Chapter 477

Although there aren't many fierce beasts in the forest now, it is still somewhat dangerous.

Translation: "Although there aren't many fierce beasts in the forest now, it is still somewhat dangerous."

After scouting, I came straight back, come over.

Translation: "After scouting, I came straight back, come over."

Yuan Lang glanced at Teng Gan sitting beside him; this guy, being quite perceptive, got up and squeezed next to his younger brother, saying, "Ah, it's warmer sitting together."

Translation: Yuan Lang glanced at Teng Qian sitting beside him; this guy was quite perceptive, got up and squeezed next to his younger brother: "Ah, it's warmer to sit together."

Wu Yue didn't call him out, simply sitting naturally beside Yuan Lang; a quick glance revealed the half-beast lying unknown alive or dead beside the fire, and he asked, "Who is this person?"

Translation: Wu Yue didn't expose him, naturally sat beside Yuan Lang, her gaze sweeping over and seeing the half-beast lying unknown alive or dead beside the fire: "Who is this person?"

Ying Ze briefly explained the half-beast's origin, and Wu Yue turned back to the cave to fetch some herbs.

Translation: Ying Ze explained the half-beast's background, then Wu Yue turned and went back to the cave to fetch some herbs.

Warm magical power slowly entered the half-beast's body, and his terrifying wounds instantly healed a bit.

Translation: Warm shamanic power slowly entered the half-beast's body, and his terrifying wounds instantly recovered somewhat.

Wu Yue then handed the few herbs in his hand to Yuan Lang beside him: "Feed him these; we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Translation: Wu Yue then handed the few herbs in her hand to Yuan Lang beside her: "Feed him these, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Wu Yue felt bitter inside; the magical power he had recovered through meditation tonight was almost gone after that treatment.

Translation: Wu Yue felt bitter inside; the shamanic power she had recovered through meditation tonight was almost gone after that treatment.

My current magical power isn't enough to heal his wounds all at once, and besides, he's very weak; it's not just magic that can heal him—he needs time to recuperate.

Translation: "My current shamanic power isn't enough to heal his wounds all at once, and he's very weak now; it's not just something shamanic power can fix, he needs to recuperate for a while."

Yuan Lang frowned at the half-beast warrior on the ground, his gaze growing more disdainful; he helped Wu Yue sit on a stone lined with animal pelts by the fire and said: "Don't use magic anymore; since we need to nurse him slowly, just use some herbs—your own safety is important."

Translation: Yuan Lang frowned at the half-beast warrior on the ground, his gaze growing more disdainful; he helped Wu Yue sit on a stone lined with animal pelts by the fire: "Don't use shamanic power anymore; since we need to nurse him slowly, just use some herbs—your own safety matters."

After all, we're not in the Snow Tiger tribe anymore; Yue's safety is the most important, and as for those few little cats, as long as they survive it's fine.

Translation: "After all, we're not in the Snow Tiger Tribe now; Yue's safety is the most important; as for these little cats, just being alive is enough."

Knowing the beast beside him was concerned for him, Wu Yue's eyes instantly softened: "Mm, I'll listen to you."

Translation: Knowing the beastfolk beside her cared for her, Wu Yue instantly curved her eyes: "Mm, I'll listen to you."

Yuan Lang's deep eyes also brightened a bit, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a pleased smile: "Good."

Translation: Yuan Lang's deep eyes brightened a bit, his lips unconsciously curving into a pleased arc: "Good."

Oh my goodness, it's better if the boss doesn't smile—when he does, it looks like he's about to eat a child.

Translation: "Oh dear, it's better if the boss doesn't smile; when he does, it looks like he's about to eat a child."

Thinking of their usually stern boss suddenly acting like this, the goofy Teng Gan instantly felt unaccustomed, jumping up to seek some presence—basically, "itching for a fight."

Translation: Thinking of their usually stern boss suddenly acting like this, the goofy Teng Qian instantly felt unaccustomed, jumped out wanting to find some presence—in short, "itching for a fight."

Teng Kun slapped his unlucky brother's big face away with one palm, instantly distancing himself.

Translation: Teng Kun slapped away his unlucky older brother's big face with one palm, instantly distancing himself.

Sure enough, before his buttocks were even settled, a miserable cry from his brother came from beside him.

Translation: Sure enough, before his buttocks were even settled, a miserable cry came from his older brother nearby.

Calmly glancing at his brother suffering torment, Teng Kun felt no sympathy at all, really because this unlucky brother was too prone to self-destruction.

Translation: Calmly glancing at his older brother being thoroughly tormented, Teng Kun felt not a shred of sympathy, truly because this unlucky brother was too adept at courting disaster.

Self-destruction feels great for a moment; keep self-destructing and it stays great!

Translation: "Courting death feels great for a moment; keep courting death and keep feeling great!"

People like this can't be saved; they're the typical type who, if not beaten for three days, will tear off the roof tiles.

Translation: "Such people can't be saved; they're the typical type who, if not beaten for three days, will tear off the roof tiles."

After being disciplined, Teng Gan sat obediently by the fire, his pig-headed face showing a hint of understanding: "Um, you guys go rest; I'll take the night watch."

Translation: After being beaten into honesty, Teng Qian sat obediently by the fire, his piggy face showing a considerate smile: "Well, you guys go rest; I'll take the night watch today."

The pain in his buttocks wouldn't let him sleep, so he might as well take the chance to earn a good impression.

Translation: The pain in his buttocks wouldn't let him sleep; might as well seize the chance to earn a good impression.

Sure enough, the few who left to rest, aside from Yuan Lang who knew the truth, all gave him an approving look.

Translation: Sure enough, after the few people left to rest, aside from Yuan Lang who knew the truth, they all gave him an approving look.

The next day, seeing several beastmen appear in the tribe, Da Man and the others became even more 'obedient'; after giving a fawning greeting, they took their food and went to work.

Translation: The next day, seeing several beastfolk appear in the tribe, Da Man and the others became even more "obsequious"; after fawningly greeting them, they took their food and went to work.

"Big brother, the beastmen have all returned; we won't get beaten again, will we?"

Translation: "Big brother, the beastfolk sirs have all returned; we won't get beaten again, will we?"

Da Man glanced at the three anxious ones: "What's the point of worrying so much? If the beastmen want to deal with you, could you resist? Better to work hard and try to get a lighter punishment."

Translation: Da Man glanced at the three anxious people: "What's the point of worrying so much? If the beastfolk sirs want to deal with you, could you resist? Better to work hard and try to get a lighter punishment."

The three faces fell, and they really wanted to cry.

Translation: The three's faces fell bitter; they really wanted to cry.

But what relieved the three was that, at lunchtime, after a few Beastman Warriors finished handing out the food, they paid no attention to them, as if they completely didn't know what had happened a few days earlier.

Even the Beastman Warrior named Teng Qian, as usual, exchanged a few jokes with them.

The anxious hearts of the several people instantly settled.

Their lives were safe, and instantly they had an appetite, each gnawing on meat with ah-ah sounds, feeling that life was once again filled with sunshine.

At this moment, Teng Qian sat beside his younger brother, waving his sandbag-sized fists: 'If Yue hadn't said not to deal with them, I would have let them know why the flowers are so red by now.'

Teng Kun glanced at his elder brother, amused, 'With your face still swollen like a pig's head, saying this is hardly scary at all, okay.'

"This beast hide is really beautiful."

Wu Yue gazed at the snow-white beast hide slowly sinking into the stone basin, her eyes full of admiration and affection.

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly: "Once this hide is done, let's make a set of clothes to wear."

Wu Yue, however, smiled at him and gently shook her head: "No rush; we'll keep these two snow-beast hides."

Yuan Lang frowned: "You mean..."

Seeing that he shared her thought, Wu Yue nodded: "Although the competition for slots is a matter among the tribes in this forest, there's no such thing as getting a boon of the Grand Shaman's power infusion without any effort; this rare, precious beast hide, we should still store it away just in case."

Although the young female's words were soft, the firmness within them could not be ignored.

Yuan Lang pressed his lips, then finally nodded in agreement.

Thinking of the fabrics stored in his former mansion, the emperor's bestowed treasures were countless, and even the servants in his household dressed better than the masters of ordinary officials and wealthy merchants.

But now, it's merely a piece of good-colored fur, yet he cannot give it to his beloved young female.

He furtively glanced at the young female intently staring at the beast hide in the stone basin; this snow-white hide, once made into clothing, would surely look extremely beautiful on her.

The Beastfolk were scheming in their hearts, while at this moment Wu Yue was communicating with the System in her mind.

"Can this method be sold to me at a lower price?"

Tongzi rubbed his hands, his chubby face showing difficulty: "Host, the simple nitrating beast-hide method from the last mission was enough for daily use; this method is far more precious than that, the shop sets the price, I can't decide on my own."

Having said that, he put on a pitiful look: "I'm just a weak, pitiful, helpless little Tongzi; I still need your charity, Host, to get by."

He even lifted his arm and wiped away a tear, showing his emotion.

Wu Yue chuckled: "If it weren't for seeing that wobbly flab on both sides of your cheeks, I'd almost believe you."

Flab!!!

Tongzi instantly jumped up: "Dog host, what do you mean by flab?! This is clearly cute baby fat, alright, do you have no eyes?"

"Baby fat?" Wu Yue scanned the Dog System up and down: "How old are you really? You have no clue? An old cucumber painted green."

Tongzi's little face stiffened; he was furious— the Dog Host's insults were simply unbeatable in the human world.

"Hurry up, give me a definite answer— is it cheap or not?!"

After another round of chaotic bickering between the person and the System, Wu Yue finally obtained the method for this precious nitrating beast hide at a twenty-percent discount.

Looking at the Dog System's grumbling demeanor, she instantly felt refreshed and invigorated.

Bickering with the Dog System every day made her feel entirely energized.

Processing the precious beast hide into nitrated form was also quite troublesome, requiring a lot of stone powder and medicinal ingredients.

Meanwhile, not far from the Snow Moon encampment, a small tribe was welcoming several important figures.

As usual, the small tribe's people who woke up ready to go hunting and gathering food did not go out today; they all stayed in the tribe.

It's almost noon, why hasn't the chief taken the males out to hunt yet?

Yeah, and he won't let us go out; yesterday's leftover food is only enough for one meal.

The males were anxious to go hunt, and the females, thinking there wasn't even enough food for one person at home, were also anxious.

Enough talk; I heard from my family's older brother's partner's younger brother that it seems a few people from some large tribes are coming to our tribe, so today all our tribe's people must welcome them here.

If we anger the large tribe's people, everyone in our tribe will be killed.

As the female's words fell, the surrounding tribespeople fell silent for a moment, then an even greater clamor rose.

Really? Do you know which large tribe it is?

We're just a tiny tribe; where would we have provoked a large tribe from?

Hey, could it be because of those people the chief brought back a few days ago?

Everyone's angry gazes all turned toward Fu'er and his group, who were huddled against the rock wall not far away.

Under the deathly stares of the crowd, Fu'er and his group couldn't even pretend not to see.

Fu'er clenched his fists at his sides tightly, suppressing the urge to lift his head and roar; he regretted it, he shouldn't have brought his people to become this tribe's slaves.

The chief was also thrown into the forest by this tribe's chief; after so many days, the unconscious chief probably...

Thinking of this, his gaze filled with guilt fell upon Sister Yun beside him.

Haha, where are the people you caught?

A burst of loud laughter came from outside the tribe; the familiar voice made Fu'er and his group stiffen suddenly.

Fu'er could no longer control his expression; he abruptly lifted his head toward the direction the sound came from.

Sure enough, a familiar voice gradually appeared in his sight—it was the Dong Sang Tribe people who had been pursuing them.

That Half-Beast Warrior clearly recognized them too, a savage smile appearing on his face: "You really can run, making me chase you for so long, many of our tribe's people have died, you lowly small-tribe folk—even if you all died, you wouldn't match a single pure human toe of our Dong Sang Tribe."

The Half-Beast said, as if also stirring his own anger, he charged like a savage beast toward Fu'er's group and lifted his leg to kick them.

A few pure humans couldn't withstand the Half-Beast's furious kick; they screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lost consciousness.

Fu'er watched his tribespeople vomit blood and die, his eyes nearly bursting; he swung his fist and charged at the Dong Sang Tribe's Half-Beast Warrior: "Get lost!"

Seeing the blood‑stained fist about to land on the Dong Sang Tribe Half-Beast Warrior's face, he easily raised his hand to block it.

You little brat, you haven't even grown hair yet, and you're yelling in my face!

Having said that, he gave a vicious laugh and swung his fist, smashing it into Fu'er's face.

Fu'er's gaunt cheek instantly deformed from the blow, his body flying sideways into an open space, scattering a few blood‑stained teeth along the way.

He felt as if his head had been struck by a boulder, a buzzing filled his mind; all he could hear were waves of wails from where his tribespeople were, struggling to lift his body but finding no way at all.

Finally, a strange flush rose on his gaunt cheek, then he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and passed out.

After the Dong Sang Tribe's Half-Beast Warrior had massacred a few of Fu'er's tribespeople, his anger gradually subsided somewhat.

He rubbed his blood‑stained big feet on the ground, looked down haughtily at the small tribe's chief standing bowed beside him: "Have you cleared away the eyesores? Don't let these people and that Half-Beast die; I still need to take them back to the tribe."

The small tribe's chief repeatedly bowed in assent, sweat streaming down his temples like a small stream.

Leading the Dong Sang Tribe group into the tribe's sole cave, he turned and ordered the nearby tribespeople to bring the game.

This meat isn't from today's hunt, is it?

The leading Dong Sang Tribe Half-Beast Warrior frowned at the noticeably darker meat, his face full of displeasure.

The small tribe's chief felt a tightness in his chest: "The tribespeople heard they could see the Dong Sang Tribe's elders, so they all crowded at the tribe's entrance waiting for them, and haven't had time to go hunt yet."

Upon hearing this, the Dong Sang Tribe Half-Beast Warrior raised his thick brows slightly, the ferocity on his face easing a bit; he casually tore off a beast leg: "Go hunt quickly; I want fresh game for dinner."

The small tribe's chief nodded repeatedly and withdrew.

Moments later, two sated pure‑human males of the Dong Sang Tribe walked out of the cave, taking up guard outside; they did not trust these lowly small‑tribe folk.

In the forest, the small tribe's males who were hunting gathered around their own chief, occasionally glancing at his calm expression.

What are you looking at? Speak if you have something to say.

The small tribe's chief, infuriated by those furtive glances, turned his head and let out a low growl.

The males' faces fell embarrassed; first they wiped the saliva sprayed on their faces, then a male standing beside the chief whispered: "Chief, the Dong Sang Tribe people call us lowly small‑tribe folk and openly demand fresh game."

And when they kill those slaves, it's one kick each—really, it won't affect us...

Although the male didn't finish his sentence, the meaning was obvious as could be; the small tribe's chief naturally knew what these people were worried about.

He snorted coldly: "I certainly know the Dong Sang Tribe's people are hard to provoke and get along with, but those slaves we brought back are originally what the Dong Sang Tribe were looking for; if they found out we sheltered these people, our tribe would have no future, and..."

He curled his lips into a strange arc: "Aren't we supposed to attack that newly arrived tribe? Now's the perfect chance while these Dong Sang Tribe folks are here; with their help, attacking that tribe would pose no problem at all."

The surrounding small tribe's people's eyes lit up instantly; that territory which the faith tribe's land connects to theirs—if they could also seize that land and make it theirs, they'd have more food in the future.