Chapter 471

Wu Yue was sitting in the tent, looking at a medicinal herb in her hand; its blood‑red color was exactly the poisonous grass that the Half‑Beast warrior of the Wuk tribe had given them to eat earlier.

This herb is hard to find; Teng Qian also only discovered it today while tracking a prey, in a hidden valley.

When Laman mentioned this herb before, we had paid attention during our usual hunts, but we had never actually found it.

Wu Yue glanced at Yuan Lang, nodded, and said, "It seems these herbs have all been gathered or transplanted near the Wuk tribe; it's best to keep this poisonous grass in our own hands."

Boss, Yue, Ying Ze is back.

Teng Qian's voice came from outside the tent; the two stood up and walked out, just in time to see Ying Ze retract his wings and land from the sky.

How is it?

Wu Yue was somewhat worried that the Wuk tribe might discover something because of their newly dug cave, which would bring trouble to the Laso tribe.

Ying Ze snorted coldly, "The leading Half‑Beast is still quite cautious; he sent several Half‑Beast warriors to keep watch on those tribes that were already searched today—he still seems suspicious."

Let them watch; as long as they don't harm those people, it's fine.

After they finished speaking, they glanced at the Wuk Half‑Beast bound like a zongzi not far away: "We'd better deal with this guy early; he's a trouble."

Awang nearly cried upon hearing that, "Who's the trouble? I'm really useful!"

He quickly shook his head, making a wu-wu-wu sound, drawing everyone's attention.

Hey!

Teng Qian clicked his teeth, sauntered over, yanked the animal hide from his mouth, and snarled, "Anything else to say? If not, I'll send you on your way."

Awang's leg trembled, his panic rising: "I... I'm still useful, don't kill me!"

Seeing everyone still expressionless, Awang's heart jolted: "I know where the herb that can neutralize that poison grass grows; you surely want the antidote, right? If you let me go, I'll definitely take you there."

Besides the chieftain, only I know where that antidote herb is; if you kill me, you'll have to go find the chieftain.

Our chieftain is also a Beastman Warrior; you're poisoned now, so you're certainly no match for him.

Saying that, he also gave Yuan Lang and the others a look that said, "You're all trash."

Teng Qian's gaze turned cold: "I think you're looking for death!"

Teng Qian, stop!

Wu Yue hurriedly spoke to stop Teng Qian, then walked over to Awang: "Take us to that herb; after we detox, we'll naturally let you go—otherwise… you know what I'm capable of."

The young female before him wore a gentle smile, but her words sent a chill down his spine.

Especially thinking of the small bottle of strange powders in her hand, he felt his legs go weak—what kind of ferocious beast is this?

The next day, while avoiding the Wuk tribe members searching the forest, they followed Awang toward the place he said the antidote herb grew.

Yue, we've already detoxed—why follow this guy to look for some herb? What if he's up to no good?

Teng Qian scratched his head, looking at Awang swaggering ahead, and really wanted to go up and give him a few punches.

Wu Yue narrowed her eyes, the half‑hidden gaze full of meaning: "Naturally, I have my own idea."

Teng Qian: "..."

Heh, what's with all the mystery.

Ahead came the sound of dry leaves being crushed; Teng Qian suddenly turned and saw a tall Beastman figure appear in the forest ahead.

His deep, dark eyes glanced at the Wuk Half‑Beast warrior leading the way ahead, making Awang feel as if he'd been plunged into an icy snowscape; he plopped down on the ground, shivering.

Broad shoulders bore a rough animal hide, on which lay a prey as big as two Beastmen, and his slender waist still had two bamboo cans hanging.

With his long legs, he closed the distance to them in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yue covertly swallowed, using strong will to resist the male allure, then hard‑turned her head away, pretending to study the leaves.

The Beastman whose gaze had been fixed on a certain young female naturally noticed her attempt to hide her attraction; his lips curled in a pleased arc, and with a slight raise of his strong arm he flung the prey toward Teng Kun beside him.

Since there were no Wuk tribe members around, they first processed the prey, ate, and then left.

After Wu Yue composed herself and turned her head, she saw a clear‑lined palm before her, in whose center lay a leaf‑wrapped bundle giving off a rich aroma.

She looked up at the Beastman before her: "This is..."

She glanced at Teng Qian and Teng Kun processing the prey nearby, then at the food in the Beastman's hand—was this a special meal just for her?

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly, opened the leaf in his hand to reveal a still‑warm piece of roasted meat: "Eat up; we still have to press on later."

Gripping the warm roasted meat, she asked, "And you?"

Yuan Lang lifted his chin, glanced at the two Beastman warriors busy with the prey, and said, "We can eat it raw."

Not far off, the Half‑Beast warrior crouched trembling under a large tree, his eyes darting; each time he saw the tall, slender Beastman he couldn't help but shudder.

After struggling for a while, he finally suppressed the little thought in his heart.

The group trekked through the forest for three full days, putting ever more distance between themselves and the Laso tribe.

Wu Yue watched the panting Half‑Beast Awang ahead, then turned to the Beastman warrior beside her: "Yuan Lang, let Teng Qian go scout ahead."

At that moment she was lying on the Beastman's shoulder; as she spoke, her warm breath brushed his ear, making him unconsciously pause his step and his body tremble slightly.

After a moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded softly: "Teng Qian, go check ahead—be careful."

Teng Qian nodded silently, lightened his steps, and gradually vanished into the forest.

The Half‑Beast warrior ahead noticed nothing at all.

Don't worry; if he dares to have any ulterior motive, we can just kill him later—the antidote herb isn't essential for us.

Wu Yue nodded: "I want to use those antidote herbs for other things; the Wuk tribe poisoned us, and obtaining the antidote from the Beast God cost me a lot of points."

Thinking that her points were running low, Wu Yue felt a surge of frustration—points are hard to earn.

The Beastman's stance paused briefly, then, as if nothing had happened, he continued forward.

Is there any way to earn points?

Wu Yue pondered: "Normally, completing tasks issued by the Beast God yields the most points; ordinarily one can also trade herbs or items, but the points gained are few."

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly upon hearing that: "Even a mosquito is meat!"

Wu Yue couldn't help but laugh as well.

We're almost there; just past that small river ahead.

Upon hearing that, several people looked up and saw that there was indeed a clear small river ahead.

At that moment, a tall, sturdy figure stood by the riverbank: "Boss, Yue, this kid didn't lie to us—there really are medicinal herbs here, and they look like they were deliberately planted here."

It's true; those herbs were ordered by the chieftain for me to bring the slaves here to plant, and they can truly detoxify the poison in your bodies.

A-Wang quickly spoke up, his eyes full of tears, meowing a little—these days he hasn't mentioned Ye Cai Zi; every day he gnaws on the bones these people have stripped of meat, a life no Half-Beast warrior should have to endure, it's miserable.

He just wants to hurry back to the tribe and have the slaves prepare some food so he can eat his fill.

The river isn't very wide; after crossing it, the group saw in the middle of a clearing surrounded by several large trees a garden enclosed by wooden stakes, with only black leaves sprouting from the dry grass visible.

A-Wang gave a dry, heh-heh laugh twice: "Winter is too cold; the chieftain said we should gather some dry grass to cover the herbs with, so they can survive a bit longer."

Wu Yue took a pair of gloves from her small back pack, put them on, then crouched, pushed aside the dry grass, and pulled out a black medicinal herb.

System, scan the herb.

Ding~ Scanning in progress, please wait, host.

After just a few breaths, the system's lazy voice sounded again: "Host, this herb can indeed neutralize the toxicity of that previous poisonous grass, but you need to consume three stalks in a row to fully detoxify."

Moreover, as I told you before, after detoxifying you still need shamanic power or beast god's power to aid recovery; otherwise, a Half-Beast or Beastfolk who has been poisoned is no different from a pure human, except for being stronger.

This herb can indeed detoxify, but that's all it does; later recovery still needs the beast god's power, so let's take half of these herbs with us.

She squatted down and dug up the herb together with the soil beneath it.

Tongzi, if we sell these herbs to the shop, how many points would we get?

Tongzi picked at his little toes, a booklet appeared in his hand, he flipped through it with a rustle, then said: "Each stalk is worth 20 points, host—how about selling them to me to earn some points?"

In the voice of the short-statured little system, full of temptation, Wu Yue unconsciously felt something was off; after a moment's thought she said: "Sell the stalk I previously gathered in my pack to you."

Just one!

Tongzi's little voice cracked a bit.

Wu Yue was still about to say something when an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a broad chest.

As the Beastfolk behind them leapt, the group hid themselves in a large tree.

Her racing heartbeat gradually calmed, and Wu Yue then heard voices speaking from not far away in the forest.

After the captain disappeared, this patrol duty fell to you, big brother; you'll surely gain the chieftain's favor now.

Yeah, big brother; once you inherit the captain's position, we brothers won't have to worry about food when we follow you.

Perhaps pleased by the flattery of his little lackeys, the pure human leading the way burst out laughing: "As long as you follow me well, sharing my food, you won't go hungry."

He waved his big hand and continued forward: "Whether the captain returns or not, we must finish the task the chieftain assigned; I've often followed the captain here before, and the garden inside grows some herbs that are very important to the chieftain.

Our future duty is to come here regularly to check; we must absolutely prevent wild beasts from eating those herbs, got it?"

Several skinny pure humans fawned, bowing in unison and answering yes.

This respectful attitude made the leading pure human ever more satisfied; his gait now bore a hint of the captain's bearing.

Teng Qian couldn't help but look down at Half-Beast A-Wang, who was nestled in the tree root at his feet, only to see the guy glaring ferociously at the leading pure human male not far away.

Chuckling schadenfreude, Teng Qian kicked his foot at the half-beast about to explode with anger: "Take it easy; if you make a noise, you won't get any good outcome."

Saying that, he swung his sandbag‑sized fist in threat.

The Half-Beast warrior shrank his body; he endured.

After a while, he still raised his head and gave the leading pure human male a furtive, vicious glare, waiting—waiting for him to return to the tribe, then he'd surely give that guy a proper beating.

Captain! It looks like someone dug up the herbs here, missing a big chunk.

The male's startled cry echoed in the forest; Wu Yue glanced back at the Beastfolk warrior behind her: "We've been discovered."

A low laugh seemed to rumble from the chest; the female's muffled voice said indistinctly: "Don't worry."

He waved his hand toward Teng Qian and Teng Kun; in an instant their figures flickered on the tree, and the male who had just shouted, plus several other males patrolling elsewhere, collapsed spread‑eagled on the ground, unconscious.

Yuan Lang embraced Wu Yue and jumped down from the tree, also scooping up A-Wang who was on the nearby trunk.

Boss, what should we do with these guys?

He tossed the Half-Beast in his hand to one side: "Tie them up, ask a few questions."

Sure thing!

For tying people up and interrogating them, Teng Qian loved it; he quickly strode over, grabbed a few sturdy vines, heh‑heh laughed, and tossed them to his own younger brother nearby; the two divided the work, cooperating smoothly.

Seeing his original subordinates bound like zongzi, identical to himself, A‑Wang, struggling to get up beside them, felt immensely satisfied.

You damned thing, actually taking advantage of my disappearance to eye my position—now you've been caught, huh.

Serves you right! Pah!

Let you taste what it's like to fall into these people's hands.

The herb garden wasn't far from the river anyway; the two lifted a few each with one hand and brought them all to the riverside, then pressed each muddled head into the water—within moments they woke up.

Mmm‑mmm‑mmm!

Mmm‑mmm!

The awakened pure human male shook off his initial dazed look; his gaunt face was full of terror as he stared at the two towering Beastfolk warriors before him, the leading pure human's anus clenched tight—he almost pissed himself from fright.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun grinned savagely, hoisted a few of the skinny fellows, and carried them back to the garden's edge.