited shamaness, then walked toward the door.

"Please invite the Envoy in."

The shamaness was pinned to the animal skin mat by Rock Salt Shaman's glance, desperately suppressing her inner agitation.

The brown-haired Beastfolk was invited into the stone house; upon entering, he saw a very beautiful female sitting properly on the animal skin mat; seeing him enter, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

This feeling...

The brown-haired Beastfolk felt as if a beautiful flower had bloomed in his heart, even able to smell its fragrance.

Seeing the Beastfolk's astonished gaze, the shamaness's smile grew gentler: "My leg is injured and I cannot stand; please, Envoy Sir, do not blame me."

The brown-haired Beastfolk restrained his astonishment, laughed heartily: "So you are the shamaness Rock Salt Shaman spoke of; our tribe's Shaman Sirs have already agreed to treat you, but we need to test your shaman power."

The shamaness gently smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Envoy Sir and Shaman Sirs."

Having said that, she then looked toward the Beastman Warrior beside her.

The Beastman Warrior respectfully stepped forward and lifted the shamaness.

The brown-haired Beastfolk nodded, while speaking with Rock Salt Shaman beside him, he walked toward the dwellings of the several Shaman Sirs.

Only Rock Salt Shaman, walking beside him, knew how many times the brown-haired Beastfolk had glanced at the shamaness along the way.

A hint of profundity flickered deep in Rock Salt Shaman's eyes, as if recalling something; the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened slightly.

"Shaman Sir, Rock Salt Shaman and the shamaness have been brought."

The shamaness's smile slightly froze; at this moment she truly felt the gap.

Although both are shamans, the Super Tribe Envoy Sir's attitude toward Rock Salt Shaman and their tribe's shamans is completely different.

This caused a great sense of disparity in the shamaness's heart.

So in the eyes of these Super Tribes, are these ordinary tribe's shamans not worthy of respect?

"Come in."

As her thoughts churned, a male voice came from inside the house, sounding not very old.

At such a young age, has he already become an existence stronger than Rock Salt Shaman?

The shamaness's heart was greatly shaken.

The curtain at the house's door was lifted; on the animal skin mat inside, four Shaman Sirs sat cross-legged, their bodies wrapped in mysterious soft animal skins, only revealing a pair of deep eyes.

"Please sit."

The speaker was precisely the male Shaman Sir in the middle.

His gaze initially fell upon the small female held in the Beastfolk's arms.

"What is the nature of your awakened shaman power?"

The shamaness was placed on the animal skin mat by the Beastfolk; she strove to straighten her back, her palm inhaling and exhaling shaman power.

After a moment, a tiny black insect appeared in her palm: "I am a Poison Shaman."

That black insect writhed in the female's palm, occasionally poking out its head to twist, as if seeking something, quite lively.

The several Shaman Sirs nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad talent; this is already Yellow Rank Three, right?"

This time the speaker was not the previous male Healing Shaman, but the female Shaman farthest to the left.

The shamaness quickly nodded respectfully: "Yes, just a few days ago I advanced to Yellow Rank Three."

"Treat her; this little female, brought back this time, can be my disciple."

Obviously, this female Shaman Sir is very pleased with the shamaness.

After the treatment began, the shamaness truly understood the gap that Rock Salt Shaman said exists between ordinary shamans and healing shamans.

The wound on her leg that Rock Salt Shaman could barely control, under the Healing Shaman's treatment, actually recovered in just a few breaths.

The shaman's power can heal only external wounds; the bone in your leg is also injured, so you still need to rest more—during this time, let the beastfolk carry you when you go out.

The shamaness strained to suppress her trembling, bowed, and said, 'Thank you, Shaman Sir.'

After returning to her cave, the shamaness lifted the animal hide on her leg, seeing her legs restored to their original state, tears fell in large drops from her eyes.

Polar Forest, Snow Tiger Tribe, Yuan Lang, Wuyue...

Several days later, in the Snow Tiger Tribe, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang came again to the food storage cave.

How is it, has it gone bad?

Seeing the little female's nervous appearance, Yuan Lang also grew somewhat tense.

But fortunately the result was good; the cured salted meat had no strange odor.

Wu Yue chuckled, looking at Yuan Lang beside her: 'Yuan Lang Warrior, is the hot water ready?'

Yuan Lang's mouth twitched: 'Do you dare to call me normally?'

Although he complained like that, his work wasn't delayed; he added several more sticks of firewood under the burning stove, and the flames grew larger.

After a moment, the water that had been heated for a long time also boiled.

May I borrow your fingernail for a moment?

The weakling Wu Yue picked up a piece of cured salted meat and said with a giggle.

Yuan Lang's distinctively jointed fingers extended; without any visible motion, the tips of his plump fingers grew sharp claws.

No matter how many times I look, it still seems miraculous.

Wu Yue murmured, then looked up at Yuan Lang: 'With your current appearance, could you be called a monster in your country?'

Yeah, you humans are still arrogant in front of me, a monster—watch out, I might eat you.

Wu Yue chuckled: 'Eating people is illegal.'

Having said that, she pointed to the top of the salted meat: 'Make a hole here.'

The beastfolk saw her slightly pallid small hand from exertion, reached out to take the salted meat, and with a light flick of his fingers, a hole appeared in the meat.

Rope.

Tsk tsk, truly an all-capable three-good cook.

Wu Yue sighed while handing over the grass rope in her hand.

Holding the salted meat, Yuan Lang looked at the little female beside him: 'Is this enough?'

Dip the meat in the boiling water briefly to rinse off the saltiness.

Yuan Lang frowned at the words, rinsed off the salt, and wondered, 'Won't the meat spoil then?'

But seeing the little female's confident demeanor, he, a novice at curing meat, still chose to obey.

He swished the salted meat in the pot, then lifted it out: 'Is this okay now?'

Okay okay, whatever!

She often uttered incomprehensible words from her mouth; Yuan Lang had long grown accustomed, so now he selectively listened to the first sentence and automatically ignored the rest.

Thus, one person threaded the meat through water, another hung the treated salted meat on a rack to dry; in roughly the time it takes to eat a meal, all the salted meat was processed.

Have you ever eaten salted meat?

Wu Yue, watching the beastfolk tidy the stone pot and stove, asked.

Naturally, I have.

Yuan Lang looked at her amusedly: 'But this food is not popular in the capital; it's considered coarse fare, eaten only by borderland commoners.'

Wu Yue! Wu Yue! I swear! Save me, save me!

As the two were speaking, an extremely miserable shout came from outside the cave.

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang exchanged a glance: 'The shout sounds like someone being raped—what's going on?'

Don't mind him, he's just a drama queen!

Yuan Lang's mouth twitched; that howling beastfolk's voice was all too familiar to him—it was that Teng Qian fellow.

Is it Teng Qian?

Because the beastfolk's shout was somewhat heart-rending, Wu Yue momentarily couldn't tell, but seeing the beastfolk's disdainful look, she also guessed a bit.

Yuan Lang's face darkened as he nodded: 'It's him; he must have provoked someone again.'

Let's go check; I feel his cries today are especially miserable.

It was obvious that not only Wu Yue and Yuan Lang heard Teng Qian's miserable cry; after they walked out of the cave, many tribespeople had already gathered in the open space ahead.

But...

Wu Yue anxiously gazed at the middle of the crowd, wondering who could tell her why, while Teng Qian called out so miserably, the tribespeople could still laugh so happily.

Is there some tragic thing that, when spoken, makes everyone happy?

The gossip fire in her heart burned fiercely; Wu Yue grabbed Yuan Lang and shoved into the crowd.

Let go of me, oh~ I'll give you oh~ say!

Old Paper doesn't like your type of female; feelings can't be forced, even if you force me to mate with you, I won't treat you well.

All the way listening to Teng Qian's struggling shouts, the two finally squeezed into the inner circle, but...

Seeing Teng Qian's disheveled state at this moment, Wu Yue's eyes widened; the scene was somewhat stimulating!

All that could be seen was a stout female sitting on Teng Qian's abdomen, her hands merely cupping his cheeks, her thick lips puckered as she leaned to kiss the beastfolk beneath her.

Teng Qian looked like a respectable woman being violated, struggling violently: 'Let me go, my chastity!'

I never would have guessed, Teng Qian is actually such a conservative man.

Yuan Lang chuckled: '...'

Do you have some misunderstanding about Teng Qian?

Whether conservative or not, that also depends on the person; if it were him facing such a female, he would definitely be even more conservative than Teng Qian.

You don't like my awesome look? Weren't you just praising my beautiful moves earlier?

The female adjusted Teng Qian's face, struggling to give him a loving kiss.

Teng Qian painfully stretched out his Er Kang hand, calling for help from the surrounding clansmen: "Old Paper was just watching the fun, just saying it offhand—who made you strike that pose at my doorstep! Oh~ let me go!"

The female chuckled: "Really, you obviously like it, why are you being stubborn? Is it because you're embarrassed with so many clansmen watching?"

Having said that, she stood up, scooped Teng Qian up, clamping him under her armpit, and flew off toward a similar one.

Only clouds of dust rose in the open space.

Looks like this kid Teng Qian's spring has arrived.

Yuan Lang didn't lift a hand to help, after all, being clamped under the armpit and flown away by a female is something that, unless Teng Qian was willing, this little female whose cultivation level isn't as high as his absolutely couldn't manage.

Let's go, we... huh?

He turned around, intending to say something to the little female beside him, but her strange expression caught Yuan Lang's attention: "What's wrong with you?"

Aren't we going to rescue Teng Qian?

Wu Yue gave a dry laugh and pointed in the direction where the two Beastfolk disappeared.

Teng Qian's cultivation level is above this female's; if he wants to struggle free, there's absolutely no problem.

The fact that the female could catch him shows he was half‑willing, half‑resisting.

Wu Yue reached out and grabbed Yuan Lang's arm: "Really?"

The Beastfolk only then noticed the little female's odd state: "What's wrong with you?"

Wu Yue glanced at him furtively: "That female, I know her."

Yuan Lang raised his brows at the words, not knowing why, suddenly feeling a flash of inspiration that Teng Qian's predicament today was inseparably linked to the little female.

A few days ago she came to ask me, "Is there any way to make Teng Qian my partner?" I taught her a few of those... uh... poses...

Yuan Lang's eyebrows rose: "What kind of uh... pose is that pose?"

Wu Yue traced an S‑shaped curve with both hands: "It's this kind of alluring chest‑out, butt‑out move; Teng Qian used to say he liked this type, didn't he?"

Yuan Lang looked speechlessly at the little female before him.

Is it that Teng Qian likes females who are more robust than he is?

You have a huge misunderstanding about his taste.

You really do know Teng Qian's preferences; I don't know when you'll be able to show me the move you taught that female.