Chapter 537: That Bastard

You!

The poisonous insects she had carefully cultivated died instantly in such great numbers; even Niluo felt heartbroken.

"What 'you'? From the first time we met until now, you've always been targeting me."

Wu Yue glanced at the tall Beastman Warrior beside her, then looked coldly at Niluo: "If you want my Beastman, you'll have to beat me first."

Her voice was cold, calm, and firm, proclaiming her sovereignty.

Wow!

Hey! This shaman is really imposing!

The Ma Ji clan chief's eyes lit up, looking admiringly at Wu Yue, who seemed to be glowing.

In passing, he gave Yuan Lang and Teng Qian a little envious, jealous glance.

Teng Qian: "..."

Wait, brother, can you take back that envious, jealous little glance you gave me? This really has nothing to do with me; I'm just here to make up the numbers.

Hmm, I'm yours.

The Yuan Lang Warrior raised an eyebrow at the little female beside him, then nodded proudly in agreement with her.

Niluo's nose almost twisted with anger: "Yuan Lang, you dare to defy this princess!"

So you and Yuan Lang lot come from the same place, huh?

Niluo's words let Wu Yue instantly confirm what she had been thinking.

She raised her head, about to say something to Yuan Lang, but saw the Beastman Warrior beside her casually pick his ear: "What did you say? The wind's too loud, I didn't hear clearly."

Everyone: "..."

After sensing carefully, not even a hair on her body stirred—where did the wind come from?

Don't think you can fool us just because we're from a small tribe...

"Shaman Yue, you probably don't know, but Yuan Lang and the others are here because of me."

Angered by Yuan Lang's appearance, Niluo once again pointed her spear at Wu Yue.

Wu Yue blinked, then, as if struck by inspiration, mimicked Yuan Lang by picking her ear: "You must have some idea in your heart—people see you like a fly sees... whatever, and you still have the cheek to shout here?"

Having said that, she sized up Niluo from head to toe and struck the vital point: "We all come from the same place—you don't know what kind of female he likes?"

Niluo: "..."

Damn it!

That bastard actually dared to insinuate about my figure!

Seeing her jump in anger on the spot without using her poison insects again, Wu Yue raised an eyebrow and lowered her shaman's staff.

You little thing, after diligent training I've fully recovered my strength—who's afraid of whom? If you're not satisfied, come fight!

Niluo on this side also knew what was most important for her tribe right now; her matters with Wu Yue and Yuan Lang weren't urgent, so under the pleading gaze of the Wu Ke clan chief she suppressed her anger, glared hatefully at the annoying woman opposite, then turned and sat back down on the stone.

"Shaman Yue, I didn't expect your shamanic power to be this strong!"

The Big Stone clan chief exclaimed as he stepped forward, a sturdy Beastman Warrior at his side.

"This is the Ma Ji clan chief."

The Big Stone clan chief stepped aside to introduce the Beastman Warrior beside him to Wu Yue and the other two.

"I am the Ma Ji tribe's clan chief; I never expected to see two shamans battle in our forest—Shaman Yue's shamanic power is truly formidable."

The Beastman's eyes were full of admiration and sincerity.

Wu Yue readily accepted the big tribe's goodwill: "It's a bit stronger than Niluo's shamanic arts, but when facing a super-tribe shaman from outside, we can't compare."

"You're really an easy-to-talk-to shaman; I've seen plenty of super-tribe shamans, and they're all somewhat unapproachable."

The Big Stone clan chief sighed.

Wu Yue nodded: "There are some like that, but there are also many good-tempered shamans; foul-tempered ones like Niluo's are still rare."

Niluo: "..." a glance with a hint of killing intent...

Damn it, can you stop dragging me into your words all the time?

The Big Stone and Ma Ji clan chiefs gave a dry laugh, secretly glancing at the black-faced Niluo shaman, who was becoming increasingly hard to approach, and inwardly they also agreed with Wu Yue's words.

This poison shaman indeed looks hard to approach.

"Hahaha! Shaman Yue, I've heard a lot about you from Bu Lun."

A hearty laugh came from nearby, causing the Big Stone and Ma Ji clan chiefs, who were talking with Wu Yue, to frown.

"Dong Sang clan chief?"

The Beastman Warrior who walked over laughing had a gentle aura, his brows and eyes full of smiles, making people easily take a liking to him.

But seeing Ying Fei walking beside him, Wu Yue's smile faded a bit.

A Beastman Warrior capable of becoming clan chief is naturally perceptive; he instantly sensed the distance in Wu Yue's words, feeling even less warmly regarded than the recently acquainted Big Stone and Ma Ji clan chiefs, and thus a few doubts arose in his heart.

"I heard from Bu Lun about the Snow Moon tribe, but I didn't expect Shaman Yue to be far stronger than what Bu Lun said."

Wu Yue smiled faintly: "I was poisoned earlier, and my strength hasn't fully recovered yet."

Black-faced, sitting on the big stone, Niluo narrowed her eyes upon hearing that: "No wonder that bastard was so much stronger in this fight than last time."

The Forest tribe chief's complexion at this point couldn't even be described as black; it's truly that people don't understand the forest's black—face black, heart black, eyes black, all together makes real black.

Just having a Wu Ke tribe show up was already unlucky enough; now we know there's no unluckiest, only unluckier!

Why is leveling up so hard?

The weary Forest tribe chief walked forward with a drooping head, squeezing out a stiff smile on his pitch-black face: "Shaman Yue, I am the Forest tribe chief."

Wu Yue gave a faint smile and nodded: "Forest chief."

The Wu Ke clan chief timidly rubbed up against his own shaman: "Niluo shaman, should I still go over?"

Niluo lifted her dark, heavy eyes, bared a mouthful of icy white teeth, and said: "Go ahead then!"

Wuke's body trembled: "... I won't go, I won't go! I'm not going!"

A Mu, Niluo the shaman is really terrifying.

After the people exchanged pleasantries for a moment, they scattered in twos and threes.

In the cave of the Dong Sang tribe, the Dong Sang chieftain, who just moments ago had a bright smile, now sat with a grim expression in the grass nest at the center of the cave; the aura of the high-ranking Beastfolk made the people below feel uneasy.

Buren glanced furtively at Yingfei beside him: "Brother, what's wrong with the chieftain?"

Yingfei rolled his eyes: "You ask me? Who should I ask? We both came back together."

"What are you two whispering about? Say it out loud so I can hear."

Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from above, and Buren and Yingfei's scalps tightened.

"Chieftain, you don't seem to be in a good mood!"

Buren, the simple-minded one, spoke up doubtfully.

The Dong Sang chieftain sneered: "You still know I'm in a bad mood, huh!"

Then that "ah" suddenly rose in volume; Buren's body jerked, and he looked fearfully at his own chieftain: "Did I cause trouble?"

"I sent you ahead to invite the Snow Moon tribe, just to build good relations with them—can you tell me why Shaman Niluo treats me even less warmly than the Stone tribe chieftain and the Ma Ji tribe chieftain? Hmm?"

Buren scratched his messy head in distress: "I don't know either; when we went together to steal herbs, our relationship was still very good, and even when the Snow Moon tribe's flying Beastfolk fled, they still carried me on their backs."

"But for some unknown reason, the day after we returned to the Snow Moon tribe, they became distant toward me, and I don't know why."

As he spoke, he also felt rather wronged.

"We all shared the bond of stealing herbs together, yet they unilaterally distanced themselves from me—how annoying!"

"How many stalks did you take when you went with them to steal herbs?"

Buren shrank his head and tremblingly extended a few fingers: "Just this much, and moreover, when Yingfei and I were in the foul swamp we inhaled its toxic gas and got poisoned; we used those herbs to exchange for an antidote from Shaman Niluo."

"Well! You went through all that trouble for nothing in the end!"

The Dong Sang chieftain knew well that this lackey of his had no ill intentions, so the problem must be...

He narrowed his eyes and turned to Yingfei: "And you?"

At this moment, Yingfei's face had already turned somewhat pale; he naturally knew why Shaman Niluo and the others had suddenly changed their attitude toward Buren.

He didn't hide it at all, saying directly: "It's because of me."

Buren beside him stared in shock at Yingfei, who was kneeling next to him: "What did you do?"

The Dong Sang chieftain, about to ask, had his words snatched away by this simpleton Buren; he glared at the fool: "Shut up!"

The foolish Buren awkwardly shuffled to the side.

Yingfei pressed his lips, took out the beast-skin pouch he always carried close to him, precious beyond measure: "Chieftain, take a look at this."

The fruits, encased in hard shells, were taken out one by one; the Dong Sang chieftain and many surrounding tribespeople frowned at Yingfei: "Isn't this fruit plentiful in our territory? Why did you bring this back?"

Yingfei said nothing, but instead pried open the fruit's hard shell and dug out the golden-yellow granules inside: "This fruit is the new discovery of the Snow Moon tribe; they can make a delicious food from this hard fruit."

"Did you steal the method for making corn cakes?"

Buren gasped in shock!

The Snow Moon tribe's people value corn cakes greatly; having lived among them for a time, he knew this all too well, so he was deeply shocked.

Yingfei actually dared to steal a tribe's food-making method—something no tribe could tolerate—so it's no wonder that after returning to the tribe, Shaman Niluo and the others changed their attitude toward him so dramatically.

"Is this food really tasty?"

The Dong Sang chieftain picked up a corn kernel, then turned to ask Buren.

The listless Buren gave his chieftain a complex look: "Well, it can be made into a golden-yellow food called corn cake, very fragrant and sweet, and like eating meat, it can keep you from wanting food for a long time."

The Dong Sang chieftain's eyes lit up, but only for a moment before returning to calm: "Just for this food, you have ruined our tribe's relationship with a tribe that possesses a shaman and four powerful Beastman Warriors."

"Yingfei, our tribe can do without this food, but we cannot let a stronger tribe that has a shaman and more Beastman Warriors than us dislike us."

Yingfei's lips twitched, but he ultimately lowered his head.

The Dong Sang chieftain sighed: "Are you trying to say we could go ask the Huoteng tribe for help?"

Yingfei suddenly lifted his head to look at his chieftain and nodded: "The Huoteng tribe said that if we encounter any danger, we can seek their aid."

"Did you save any of the Huoteng tribe's people?"

Yingfei shook his head: "No, but I..."

"But you went to deliver the news."

The Dong Sang chieftain continued.

Yingfei nodded.

"The aid of the Huoteng tribe is very important to us, but our assistance to them can only allow them to help us once; this opportunity is crucial, and we must not use it lightly.

"If we secure a slot in the later competition, we can ask the Huoteng tribe to help us find a plot of land in the forest across the river, so we may live under their protection.

"Don't you want to live in the forest across the river?"

Yingfei suddenly raised his head: "I do."

"I want to as well," said the Dong Sang chieftain: "So we must restore our relationship with the Snow Moon tribe, and if possible, we should help them obtain this competition's slot."

The Dong Sang chieftain sighed: "Get up; later, bring this food and come with me to the Snow Moon tribe."

In the cave of the Ma Ji tribe.

The Ma Ji chieftain, the Stone chieftain, and others sat happily in the cave.

"Stone, you did well—you fought the Snow Moon tribe and actually ended up friends; nicely done!"

The Stone chieftain gave a hehehe smirk: "That's right—I let out a yell and charged in, but before anyone could see me, I was kicked flying that far—what a good buddy; would I still dare to go up?"

He slapped his knee hard: "I immediately admitted defeat, then went forward grinning to talk—doesn't that mean the feelings just came about?"

"And Shaman Niluo even invited me into the cave to talk."

"Well done, haha! That Dong Sang guy still went up acting like he knew Shaman Niluo, but they just ignored him!"

Maji Chief rubbed his chin: "Shaman Yue, sir, since you want to obtain this competition's quota, then our tribe will lend them a hand."

If we obtain a quota in the later competition, we can ask the Huoteng Tribe to help us find a piece of land in the forest across the river, and live under their protection.

"You don't want to go live in the forest across the river?"

Yingfei suddenly lifted his head: "I want to."

"I also want to." Dongsang Chief said: "So we need to restore our relationship with the Snow Moon Tribe, and if possible, we want to help them obtain this competition's quota."

Dongsang Chief sighed: "Come on, later bring this food and go with me to the Snow Moon Tribe."

In the Maji Tribe's cave.

Maji Chief, Dashí Chief, and others happily sat in the cave.

"Dashí, you did great, you fought a battle with the Snow Moon Tribe and actually ended up becoming friends, well done!"

Dashí Chief gave a hehe hehe smirk: "That's right, at the time I let out an 'ao' and charged in, but before anyone could see me I was kicked flying that~far, what a buddy, then I'd still dare to go up?"

He slapped his knee hard: "I immediately admitted defeat, then went forward smiling and talking, isn't that how feelings develop?"

"That Shaman Yue, sir, also invited me into the cave to talk."