Chapter 425

When the neatly dressed beastman warriors put on this dashing outfit, not only did the super tribe members before the cave feel a sour envy, but even Yuan Lang and his companions themselves, feeling the comfortable 'clothing' on their bodies, loved it immensely.

At that moment, their gaze toward Wu Yue became even more fiery.

Wu Yue put away the two animal skin mats, looked at the handsome, tall beastman warrior before her, found it pleasing to the eye, and her mood became even better.

But the next moment, thinking of the only two-digit points left on their system panel, they felt even their breathing hurt.

Putting on an act is really hard...

The treatment shaman's eyelids drooped; only after seeing Wu Yue's expression ease did he take a breath and, accompanied by the nearby beastman warriors, walk toward them.

"Shaman Sir."

His voice carried a hint of obedience and awe, with no trace of the previous arrogance and haughtiness.

Especially upon entering and seeing the clothes of this group of Snow Tiger tribe beastman warriors, he wished he could strip off the robes he had always been proud of and hide them away.

Without comparison, there is no harm; at this point, he would rather run naked... forget it... he would rather wear animal skins than endure such a stark contrast.

"We too were deceived by that witch of the Rock Salt tribe, and we didn't know this forest belonged to the Huaxia tribe; please forgive us."

Since leaving the tribe, the treatment shaman has never been this humble; his magic level is the strongest among the four shamans, and his shaman status gives him a remarkably exalted position in this group.

But all of this was before encountering this Huaxia shaman before them.

"That Rock Salt tribe witch has already been taken away by us for disposal; daring to be rude to the Shaman Sir, this is also the fate she deserves."

He bowed his body slightly, completely lacking the lofty feeling he once had on the Chiyan Plains.

Wu Yue blinked, then glanced over the super tribe—indeed, there was no trace of the Rock Salt witch anymore.

She gave a cold nod: "Hmm."

Seeing the grand shaman's unusually cold attitude, the treatment shaman's heart sank; surely those earlier matters had angered this grand shaman.

He glanced enviously at the neatly ranked Snow Tiger tribe beastman warriors.

Although it's just a remote tribe, after being favored by the super tribe, their attire is even better than that of their own tribe's grand shaman.

The treatment shaman felt a sour ache in his heart.

"I see the beastman warriors of the Ghost tribe have also worked hard along the way; we've hunted plenty of food today and would like to invite the Shaman Sir and your people to share a meal."

As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at the stern-faced female grand shaman before him.

This grand shaman looks very young, but as they cultivate shamanic power and beast god power, with increasing level, their appearance remains at its peak.

Thus, although this grand shaman appears as youthful as a newly adult female, they might actually be much older than oneself.

Yuan Lang and his companions had been focused solely on rushing, naturally having no time to fill their stomachs; now, upon hearing about food, they couldn't help but salivate, and anyone who could hold it in would surely not show it.

But each of their stomachs couldn't help but start growling one after another.

The stomachs of the surrounding tribespeople were all growling; Yuan Lang strained to tighten his abdomen—at times like this, one must bear the bearing of a leader.

Anyone's stomach can growl, but mine absolutely cannot.

gurgle... gurgle...

But the next moment, a sound louder than anyone else's nearby burst forth from his taut abdomen.

Teng Qian blinked, then slung an arm over his boss's shoulder and let out a 'heeheehee' laugh.

The sound was truly too loud, causing Wu Yue to involuntarily turn her head.

But her gaze locked onto Teng Qian leaning against Yuan Lang: "Teng Qian, how long have you been hungry for your stomach to growl like this?"

Teng Qian's stifled laugh caught in his throat; he pointed a finger at himself: "Me?"

Yuan Lang's deep eyes flashed; he slapped a hand over Teng Qian's face, cutting off his unfinished words: "Cough... Teng Qian can't help being hungry."

Teng Qian: "..."

I'm not, I didn't, I'm not!

But no matter how he struggled with his muffled noises, he could never escape from his boss's demonic grasp.

In the end, all he could do was look at his boss with an accusatory face, wondering if anyone had ever said, "Boss, you're really a dog."

Yuan Lang glanced at him with an indifferent expression, then, thoroughly disgusted, released the hand covering Teng Qian's face.

Then, noticing the dampness on his palm, he wrinkled his handsome face, gave a little twitch, and rubbed his hand on Teng Qian's clothing.

"How old are you, still drooling?"

Teng Qian: "..."

Damn it!

With free food available, Wu Yue naturally wouldn't refuse; hunting in this dangerous forest is certainly no easy task.

However, the Snow Tiger tribe members are used to eating cooked food, so they naturally gathered some dry wood, lit a fire, and because the aroma of roasted meat was too strong, they could only choose to bury the food beneath the fire to simmer.

The treatment shaman's expression wasn't good; he inwardly despised the beastmen's wasteful food behavior, but seeing the aloof grand shaman beside him, his anger seemed like a punctured spiky beast, letting out a 'pfft' and deflating.

"Shaman Sir, as a tribe's shaman, how could you come alone to such a dangerous place?"

In the super tribe, the grand shamans are stationed to guard the tribe; that is a tribe's faith, and they would not lightly leave the tribe.

Wu Yue took a fruit from her back basket and bit into it: "There's an elder shaman stationed in the tribe; I'm merely out to inspect these lands beneath the tribe."

The treatment shaman and the other three shamans felt their heads buzz, as if something heavy had struck their brains.

The Huaxia tribe actually... actually has two grand shamans?

Thinking of their previous series of reckless actions, their complexion now isn't just ugly—it's practically as pale as a private individual's.

Just feeling awesome, incapable of doing anything right, top troublemaker.

Although sitting with several shamans, trust between people is minimal, so Wu Yue naturally stays constantly vigilant of these super tribe members.

Thus, the changes in the faces of those four shamans were naturally seen by her.

Could these super tribe shamans possibly be suffering from some serious illness?

Which tribe doesn't have one or two shamans? Why put on such a look as if the sky were falling?

The healing shaman had done a long time of mental preparation before finally regaining his/her voice, swallowed some saliva, voice still a bit hoarse, cautiously asked: "Are the shamans in your tribe as powerful as you?"

Wu Yue blinked in surprise. Impressive?

【62> She immediately thought of how she had earlier used system points to show off, and her heartache-filled face became even uglier.

Thinking back to how she'd used system points to show off, her pained expression grew even uglier.

"I am the least capable; some tribes have shamans numbering more than five."

Doesn't your tribe already have four?

The four healing shamans' faces were already ashen, and this made Wu Yue, who had been constantly watching them, jump in fright.

Good grief, if it grew any more hair, she'd think it was a zombie... the green-haired kind...

The healing shamans almost wanted to cry; their tribe believed the grand shaman was already the supreme existence of the mountain range, although their own grand shaman...

But just stepping out, running into any tribe at random, they have more than five grand shamans—what kind of divine tribe is this?

Their faces were grim, but their gazes toward her and Yuan Lang no longer carried any arrogance, instead faintly tinged with fear.

Although Wu Yue was bewildered, she naturally welcomed this situation, indicating that the pretentiousness she'd bought with points earlier hadn't been for nothing.

Although the stewed food was fragrant, each bite filled with wood ash made Wu Yue feel as if her whole mouth's gaps were stuffed with mortar.

Having already displayed her divine powers, Wu Yue saw no need to keep hiding; she directly exchanged for a large tent, the kind that pops open with a press.

Don't ask why she only exchanged for one; Wu Yue silently wiped her face.

Points need to be spent sparingly.

Tears silently streaming, Wu Yue curled into her small tent, whimpering; she also wanted to live in that deluxe tent.

She picked at her toenail, sighing; better to earn more points—that's the right way.

What is the most sorrowful thing in life?

While alive, the points are gone...

Although the deep forest that night still saw several fierce beast attacks, being in the intermediate beast activity zone, the super tribe's patrolling beastfolk easily dealt with them.

Compared to the Snow Tiger Tribe members sleeping soundly within Wu Yue's protective barrier, the super tribe, aside from its patrolling beastman warriors, all gathered in the cave.

For the beastman warriors and a few shamans, the pitch-black cave made no difference from daytime.

"Remember what I just said: don't provoke the Huaxia tribe's people for no reason; even if they do something, you must endure it."

The healing shaman looked solemnly at the tribespeople seated in the cave: "You've also seen..."

He swallowed, his voice tinged with a hint of fear: "That Huaxia shaman is beyond what we four can oppose; she is a grand shaman."

The beastfolk sat silently against the wall, naturally knowing that those who could enter the selection squad were naturally the tribe's outstanding members.

The abilities displayed by the tribe's grand shaman during rituals, they had also witnessed; that kind of witchcraft that conjures things out of thin air can only be cultivated by a grand shaman.

And in their tribe, only one person could do that.

"Damn the Salt Rock Tribe's shamaness; it's all because of her that we nearly offended an existence we cannot afford to provoke."

The beastfolk envoy captain, recalling the Salt Rock Tribe shamaness who once shared a grass hut with him, still felt a trace of affection, yet his chest was filled with hatred and hostility.

Thinking that his leadership had almost provoked an existence their tribe could not afford to anger, his body, filled with rage, suddenly stiffened, and a chill ran down his back.

Wu Yue lay spread-eagle in her tent here, yet a black shadow silently slipped through the magical protective barrier she had set up and entered the tent.

A black, tendril-like thing slowly coiled around her neck, feeling icy cold.

As Wu Yue dreamed blissfully, a chill on her neck triggered a sudden sense of danger, making her hairs stand on end and she snapped her eyes open.

Her dark pupils met a pair of scarlet ones: "Holy shit!"

"Did you get pinkeye?"

Wu Yue wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, shook the now-black poisonous snake that Tongzi had transformed into, and said: "Where are the beast tendons you were supposed to collect? You didn't embezzle them, did you?"

Tongzi's scarlet little eyes were about to well up with tears of injustice: "Is this how you treat a loyal Tongzi who works wholeheartedly for you?"

Just to gather beast tendons for you, their watery eyes have become red from strain.

Faced with those scarlet eyes, Wu Yue guiltily rubbed her nose, furtively opened the system shop, searched for eye drops, and exchanged for the cheapest kind.

"How could I possibly not care for you?!"

Taking out that bottle of cheap eye drops from her space, she said: "See? I've exchanged the eye drops for you."

Tongzi glanced at the eye drops in her host's hand; the emotion flickering in its scarlet eyes was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water.

"You damn host, if you'd at least exchanged me an intermediate eye drop, I wouldn't feel this ultimately misplaced affection."

Wu Yue heard this and gave a dry laugh twice: "Lately I've been showing off too much; my points aren't many, and..."

She seriously flipped Tongzi's eyelids: "I think it's just fatigue; a drop of the system's medicine and a night's sleep will be fine."

After a brief argument between her and Tongzi, it ended, as always, with Tongzi's defeat.

The deep forest at dawn, after a night of slaughter and hunt, finally grew quiet.

The Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors, mentally high-strung, slept until the super tribe's beastfolk returned from hunting, only then rising refreshed.

"I finally feel alive again."

Such abundant mental strength is something I haven't felt in a long time.

Having packed up her small tent, she was about to go wake her kin, but saw a few super tribe beastfolk who had gone out hunting carrying game and...

A few beastman warriors ran back.

"Shaman Sir, we've found them."

The beastfolk shouted loudly, their voices tinged with anxiety.

The four shamans hurried out of the cave, examined them, and then shook their heads with solemn faces.

Wu Yue stepped out of the protective barrier, gazed at the beastfolk lying lifeless on the ground, and her pupils constricted slightly.

These few beastfolk...

"Their bodies contain gu worms..."

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out, and all the super tribe members turned their heads toward the gu shaman.

"Did you see that Salt Rock Tribe shamaness?"

Beastman Warriors shook their heads: "There are only the silhouettes of two tribespeople; we didn't see the Rock Salt Shamaness."

The Envoy Beastfolk Captain seemed to think of something, his face turning ashen: "That Beastfolk of the Rock Salt Tribe is also gone."

Therefore, the Rock Salt Shamaness was not killed at all; instead, she used gu insects to plot against two Super Tribe Beastfolk Warriors, and was rescued by that Rock Salt Tribe Beastfolk.

Wu Yue furrowed her brows: "This Rock Salt Shamaness really has a charmed life."

The Healing Shaman stood up and looked toward Wu Yue: "Shaman Sir, can we depart after finishing the food?"

Wu Yue glanced at him: "Of course."