Chapter 541

Wu Ke glanced at her, but said nothing, lowering his eyelids and continuing to chew the wilted wild vegetables in his hand.

"How much longer do we have before we can return to the tribe?"

A female's cold, eerie voice echoed in the cave; in this dark cave it sounded especially sinister.

But Wu Ke merely lifted his eyelids, thought for a moment, then said: "It will still take three or four days."

Niluo heard this and fiercely furrowed her brows; three or four more days—that isn't saying she'll have to live in such a filthy, stinking cave for the next three or four days, enduring a life worse than a pig's, is it?

"Speed up; I never want to stay in such a cave again."

"Even if it were only this day, she couldn't bear it."

Wu Ke fell silent for a moment: "Shaman, our tribe cannot do without you; everything I do is for your safety."

He did not agree; as a Beastman Warrior, Wu Ke knew how terrifying the Beastman Warriors' sense of smell was—if not masked by a strong odor, Shaman Moon and the Beastman Warriors beside her would have likely discovered them already.

Niluo glared fiercely at Wu Ke; although full of anger, thinking of her own life, she merely snorted twice, then covered her mouth and nose with the animal hide on her body, leaned against the cave wall, and closed her eyes.

She was exhausted; since she began cultivating the gu worms, she had never properly rested, then fought Wu Yue, then fled, and now, leaning against the stone wall, fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide, even the foul smell in the cave was no longer unbearable.

Seeing Niluo asleep, Wu Ke, who was keeping watch at the cave entrance, also couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Finally quiet, he suddenly felt a bit grateful that Niluo had previously looked down on him.

In the tribe, slaves attended to her, so he felt that all of Niluo's many habits and demands were justified; as a Shaman, asking for more was nothing.

But now he felt that such a female was truly hard to tolerate; he would rather find a few ordinary females—obedient and docile, needing no care from him, just needing daily food.

The two fled all the way in panic, unaware that, because of that old man's obstruction, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang had not pursued them but instead returned to the Snow Moon Tribe.

Early the next morning, the Beastfolk slaves from Wu Ke's tribe, who had slept crowded in a grass hut, were awakened by the males tasked with guarding them.

"The tribesmen are all up preparing to go hunt and gather; you slaves are still sleeping—get up and get to work!"

Shouting at the slaves before them, the males felt some satisfaction; earlier they had been uneasy and fearful due to Wu Ke's tribe's attack, and if it weren't for the Shaman Sir and the Beastman Warriors returning, they wouldn't have known what would happen; now seeing the Wu Ke tribe slaves begging for mercy at their feet, their joy was indescribable.

Ying Ze and the others watching the excitement from afar also did not stop them; these slaves had once been ordinary tribespeople, living decently in the tribe, but now they had become slaves of the Snow Moon Tribe and probably couldn't switch identities so quickly.

If the tribespeople tidy up, they'll become much more obedient.

The place where we previously dug earth to build houses has a large grassland; the grass there is too thick, and being close to the tribe, snake beasts and poisonous insect beasts often run into the tribe—several young ones have already been bitten, and even elders and females have been injured because of it; let's take them to clear that land.

Teng Kun pointed to the outside of another gate and said.

Ying Ze nodded: "Sure, the place is also large; it should be enough for the Shaman to plant things."

The males of the Snow Moon Tribe furtively glanced at their own Beastman Sir; seeing that he did not stop them from clearing out these little bits of trash from Wu Ke's tribe, they exchanged glances and gave a hehehe laugh.

"Take them to clear the long grassland outside the tribe."

Ying Ze spoke up.

Several males in charge of guarding straightened their chests, shouting and driving the Wu Ke tribe males toward the long grassland.

Meanwhile, the two males previously summoned by Yuan Lang were diligently weeding the courtyard of Shaman Moon Sir and, along the area the Beastman Sir had marked out the day before, were turning the soil.

"Shaman Moon Sir is really strange; other tribes' shamans sit quietly in caves, mysterious and unknown what they're doing, but Shaman Moon Sir likes to plant wild grasses—aren't those wild grasses everywhere in the forest?"

The male, panting as he dug the ground, whispered to his companion nearby.

"In your eyes they're weeds, but in Shaman Moon Sir's eyes they're medicinal herbs that can heal and save lives; we two are now working diligently for Shaman Moon Sir—who knows, if she's pleased she might keep us on."

The injured male's face bore hope; compared to the tribespeople, the two of them are already quite well off.

Shaman Moon had just stepped out of the house when she saw two unfamiliar males holding wooden sticks, busy in this courtyard; that plot of land was exactly where she intended to plant medicinal herbs and wild vegetables.

"Shaman Moon Sir."

The two males, seeing her come out, hurriedly performed a respectful salute, feeling nervous, after all this was the first time they had been this close to Shaman Moon Sir.

Wu Yue raised her eyebrows at the two: "Are you from Wu Ke's tribe?"

They nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Yuan Lang Sir sent us to till your courtyard."

The injured male trembled as he pointed to the land behind him, speaking softly.

Since Yuan Lang had sent them, Wu Yue nodded and didn't ask further, merely amusedly looking at the two men's wooden sticks: "You're using these to till the soil?"

Seeing that she showed no sign of disgust, the two males involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief: "We... we don't have claws..."

The male beside him changed expression slightly and hurriedly said: "Although we lack claws, we will work hard."

Wu Yue smiled and waved her hand: "This isn't about claws; go find some stones suitable for making stone tools first, and I'll teach you to craft a tilling implement."

"Tools?"

The two repeated this unfamiliar term, feeling dazed—what is that?

Seeing their request, Wu Yue smiled and pointed to the wooden sticks in their hands: "It's a kind of stone tool for tilling the soil."

The two males exchanged astonished glances: "Aren't stone tools for hunting? How can they be used for tilling?"

The Shaman is truly amazing.

Having received Wu Yue's orders, the two hurriedly scrambled out of the courtyard and found a male busy in the open space.

Seeing that they were from Wu Ke's tribe, the male was about to lose his temper, but upon hearing the two say that Shaman Moon Sir had ordered them to come find stones for making stone tools, although he still disliked them, he eventually brought them to the pile of stones.

When the two returned with the stones to the courtyard, Shaman Moon was already sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast—fragrant cornmeal pancakes with rich meat soup, causing the two males to drool wildly.

"This is too fragrant; previously our chieftain and Niluo the Shaman had never eaten such delicious food, right?"

Thinking of how the Wu Ke chieftain and Niluo the Shaman used to eat bloody raw meat and those fruits, the two once again felt the beauty of coming to the Snow Moon Tribe.

They were ordinary members of the Snow Moon Tribe; who knows, maybe later they'd be allotted such tasty food—just thinking about it is wonderful.

Seeing the two return, Wu Yue rose, pinched two palm-sized cornmeal cakes, walked out, and tossed them to the two: "Eat some food first; later I'll teach you to grind stone tools."

"M... ours?"

The two fumbled to catch the flying cornmeal cakes, their eyes wide; just moments ago they were thinking that if they contributed more they might be allocated some, but now it was already in their mouths.

"Thank you, Shaman Moon Sir!"

Wu Yue casually waved her hand: "Hurry up and eat; once the cornmeal cakes cool they won't taste good."

"So delicious!"

Chomp chomp!

At this moment, an idea suddenly sprang into their minds: if Yuan Lang Sir had taken out corn cakes to let them join the Snow Moon Tribe back then, they would have surely agreed right away.

No, how could I be such a male? We're not the kind of people who would sell out the tribe for just a corn cake, but...

The corn cake is really delicious~

Seeing the two of them finish a corn cake in two bites, then looking at me hopefully, Wu Yue's mouth twitched wildly. "Don't look at me—I definitely won't give you any more; eating two in one bite is too exaggerated, okay."

Wu Yue examined the stones the two had brought, pointing at two of them and said, "These two stones will do; sharpen this end, just grind these two sides."

The uninjured male looked at the two stones, each only as long as a female's arm, patted his chest, and said, "Shaman Wu Sir, leave the stone tool making to me; I can do it alone, quickly."

The injured male also nodded in agreement: "Shaman Wu Sir, don't look at his scrawny frame, but the stone tools he makes are the best in our tribe—even Beastman Warriors bring him food to have him craft stone tools."

Wu Yue glanced at the male in surprise, nodding approvingly: "Good work, you've performed well; once you've made sufficient contributions to the tribe, I will reward you handsomely."

Hearing this, the two males felt their blood boil; the Shaman Sir would never deceive them, and in an instant they felt the future was bright.

After the excitement faded, seeing his companions already busy while he stood there unsure what to do, he felt a bit apprehensive, about to ask Shaman Wu Sir what he could do, when he saw this Shaman Sir walk out holding a burning stick.

"Bring over the sticks you just used to turn the soil."

Seeing he had something to do, the male hurriedly fetched the stick.

Wu Yue used another burnt black twig to draw two circles on the thick ends of the two sticks, then handed him the burning stick: "Use this burning stick to burn through the circles I drew; we'll need it later."

The male nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Having said that, he eagerly raised the burning stick and began to work.

Wu Yue chuckled, rubbing her nose; these people's nature is truly simple and honest.

After all, the males often ran and hunted in the forest, so their strength and stamina were great; Wu Yue went into the hut to prepare some medicinal powders for the upcoming trip to the Wuke Tribe, having only prepared two kinds when she heard the two males calling her from outside.

"Done?"

Looking at the two males' hands holding the very smooth stone tools and sticks, Wu Yue blinked in surprise; they had not only made them, but made them quite exquisite.

"Insert the narrower end through the hole burned in the stick, then tamp it down tightly with a stone."

She said while taking a stick and a stone tool to give them a demonstration; in a moment, a simple hoe was ready.

The two males stared at the unfamiliar stone tool, looking bewildered: "Can this dig the soil? How do you use it?"

Wu Yue dragged the newly made hoe to where the two had previously turned the soil, swung it down and then up, and a large chunk of earth was turned over.

The two males standing beside her unconsciously opened their mouths wide: "This... is too amazing!"

"Is this stone tool something you, Shaman Wu Sir, came up with?"

Wu Yue shook her head upon hearing that: "This was devised by our tribe's people long ago; we've been growing our own food for a very long time."

She handed the stone tool to the male beside her: "With this stone tool, you'll work much faster."

Having said that, she turned and went back to continue preparing her medicinal powders; she had to kill that little trash Niluo, and the preparations must be done properly—no slacking.

On the other side, the Wuke Tribe folks brought by Ying Ze and the Snow Moon Tribe males to the so-called Long Grass Plain stared at the expanse of grass taller than themselves, bewildered.

Good grief, this place is practically the turf of poison insect beasts and snake beasts.

They all looked hopefully at Ying Ze and the guarding males, wondering if this wasn't a ploy to get them killed.

Ying Ze glanced at the male from his own tribe standing nearby: "Hand out the medicinal powders to them."

The male nodded respectfully, then took down the basket he'd been carrying on his back and walked toward the Wuke Tribe folks: "This contains medicinal powder to repel poison insect beasts and snake beasts; it's precious, each person gets only one packet—just put it in your animal-skin clothing, or else... humph!"

Those dark little eyes scared the Wuke Tribe males so much their sphincters tightened; "You're just talking, why humph? So scary!"

Although they complained inwardly, their actions in receiving the medicinal powder packets became more careful.

Moreover, a male brought the packet to his nose and sniffed; immediately a somewhat pungent smell emanated from the packet.

The male grimaced as he stuffed the packet into his chest, still worried and unable to stop doubting: "Does this packet really work?"

"Alright, pack the medicinal powder; your task is to pull out all the grass on this plot—don't slack off, or if you don't finish, you'll have nothing to eat."