Chapter 503: So busy!

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The East Mulberry Tribe Chief's smile deepened slightly at the corners of his mouth: "I hope Shaman Yue can help us secure next year's competition slot."

Wu Yue silently sighed to herself; indeed, it was so.

Without waiting for her to speak, the Ma Ji Tribe Chief beside her laughed triumphantly: "East Mulberry Tribe Chief, you're too late—I've already arranged next year's competition slot with Shaman Yue."

"Then we'll aim for the year after next."

The East Mulberry Tribe Chief's eyes flickered with disappointment, then he spoke calmly.

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow: "If we can secure this year's slot, we'll naturally assist both chiefs for the next two years."

The Ma Ji and East Mulberry Tribe Chiefs exchanged a glance and said in unison: "As long as you can hold off the Uk tribe's poison shaman, we'll leave the rest to your people and us."

After the tribespeople had all left, Teng Qian walked in, pinching the last two corn cakes, his face scrunched up.

"That shameless Bolun actually stole three of my corn cakes on his way out."

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang repeated to Teng Qian what the three tribes had discussed, only to see him frown: "Does that mean we'll have to come back to this forest for the next two years?"

"Yes."

Yuan Lang tapped the back of his lackey's head: "If we fail to get the competition slot this time, it won't just be the next two years."

Wu Yue smiled, rose, and headed toward her cave: "I'm going back to rest now; tomorrow's the trade fair, so you should get some sleep too."

The two Beastfolk nodded in unison.

"Boss, what should we do about that jinx princess? Should I go…?"

The ever-goofy Beastman Warrior, whose face was usually smiling, now wore a frost‑cold expression; his big palm swept across his neck, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

'Crack!'

A long-fingered hand picked up a thick piece of firewood and tossed it into the fire; Yuan Lang's deep eyes grew darker: "Now isn't the time to act—do you think the Uk tribe chief and those Beastfolk under her control are just for show?"

"That woman is really annoying—she used her princess status to act selfishly before, and now she's still hounding us here, a persistent nightmare."

Yuan Lang chuckled, rose, and lightly bent to pat his shoulder: "Go to sleep—there'll always be a chance to kill someone."

Having said that, his tall, straight figure strode straight out, and a low, magnetic voice came from the cave mouth: "I'll take watch tonight."

Teng Qian walked back to his grass nest, lay down, then lifted a hand to touch his cheek: "Still, I'm handsome enough—could this be what Yue once said about looking safe?"

Tsk, like the boss, getting involved with a woman and chasing her for two lifetimes—really terrifying.

Early the next morning, Teng Qian was roused by his boss for a work detail, went out hunting, and returned with an entire wild boar beast.

"There are so many wild boar beasts around here; if the tribal lands had this many, we'd have plenty of cured meat for winter."

Yuan Lang stepped forward and lifted one of the boar beast's hind legs, as if it were just a small wild chicken: "I'll handle the game; you go boil some corn‑flour porridge."

Corn porridge!

Teng Qian gulped, his saliva flowing—he loved this stuff; the sweet taste was fantastic.

He responded cheerfully, and the bustle of lighting the fire and heating the pot began.

"If the young don't strive, the boss will only grieve~ if the host doesn't strive, they'll be chased by dogs~"

Still lost in the handsome man's embrace, Wu Yue was about to listen to his strong heartbeat, drooling at his defined abs, when the powerful thumping in her ears turned into a harsh, grating recital.

Moreover, this grating sound was very familiar—clearly it was her own Dog System.

The dreamy handsome man faded away, and Wu Yue opened her eyes regretfully: "First thing in the morning, what are you yelling about?"

Tongzi shook the hand holding the book: "Host, today's the first day of the trade fair—did you forget your mission? Should we go out and court death?"

Wu Yue then remembered she still had that annoying task, and with a groan she flopped back down: "Life… so busy…"

"Host, your life isn't aimless at all—our goal is to court death, finish the task for rewards and points, perfect!"

Two short, stubby fingers splayed out in a V shape, wiggling provocatively.

Wu Yue glanced contemptuously at the little system's short stature: "I said 'busy,' the busy kind of busy! With you around, I can't even take proper care of myself."

Having said that, she stepped onto the straw mat, stood up, grabbed the fresh clothes prepared yesterday, slipped them on, tidied her bird‑nest‑like hair, yawned, and walked out.

"Yue, you're up? Why so early today?"

Teng Qian was busily stirring the pot of corn porridge, wafts of familiar sweet fragrance drifting out.

Wu Yue wiped the moisture from her eyes: "Isn't today the first day of the opportunity? I wanted to get there early so the good stuff isn't snapped up by other tribes."

Teng Qian waved his hand indifferently: "The past few days haven't had anything good; it's just been the midsize tribes trading salt and softened pelts with the big ones—we don't need that."

After the three of them ate at a leisurely pace, they strolled toward the open space before the meeting cliff to digest.

By then the open space was no longer empty as it had been the previous days; small stalls filled it, especially before the three major tribes' stalls, which were crowded with people.

At a glance, you couldn't see who was inside.

"Too many people." Wu Yue couldn't help but remark.

"Salt is something every tribe member in the forest needs, so each gathering is the only chance for us midsize tribes to obtain salt."

A strange male voice came from a nearby stall; the speaker was a burly male, but what surprised Wu Yue was that the corners of his mouth extended two sharp, elongated fangs.

"Greetings, Shaman Yue!"

The Beastfolk bowed deeply in respect to Wu Yue.

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After the tribespeople had all left, Teng Qian walked in, pinching the last two corn cakes, his face scrunched up.

"That shameless Bolun actually stole three of my corn cakes on his way out."

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang repeated to Teng Qian what the three tribes had discussed, only to see him frown: "Does that mean we'll have to come back to this forest for the next two years?"

Yuan Lang tapped the back of his lackey's head: "If we fail to get the competition slot this time, it won't just be the next two years."

Wu Yue smiled, rose, and headed toward her cave: "I'm going back to rest now; tomorrow's the trade fair, so you should get some sleep too."

"Boss, what should we do about that jinx princess? Should I go…?"

The ever‑teasing Beastman Warrior's ever‑smiling face was now covered in frost; his fan‑like big hand sliced across his neck, and killing intent welled up in his eyes.

A tall, slender hand picked up a thick piece of firewood and tossed it into the fire. Yuan Lang's deep eyes grew darker: "Now isn't the time to act—do you think the Wuke clan chief and those few Beastfolk under her control are just for show?"

This woman is really annoying—she used her princess status to act willfully before, and now she's even followed us here, refusing to leave; she's like a lingering ghost.

Yuan Lang chuckled, rose, and gently bent to pat his shoulder: "Go to sleep—there'll always be a chance to kill someone."

Having said that, his tall, straight figure walked straight out, and his low, magnetic voice came from the cave mouth: "I'm on guard today."

Teng Qian walked back to his grass hut and lay down, then raised a hand to touch his cheek: "Still, my looks are good—could this be what Yue once said about looking safe?"

Tsk, like the boss, getting involved with a woman and chasing her for two lifetimes—really terrifying.

The next morning, the early‑riser Teng Qian was dragged out by his boss for labor and came back after hunting an entire wild boar beast.

"There are so many wild boar beasts around; if our tribal lands had this many, we'd have plenty of cured meat to eat in winter."

Yuan Lang stepped forward and lifted one hind leg of the wild boar beast, as if it were just a small wild chicken in his hand: "I'll handle the game; you go boil some corn‑flour porridge."

Teng Qian gulped, drooling—he loved this stuff; the sweet taste was fantastic.

He cheerfully agreed, and the bustle of lighting the fire and heating the pot began.

"If the young don't strive, the old chief will grieve~ if the host doesn't strive, they'll be chased by dogs~"

Wu Yue, still lost in the handsome man's embrace, was about to listen to his strong heartbeat, drooling over his defined abs, when the powerful heartbeat in her ear turned into a harsh, grating reading voice.

Moreover, this grating voice was very familiar—clearly it was her own Dog System.

The dreamy handsome man faded away, and Wu Yue opened her eyes regretfully: "Early in the morning, what are you yelling about?"

Tongzi shook the hand holding the book: "Host, today is the first day of trading—did you forget your mission? Should we go out and court death?"

Wu Yue then remembered she still had that annoying task, and with a groan she lay back down: "Life~ so busy~"

"Host, your life isn't the least bit aimless—our goal is to court death, complete the mission for rewards and points, perfect!"

Two short, thick little fingers spread out in a flamboyant V‑shape.

Wu Yue glanced contemptuously at the short‑statured little system: "I said 'busy', the busy kind of busy! With you around, I can't even take proper care of myself."

Having said that, she stepped on the grass mat, rose, picked up the prepared new clothes and put them on, tidied her chicken‑coop‑like hair, yawned, and walked out.

"Yue, you're awake? Why are you up so early?"

Teng Qian was busily stirring the corn porridge in the pot, and waves of familiar sweet fragrance drifted out.

Wu Yue wiped the moisture from her eyes: "Isn't today the first day of opportunity? So I wanted to go early, in case the good stuff gets snapped up by other tribes."

Teng Qian waved his hand indifferently: "The past few days haven't had anything good; earlier, some small‑medium tribes went to the big ones to trade salt and processed soft hides—we don't need that."