Chapter 527

They had heard that beyond the sea, there are many shamans far more terrifying than curse shamans and poison shamans, possessing strange powers that can easily kill beastman warriors and shamans.

Translation: They had heard that on the other side of the sea, there were many shamans even more terrifying than poison shamans and curse shamans, who possessed strange powers and could easily kill beastman warriors and shamans.

Note: We agreed on the translations: curse shamans, poison shamans, beastman warriors, and shamans.

Thus line: They had heard that on the other side of the sea, there were many shamans even more terrifying than curse shamans and poison shamans, who possessed strange powers and could easily kill beastman warriors and shamans.

Seeing their wary looks, Wu Yue chuckled and drew the whole piece of silk from her sleeve.

Translation: Seeing their wary looks, Wu Yue amusedly pulled the whole piece of silk from her sleeve.

A forest wind swept into the cave mouth, causing the silk to flutter.

Translation: A forest wind blew into the cave mouth, and the silk fluttered along with it.

This... this is...

Translation: "This... this is..."

The medicine shaman and the beastman warriors of the Huoteng tribe finally saw that what Wu Yue held in her hand was not something evil or harmful.

Translation: The medicine shaman and the beastman warriors of the Huoteng tribe finally saw that what Wu Yue held in her hand was not something evil or harmful.

Note: The medicine shaman and the beastman warriors of the Huoteng tribe finally saw that what Wu Yue held in her hand was not something evil or harmful.

Is this the silk you mentioned?

Translation: "Is this the silk you spoke of?"

The medicine shaman's eyes glowed like two tiny suns as he stared at the red cloth in Wu Yue's hand, his gaunt fingers constantly twitching; if not for his iron will holding him back, he would have already lunged at it.

Translation: The medicine shaman's eyes had turned into two tiny suns; he stared fixedly at the red cloth in Wu Yue's hand, his withered fingers constantly curling—if not for his strong willpower restraining himself, he would have lunged forward by now.

Look, is this the same material as your shaman's robe?

Translation: "Take a look—is this the same material as your shaman's robe?"

Wu Yue gave a small smile as she passed over the scrap of silk, feeling confident that this piece far outshone the medicine shaman's robe.

Translation: Wu Yue smiled faintly as she handed over the small piece of silk, inwardly confident that this scrap of silk she produced was absolutely superior to the medicine shaman's shaman's robe just now.

The medicine shaman reached out carefully, and as Wu Yue placed the silk in his palm, he instinctively held his breath, feeling...

Translation: The medicine shaman cautiously reached out; when Wu Yue placed the silk in his hand, he couldn't help but hold his breath nervously—this feeling...

Had he not personally witnessed Wu Yue placing this red piece of silk in his hand, he might have felt as though he were cupping a handful of water—soft and slick—making his fingers clench tighter, terrified that even a slight slip would let the precious fabric slip through his grasp.

Translation: If he hadn't personally seen Wu Yue place this red piece called silk into his hand, he would even have felt as if he were cupping a handful of water—soft, slippery—and his ten fingers would have clenched tighter, afraid that a moment's carelessness would let this precious thing slip through his fingers.

Note: We treat that name as Wu Yue.

After admiring it for a long time, he gazed at Wu Yue with a complex look and asked, "Wu Yue, is this silk produced by your Bu Luo tribe?"

Translation: After admiring it for a long while, he then looked at Wu Yue with a complex expression: "Wu Yue, is this silk made by your Bu Luo tribe?"

Note: We treat the tribe name as Bu Luo. After admiring it for a long while, he looked at Wu Yue with a complex expression and asked, "Wu Yue, is this silk made by your Bu Luo tribe?"

Wu Yue gave a wry smile and shook her head: "It's a gift from the Huaxia tribe, a very precious item."

Translation: Wu Yue gave a wry smile and shook her head: "This was granted by the Chinese Tribe; it is a very precious item."

The medicine shaman's pupils narrowed slightly at the mention of the Huaxia tribe...

Translation: The medicine shaman's pupils contracted slightly, the Chinese Tribe...

Again, this mysterious tribe—Rourou and A Man also brought it up upon their return.

Translation: Again, this mysterious tribe—Meatball and A Man also mentioned it when they returned.

Note: We treat the nicknames as Rourou and A Man. Again, this mysterious tribe—Rourou and A Man also mentioned it when they returned.

The shaman reluctantly glanced at the silk in his hand, then looked back at his prized shaman robe he had been proud of, and instantly felt his face ache.

Translation: The medicine shaman reluctantly glanced at the silk in his hand, then turned to look at his own precious shaman's robe he had been proud of, and instantly felt his face ache.

Wu Yue, why is this silk blood‑red?

Translation: "Wu Yue, why is this silk the color of blood?"

Their shaman robes are identical, and if their builds are similar, you can't tell them apart without seeing their faces.

Translation: Their shaman's robes are all the same; if their builds are similar, without showing their faces, nobody can even tell who is who.

Moreover, although the grand shaman can acquire such precious robe‑making material every few years, it has always been just this one color.

Translation: Moreover, although the Grand Shaman can obtain some of such precious robe-making materials every few years, there has always been only this one color.

Wu Yue tucked the silk away and said, "In the Huaxia tribe we call this color red; they also have green like leaves, blue like the sky, black like night, yellow like the earth, and countless shades from flowers and fruits."

Translation: Wu Yue put the silk away: "In the Chinese Tribe, this color is called red; they also have green like leaves, blue like the sky, black like night, yellow like the earth, and the colors of all kinds of flowers and fruits—many, many."

The medicine shaman wiped envious drool from his chin; if he could own a colored shaman robe, he would surely become the tribe's most badass shaman.

Translation: The medicine shaman lifted his hand to wipe away his envious drool; if he could own a colored shaman's robe, he would surely become the most badass shaman in the tribe.

Hehe... Wu Yue, kid, could you spare some of this colored silk for me?

Translation: "Hehe... Wu Yue kid, can you trade me some of this colored silk?"

The gaunt little old man pointed to his own shaman robe behind him and said, "All I need is to be able to make a shaman robe."

Translation: The thin little old man pointed a finger at his own shaman's robe behind him: "As long as I can make one shaman's robe, that's enough."

After saying that, he gave her a sparkling little look.

Translation: Having said that, he looked at her with a glinting little gaze.

Wu Yue rubbed the goosebumps on her arm, then rolled her eyes and said, "Do you think silk is just the ordinary cloth we wear? It's actually a precious item in the Huaxia tribe, and I don't have any."

Translation: Wu Yue rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on her arm, finally rolling her eyes in an unbecoming way: "Do you think silk is just the ordinary cloth we wear? It's a precious item even in the Chinese Tribe—I don't have any."

Although the medicine shaman was disappointed, Wu Yue's answer was no surprise—after all, their tribe's shaman‑robe materials are all stored with the grand shaman.

Translation: Although the medicine shaman was disappointed, Wu Yue's answer was also within his expectations, after all the shaman's robe materials of their tribe are all kept by the Grand Shaman.

But...

Translation: But...

The gaunt little old man's half‑closed eyes flashed with a glint as he sat on the beast‑skin mat behind him, looking dejected, and said, "Our tribe's grand shaman loves shaman robes above all; if we could make him a silk shaman robe, I'm sure he'd be thrilled."

Translation: The thin little old man's half‑squinted eyes flashed with a glint; sitting on the beast‑skin mat behind him with a dejected look, he said: "Our tribe's Grand Shaman loves shaman's robes the most—if we could make one from silk and give it to him, I'm sure he'd be very pleased."

Upon hearing that, Wu Yue's smile deepened: "Old fox, you're trying to outwit me!"

Translation: Upon hearing that, the corners of Wu Yue's smile deepened further—old fox, trying to scheme me!

He said regretfully, "If we had enough silk, we wouldn't have to compete in this inter‑tribal contest—sigh..."

Translation: She said regretfully: "If we had enough silk, we wouldn't need to take part in this inter‑tribal competition, sigh..."

The medicine shaman's eye twitched; this young female may be small, but she's not easy to fool.

Translation: The medicine shaman's eye twitched slightly; this young female may be small, but she's not easy to fool.

After their back‑and‑forth, Wu Yue left with Teng Gan, having already moved to another cave.

Translation: After the two went back and forth again, Wu Yue left with Teng Qian; they had already moved to another cave.

Seeing the two return, Yuan Lang, his face slightly flushed, wiped sweat from his forehead and asked, "Everything okay?"

Translation: Seeing the two return, Yuan Lang, whose face was slightly red, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Nothing wrong, right?"

Wu Yue smiled as she sat beside him and said, "The Huoteng tribe's shaman wants to trade our seasonings and silk, but I have none in stock right now—we can discuss it later when we have more."

Translation: Wu Yue smiled as she sat beside him: "The Huoteng tribe's shaman wants to trade our seasoning and silk, but I have no stock on hand now; we'll talk about it later when we have enough."

Yuan Lang turned his head, a glint appearing in his deep eyes, and asked, "Silk?"

Translation: Yuan Lang turned his head, a glint appearing in his deep eyes: "Silk?"

Wu Yue nodded, pulled out the red silk and handed it to him, saying, "Take a look—how does it compare to what you have?"

Translation: Wu Yue nodded, took out the red silk and handed it to him: "Take a look—how does it compare to what you have there?"

Yuan Lang wiped his hands on a nearby beast‑skin, then took the vivid red cloth, which felt smooth and cool.

Translation: Yuan Lang picked up the beast skin beside him to wipe his hands, then took the fresh red fabric; it felt smooth and cool to the touch.

Compared to tribute, it is in no way inferior.

Translation: "Compared to tribute goods, it is not lacking at all."

Our present strength isn't enough to safeguard something so precious.

Translation: "Our current strength cannot yet protect something so precious."

Wu Yue smiled at him and said, "We all need to become stronger."

Translation: Wu Yue smiled at him: "We all need to become stronger."

The beastman's eyes darkened, his lips pressing together as he murmured, "Hmm."

Translation: The beastman's eyes darkened, his lips lightly pursed: "Mm."

Don't worry, Yue—our leader once led us to be invincible, undefeated in battle; these little beastmen are nothing—I could crush them with a single finger.

Translation: "Rest assured, Yue, the boss used to lead us to be invincible, victorious in every battle—these little beastmen? I could crush them with a single finger."

Wu Yue: "..."

Translation: Wu Yue: "..."

Yuan Lang: "..."

Translation: Yuan Lang: "..."

Where did this idiot come from?

Translation: Where did this idiot come from?

Especially since he just let it slide, but now he's dragging me in too—Yuan Lang can't stand it: "All you brag about is clearing five checkpoints and slaying six generals, but you never mention you ate noodle soup and flooded a kang."

Translation: Especially since he just let it slide, but now he's dragging me in too—Yuan Lang can't stand it: "All you brag about is passing five gates and slaying six generals, never mentioning that you slurp noodle soup and wet the bed."

What I fear most is when the air suddenly goes silent...

Translation: What I fear most is the air suddenly falling silent...

Teng Gan's face flushed red as he gazed resentfully at his leader and said, "I've lost your favor—I'm no longer your beloved commander."

Translation: Teng Qian's face flushed red; he looked resentfully at his own boss: "No more love—I'm no longer your beloved general."

Yuan Lang felt goosebumps explode across his body, his large, knotted hands clenched tight with a terrifying crackling sound, and he asked, "Do you want to try my sandbag‑sized fist?"

Translation: Yuan Lang only felt goosebumps erupting wildly all over his body; his large, knuckle‑prominent hand clenched tight, making a terrifying "crack‑crack" sound: "Do you want to try my sandbag‑sized fist?"

Hehe... uh... ah! I'm still cooking—go on, don't disturb me!

Translation: "Hehe... uh... ah! I'm still cooking, you guys go on—I won't disturb you!"

After saying that, he slipped away oily‑footed and darted into the cave.

Translation: Having said that, he slipped away on oily feet and dashed into the cave.

Come on, let me see your sandbag‑sized fist.

Translation: "Come on, let me see your sandbag‑sized fist."

Wu Yue's laughing voice came from beside him, prompting Yuan Lang to chuckle softly as he rubbed her head with his large hand.

Translation: Wu Yue's smiling voice came from beside him, eliciting a light chuckle from Yuan Lang as he ruffled her head with his big hand.

As the warm atmosphere spread, Wu Yue lowered her head and spotted a few leftover clay brick models beside the beastman; her face stiffened and she asked, "Did you wash your hands?"

Translation: As the warm atmosphere spread, Wu Yue lowered her head and suddenly saw a few mud‑brick models beside the beastman; her small face stiffened: "Did you wash your hands?"

Teng Gan, peeking from the cave mouth, said: "..."

Translation: Teng Qian, peeking from the cave mouth: "..."

I had my lecherous smile all ready, and you're just going to show me this?

Translation: I had my lecherous smile all ready— and you're showing me this?

Yuan Lang's smile faded slightly as he furtively placed his large, slightly dirty hand behind his back and said, "I wiped it clean with beast‑skin."

Translation: Yuan Lang's smile flickered; he furtively placed his large hand, still lightly soiled with dirt, behind his back: "I wiped it clean with beast skin."

He rose solemnly and headed toward the river, saying, "I'll go get more soil; I still need a few clay bricks."

Translation: He stood up solemnly and walked toward the river: "I'll go haul some more dirt back; I still need a few mud bricks."

The words fell, the person had already quickly gone away, leaving only a tall, straight back.