Chapter 528: All for the Tribe

Watching the sorrowful back of her own boss leaving, Teng Qian timidly poked his head out: "Yue, a woman who doesn't know how to win her husband's favor will be neglected."

Wu Yue turned her head, eyes slightly narrowed as she looked at him: "Neglected, then what?"

Seeing her dangerous expression, Teng Qian's calf involuntarily trembled, but thinking of his boss's future marital authority, he still mustered courage and said: "Your husband will definitely go to other concubines' rooms."

"Concubines?"

Wu Yue gave a cold laugh: "Let him change his identity; even if he goes to the concubines' quarters, what could happen?"

Teng Qian's eyes lit up: "Change identity? What identity?"

Wu Yue chuckled, her gaze meaningful: "Father-in-law!"

Teng Qian felt a chill somewhere, gave a dry laugh, then hurriedly squeezed his legs together in an extremely awkward posture and slipped away.

The next day, Yuan Lang stared at the few iron beads in his palm, each the size of a fingernail cap, unsure how to describe his current mood; after painstakingly building the kiln and firing it for so long, the result was just this?

"Sir, is there anything you need me to do?"

A timid voice sounded from ahead, interrupting Yuan Lang's thoughts.

The helplessness in his brows and eyes faded; the moment he lifted his head, his face was already expressionless.

He clenched the iron bead in his palm with a backhand, gave the speaking female a merely indifferent glance, then turned and walked into the cave.

"Beastman Sir..."

Watching the Beastman Warrior walk into the cave, the female clutched the small package in her arms and hurried forward.

But the next moment, she saw the tall Beastman turn and give her a terrifying look: "Get lost!"

Yuan Lang wearily looked at the female with messy hair; previously Niluo had already annoyed him greatly, and since coming to this world, many females have pestered him.

What a damned charm of mine!

"Beastman Sir, the chieftain heard that Shaman Yue Sir is leaving, so he sent me to bring some fruit; he is currently leading the tribespeople to gather stone fruit, and will only return later, so..."

After the young female took a big breath and finished speaking, she cautiously looked at the Beastman Warrior with a somewhat stiff expression: "Could you please take these fruits inside?"

"Go on," she timidly handed over the package, bathed in the Beastman's aura, her heart couldn't help but whimper; these Beastman Warriors are truly terrifying—better to have the clan chief, who treats them well and never frowns.

Yuan Lang, self‑infatuated, took the package with a dark face and entered the cave without a word.

Having completed her task, the young female didn't linger, she vanished in a puff of smoke, swearing she would never again come to deliver fruit.

"Teng Qian, did your boss used to behave like this?"

Wu Yue struggled to hold it in, not letting herself laugh.

Teng Qian's big face also flushed red: "Back when we were together, I always thought it was the boss's charm; now I see there was probably some misunderstanding, hehe!"

"Pfft~ Ah, young mom, I can't hold back, it's too funny!"

"The boss's previous look of being troubled by his own excessive charm is truly hilarious!"

"Really? Is it that funny?"

A gloomy voice sounded in his ear, but Teng Qian, wholly immersed in his happy memories, didn't notice anything wrong at first, and even earnestly nodded in agreement: "No, it's not that—if it weren't for saving the boss's face, I would have laughed back then!"

"After a few days without disciplining you, I think you've gotten a bit swollen-headed."

Teng Qian felt a chill on his forehead—what the heck, why does this feel off?

Wu Yue, who had slipped away to the side earlier, pressed her lips to stifle laughter; watching Yuan Lang discipline Teng Qian until he howled, she found it even funnier, and gave a perfunctory few taps on her chest: "I'll mourn for you for three seconds."

When the Dong Sang chieftain returned to the tribe with a dozen or so stone fruits to see off Wu Yue and her two companions, Teng Qian had already wrapped his head in a piece of cloth.

Looking at that strange getup, even the medicine shaman beside him glanced over, puzzled: "Won't wrapping your head be hot?"

"That's just his hobby."

Wu Yue quickly added a sentence, earning Teng Qian a grateful... oh no, a resentful look.

The medicine shaman's attention wasn't on Teng Qian either; the thin, small old man looked at her kindly and said: "Once the seasoning is prepared, be sure to leave some for me."

Wu Yue nodded amusedly: "I'll remember."

The Dong Sang chieftain placed a string of stone fruits beside Teng Qian's feet, his eyes also holding a hint of expectation: "If you could leave some seasoning for our Dong Sang tribe, that would be even better—I will definitely have the tribespeople bring our tribe's most precious food or beast pelts to trade."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a displeased look from the thin, small old man beside him, shrank his neck, and slipped away to the back.

But Wu Yue nodded and smiled: "I like many fruits and strange, unseen things; after collecting them, I can go to the Snow Moon Tribe to exchange."

The Dong Sang chieftain was immediately delighted.

After bidding farewell to the Dong Sang chieftain and the people of the Huo Teng tribe, Wu Yue summoned the Snow Treader, mounted it, and together with the two Beastman Warriors vanished into the sky.

"This Shaman Yue is truly mysterious, actually possessing such a powerful beast."

The thin, small old man watched the three already flying away into the sky, narrowed his eyes, and sighed.

Beside him, A Man's heart tightened: "Shaman, that's not a beast, but a ferocious beast of the Polar Forest."

"A ferocious beast with a crystal core?"

Now, not only did the medicine shaman's eyes light up, but the other Beastman Warriors beside him also looked over.

A Man felt bitter; what the shaman and the tribespeople were thinking, he couldn't possibly not know, but Shaman Yue Sir, after all, was the one who saved them...

The thin, small old man's face had lost its initial kindness: "Although I also like this young female, A Man, you must remember, you are of the Huo Teng tribe; if the Snow Tiger Tribe is indeed highly valued by the Huaxia tribe, we will treat them as a super tribe; if not..."

If Wu Yue and her companions were present, they could discern the expression that made A Man feel chilled, called "cool and thin".

"I understand, Shaman."

A Man suppressed his bitterness; he now greatly misses his childhood when he was still weak, back then he wasn't qualified to participate in many tribal affairs, daily life was nothing but hunting, and as long as he had food to eat he was very happy.

But now, although food is plentiful, there is little that can make him feel happy.

The medicine shaman let out a soft sigh, patted his shoulder: "Remember, we do all this for the tribe."

"For the tribe?"

Watching the old shaman's retreating back, A Man couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Can this really make our tribe better?"