Chapter 394: Xuehu Wu's Inadvertent Wisdom

Hearing Xuehu Wu say that, even the usually composed Feiying Wu couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Five crystal cores sound like a lot, but looking at these salts, they're truly worth it.

Xuehu Wu chuckled, waving a hand: "Take a look first—these salts are very pure; the Water Mountain Tribe's salts are much cleaner than those of the seaside tribes."

The Kuangshi Wu rubbed the salt in his hands, deeply hoping to see the legendary Water Mountain Tribe again next year and to obtain more of this precious, pure salt.

"Old Tiger, we three have discussed it: each tribe will contribute one crystal core, fifty large beast pelts, and some of the tribe's special food and fruit; as for the salt..."

Hei Lang Wu glanced at the pale blue pile of salt behind him, gritted his teeth, and said: "Would giving each tribe one beast‑skin bag of salt work?"

After saying that, the three shamans' faces flushed—indeed, because this food was far less than what they usually got in exchange with the seaside tribes.

The three furtively glanced at the expressionless Xuehu Wu, and a sudden 'thump' went through their hearts.

The old comrade's expression really wasn't good—could it be that he thought they were being too greedy?

Feiying Wu nudged the Black Wolf Shaman beside him: "Are we asking for too much?"

Hei Lang Wu quickly glanced at him and whispered: "Trade is about give and take—Old Tiger surely wouldn't give that much."

The two shamans instantly felt a bit relieved, their eyes eager as they looked toward Xuehu Wu, waiting for him to speak.

"This is the first time I'm trading salt with the Water Mountain Tribe, so I won't take advantage of you brothers."

"Give me one crystal core, a beast pelt, and some food, and I'll give each of your tribes two baskets of salt."

"Ah! I'm doubting life—Old Tiger not only didn't give less, he actually said he'd give them more!"

"Moreover, the three turned to look at the basket half as tall as a beastfolk: '...'"

"This basket of salt could match several of their beast‑skin bags."

"They were all poor folks' children, never having seen so much salt before, and each felt a bit dazed."

"Only when the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastfolk placed the prepared salt‑filled baskets beside each of the three shamans did they pinch their own thighs and exclaim, 'Really, this is true!'"

Xuehu Wu chuckled triumphantly: "I've said it plainly—if the Water Mountain Tribe asks for more next time, you'll have to change what you give."

"Having received two baskets of salt, the three shamans now saw Xuehu Wu's wrinkled old face, and however they looked at it, it was pleasing."

"Then they burst out laughing, strode over, and put their arms around his neck: 'What are you waiting for? Come on, let's go back and let the kids roast some meat.'"

Xuehu Wu's face darkened: "When you're happy, you still want me to prepare the food—let your tribe's kids go hunt themselves."

"Having received so much salt, the beastman warriors of the three tribes were already overjoyed; hearing Xuehu Wu say that, they didn't hesitate and bolted for the distant forest."

"Shaman, you've taught us about the food."

"Before the shamans could react, only a swirl of dust remained before their eyes."

"We shamans love boar meat the most."

"We shamans like to eat bovine beasts."

"We shamans like..."

"The beastfolk ran while chattering about their own shamans' favorite foods."

"Hearing only the fading echoes, Xuehu Wu's face darkened: 'I finally acted generously and exchanged all this salt for you—why aren't you thinking about what I like to eat?'"

"That night was a feast of gluttony, and with the Snow Tiger Tribe's ample seasonings, the roasted meat made people wish they could swallow their own tongues."

"The next day, the three shamans took their tribes' beastfolk and took their leave."

"Old Tiger, once we're back in our tribes, we'll immediately send the beastman warriors with supplies and food."

"Next time the Water Mountain Tribe comes, be sure to let us know—we'll all trade salt together."

Xuehu Wu looked at the three bickering old fogeys before him and felt utter disdain.

"While expressing his disdain with a wave, he said: 'I tell you lot, head back early.'"

"At night, while you're sleeping, you fart, grind your teeth, and talk—I haven't had a good night's sleep since you arrived."

"The three shamans exchanged a glance, then stepped forward together and patted the old comrade's shoulder: 'Old comrade, build us a resting place soon—next time we come, let's really not stay together.'"

"We three would at most take up one spot, but you've taken the whole lot."

"Having said that, he raised his head in utter misery, indicating to Xuehu Wu the dark circles under his eyes: 'Blast that fart of mine—if you didn't know, you'd think a huge beast had come!'"

Xuehu Wu glanced at the young beastfolk females behind him: "..."

"He inexplicably felt his dignity challenged: 'Stop spouting nonsense—the sun's high already, hurry back to the tribe.'"

"Otherwise he'd again bad‑mouth me as a shaman in front of the kids."

"Seeing off the three tribes' people, the Snow Tiger Tribe returned to its usual peaceful life."

"But for Wu Yue, this day felt utterly miserable."

"Looking at the red little map on the kang, she felt her whole self was off."

"This familiar sensation, she couldn't even fool herself into thinking she had hemorrhoids."

"So even in another world, that aunt‑month relative still has to come."

"\"Host, don't dwell on it—among the pure‑human females who came of age with you, their aunt‑month has come and gone many times; it's only you who's just arrived. \""

"Tongzi's disgusted little tone couldn't be more obvious."

"\"Tongzi, I beg for a small bun. \""

"The instant her words fell, a palm‑sized package landed not far before her."

"Wu Yue was about to struggle to rise, but just as she lifted her buttocks, she felt a surging wave."

"Damn, no more love..."

"But the next second, seeing the familiar package before her, Wu Yue only wished to grab it and smash the system's dog head: 'What the hell is this?!'"

"A crisp sound rang out—the familiar packaging being torn open—followed by a munching noise, after which Tongzi slowly said: 'It's a small bun, you wanted to eat it, didn't you? I specially picked the red‑bean filling.'"

"Wu Yue held the soft small bun, miserable as hell—could this crappy system really not be returned?"

"\"I said the small bun is for dealing with the aunt‑month, not for eating! \""

The system's ears twitched, and the tail behind it whooshed and puffed up: "..."

What's with the fierceness? He's a boy, where would he know these?

"Host, next time just say diaper, it's better, dear."

"Dear what dear, hurry up for me, I now kind of have the urge to wet the bed while awake!"

Tongzi's burly body shuddered; he also wanted to possess this soul-stirring feeling.

"Host, please open the system panel and select the bread brand you want; as a straight male system, I really can't choose."

Enduring the bodily discomfort, Wu Yue opened the system panel she hadn't used in a long time.

But the next second, the dazzling array of familiar bread brands and the prices that kept climbing one after another successfully made her face darken.

"Tongzi, are the prices down there for real?"

Wu Yue only felt utterly miserable.

Tongzi nodded: "Host, don't doubt, this is absolutely a conscientious price."

Meow, a small bread costs five points, and you tell me it's a conscientious price?

She must be black-hearted!

"May I ask, Host, would you like to redeem?"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth, just about to redeem, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Why is there such a strong smell of blood, Yue, you're injured..."?

Yuan Lang still held in his hand a chicken that had already lost its fur, his forehead covered in fine sweat; the tension in his eyes poured out the instant he saw the bloodstain on Wu Yue's kang.

What's wrong with the little female?

Why is there so much blood?

He threw the chicken in his hand aside, quickly stepped forward, and prepared behind to hold Wu Yue and go find the Snow Tiger Shaman.

Wu Yue quickly grabbed the beastfolk's muscular arm: "I'm fine."

While saying that, she also pulled up the nearby animal-skin blanket and covered the unusually conspicuous bloodstain.

"You're bleeding, yet you say you're fine."

The beastfolk pressed his lips tightly, embraced the waist of the little female on the kang, and prepared to lift her up.

Wu Yue's face changed dramatically: "!"

Damn, I was already surging when sitting, you bastard actually...

Before she could say anything, as the beastfolk's arm wrapped around her waist, the muscular arm circled her lower abdomen, and Wu Yue's originally fair little face instantly turned black-red-black-red.

The hot flow trickled down her thin leg all the way, dripped a few times at the toes, then unwillingly fell onto the kang.

Damn! It gushed out!

Let me die!

Could this be the legendary massive social death scene!

The strong smell of blood again spread, Yuan Lang's body instantly stiffened: "Did I touch your wound?"

Wu Yue: "..."

Don't say such misleading words; this wound of mine isn't something you can touch.

"Put me down..."

The lower abdomen felt distended and unbearable, and having just experienced such a social death scene, Wu Yue, at a loss for words, looked at the beastfolk beside her: "Don't your women have periods?"

Yuan Lang stared: "You actually have other relatives who also came to this world?"

Wu Yue: "..."

"What I mean by period is women's menstrual blood, you don't know?"

Yuan Lang first stiffened, then his handsome face instantly flushed: "... menstrual blood."

He murmured her words repeatedly, while lowering his head to look at her butt.

Wu Yue glared fiercely: "What are you looking at!"

Yuan Lang, somewhat at a loss, turned in a circle on the ground: "What can I do?"

Thinking of the expensive bread, Wu Yue still decided to struggle a bit: "Trouble you to call Qingcao over."

Yuan Lang looked at her worriedly: "Are you okay on your own?"

Wu Yue revealed a fierce smile: "Nothing for now, hurry up."

Yuan Lang pressed his lips, turned and ran out.

Shortly after, Wu Yue heard Qingcao's miserable howl.

It's really confusing, Yuan Lang Warrior; I clearly told you to go find Qingcao, hearing the howl, I feel like you're killing a pig.

Yuan Lang grabbed Qingcao and quickly walked into the house, raising his big hand and threw the female onto the kang.

"I'll go boil hot water."

Having lost that much blood, the little female must feel awful; boil some hot water for her to wash up later.

"Ow ow! My waist!"

The drama queen kept howling, while rubbing her waist that the animal skin had made red: "Yue, your Yuan Lang is really too violent; just now he dragged me all the way, my waist turned red and was chafed."

Wu Yue listlessly looked at her little companion: "It was me who asked him to find you."

Having said that, she lifted the animal-skin blanket on the kang: "I'm bleeding."

Qingcao let out a cry and sprang up from the kang, running off: "I'll go get the shaman."

"Come back! I'm fine."

Qingcao stopped, turned back to look at her: "You're bleeding, how can you say you're fine?"

"You don't bleed?"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth.

Qingcao gave a hehe laugh and waved a hand: "I'm actually very careful, I rarely get hurt, bleeding like this, except each time... huh?"

Seemingly thinking of something, Qingcao scooted over to Wu Yue's side, glanced at the blood on the kang, then glanced at her butt: "It couldn't be what I'm thinking, could it?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Exactly what you're thinking, so I want to ask, how do you handle it each time you bleed?"

Qingcao lewdly patted Wu Yue's arm: "Yue, you're also a normal female now."

Wu Yue: "..."

Give me a chance, say it again, when have I ever not been a normal female?

"This isn't that complicated, just wait a moment, I'll go get something for you."

Having said that, he gave a hehe laugh and ran out.

"Host, would you like to exchange for a small bun?"

Wu Yue raised her eyebrows: "No thanks, your prices are too high—whoever buys is an idiot; I'll wait for Qingcao to bring back the stuff, that'll do."

Tongzi pursed his lips: "Host, everything in our system mall has quality assurance, and if you buy now you can also get a discount promotion—it's absolutely a great return, would you consider it?"

Tongzi felt bitter inside—other hosts buying things in the system mall and enjoying consumption is just everyday, but our host is simply stingy to the point of not pulling out a single hair.

Even now, with blood flowing like a river, he must stubbornly persist in waiting for unknown sanitary supplies—this thrifty spirit is truly commendable.

"Host, I'll temporarily close the system mall then, waiting for Qingcao's good news."

Although saying that, inside he was munching melon seeds, waiting to see the host's disappointed expression.

That dog host is really too naive—coming to this world, where would there be something as high-end as a small bun? At most they'd just use some leaves as padding.

"Yue, I'm back."

Qingcao's loud shout rang out in the courtyard; not only did Wu Yue inside hear it, but Yuan Lang in the kitchen also furtively poked his head out to look.

But the next moment, upon seeing what she held in her hand, even someone as mighty as General Yuan Lang couldn't help but shudder.

When women have their periods, they all use this thing, right?