Chapter 401: The Cloyingly Sweet Gray Fruit

After the Flying Eagle Shaman left, the Beastman Warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe locked the violent beastman and his companions in a cave.

The violent beastman sat against the wall, gazing at the cave mouth not far away, his eyes deep.

"Du Huo, let's just sit here obediently."

A Beastman Warrior from the Poison Scorpion Tribe crept up beside the violent beastman and whispered.

While speaking, his lecherous little eyes kept glancing toward the cave entrance.

Hearing that, the violent beastman turned his head to look at him: "If you're not going to sit obediently, do you still want to jump around?"

Although he had been terrified when he was just captured, he had already figured things out.

If they went to the Snow Tiger Tribe on their own, it would surely take a lot of time, but if they had the Flying Eagle Tribe's beastmen guiding them, wouldn't that save a lot of time?

Perhaps by the time they return to Chiyan Pingyuan from Gaomi, the shamans might still not have returned to the tribe.

The beastman beside him, seeing how many little thoughts he harbored yet showing no worry and looking quite content, felt a bit stifled.

"Du Huo, you're not giving up on hope of survival, are you? Although our shaman almost wiped out the Flying Eagle Tribe earlier, things turned out fine in the end."

"Now we've brought such important news; they shouldn't kill us, right?"

Du Huo gave the tribesman before him a look like he was an idiot, patted his head affectionately, and said, "If your brain doesn't work well, don't overthink things."

Beastman Warrior: "..."

"You were just insulting me, right?"

When we left, the selection was already halfway done, so this trip to Gaomi of the Snow Tiger Tribe is very dangerous. If we run into those people on our way back to Chiyan Pingyuan, what do you think the consequences will be for us?

The Poison Scorpion Tribe beastmen around them turned grave, feeling a bit panicked.

Du Huo is right; if those super-tribe beastman warriors find out what they've done, even the shamans might not be able to save them.

"Don't be afraid; with the Flying Eagle Tribe's beastmen helping us, we'll reach the Snow Tiger Tribe no later than planned."

"If we're too late..."

He narrowed his eyes: "If we're late, we'll just stay in the Snow Tiger Tribe; after all, we've lived there before."

"Du Huo, isn't this a bit bad for us? After all, we're beastmen of the Poison Scorpion Tribe."

"Noodle dumplings..."

"Slurp..."

"Roasted bun..."

"Slurp..."

"Fried meat slices..."

"Slurp slurp..."

The sound of slurping saliva in the cave was crystal clear; Du Huo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Your saliva is about to flood this cave."

The surrounding beastmen gave a dry, heh-heh laugh, wiping their mouths: "Haven't we not eaten this in a long time?"

"Exactly. When I returned to the tribe, I proudly told the tribesmen that toothfish and pincer worms were edible, but that clueless bunch beat me up, and when I got home my A Mu almost didn't recognize me."

"Me too. Not only do they refuse to eat them, but if I sneak a bite, they come over and beat me."

"The last time I stole a bite of toothfish, the captain even stuffed me with animal hide used for leg wrappings."

As the words fell, his cheek twitched hard; that flavor was simply intoxicating.

He almost got smoked out to meet the beast god.

Du Huo watched the tribesmen chatting back and forth, and suddenly he felt a strong nostalgia for his days in the Snow Tiger Tribe, where the four great tribes of the Polar Forest lived in harmony without so much conflict.

Unlike in the Chiyan Pingyuan, where any tribe that shows a problem must guard against being attacked.

"Besides, the females of the Snow Tiger Tribe look more comfortable than ours."

"Exactly, their hair isn't as frizzy, and they don't have that unpleasant smell."

"Their chests and butts are also plump..."

"Hehe..."

Du Huo looked at the tribesmen in the corner discussing lewd topics with a black line on his face.

"Damn, we were just reminiscing about the good life, chatting and chatting, and we went off track—these guys are really unreliable."

Although he said that, his high, upright ears twitched, catching every word the tribesmen said.

While listening, he nodded in agreement from time to time, occasionally flashing a rather lewd smile.

In a corner outside the cave, the Flying Eagle Tribe chief gave a black‑line look to his own shaman, who wore the same expression.

"The earlier topic was still fairly normal, but later it really went off the rails."

"Chief, are the females of the Snow Tiger Tribe really that good?"

Upon hearing that, the Flying Eagle Tribe chief thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "They look clean, their figures aren't bad, their little faces... Awooo!!!"

Before he could finish, a sharp pain struck the back of his head; the Flying Eagle Tribe chief turned angrily to see his partner standing there with a grim face, gripping a thick wooden stick.

"Is it really that good-looking?"

That voice sounded as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth, and he was putting in all his strength.

The Flying Eagle Shaman shuddered: "Haha... haha... well, I've never actually seen it; when the tribesmen ask, I just brag—don't believe me."

Seeing his partner's forehead sweating, looking guilty, the female snorted coldly, lifted the wooden stick, and swung: "I believe your ghost! We're all beastmen—do you still want to find another mate?"

"Your wings have gotten hard, huh?"

The Flying Eagle Tribe chief let out a loud "Awoo!", turned, and greeted his own shaman: "Shaman, I'm pulling out first."

Having said that, he flapped his wings and slipped out, all the while shouting back: "My wings are rock hard—every part of them is hard, you know."

Just as the Flying Eagle Shaman was about to mediate, hearing that, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

"Forget it; since this kid is so hard, what's there to worry about?"

After saying that, he gave the Flying Eagle Tribe chief a "good luck" extension, then leisurely departed.

That heartless little back view made the Flying Eagle chieftain's heart break.

At night, while having a meal, the bruised-faced Flying Eagle chieftain came grumbling to the shaman's cave.

"Chief, about what we heard at the cave entrance today, do you think it's true?"

The Flying Eagle shaman looked at the other's completely plump physique, feeling some schadenfreude but not showing it on his face: "Those Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk previously lived in the Snow Tiger Tribe during the heavy rain season; we don't know what their relationship with the Snow Tiger Tribe was."

But that Beastfolk's word "informing" I cannot help but pay attention to.

"Informing..."

The Flying Eagle chieftain muttered: "If that's the case, then they must have sneaked in themselves."

The Flying Eagle shaman sneered: "Wouldn't we know if we just sent them to the Snow Tiger Tribe?"

After saying that, he looked at the Flying Eagle chieftain sitting opposite: "You've become completely plump all around, so just stay in the tribe and keep watch."

"Flying Eagle chieftain:..."

Don't think I can't hear; you're mocking me.

The Flying Eagle shaman chuckled: "Even if I mock you, what can you do about it?"

Come hit me!

The next day, the Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk who again received the Ye Cai Zi treatment finally welcomed the dawn's light.

"Come out, today we set off for the Snow Tiger Tribe."

The guard Beastman Warrior said, then waved and threw a large leaf bundle at them: "These are your food."

The hot-tempered Beastfolk stood up and opened the leaf bundle; inside were several dry Ye Cai Zi, obviously leftovers from yesterday.

"Dare you give us fresh food to eat? The food now should be abundant."

The guard Beastfolk looked at this messy-haired Beastfolk and snorted coldly: "I dare not."

Having said that, he turned and continued walking forward.

"Hot-tempered Beastfolk:..."

You're awesome...

Moments later, in the sky above the Polar Forest, a squad of Flying Eagle Tribe Beastfolk flew past, their claws still holding a few Beastman Warriors weeping in the wind.

"I say, can't you be gentler? My skin's been scratched raw!"

The hot-tempered Beastfolk chattered away, but the Flying Eagle Tribe Beastman Warrior above heard nothing.

Um... the wind's too strong, it blew into my ears.

The weeping-in-the-wind hot-tempered Beastfolk glumly looked at the eagle claw hooked onto his butt, feeling beast life is too hard.

Moreover, the Flying Eagle Tribe Beastfolk's claws are so long that if they accidentally stretch, he involuntarily tightens his anus, the consequences too wonderful to imagine.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger Tribe, because Wu Yue had entertained several bigwigs with salted meat a few days ago, the reputation of salted meat instantly spread.

The females of the tribe all came to ask for the method of curing salted meat.

"The weather is still too hot now, unsuitable for curing salted meat; besides, the food storage cave is so small it can't hold much. When the weather is suitable, I'll teach everyone uniformly."

The tribe members were somewhat disappointed, but knowing they could cure it when the weather was suitable, their spirits lifted again.

Because Wu Yue mentioned the things needed to prepare cured salted meat, the brick kiln became busy again.

"Shaman Wu Yue, do you think these large vats are enough?"

Changye led the slaves carrying over ten large vats to Wu Yue's courtyard.

What surprised Wu Yue was that these vats' appearance was far better than the two earlier prototypes.

"Did you make all these?"

She couldn't help but look at Changye in surprise; this male is truly a talent.

Changye scratched his head embarrassedly: "There are a few slaves with deft hands, so I passed on the method of making vat blanks to them; I didn't expect theirs to turn out so much better than mine."

Seeing Wu Yue pleased, Changye couldn't help but grin.

He waved at the slaves standing behind with sledgehammers, and a few slaves timidly stepped out.

"Shaman Wu Yue, it's these few; they're deft, and the vats they make rarely break."

Wu Yue heard, looked up at the few slaves, somewhat unfamiliar: "Are you those from the trade fair?"

They hurriedly prostrated and kowtowed: "Shaman Wu Yue, it's us."

These slaves are newcomers, naturally they hold immense reverence and fear for the shaman; Wu Yue sighed inwardly: "Get up; from now on follow Changye and work hard; as long as you contribute to the tribe, you'll be able to live well."

The slaves respectfully nodded.

"Yue."

Yuan Lang's voice sounded at the doorway; Wu Yue tilted her head to look, and saw the Beastfolk standing tall there.

She turned her head to Changye: "You guys go down; I don't need the vats for now, but the tribe still needs them, so gather some food and help them make vat blanks."

Changye respectfully agreed and led the slaves back.

As he passed by Yuan Lang's side at the doorway, he also gave a respectful salute.

Wu Yue watched the approaching Beastman Warrior: "Are you leaving?"

"Hmm."

Yuan Lang nodded: "We'll leave tomorrow; this time we need to test, it's not just any fierce beast caught in hunting that will do, so we need more time."

Wu Yue pursed her lips, turned and walked toward her herb-preparing room.

Seeing the Beastfolk still standing there, she beckoned: "Come get it yourself; there's too much, I can't carry it."

Yuan Lang walked over, amused: "It's just some medicinal powder and pills; how heavy could it be..."

The Beastfolk's remaining words died upon seeing the three large bamboo baskets of stuff inside the room.

His Adam's apple rolled in disbelief: "So much!"

If he weren't a member of this expedition into the deep forest, someone seeing this much medicine would think they're going out for years.

It's rare to see the Beastfolk looking so dumbstruck; Wu Yue scratched her head embarrassedly: "I originally thought you'd be heading out into danger this time, so I wanted to prepare more, but ended up preparing too much."

You also don't know how to use herbs, so you might as well bring them.

Yuan Lang nodded helplessly: "Thank you, Shaman Yue."

Wu Yue rolled her eyes: "Cut the act."

"This time when you go out, be careful; many small and medium tribes have already reported that the dangerous beasts' activity range has expanded once again, and they are now roaming the hunting grounds."

Yuan Lang nodded: "It seems the scale of our hunting of dangerous beasts will have to increase; these years we've hunted few dangerous beasts, so the number of these guys has become very many."

If this continues, even the deep forest may soon not be enough for their activities; sooner or later they will enter the forest where we live.

Wu Yue also worried about this: "Still, be careful; if there's any danger, return to the tribe quickly."

The Beastfolk nodded: "Are you worried about me?"

Yuan Lang looked at the petite female before him with bright eyes, his heart softening.

Look, although she always pretends to dislike me on the surface, she's actually honest deep down—she clearly likes me but won't admit it, truly a hypocritical little female.

Thinking this, Yuan Lang inexplicably felt a little smug.

Come on, he used to be a handsome general beloved by many, making countless women swoon; how could the little girl before him possibly not be attracted to him?

"What are you daydreaming about again, smiling so dreamily?"

The Beastfolk's smug look in his eyes was utterly unhidden...

Yuan Lang gazed at her with deep eyes: "I'm thinking of you."

Wu Yue: "..."

What's with this sudden flirtatious aura coming at me?

Your sudden flirtation gave my waist a sprain..

"Then thank you..."

Looking at the little female's eyes full of disdain, Yuan Lang suddenly leaned in: "Are you disgusted with me?"

His sharp, handsome face suddenly drew near; the Beastfolk's scorching breath blew onto her cheek, causing Wu Yue's face to suddenly flush.

Moreover, the Beastfolk's scorching gaze stared straight into the depths of her eyes, making Wu Yue somewhat flustered.

Watching the little female's cheeks and ear tips gradually flush red, the Beastfolk's low chuckle sounded: "Yue, are you shy?"

Wu Yue's inner imp stirred, and she really wanted to give this Beastfolk an 'ah-da~' kick, seeing through but not saying it!

"You have bad breath!"

That's what 'speaking without filter' amounts to!

Realizing what she had just said, Wu Yue cautiously lifted her head to look.

As expected, that handsome face just moments ago was now completely dark.