Chapter 395: The Aunt's Period Came to Visit

Qingcao rushed all the way into Wu Yue's room, waving the smooth, polished little wooden board in her hand: "Yue, look what I brought."

Wu Yue heard her voice and couldn't help but turn around in delight.

"Holy shit! You brought a wooden board, haha!"

She simply couldn't believe her own eyes.

Seeing her little companion's terrified stare at the wooden board in her hand, Qingcao felt a surge of pride; surely Yue's tribe didn't have such a well-polished board.

Having said that, she generously handed the item to Wu Yue: "We use this when we bleed."

Looking at the wooden board before her, Wu Yue wiped her face: "How... how do you use this?"

Qingcao hehe-hehe laughed, glancing at her legs: "When the blood flows down, you just hang it on this board—you don't know, I pestered A Mu for ages before she agreed to polish this board for me."

Hang it on the board!

Those words echoed like a spell in Wu Yue's mind.

Her face turned pale as she stared at the arm-length wooden board before her, feeling her limits lowered once again.

"What if I go out... what should I do?"

Her eyes held a hint of hope, wishing to hear a different answer from Qingcao.

But the fact was destined to disappoint her; Qingcao gave Wu Yue a lecherous look and then hehe-hehe laughed: "Yue, don't be embarrassed, you've only started bleeding after being an adult for so long—this means you can bear young, and many males will pursue you."

Moreover, when we bleed we don't go out to gather, because the bloody smell attracts beasts, bringing danger to everyone.

Generally, when active in the tribe, everyone carries this board; when bleeding, just scrape it off."

Wu Yue: "..."

Her mind involuntarily conjured a tough image of herself chatting and laughing with tribe members while crossing her legs and scraping off blood.

Her little face instantly twitched uncontrollably.

"Yue, you're okay, right?"

Wu Yue let out a deep sigh: "Bleeding is tiring; I want to nap a bit. Thanks for the board—I'll return it after I'm done."

Qingcao waved her hand generously: "No need to return it; I already had Teng Kun polish many more for me—this one's a gift for you."

Having said that, she patted her little companion's shoulder: "What fruit would you like to eat today?"

"Today is our gathering team's gathering day; we'll pass the small hill ahead, and I'll bring back some fruit for you."

Then she bade farewell to Wu Yue and left.

Wu Yue wiped her face: "Tongzi, system store."

The familiar panel, the familiar prices—only the full-reduction promotion is gone.

"Tongzi, can it still be cheaper?"

Weak and listless, Wu Yue prepared to humbly ask Tongzi to deduct fewer points.

"Host, the last full-reduction is gone; if you don't buy now, the price might go up next time."

Having said that, he sheepishly tapped his fingers: "Besides, unless it's a special sale or a full-reduction, the price can't be changed arbitrarily."

In the end, Wu Yue still bought a few small buns with a heavy heart.

Yuan Lang, who was heating water, only heard the sound from Wu Yue's room door, turned around, and came out holding Wu Yue with some clothes.

"Do you want to wash up?"

Wu Yue awkwardly pressed her legs together: "I just need to go to the toilet."

Having said that, without glancing at the beastfolk's expression, she took those hurried little steps and vanished around the corner of the house.

Yuan Lang pursed her lips, took out the large wooden tub Wu Yue used for washing up, and filled it with a full tub of suitably warm water.

Having changed into the small buns, Wu Yue felt incredibly refreshed, as if her steps carried wind.

"Host, don't show off; your legs covered in blood really aren't pretty—better hurry and take a bath."

Looking at the host who resembled a landlord's second fool, the system only wished it could bang its head against the ground.

Wu Yue, hearing that, lowered her gaze to the noticeable bloodstains on her slender legs.

So, she had just been swaying those two bloody legs, looking completely calm in Yuan Lang's sight?

Her toes curled up, wishing she could dig out a villa right then.

Yuan Lang heard the footsteps and turned back, only to see the little female who had just been in good spirits now walking over listlessly.

She quickly stood up: "The hot water is ready, you..."

Just as she was about to say "go take a bath," she saw the little female who had previously kept her head down now quickly scurrying toward the bathhouse with quick little steps.

"I'll take a bath first; Yuan Lang, you go inside first."

Let's not talk about Wu Yue's embarrassing scene of scraping the board for her aunt's period.

At this moment, in the Rock Salt Tribe, the shamaness gazed at the beastfolk fighting in the vast open space before her, her expression indifferent.

After the elimination rounds of the past few days, today finally began the competition between beastman warriors.

Looking at the two beastman warriors standing opposite each other on the open ground ahead, the shamaness's expression was calm, with a hint of smile at the corner of her mouth.

When the surrounding tribespeople looked at her, they still held that reverent gaze, because her legs had already been healed by the Shaman Sir of the Super Tribe a few days earlier.

She even fortunately became a disciple of that poison shaman among them.

"The Shamaness Sir must be the one favored by the Beast God Sir—she not only has great shamanic talent, but now even the Super Tribe has taken notice of her."

"It'll probably be hard to see the Shamaness Sir again; our tribe's folks who went to the Super Tribe before never came back."

"In that case, the shaman position in our tribe will have to be reselected from the remaining few shaman disciples, right?"

"Yeah, I actually thought the next shaman would be the Shamaness Sir."

The surrounding tribespeople's whispered gossip inevitably reached the shamaness's ears, and the smile at her lips grew ever gentler.

This feeling of being chased after and worshipped by everyone is truly wonderful.

If it weren't for the shaman saying that going to these great tribes could yield better cultivation methods and longer lifespans, she wouldn't have given up her respected position as shamaness of the Rock Salt Tribe to run off to the Super Tribe and become a lowly little shaman.

Shaman, I never expected that you would be favored by the super tribe; I thought the shaman of this Rock Salt tribe would be you in the future.

The human male speaking was also one of the Rock Salt tribe's shaman disciples, and he used to be highly valued by the shaman.

Thinking back to how he too was once revered by the tribespeople like the shaman, the male's eyes instantly grew gloomy.

All of this was changed by this female before him; because of her arrival, everything he once had is gone.

He could only hide in his own cave like a rat‑beast that shuns the light.

Because every time he left the cave, he was met with the sympathetic, meaningful gazes of the surrounding tribespeople.

He sat down straight beside the shaman and said, 'What a pity.'

After the shaman left, among the Rock Salt tribe's shaman disciples, he was the most talented in cultivation, and the position of tribe shaman would henceforth be his.

Thinking this, the gloom in the male's eyes faded considerably, and his gaze toward the shaman gained a faint smile.

The shaman tightened the hands resting on her knees, then, as if thinking of something, turned her head to him with a gentle laugh: 'Although your cultivation talent is not as good as mine, I have now been chosen by the super tribe, and I only hope you will cultivate well in the future and not disappoint the shaman.'

Male: '...'

He had originally come to show off, but for some reason his chest now ached.

The smile on the male's face eventually faded: 'Then I hope the shaman learns better cultivation methods in the super tribe.'

Seeing the gentle‑eyed, gently smiling shaman before him, the male let out a scoff.

Such a female who smiles on the surface but harbors vicious thoughts inside— I don't know if the tribe's people are blind, yet they still like her so much.

Watching the male return to his seat and sit down, the shaman's eyes finally flashed a hint of coldness.

'Shaman, have some fruit.'

The Beastman Warrior standing beside her suddenly lowered two bright red fruits to the shaman.

The Beastman had long overheard their conversation; to him, only the shaman mattered.

Because he had long accompanied the shaman, even a gesture or a frown of hers allowed him to guess her general intention.

'Shaman Sir, you have already been chosen by the super tribe; remember the shaman's words.'

The shaman's inner anger was instantly soothed by the Beastman Warrior's words.

She let out a heavy breath: 'You are absolutely right.'

The shaman lifted her gaze to the Beastman Warrior who had always accompanied her: 'Are you willing to go with me to the super tribe?'

The Beastman Warrior's body jerked: 'Sh... Shaman, what are you saying?!'

The female before him looked up, her ever‑smiling eyes full of solemnity, as if awaiting his reply.

He felt his throat dry, pressed his lips, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse for the first time: 'I... naturally want to go, but my strength is still insufficient to be noticed by the super tribe.'

Having said that, the Beastman Warrior actually lowered his head, feeling somewhat dejected.

If only I knew... if only I knew...

'Shaman, isn't your Beastman Warrior going up?'

The male who had just come to provoke Wu Yue nearby glanced at the shaman not far away and couldn't help but speak out.

The shaman turned her head to him: 'You shaman disciple should just look after yourself properly.'

She and those little shaman disciples are no longer on the same level; I wonder what scene Yuan Lang will see when she returns stronger.

'Is the Beastman Warrior behind the shaman your companion?'

The brown‑haired Beastman seated above had already heard the Rock Salt tribe's shaman and her Beastman Warrior's words, his eyes swirling with a dark hue as he spoke.

Suddenly called out, the shaman was a bit flustered, but after glancing at the Beastman Warrior behind her whose eyes held anticipation and shyness, she firmly shook her head: 'I still have no companion; this is merely my guardian Beastman.'

Just a guardian Beastman...

The Beastman Warrior standing behind her in a protective stance heard this, and his handsome face instantly turned pale.

Seeing this, the brown‑haired Beastman's gloom dissipated bit by bit, and he burst out laughing 'haha': 'I never imagined a female like the shaman would have no male.'

After speaking, he directly waved at the shaman: 'This first round of contest is too dull; why don't you come up and tell me what the Chiyan Pingyuan is like?'

The shaman lowered her head somewhat shyly.

In her lowered brows and eyes lay wild joy, and the curve of her lips grew ever sweeter.

'I am merely a minor shaman; how could I sit together with the envoy sir and the shaman sirs?'

She lowered her head, appearing somewhat upset.

The brown‑haired Beastman laughed 'haha' as he rose, actually coming over to the shaman's side himself.

'Come on, shaman; today several shaman sirs didn't come, I'm sitting alone there with no one to talk to?'

The shaman looked somewhat embarrassed at the Rock Salt shaman seated above: 'Shaman~'

The Rock Salt shaman glanced at the brown‑haired Beastman, then smiled: 'Then go ahead; we can't let the esteemed envoy sir sit there alone.'

The shaman lifted the corner of her mouth in a smile, then rose: 'Excuse me for disturbing the envoy sir over there.'

The brown‑haired Beastman watched the shaman rise, his eyes full of ardent smiles.

The two returned together to the envoy's seated spot, pushing the nearby fruit food before the shaman: 'I heard the shaman was injured because she went to participate in the small territory's trade fair?'

Upon hearing this, the shaman's eyes surged with intense emotion, dark and chilling.

But the next second, her eyes filled with longing and yearning: 'Yes, although I was wounded, what I saw in the Polar Forest was truly astonishing; those who don't know might think the Snow Tiger Tribe that held the trade fair was protected by the Beast God.'

After saying that, she sighed deeply: 'I don't know when our tribe will be like the Polar Forest tribe, with tall, sturdy stone houses for every tribesperson, even the slaves living in stone houses.'

Many, many stone houses?

Even the slaves live in them?

The brown‑haired Beastman's previously lazy, leaning posture suddenly straightened: 'Many, many? The shaman must be mistaken.'

The shaman pursed her lips, her big eyes accusing the brown‑haired Beastman: 'You don't believe what I'm saying, do you?'

Brown‑haired Beastman: '...'

Although the super tribe also lives in stone houses and takes pride in it, it's impossible for everyone to move in, let alone the slaves.

So he looked down on the stone house that the slaves mentioned by the shamaness could live in, which naturally could not compare to theirs.

The shamaness pulled a string of beads from her bosom: "This kind of pretty bead string is made from the stone used to build the stone houses of the Snow Tiger Tribe, ground down."

It is very neat and good-looking; I am always thinking, if I could also live in such a house, that would be great.

Her eyes were full of hope, as if she greatly loved the stone house she spoke of.

"Then why don't you ask them how they build it?"

The shamaness gave a bitter smile: "The Snow Tiger Tribe sent beastman warriors to intercept me on the road because I once asked about the building method of such houses, and my injury came from that time."

"Just asking got you beaten up like this! The Snow Tiger Tribe actually dares to lay hands on a shaman?"

The brown-haired beastman's eyes were full of coldness.

The shamaness lowered her gaze, looking very downhearted: "Yes, the Snow Tiger Tribe places great importance on the building method of their stone houses."

I only asked and got my leg injured, so I stopped asking; if it weren't for the fact that they have a crystal that can let beastman warriors upgrade...

It seemed she realized she had said something she shouldn't have; her face turned pale, she glanced fearfully at the brown-haired beastman, and quickly covered her mouth.

But she was so close to the brown-haired beastman that he could not possibly have not heard.

The phrase "let beastman warriors upgrade" was thus deeply etched into the brown-haired beastman's mind.

Looking at the female beside him with both hands covering her mouth, the brown-haired beastman slave suppressed the fervor in his heart.

"Beastman warriors upgrade? Could it be that the tribe in the Polar Forest has some special potion?"

Beastfolk upgrading is naturally perilous, true in any tribe; even powerful super-tribes cannot escape it.

But the shamaness's expression just now told him that whatever could let beastman warriors upgrade is absolutely important.

The shamaness glanced anxiously at the rock salt shaman and chief not far behind: "You must have misheard; I am a shaman, how would I know anything about beastman warriors upgrading..."

Although she said that, her constantly flickering eyes made the problem quite clear.

The brown-haired beastman's lips curled with an indescribable excitement, if he could obtain that tribe's upgrade shaman medicine...