Chapter 535

How to say it? I just feel that the fatigue from the battle that just ended has been swept away completely—my waist doesn't hurt, my leg isn't lame, and I could climb five mountains in one breath without any effort.

"Brothers, what's with the ink stain? Let's go on patrol!"

"Our gathering team is first."

"Bullshit, you gathering team folks are all listless—where's our spirit? We have to go first."

"Hehe, when we fought the Wuk tribe, you threw far fewer stones than we did, and you still have the nerve to argue with us here?"

"Nonsense, we..."

A quarrel over who would go on patrol first started just like that, while the sly Laman had already led his own gathering team's brothers along a small path toward the city wall.

He glanced back at the group of foolish idiots who had argued until their faces were red and necks thick, gave them a contemptuous look, then strutted up the city wall with proud little steps.

As the saying goes, what kind of general, such are his followers; the males behind him all imitated him, their steps up the stairs revealing a bit of pride.

After the several gathering teams finally argued out a winner, he looked up and was dumbfounded.

"Good grief, you two sly ones, you're arguing here, then secretly letting your own team's males go up first?"

"Bullshit, widen your eyes that aren't even as thick as a grass stalk and look—those are clearly the males from Old Laman's team."

The several team captains fell silent, looking at each other for a while, then somewhat embarrassed they scratched their noses: "Well, let's just do as we discussed earlier—wait for Old Laman's team to come down, then we'll go up."

Although Laman never said so in the tribe, everyone knows that Lady Wu Yue values Laman and his team greatly—not only because Laman once luckily saved Lady Wu Yue and her entourage, but most importantly because this little old man works diligently without seeking credit.

As for any task assigned by the tribe, among the several gathering teams, their speed and quality are always among the best.

Especially...

The several gathering team captains glanced at each other, hearing that little Emma is also a disciple of Lady Wu Yue, possibly the future shaman, so we must not offend her.

In the cave, while Teng Kun and Ying Ze hadn't returned yet, Wu Yue slipped into her own small cave and exchanged from the system a large jar of medicinal liquid.

Looking at this barrel of deep-green medicinal liquid, she winced: "Indeed, reattaching a severed arm, such a heaven-defying act, requires a price—and it's not a small one."

My points!

She poured the medicinal liquid from the glass jar into a porcelain jar and carried it out, looking at the system panel where the points had decreased by nearly a quarter...

Can't look anymore—the more I look, the more it hurts.

Host, think about it—exchanging for this medicinal liquid can heal Ying Ze's severed arm, and then you'll get another thousand points!

Wu Yue stared stiffly: "Is a thousand points a lot? You yourself don't know how many points this jar of medicinal liquid cost me?"

Tongzi shrank his head guiltily, and couldn't help but silently complain about the system's stinginess in issuing tasks.

No, the most important part of this task isn't the thousand points? Obviously it's the five hundred cultivation experience—with those you could break through to intermediate first-rank shaman in one go, then... humph, if that stinky woman Niluo still dares to provoke us, we'll let you out to give her a good beating.

Wu Yue glanced askance at the short, stout little boy sitting cross-legged in the system space: "Cough! Watch your wording."

What does 'release' mean?

Is she a dog?

Tongzi's little face stiffened, then he hurriedly gave a hehe smile and apologized: "Host, you're the best host in heaven and earth; I've cultivated eight lifetimes of blessings to follow you, host—I'm truly a blessed Tongzi."

Overwhelmed by the ostentatious performance, Wu Yue decisively called up the system panel and clicked the button to shield the dog system.

Yue, we're back.

Teng Kun carried Ying Ze in from outside the cave, holding in his hand a...

Seeing that severed arm in his hand, Wu Yue almost couldn't help but exclaim—good grief, I'm really a good fellow!

At least it's someone else's arm—bringing it back would be bad enough, why did you tie it with a rope and bring it back?

That blackish color, she even thought it was some cured meat Teng Kun had snatched from someone's kitchen...

She took the—cough—severed arm that Teng Kun handed over, placed it in the medicinal liquid to soak and detoxify, then said to Ying Ze: "Ying Ze, the time since your arm was severed isn't long; I can help you reattach it, but since the arm has been severed before, to make it exactly as before requires you to put in great effort and do lots of training."

Ying Ze's dark eyes instantly flared like two scorching little suns, his Adam's apple rolling as he stared at Wu Yue in disbelief: "Doing the training you mentioned can really restore it to exactly as before?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Yes."

Ying Ze's cheek muscles twitched violently as he exerted all his strength to suppress the surging excitement.

Plop!

Lady Wu Yue, thank you; I, Ying Ze, swear to the Beast God that from now on I will be your guardian beastfolk, and after returning to the Polar Forest I will go back to the tribe to tell the shaman, and thereafter I will always follow you.

Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained the beastfolk's loyalty; mission completed.

Rewards are being distributed...

Reward: 1000 points credited.

Reward: 500 cultivation experience credited.

Please keep up the good work and achieve even greater feats.

Ding! Congratulations, host, you have achieved the achievement: intermediate first-rank shaman; rewards: staff upgrade, cultivation speed upgrade, physique strength upgrade, obtain infinite still system space.

I I I I I... Holy shit!

!

After a series of system notification sounds fell, Wu Yue only felt that her whole person was a bit light-headed—is it this smooth?

Suppressing the joy in her heart, Wu Yue raised her hand to signal Ying Ze to rise: "You're injured; it's best to move little, after the poison on the severed arm is cleared, the flesh consumed by the hatching gu larvae also needs time to grow."

She took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to Ying Ze: "This is a kind of witch medicine; you apply it to the wound each day, and before the witch medicine runs out it can keep your wound condition at the moment it was severed."

Because eliminating the toxin from the severed arm still takes time, and flesh growth also takes time.

Ying Ze suppressed the excitement in his heart, solemnly nodded: "I understand, Lady Wu Yue."

His attitude became ever more respectful.

Beside him, Teng Kun had already grinned so hard his eyes disappeared; he raised his hand to pat Ying Ze's shoulder, but seeing the other's injured arm, he withdrew: "It's not convenient for you to apply it yourself; I'll help you."

During this time that the two stayed behind in the tribe, their friendship grew by leaps and bounds; now Ying Ze has become Yue's guardian beastfolk and will also become a member of the Snow Tiger Tribe, so their relationship has grown ever closer.

At this moment in the forest, Yuan Lang and Teng Qian were hiding secretly in a dense big tree, gazing at the Wuk tribe people on the nearby grassland.

"Boss, these Wuk tribe folks don't know what hit them—they're all listless; why don't you go down and take care of them?"

Teng Qian bustled over to Yuan Lang's side.

The Beastfolk's deep eyes suddenly turned to look at this idiot beside him: "I feel my ability is insufficient; better yet, Deputy Teng Qian, you go first—I'll cover you from behind."

Teng Qian: "..."

You say you can't, but I dare say I'm brave and invincible, right?

"I can't even handle that bitch Niluo."

Yuan Lang gave him a deep look; a flicker of contempt clearly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He turned his gaze to the Uk tribe below, which seemed to have endured a great battle, his dark brows slightly furrowed: "A man cannot say he's incapable."

Teng Qian: "Is that the point?"

But the Beastfolk beside him didn't answer his question.

The Uk tribe's camp is a rare clearing; aside from the grass thickets, there are no trees for miles around that could offer concealment.

Their hiding spot is now as close as it gets.

"Huh?"

Yuan Lang was about to venture closer to scout for news, but he saw two males emerge from the Uk tribe's ranks, apparently wounded, leaning on each other as they walked toward their hiding place.

"Boss..."

Teng Qian looked at the Beastfolk beside him.

Yuan Lang nodded: "Be careful; don't let them make a sound."

Teng Qian flashed a grin of big white teeth: "Leave it to me."

"I want to return to the tribe; the Snow Moon Tribe is truly terrifying—clearly under the Beast God's protection, for when we attacked, countless stones rained down from the sky; besides the Beast God, who could do that?"

"The chief even claimed it was just a few logs thrown out—do they really think we're that stupid?"

"Our tribe is going downhill; since the old chief went to see the Beast God, we haven't had a square meal."

"The chief and the shaman still intend to keep attacking the Snow Moon Tribe, and just now, when I was delivering food, I heard the shaman and chief say they'd release some potent gu worms."

"You say, if the shaman's gu worms really kill the Snow Moon Tribe's people, will we be punished again by the Beast God?"

"Speaking of the Beast God, both Beastfolk's faces darkened; especially recalling that stone rain, they felt only bitterness in their hearts."

"Hey! You two, have you eaten?"

A strange voice rang out behind them; just as they were relieving themselves, they were so startled their stream cut off, and they trembled as they turned to see a white-haired Beastman Warrior standing there, staring at them.

As they turned, Teng Qian's lecherous glance lingered a few more times on where they'd been urinating: "Brother, how about we take off our animal-skin skirts before we talk?"

"You... who are you?"

Teng Qian hehe laughed, scratching his ear, his eyes full of teasing: "I'm the Snow Moon Tribe member you just mentioned."

The two males' pupils widened, they opened their mouths to scream; Teng Qian was about to step forward to knock them out, but hearing two whooshing sounds behind him, he quickly crouched.

Pap! Pap!

"Mmmph!"

Two clumps of fertile black dirt were precisely stuffed into their mouths, blocking the screams about to burst out.

"Look, I told you to come with me, but you insisted on yelling—the boss isn't as gentle as I am."

While saying that, he stepped forward, lifted their animal-skin skirts, and walked toward the direction the mud clods were flying.

"You've already attacked the Snow Moon Tribe?"

Yuan Lang sat on a broken stump, his deep, profound eyes fixed on the two trembling males, and he asked in a cold voice.

The two males savored the earthy flavor of the dirt in their mouths, and cautiously glanced at the relatively 'kind' Teng Qian beside them.

Teng Qian looked at them amusedly: "The boss is asking you a question; just answer him—why are you looking at me?"

The two males lowered their eyes embarrassedly; the uninjured male cautiously looked at the tall, strapping Beastman Warrior ahead and said: "This is our second time attacking the Snow Moon Tribe; the first time, the chief and shaman weren't there—we were... cough cough... scared by your tribe's walls and just ran away."

This second time—this very time—we, under the chief's lead, just burst out of the forest when the sky rained down a barrage of large stones; our tribespeople were all injured, so the chief led us away to here.

"Just now the shaman said a Beastman Warrior in the Snow Moon Tribe had already been injured, but for some reason the gu worm that had bitten the Beastman Warrior was still killed, so the shaman is furious and losing his temper."

"That bitch is still as vicious as ever."

Teng Qian beside them snorted.

"Is the Snow Moon Tribe really that strong?"

A low, magnetic voice sounded from above; the two Uk tribe males' mouths twitched—although they thought that was correct, isn't it a bit immodest for you to say that yourself?

Although they didn't know the word 'humble,' they had a vague sense of it in their hearts.

Although they cursed inwardly, but under the Beastman Warrior's intimidation—uh, I mean beastly might—they still nodded seemingly sincerely: "Strong."

Yuan Lang nodded satisfactorily: "Since you like the Snow Moon Tribe so much, I'll allow you to become external tribe members of the Snow Moon Tribe."

The two males stared blankly: "External?"

Although they didn't know what it meant, they had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the Beastfolk nodded and continued: "It means that although you are Snow Moon Tribe members, you still live in the Uk Tribe, conveying Uk Tribe news to the Snow Moon Tribe, faithfully serving the Snow Moon Tribe."

The two males' faces darkened; "We're screwed—if this gets discovered, not only us but our families will be killed by the chief and shaman."

"Just kill us; we won't be external tribe members."

No benefits at all, and we face the constant danger of losing our lives, hehe...

Yuan Lang's deep eyes narrowed slowly: "Did I give you a chance to refuse?"

The two males stiffened their necks: "Anyway, we won't be external tribe members."

"I originally wanted to bring your families out too, but seeing how unwilling you are, I'll forget it."

Yuan Lang rose and slowly walked toward the two: "Since you're of no use, go to the Beast God."

Sharp beastly claws glinted with a cold light in the specks of sunlight, and the two Beastfolk's stiffened necks inexplicably softened a bit.