Chapter 423

Her voice was full of hatred, and it was very clear before the quiet mountain cave at this moment.

Thinking of the suffering they had caused her before, waves of hatred surged in her heart, impossible to suppress.

Shaman Sir, these people are Beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe; they are definitely not the clanspeople the Huaxia shaman is looking for—you've been deceived by them.

As soon as the Rock Salt Witch Maiden's words fell, the surrounding super tribe Beastfolk instantly surrounded Yuan Lang and his companions.

Because of the Rock Salt Witch Maiden's earlier reminder, the Healing Shaman's face was still somewhat awkward.

I never expected that you Beastfolk would dare to deceive me.

His voice was indifferent, with no obvious emotional fluctuation, yet Yuan Lang secretly hid the injured clanspeople behind himself.

We are indeed clanspeople of the Huaxia tribe.

His voice was low and feminine, calm and resolute, causing the inwardly angry Healing Shaman to narrow his eyes.

You've already been recognized; do you still want to lie?

Yuan Lang rose, his tall and slender posture straight and sturdy: "We are originally Huaxia tribe clanspeople; I swore to the Beastman Sir that this is true, I just don't know what the Shaman Sir wants with us."

What is it?

The Rock Salt Witch Maiden's shrill, gloomy voice suddenly rang out: "Yuan Lang, have you forgotten how you once led Beastfolk to surround and kill me?"

She looked frenzied at the strapping Beastfolk before her, her heart full of hatred, also with a hint of unwillingness.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes then glanced at her as if bestowing alms, the curve of his lips full of mockery.

Surround and kill you?

His low, feminine voice was full of mockery: "I also want to ask you—why would we surround and kill you?"

The Rock Salt Witch Maiden's face stiffened, as if struck by something she didn't want to mention, leaving her speechless for a moment.

The Healing Shaman glanced at her disdainfully: "We're not looking for you because of her."

He extended one arm in front of Yuan Lang, his open palm holding a ferocious beast crystal core.

You should know what this is, right?

Yuan Lang gave a low laugh: "Naturally I know, so Shaman Sir, you want the crystal cores we obtained from this hunt?"

His face bore a faint smile, but his heart suddenly felt a very bad premonition.

If these people could freely come and go in the deep forest, it would be fine, but it seems they clearly don't know the forest's entry and exit routes.

Moreover...

A hint of danger flashed in his eyes, but quickly hid.

The Healing Shaman's indifferent face showed a hint of deep meaning: "Before this, can you tell me where your tribe's clanspeople have gone?"

Yuan Lang's eyes suddenly deepened: "What are you saying?"

His eyes were full of gloomy mist, making it hard to discern his emotions at a glance.

Merely his voice was a little hoarse, as if suppressing something.

The Healing Shaman's eyes narrowed slightly; in that instant, he felt a strong dangerous aura from the Beastfolk opposite.

But it was soon suppressed.

After entering the Polar Forest, we first sent Eagle Beastfolk to scout the four great tribes, only to find that their settlements were already devoid of people.

He put away the crystal core in his hand and threw it to the Beastman Warrior behind him: "You won't tell me you don't know, will you?"

Yuan Lang heard this and felt relieved inside, but his expression showed nothing; instead, it grew more sinister, his eyes gloomy as he looked at the Healing Shaman opposite: "Our tribe's stone houses have just been built, and we promised the other three tribes we would help them build stone houses; our clanspeople wouldn't just abandon the settlement they painstakingly built."

As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly blood-red: "What have you done?"

Teng Qian and the others behind heard this, their hearts greatly startled: "Could it be that this tribe still has many clanspeople outside?"

Aside from the two injured, unconscious Beastfolk, the others all stood up, killing intent permeating their bodies, their aura imposing.

The Beastfolk envoy captain hurried forward to shield the Healing Shaman behind him.

Healing Shaman frowned at Yuan Lang and his group: "We only came with these people; the Eagle Beastfolk went to scout and reported that your several tribes' settlements were already empty."

We didn't find any of your four great tribes' clanspeople to guide us, so we turned to the Scorpion Tribe Beastfolk.

It seems these Beastfolk don't know that their tribe is already devoid of people.

The doubts in his heart were also put to rest.

He raised his hand and patted the Beastfolk envoy captain before him, stepped forward a few steps, and looked at Yuan Lang: "Our goal is these ferocious beast crystal cores, but we aren't very clear about the situation in this deep forest, so we need your help."

Since your tribe has disappeared, from now on you will be clanspeople of our Kumá tribe.

A hint of arrogance flashed in the Healing Shaman's eyes; before the super tribe, these so-called great tribes are nothing at all.

These Beastfolk becoming members of the super tribe must be extremely excited.

But what disappointed him was that the Beastfolk opposite had icy expressions, as if they cared nothing for his words.

Yuan Lang snorted inwardly; the shaman who calls himself of the Kumá tribe is really playing both sides, clearly wanting to use them to hunt ferocious beast crystal cores, yet putting on an act of taking them in.

Do they really think he's an iron clueless fool?

"Thank you, Shaman Sir, for your care, but we don't need to join your tribe; we still want to go back and look for our former clanspeople."

The faint smile on the Healing Shaman's face instantly turned grim; he seemed somewhat vexed as he rubbed his forehead: "How is it that these little tribes just won't listen?"

He slowly stepped back; since speaking nicely didn't work, he'd resort to harsh means.

He waved the hand behind his back, and the Gu Witch and Poison Witch walked forward with sinister smiles.

On the Gu Witch's finger clung a round-looking worm, obediently resting on his fingertip.

The Poison Witch silently stepped back a bit: "You go first."

Although he too is an offensive shaman, seeing such a worm, he really doesn't want to get close.

Having said that, he retreated a few steps again, looking rather like the Gu Witch's lackey.

The Gu Witch looked back at the Healing Shaman, seeing his indifferent expression, his own face grew even more gloomy.

He laughed "ge ge" and released the little gu worm from his fingertip.

In the next moment, the tribespeople behind Yuan Lang let out a series of muffled groans, sweat dripping from their foreheads like rain, clearly in extreme pain.

Only Yuan Lang stood tall and straight at the front, his face so grim it seemed water could drip from it.

He slowly lifted his eyes: "Shaman Sir, what do you mean? Are you trying to control us?"

The poison shaman cackled coldly: "The healing shaman is kind-hearted, but I'm not. So, do you want to join our super tribe, or shall I let these beastfolk meet the beast god?"

"Their life or death rests entirely in your hands."

The muffled groans behind him grew louder, and Yuan Lang whispered, "Let me consult with my people first—let's remove their poison worms."

The poison shaman gave a sinister smile: "Since you'll discuss it later, then there's no need to bother."

He pulled a bone whistle from his neck and blew it; the Teng Qian group, who had just been in agony, instantly felt as if they'd been rescued from a mountain of blades.

"You have only a little time, my patience isn't good."

The poison shaman's voice was sinister, sounding like a bone‑piercing poison, making people shudder.

"When has your patience ever been good?"

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out in the deep forest; no one knew where the speaker was, and the voice seemed to come from all directions.

Immediately, before the super tribe's people could see clearly, a thick white smoke rose at the cave mouth.

It carried a strong, pungent smell that made everyone's eyes stream, and chaos erupted before the cave.

When the white mist cleared, everyone looked again—not to mention the two heavily wounded beastman warriors, even the grass before them had been scraped bare.

Meanwhile, the pitch‑black beastfolk who had just been surrounded by them had already been moved to a grassy spot a hundred meters away.

Standing before them was….

"Huaxia shaman."

The healing shaman narrowed his eyes and instantly recognized the female shaman holding a staff, riding on a fierce beast.

Isn't this the Huaxia shaman who said earlier she'd go deep into the forest to find her people?

"You said you'd take us out, but I never expected you'd treat my people like this."

Wu Yue's voice remained consistently cold, but the super tribe's people who had seen her noticed her eyes had grown even colder.

"Don't lie to us, Huaxia shaman—these beastfolk are from the Snow Tiger Tribe of the Polar Forest, and we've actually seen them here."

The healing shaman's face also looked somewhat unpleasant.

The Huaxia shaman's status is noble; they can't just take her back. Now, after finally finding some local tribespeople from the Polar Forest, this shaman suddenly steps forward to block them.

What exactly does she intend to do?

Wu Yue quickly exchanged several items in the system shop.

She raised her staff high; a wave of shamanic light swept over, causing the beastman warriors except Yuan Lang to tremble, and several translucent flesh‑worms detached from their bodies, floating before her.

Looking at the poison worms he had painstakingly cultivated, the poison shaman's face was beyond ugly.

The healing shaman naturally knew how important these poison worms were to the poison shaman: "Those two beastman warriors are badly wounded; I'm treating them—could the Huaxia shaman return the worms to us?"

Wu Yue gave a light laugh, and her staff again showered a soft light, enveloping the two beastfolk who had fallen unconscious.

Their originally black‑purple complexion returned to normal at a visible speed, and even their wounds began to heal quickly.

"This little matter needn't trouble the shaman—I can handle it myself."

Smiling on the surface, but inside thinking "fuck your mother."

Wu Yue felt so distressed she was about to faint; pretending to be cool feels great for a moment, but keep pretending and you'll end up in the crematorium.

The two pretentious items just used cost a lot of points; who knows how many precious herbs we'd need to gather to buy them back.

She furtively glanced at the two beastfolk, committing their appearances to memory.

Well, once this is over, I'll have them gather more herbs to make up my points.

Wu Yue's series of movements flowed without pause, smoothly healing the beastfolk who had been poisoned and were on the verge of meeting the beast god.

Hearing the two beastfolk's snores as they slept soundly, the area fell instantly silent.

The healing shaman's hand at his side clenched into a fist, and he felt waves of dizziness before his eyes.

Detoxify, heal.

And it can be done in such a short time…

He felt his throat extremely dry.

Even the shaman most valued by the great shaman in the tribe couldn't do this—does that mean this Huaxia shaman's power is already comparable to a great shaman?

The Rock Salt shamaness, having stepped forward to speak earlier, was standing very close to the healing shaman.

So she clearly saw the fine beads of sweat on the forehead of that shaman sir who was greatly respected by everyone; her heart gave a jolt, and a bad premonition arose from within.

"The deep polar forest belongs to our Huaxia tribe; I saw only a few of you come here to hunt, so I didn't say anything."

"but now it looks like your tribe wants to seize this piece of the polar forest from our Huaxia tribe's hands, right?"

The female's voice, usually cold, now carried a tone of point‑based authority.

She planted her staff into the ground, and the land suddenly trembled.

Her watery eyes, no longer their usual cool, said: "So, is the Kuma tribe declaring war on our Huaxia tribe?"

The healing shaman came to his senses, struggling to suppress his fear: "As for the polar forest, we've only heard about it; we came this time to consult with the four great tribes, hoping to hunt in this deep forest."

I'm sure you, Shaman Sir, also know how important the crystal core is to beastfolk.

"Consult? But I see your previous actions show no intention to consult."

If she hadn't arrived in time, those super tribe beastfolk wouldn't know what they'd do to Yuan Lang and Teng Qian and the others.

Hearing this, the healing shaman's eyes shifted slightly to look at the Rock Salt shamaness beside him.

He kicked her in the waist: "We didn't know the polar forest was under the protection of a super tribe; all this was said by this Rock Salt tribe's shamaness."

Although we know she has a grudge against the Snow Tiger Tribe, the crystal core is vital for beastman warrior upgrades, so we made this trip.

The Rock Salt shamaness thus stumbled and fell to the ground in disgrace, the pain in her waist twisting her expression.

Her body trembled; she simply didn't dare to raise her head, and that earlier bad feeling turned out to be true.

Wu Yue glanced coldly at the rock salt shamaness: "You handle your own affairs."

Having said that, she simply turned her back and ignored them.

Yuan Lang's body was still covered in mud that hadn't been washed off; ever since the little female appeared, his gaze had never left her.

His scorching gaze seemed to want to pierce through that slender, familiar figure before him.

"Yue."

The Beastfolk's lips quivered; he had thousands of words he wanted to say to her, but after churning in his belly for a long time, he merely let out a single word with a sigh.

Watching his sorry state, Wu Yue felt a heat at the corners of her eyes, and the Beastfolk's figure instantly blurred.

"How could you be in such a sorry state."