Chapter 455

Keep bouncing, and after the ban is lifted, notify everyone....

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Right then, his gaze at Wu Yue grew even more heated.

Wu Yue gathered the two animal-skin pads, eyed the impressively tall and handsome beastman warrior before her, found him pleasing to the eye, and her mood improved greatly.

But the next moment, seeing only three digits left on his system panel, he felt his breath catch painfully.

Putting on airs is really tough...

The Healing Shaman lowered his eyelids, and only when Wu Yue's expression eased did he sigh and, with the beastman warriors beside him, approach them.

"Shaman Sir."

His voice held a hint of obedience and awe, with none of his former arrogance and conceit left.

Especially upon entering and seeing the garments of the Snow Tiger Tribe beastman warriors, he wished he could tear off the linen clothes he wore, which he had always been proud of, and hide them.

Without comparison, there is no harm; at this point he'd rather run naked—forget that—he'd rather wear animal skins than face such a stark contrast.

"We were also tricked by the Shamaness of the Rock Salt Tribe and didn't realize this forest belongs to the Huaxia Tribe; please forgive us."

After leaving the tribe, the Healing Shaman had never been this humble; his shamanic power was the strongest of the four shamans, and his status as a shaman gave him a distinctly exalted position in the group.

But all of this was before he met the Huaxia Shaman standing before him.

"The Rock Salt Tribe's Shamaness has already been taken away for punishment; daring to disrespect the Shaman Sir, this is the fate she deserves."

He bowed slightly, completely lacking the lofty feeling he once had on the Chiyan Pingyuan plains.

Wu Yue blinked, then glanced at the Super Tribe; indeed, there was no sign of the Rock Salt Shamaness left.

She gave a cold, slight nod: "Hmm."

Seeing the Grand Shaman's unusually cold demeanor, the Healing Shaman felt a jolt, certain that those earlier events had angered this Grand Shaman.

He glanced, eyes red, at the neat line of Snow Tiger Tribe beastman warriors.

Although it was just a remote tribe, after being noticed by the Super Tribe, their attire surpassed even that of their own tribe's Grand Shaman.

The Healing Shaman only felt a sour ache in his heart.

"I see the Ghost Tribe's beastman warriors have also had a tough journey; we've hunted plenty of food today and would like to invite the Shaman Sir and your people to share a meal."

While speaking, he cautiously glanced at the composed female Grand Shaman before him.

This Grand Shaman looks very young, but as he cultivates shamanic power and the Beast God's Power, his appearance stays at its peak as his level rises.

So although this Grand Shaman looks young enough to be a newly adult female, he might actually be much older than oneself.

Yuan Lang and the others had been focused only on rushing along, so they had 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 their stomachs couldn't help but growl one after another.

The tribespeople around them had their stomachs growling; Yuan Lang struggled to tighten his belly, and at times like this one must bear the air 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 from his tight 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, who was leaning against Yuan Lang: "Teng Qian, how long have you been hungry for your stomach to growl like that?"

Teng Qian's stifled laugh caught in his throat, he pointed a finger at himself and said, "Me?"

Yuan Lang's deep eyes flashed, he slapped a palm onto Teng Qian's face, cutting off his words: "Cough... Teng Qian can't help but be hungry."

Teng Qian: "..."

I am not, I have not, I am not!

No matter how he struggled with his muffled noises, he could never escape from his boss's demonic clutches.

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 disgustedly released the hand that had been covering Teng Qian's face.

Then, looking at the dampness on his palm, his handsome face twisted as he twitched, and he lifted his hand to rub it on Teng Qian's clothing.

"How old are you, still drooling?"

Teng Qian: "..."

Damn it!

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

It's just that the Snow Tiger Tribe's people are used to eating cooked food, so they gathered some dry wood, lit a fire, and because the aroma of roasted meat was too strong, they chose to bury the food beneath the fire to simmer.

The Healing Shaman's expression wasn't good; he inwardly despised these beastmen for wasting food, but seeing the aloof Grand Shaman beside him, his anger deflated like a punctured spiky beast with a "pfft" sound.

"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 the ones who stay put in the tribe; that is a tribe's faith, and they would not lightly leave it.

Wu Yue took a fruit from her back basket and bit into it: "There's an Elder Shaman holding down the tribe; I'm just out to patrol the tribe's lower territories."

The Healing Shaman and the other three shamans only felt a buzz in their heads, as if something heavy had struck their skulls.

The Huaxia Tribe actually... actually has two Grand Shamans?

Thinking of their previous series of suicidal actions, his complexion now wasn't just ugly—it was practically as pale as a private's.

He just felt awesome, incapable of doing anything right, and the top troublemaker.

Although sitting with a few shamans, trust between people was minimal, so Wu Yue naturally remained constantly vigilant of the Super Tribe's members.

So, the changes in the four shamans' expressions were naturally seen by her.

Could it be that these Super Tribe shamans all have some serious illness?

Which tribe doesn't have one or two shamans? Why make such an expression as if the sky is falling?

The healing shaman had been doing mental preparation for a long time; only then did he finally regain his voice, he swallowed, his voice still a bit hoarse as he cautiously asked: "Are the shamans in your tribe as powerful as you?"

Wu Yue blinked, startled: "Powerful?"

She immediately recalled how she had earlier spent system points to show off, and her pained face grew even uglier.

"I'm the least powerful; some tribes' shamans even exceed one hand."

"Your tribe already has four, right?"

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

"Good grief, if it grew a bit 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 mountain range's overlord, although their own grand shaman...

"But just stepping out and randomly encountering a tribe, their grand shaman already exceeds one hand—what kind of divine tribe is this?"

Their faces were grim, yet their looks at Wu Yue and Yuan Lang held no trace of arrogance anymore, even faintly tinged with fear.

Although Wu Yue was bewildered, this situation was naturally to her liking, showing that the previous points spent on showing off hadn't been wasted.

The cooked food was fragrant too, but each mouthful of ash made Wu Yue feel as if the gaps between her teeth were filled with grout.

Since she had already shown her divine powers, Wu Yue stopped hiding and 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.

Silently tearing up, she curled into her small tent; Wu Yue whimpered, she also wanted to stay in that deluxe tent.

She scratched her toe, sighed, "Well, still, earning more points is the right way."

What is the most sorrowful thing in life?

People live, but the points are gone...

Although the deep forest that night still saw several fierce beast attacks, since they were in the medium-level beast activity zone, the super tribe's patrolling beastmen easily handled them.

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

The pitch-black cave made no difference to the beastman warriors and a few shamans compared to 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 gravely at the tribespeople seated in the cave: "You also saw..."

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

The beastmen sat silently against the wall; they naturally knew that those who could enter the selection team were naturally outstanding members of the tribe.

The abilities displayed by the tribe's grand shaman during rituals, they had also seen; that kind of magic that conjures things out of thin air is something only a grand shaman can cultivate.

In their tribe, only one could do that.

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

The Envoy Beastman Captain recalled the Rock Salt shamaness he had once rolled in the grass with; there remained a hint of affection, but his chest was filled with hatred and hostility.

Thinking that his leading this trip had almost provoked an existence their tribe couldn't afford to anger, his body, filled with rage, suddenly stiffened, his back turning icy cold.

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

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

As Wu Yue was having a pleasant dream, she felt a chill on her neck; the sense of danger made her hairs stand up instantly, and she snapped her eyes open.

Her pitch-black eyes met a pair of scarlet ones: "Damn!"

"You've got red-eye disease?"

Wu Yue wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, lifted the now-black poisonous snake that was Tongzi, and shook it: "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 cry from injustice: "Is this how you treat a loyal Tongzi who wholeheartedly works for you?"

To gather beast tendons for you, his watery eyes have turned red from exhaustion.

Faced with his all-red gaze, Wu Yue guiltily rubbed her nose, secretly 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: "See? I've exchanged the eye drops for you."

Tongzi glanced at the eye drops in his host's hand; the emotion rising in his scarlet eyes was instantly doused by a bucket of icy water.

"Dog host, if you had at least exchanged me an intermediate eye drop, I wouldn't have this feeling of ultimately being misplaced."

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

He seriously flipped Tongzi's eyelids: "I think it's just fatigue; drop a bit of system-produced medicine, sleep a night and it'll be fine."

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

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

The Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors, mentally highly tense, slept until the super tribe's beastmen returned from hunting, only then finally getting up refreshed.

I feel like I've finally come back to life.

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

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

A few beastman warriors ran back.

"Shaman Sir, we've found them."

The beastmen shouted loudly, their voices tinged with anxiety.

The four shamans quickly walked out of the cave; after checking, they shook their heads with solemn faces.

Wu Yue stepped out of the protective barrier, looked at the beastman lying on the ground already lifeless, her pupils constricted slightly.

These few beastmen...

"They have poison insects inside their bodies..."

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out, and all the super tribe's people turned their heads toward the poison shaman.

Did you guys see that Rock Salt Shamaness?

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

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

So, the Rock Salt Shamaness wasn't killed at all; instead, she used poisonous insects to ambush two super-tribe Beastman Warriors, and was rescued by that Rock Salt Tribe Beastman.

Wu Yue frowned; this Rock Salt Shamaness is really lucky.