Chapter 424: Grand Shaman

Because Beastman Warriors from the Super Tribe were still behind, Wu Yue's voice remained as cold as ever, but the moisture that briefly filled her eyes was still noticed by the few Beastmen before her.

Teng Qian opened his mouth to say something, but Yuan Lang waved his arm to stop him.

He deeply glanced at the little female riding the ferocious beast's back, the one he constantly thought of, then lowered his eyes.

His low, hoarse voice took on a note of respect: "Shaman, although we found some Unicorn Flood Beast sinew in the area where mid-level ferocious beasts live, while tracking the Unicorn Flood Beast we discovered the trail of its leader."

Higher-level Unicorn Flood Beasts live in the area between the mid- and high-level ferocious beasts' activity zones, so we ventured in there.

We wasted time and bothered you to come find us; please punish us,

After Teng Qian and the others stared blankly for a moment, they unconsciously glanced at the Super Tribe people not far away, and then they had a plan in mind.

Each lowered their heads, looking as if they had done wrong and were ready to accept punishment.

Amused by their act, Wu Yue's lips curled into a brilliant smile; since she had her back to the Super Tribe group, only Yuan Lang and the others saw it.

Yuan Lang's deep black eyes narrowed; the little female's smile was too dazzling, blazing to the eyes as if staring directly at the sun.

But that brilliant smile lasted only an instant, and Wu Yue withdrew her expression the next second.

She then looked at them with disdain: "Go wash off the mud on your bodies; it's filthy."

Her tone was full of disdain.

Yuan Lang raised his brows at the little female who clearly showed concern yet spoke with disdain, his heart stirred, and he unconsciously glanced at the Super Tribe people before the cave.

It seems that during their absence, many things have happened.

After bowing respectfully, he led the unclean tribespeople to the river.

Wu Yue patted the Cloud-Stepping Beast beneath her, and the Super Tribe people watching this side saw that the ferocious beast under the Huaxia Shaman actually lay down.

Wu Yue descended from the Cloud-Stepping Beast's back, took two animal-skin mats from its rear basket, spread them on the ground, and sat down.

Then, to everyone's surprise, she closed her eyes.

At this moment, the Healing Shaman's gaze lost its usual indifference, looking upon the kneeling Rock Salt Shamaness with a sinister look.

So you actually have no idea about the situation in the Polar Forest; you merely used the Crystal Core matter to lure us over because the Snow Tiger Tribe's Beastfolk besieged you.

His voice was very gentle, but when it reached the Rock Salt Shamaness's ears it was full of gloom.

Her sturdier body trembled; under the Healing Shaman's mighty pressure she tried to clench her teeth, but could only make a "clack-clack-clack" sound as her teeth struck each other.

"It's my fault; I shouldn't have had those bad ideas. We've gotten along with the Polar Forest for so many years, and we never knew they were under the protection of the Super Tribe... ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, the Envoy Beastman Captain kicked her out.

The Envoy Beastman Captain's lingering fear was no less than the Rock Salt Shamaness's.

Because he had heard about the Crystal Core from the Rock Salt Shamaness, and he was the one who arranged for coming to the Polar Forest.

The Healing Shaman's recent questioning also made him think of something.

The fact that the Chiyan Pingyuan belongs to their Kuma Tribe is unknown to other tribes, and even the other small and medium tribes on the Chiyan Pingyuan are unaware of it.

So this is still his failure.

Each year's envoy mission is reported by the accompanying shaman to the chief and the Grand Shaman; a performing leader not only can receive the tribe's rewards, but if lucky, may even obtain the Grand Shaman's blessing.

This is also the guarantee for these Beastfolk warriors to later vie for the chief's position, but now...

Thinking of this, his eyes' hatred shot like substance toward the Rock Salt Shamaness continually rolling and wailing on the ground.

He pushed all the blame onto her.

The Healing Shaman waved his hand: "Take her away to be dealt with."

Two Beastman Warriors stepped out, their faces grim as they dragged the Rock Salt Shamaness toward the deep forest.

"Drag her farther."

The Envoy Beastman Captain turned and gave a reminder; the two Beastman Warriors nodded respectfully and quickened their pace.

The Rock Salt Shamaness was dragged away with her mouth covered, and the cave mouth instantly fell into silence.

"Shaman Sir, that Huaxia Shaman..."

He licked his somewhat dry lips: "What exactly is so special about her that you are so wary of her?"

When the Envoy Beastman Captain finished speaking, aside from the four shamans, the other Beastman Warriors of the Super Tribe all pricked up their ears.

They also wanted to know why the Healing Shaman appeared to place great importance on that Huaxia Shaman.

The Healing Shaman glanced at the other three shamans beside him: "You also feel it, right?"

After the three shamans remained silent for a moment, they stiffly nodded: "Hmm."

"This Huaxia Shaman is probably more than just a shaman; judging by her previous methods, it's very likely... she is a... Grand Shaman..."

As he said the last two words, his voice sounded a bit dry; he was reluctant to admit it, but the fact forced them to acknowledge.

The Envoy Beastman Captain's eyes widened instantly, unable to believe it as he opened his mouth; he felt his head spin, and his tall, sturdy body unconsciously staggered back a few steps.

Grand Shaman...

He stiffly turned his head to look at the Huaxia Shaman sitting with eyes closed, resting on the animal-skin mat.

Grand Shaman... that is an existence in their hearts comparable to the Beast God.

He actually provoked such a terrifying existence?

"Shaman Sir, what should we do?"

No wonder he panicked; if it were merely a shaman, he wouldn't be this way, but it's a Grand Shaman—he feels as if he's standing in a sky full of wind and snow, his whole body chilled.

"What do we do? This Grand Shaman doesn't seem to be making things difficult for us, so let's just pretend we don't know, but our Crystal Core hunting probably can't continue."

He let out a deep sigh; the ferocious beast's Crystal Core is truly vital to the Beastfolk.

Their tribe's Beastman Warriors, under the guidance of the Rock Salt Tribe's Beastman Warriors, had upgraded using Crystal Cores; although their bodies felt some swelling, compared to the Shaman Medicine upgrades that could cost their lives at any moment, it was far safer.

Although he is only a shaman, since it concerns the tribe's overall strength, if he could obtain the Crystal Core, he would not want to give it up.

"Directly coming to hunt won't work; the Super Tribe garrisoned by a Grand Shaman is not something we can provoke at will. Let's discuss later to see if we can exchange."

The Healing Shaman mused.

Seeing the healing shaman not blaming himself, the messenger beastman captain, besides feeling frightened, actually felt a spark of ambition arise in his heart.

"Shaman Sir, both our tribes have great shamans, why should we fear them? At worst we split this polar deep forest, each tribe taking half—wouldn't that be better?"

The healing shaman looked at him with a grim face: "Just shut up quickly."

After the scolding, however, he kept a grim face and said nothing more.

Likewise, three other shamans also had grim faces.

These young beastman warriors don't know—could it be that those three still don't know either?

It's just that some things cannot be spoken aloud...

He sighed deeply, and his heart was suddenly filled with worries.

Yuan Lang and the others' mud on their bodies had already dried, tightly clinging to their skin.

Washing them all clean really took some effort, especially the mud in their hair.

It's rare that a small ray of sunlight shines onto this spot before the cave; Wu Yue sat on the animal skin mat, basking in the sunlight so comfortably she almost fell asleep.

Just then, footsteps gradually approached.

It not only woke Wu Yue, but also drew the gaze of the super-tribe's many people.

A group of white-haired beastman warriors, either stocky or tall and slender, came from the creek side toward here, and their looks were quite high, truly pleasing to the eye.

Sunlight fell on Wu Yue's eyelashes, a bit dazzling; Wu Yue's lips curled slightly.

She rose from the animal skin mat, lightly waved her shaman's staff, and as the light swept past, a large stack of camouflage-colored clothing appeared on another animal skin mat.

Teng Qian and the others' pupils constricted slightly.

Teng Qian's heart went "ground squirrel squeak"—man, that's awesome—could the shamans of this world actually be legendary cultivators?

If Wu Yue brought this trick back with them, and the dog emperor saw it, he would surely have to enshrine her as a state preceptor.

Not to mention Teng Qian and Teng Kun being shocked; even the other Snow Tiger Tribe beastman warriors had never seen such a trick—creating objects out of thin air.

The little companions were all stunned, right?

Feeling the shock of the companions beside him, Yuan Lang felt a bit smug inside.

On his angular, handsome face appeared a faint smile, his prominent chin slightly lifted.

Hehe... a bunch of commoners, you didn't know, did you?

Were you scared by this awesome trick of the little female?

This is the little female's divine ability; besides him and the little female, nobody knows.

Mysteriously proud!

Moreover, the super-tribe people who had been constantly watching the cave entrance were even more stunned by this sight.

With this trick, anyone who says this Huaxia shaman isn't a great shaman will have them to deal with!

The means of conjuring things out of thin air—they had seen it during their own great shaman's sacrifices, but never had they been this close before.

Seen up close, it's even more damn awe-inspiring.

The healing shaman and the others' faces had already turned faintly pale; thinking of how they had pretended to be cool before a great shaman, their faces felt painful.

"There are many poisonous insects in the deep forest; you all put on these clothes."

The beastfolk looked at the thing called "clothing" before them, exchanging glances—is this pile meant to be worn?

How to wear it?

The beastman warriors, aside from furs, are just furs; they've never seen this style of clothing, and for a moment they were all bewildered.

Wu Yue's lips curled slightly, and she beckoned Yuan Lang with a finger.

"Yuan Lang, come up; I'll teach you how to put it on first."

Although not from the same era, Yuan Lang at least has worn clothes before, so he should know how to do it better than these natives.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes held a rich smile; his gaze toward Wu Yue was like an aged brew, making one feel a bit dizzy.

Wu Yue, suddenly captivated by beauty, had a moment of absent-mindedness, then gave two dry coughs under the beastfolk's teasing gaze.

She stepped forward, picked up a set of clothing, and handed it to him: "Put it on; the topmost piece is... cough cough... underwear..."

Yuan Lang raised an eyebrow: "Underwear?"

His long, distinct-knuckled fingers lifted the topmost piece of fabric: "Underwear is... what?"

Wu Yue's face blushed slightly: "It's that..."

She thought for a moment; the ancients' closest-fitting garment seemed to be called "undergarment"?

Although not the same, knowing it's worn innermost is enough.

Yuan Lang's mouth twitched slightly; looking at the soft fabric in his hand, this thing is the undergarment...

"You know how to put it on, right?"

Wu Yue gave a dry laugh.

Inside, however, her heart bled; these clothes didn't cost her few points, and though she felt the pinch, she still had to pretend.

Yuan Lang handed the other clothes in his hand to the beastman warrior behind him, then lowered his head and put on the thing called underwear.

Fortunately, the animal skin skirt provided cover; otherwise, this esteemed general of a nation would have to publicly walk his bird.

"It's best to retract the animal skin skirt; otherwise wearing it would be uncomfortable."

The animal skin skirt on the beastfolk is formed from their own fur, retractable and extendable at will.

Feeling the tightness on his buttocks, Yuan Lang felt somewhat uncomfortable: "Put on the outer pants first, then retract it."

This underwear given by the little female is really too tight; if we retracted the animal skin skirt now, that would really...

Wu Yue blinked, then realized something, her face blushing slightly: "Then we'd better put on the outer pants."

This set of clothing is simple; the fabric is durable yet breathable and comfortable—no wonder it's from the system.

Yuan Lang pulled on the trousers, then retracted the animal skin skirt; looking at the open trousers, he felt a bit embarrassed: "No belt?"

Wu Yue chuckled lightly, walked up and pointed at the zipper: "Pull this up."

With a 'wu' sound, he fastened the buttons, and Yuan Lang actually felt his waist tighten—the waist that had felt a bit too large just now instantly conformed to his figure.

He put on a short-sleeve shirt, then an outer coat, tied a belt around his waist, and finally slipped on black boots.

The boot soles were soft yet durable and highly breathable and comfortable. Yuan Lang gazed deeply at the little female beside him: "Thank you for the shaman's gift."

The beastfolk's stature was naturally tall and slender; wearing this camouflage outfit now made him extraordinarily striking, exuding the aura of a restrained military officer.

While speaking words of thanks, his face remained solemn, yet his eyes were full of mirth.

After Wu Yue's lips curled slightly upward, they instantly fell, and she gave an indifferent nod.

"Go teach the other tribespeople to put on their clothes."

Having said that, he turned and sat back down on the animal-skin mat where he had just rested, closing his eyes and remaining silent.

Yuan Lang responded in a deep voice, ordering the beastman warriors to come and collect the clothes themselves.

Meanwhile, the super-tribe's people in front of the cave had long been shocked by the outfit Yuan Lang was wearing.

The Envoy Beastman Captain tugged at his "precious beyond compare" plain cloth, then looked at the beastman opposite who had just put on his clothes, and felt that the plain cloth that had previously made him proud beyond compare was only fit for wiping his butt.

How can the difference between people be so huge?

Not only the Envoy Beastman Captain, but the four shamans also looked grim; the plain cloth they had painstakingly saved up to show off was completely incomparable to what others wore—nothing could be more heartbreaking.