Chapter 506

Both chieftains expressed their desire to trade, and the Half-Beast's eager gaze turned to Wu Ke: "Wu Ke chieftain, our tribe's Half-Beast youngling is sick; I wish to use this stone tool to ask your esteemed shaman to heal our tribe's youngling."

Their tribe is a medium-sized tribe; each Half-Beast warrior is the tribe's most important person, and the lack of adult Half-Beast younglings is even the whole tribe's future hope, so the tribe members brought out the tribe's most important stone tool, hoping to exchange it for herbs that can heal the youngling.

Unexpectedly, this gathering actually had a shaman appear; the Half-Beast warrior and his tribesmen were overjoyed, for if they could ask the shaman to heal their tribe's youngling, that would naturally be the best.

Wu Ke turned his head to look at his own shaman, his eyes lighting up; asking the shaman to go heal, this is basically an opportunity delivered to his cave mouth.

Niluo glanced proudly at Wu Yue not far away, rose leisurely, and said: "Bring your tribe's youngling over."

The Half-Beast warrior was overjoyed, hurriedly calling the nearby tribesmen to bring over a thin, small youngling and hold him up.

Niluo waved her hand, signaling them to enter the grass shed; it's too hot outside, she doesn't want to go out and suffer.

The Dong Sang chieftain returned to his seat, sat down, and looked toward the shaman in the grass shed: "Shaman Wu Yue, do you think Shaman Niluo can cure that youngling's illness?"

Other tribe chieftains might not be clear, but the Dong Sang chieftain, who has some relation to the Huo Teng tribe, is quite clear.

Among all shamans, the healing ability of the Gu shamans and Poison shamans is the worst.

Of course, relatively speaking, the Poison shamans are still somewhat better than the Gu shamans, because the Poison shamans' shaman poison also requires herbal preparation, so they are also quite knowledgeable about herbs.

But the Gu shamans' technique requires gu worms, so they focus their energy on raising gu worms; few Gu shamans like to study herbs.

Most importantly, the Gu shamans' shaman power must be channeled through gu worms, making it impossible to externally produce shaman medicine.

As for the Poison shamans, needless to say, their shaman power is filled with toxins, and they also cannot produce shaman medicine.

Wu Yue glanced at Niluo, who wore a look of disdain while helping examine the youngling's body, and honestly shook her head: "I don't know."

The Dong Sang chieftain gave a faint smile and then said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Wu Yue leaned close to Yuan Lang and whispered: "Does Niluo know medical arts?"

Yuan Lang frowned: "He does not."

With a disdainful curl of the lip in his heart, that person used to be the emperor's most beloved princess; whatever she wanted, the emperor would always try every means to satisfy her.

Even if an unmarried princess kept a mansion full of male favorites, he felt that as the emperor's daughter, enjoying these was her due, with no disdain.

Therefore, Niluo truly enjoys pleasure, lust, and wealth.

Thinking of that person, Yuan Lang felt full of disdain, meowing, wondering if he had killed too many in his past life and now faced retribution.

Thinking this, a large hand unconsciously reached for the nearby fruit, eating more fruit to calm the fright.

"Ah! Get out of the way!"

While everyone was waiting, Niluo, who was checking the youngling's condition, suddenly shouted loudly and kept stepping back.

"Smallpox! Damn it, you actually brought a youngling with smallpox over, trying to kill us?"

As soon as Niluo said that, aside from the tribespeople who didn't know what smallpox was, Wu Yue, Yuan Lang, and Teng Qian all felt their hearts tighten.

Smallpox, that disease, is contagious!

Yuan Lang had no time to worry about the fruit; he rose and pulled Wu Yue behind him, that posture of facing a great enemy made Maji and the Dong Sang tribe members all involuntarily tense up.

Something that could make a powerful Beastman Warrior so tense and on guard must be very formidable.

Wu Yue had chickenpox when she was young, but thanks to good medical conditions domestically, she had already recovered.

But smallpox is different; in her era, smallpox had become a legend, and she had only heard that the world had developed a method to treat smallpox, but the aftereffects were truly severe.

"Tongzi, the time has come to test our feelings; does the mall have medicine to treat smallpox? The kind without aftereffects!"

At this moment, Tongzi, who had released the scan, was watching this farce and shaking his head; hearing his host's question, he rolled his eyes impatiently: "Dog host, Niluo is just a waste; that youngling definitely does not have smallpox."

"What?"

In an instant from hell to heaven, a forest breeze blew past, and Wu Yue only felt a chill behind her, that being the sweat she had just broken out.

"Yuan Lang, Teng Qian, don't be tense; that youngling does not have smallpox."

At this moment, all the tribes also learned from Niluo what smallpox was, each turning deathly pale and stepping back, wishing to stay as far away as possible from that youngling and the Half-Beast entourage.

Stone tools are truly precious, but life is even more valuable!

"Could we already have been infected? Shaman Niluo said that anyone who contracts this disease will die."

"They were just sitting beside us a moment ago; what do we do!"

"Beast God, I don't want to die yet; my youngling and female are still waiting for me."

Because of Niluo's spread of smallpox knowledge, the tribes on the open ground instantly fell into chaos.

Yuan Lang and Teng Qian, somewhat stunned, turned their heads to look at Wu Yue: "Not smallpox?"

Wherever smallpox appears, the place eventually becomes a dead city; smallpox is an evil spirit that comes to claim lives.

Wu Yue nodded: "Not smallpox, just a skin disease."

Having said that, she straightaway lifted her foot and walked toward that group, which was somewhat dazed, at a loss, and fearful.

"Shaman Wu Yue, what are you doing!"

Niluo's piercing voice sounded from the side, instantly breaking the surrounding clamor and drawing everyone's gaze to the shaman Wu Yue walking toward that group afflicted with the terrible disease.

"What does Shaman Wu Yue intend to do? Isn't she afraid of being infected?"

Niluo couldn't clarify her own feelings at this moment; she had come into contact with a smallpox patient and knew she was very likely already infected.

Now seeing Wu Yue approach, the joy and hope in her heart actually overwhelmed fear, even leaving a hint of anticipation.

"Shaman Wu Yue, can you cure smallpox?"

Niluo's voice was extremely soft, fearing that if it were any louder it would frighten the female heading toward the sick youngling.

Wu Yue gave her a glance as if looking at an idiot: "You must have some serious illness."

Wu Yue felt secretly pleased at this moment; Niluo, you little trash, letting you show off, always finding fault with me, always provoking me, just not telling you the truth, to make you die of anxiety, to scare you to death!

Needless to say, looking at the enemy's deathly pale face, the delight in my heart was like riding a rocket, swoosh swoosh!

Upon reaching the group's side, Wu Yue merely glanced at the small youngling, then turned her head and gave Niluo several looks as if looking at a fool.

Being glared at, Niluo's explosive temper couldn't be contained; she immediately jumped up and shouted: "What kind of look is that! Now you're also infected, just wait to die!"

"So it's said, not every Gu shaman has healing ability!"

A clear, resonant voice rang out across the clearing, tinged with emotion; bolstered by shamanic power, it spread to everyone's ears.

Good fellow, your family's smallpox grew like this?

Upon hearing Wu Yue's words, the surrounding tribespeople were first stunned; the first to react were the chiefs of several major tribes and the medium-sized tribes under their protection.

Although they had rarely, if ever, seen a shaman, they still had some understanding of how to distinguish shamans.

"Gu shamans seem to be the worst at healing among all shamans, right?"

"But... but isn't it? Just now I was really scared to death."

"Let's have Shaman Wu Yue take a look."

Although the murmurs around were faint, Niluo, who also cultivated shamanic power, naturally heard them, and her face grew ever darker.

Yet, while feeling depressed, she also felt considerably relieved, for she truly did not want to contract a plague like smallpox.

"Everyone, step back a bit."

Wu Yue directly gestured for the males holding the young cubs to make space.

When she lifted the sticky, damp beast hide from the cub's body, Wu Yue could even see many unknown tiny worms crawling out of it.

Thinking that such a small cub had been wearing such filthy hide all along, it would be strange if there were no problems.

She glanced up at the pleading Half-Beast warrior and said, "Come over and take off the cub's beast hide."

"Take... take off the beast hide?"

The Half-Beast warrior wanted to say something more, but upon meeting Wu Yue's indifferent gaze, he stepped forward, untied the grass vines binding the cub's waist, removed the beast hide whose original appearance was no longer discernible, and then carefully put it away.

Seeing this, Wu Yue broke into a cold sweat: "That hide has become a breeding ground for bacteria and worms, yet you wrapped it up again—are you planning to keep making the cub wear it later?"

"The treatment won't be brief; bring him over here."

Wu Yue gestured for the Half-Beast warrior to pick up the cub, intending to return to the grass hut to treat the sick cub.

"Shaman Wu Yue, since you say this isn't smallpox, please still treat him in front of everyone—what if you're mistaken? We'd be in great danger."

Seeing Wu Yue about to leave, Niluo immediately stood up.

"What are you supposed to be?"

Wu Yue tilted her head to look at Niluo, spoke indifferently, then directly ignored her and walked away.

"Wu Yue, I will definitely kill you!!!"

Behind her came Niluo's angry roar, but Wu Yue's steps did not pause as she returned to her own grass hut.

At the edge of the grass hut stood a simple stove; Wu Yue took a packet of herbs from the basket on the ground and placed it in the stone pot on the stove to simmer.

Then she looked at the Half-Beast warrior and said, "Go make a wooden tub that can hold the young cub."

The Half-Beast stared in horror at the stone pot where the bitter medicinal liquid was boiling, wondering if Shaman Wu Yue intended to boil her own young cub together over the fire.

"Hurry up, what's with the ink stain!"

Seeing the Half-Beast warrior unmoving, Yuan Lang frowned and barked coldly.

Leaving two tribespeople to tend to the cub, the Half-Beast warrior swiftly led the remaining people to bring back the wooden tub Wu Yue had requested.

Moreover, the inner wall of the tub had been simply polished, making it very smooth.

She took a bundle of yellow leaves and handed them to the Half-Beast warrior, saying, "Use these leaves to clean the inside of the tub, then bring back half a tub of water."

"Chief, is Shaman Wu Yue really going to put the little one and this wooden tub together over the fire to roast?"

The tribesperson washing the tub asked worriedly.

The Half-Beast warrior shook his head, face full of worry: "I don't know, sigh..."

Although Wu Yue had taken the sick cub away, the gathering's trade did not continue, because although Niluo's earlier announcement had let everyone learn from Wu Yue that the cub was not the dreaded smallpox, they still wanted to see whether Shaman Wu Yue could cure the cub.

"Look, they're back."

"Ah, young one, they wouldn't really boil that little cub, would they?"

Many of the tribespeople from the surrounding tribes shared the same thought.

The chiefs of the Maji and Dongshang tribes exchanged a glance, then rose together and entered Wu Yue's grass hut.

"Shaman Wu Yue, is this herbal decoction meant for the cub to drink?"

Maji wrinkled his face and twitched his nose; for the Beastfolk warriors, the bitter taste of the decoction was truly hard for them to bear.

Teng Qian looked at them with disdain, then gave each a yellow leaf, saying, "Place it under your nose, and the taste won't be so strong."

He poured the brown decoction into the water tub; the scalding herbal liquid mixed with the icy river water, instantly turning lukewarm.

"Put the young cub in, be careful—keep its head above the water."

Seeing that Shaman Wu Yue was not going to boil her own young cub, the Half-Beast warrior let out a great sigh of relief and quickly, gently placed the little one in as she had instructed.

"This little one still needs to soak for a while; let's continue the trade."

After drying her hands, Wu Yue sat back in her seat and casually said.

Before sitting back down, she ordered Teng Qian to return to the cave to fetch some cornmeal and prepare some cornmeal gruel.

The sweet aroma continually drifted across the clearing, drawing everyone's gaze, but upon seeing Wu Yue and the Beastfolk seated beside her with their indifferent expressions, their attention waned considerably.

It must be said, strength in numbers is truly great.

Even some not-so-wealthy medium and small tribes actually produced several items that surprised Wu Yue greatly.

"I'll take this herb; what do you want in exchange?"

All the herbs that appeared were exchanged by Wu Yue; seeing this, Niluo could no longer stay seated, and when the medium-sized tribe below produced another herb, she spoke up directly.

"I want to exchange for a sharp stone tool."

A pure-human male said cautiously.

Just moments ago, the still-angry Niluo furrowed her brows: "Your herb, though precious, is not worth a sharp stone tool."

Sharp stone tools are made by grinding a kind of red, hard stone; some even require grinding for a very long time, and few tribes are willing to trade them.

Wu Yue lounged in her seat, watching the spectacle; although she also wanted the herb in the Half-Beast's hand, she regarded it merely as a store.

"Dog host, go on, cause trouble, steal others' herbs, make them have no herbs to use."

"Tongzi was bouncing around in the system space."

"Wu Yue shook her head: 'No stealing, no stealing. Although the iron content in a piece of iron ore is tiny, grinding it into stone tools is still quite durable, not worth it, not worth it.'"

"In the next moment, Tongzi's ghost-like voice came over chillingly: 'Host, have you forgotten the death-seeking task?'"

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