Chapter 551: Doubts About the Snow Moon Tribe

Boss, how does it feel? Isn't it really refreshing? Lan

Yuan Lang's deep eyes glanced lightly, looking at his own reckless deputy: "Not bad, next time you try it."

Teng Qian, gloating, had the corner of his mouth stiffen: "Good buddy, can we still be happy friends? Boss, your hostility toward me is really too strong."

Has Yue come back?

Three beastfolk shook their heads: "No, there are still three days until the time Yue said; if she doesn't come back by then, we'll go look for her."

Yuan Lang pressed his lips tightly; only he himself knew the anxiety in his heart, constantly clamoring to go look for Yue.

His distinct-knuckled large hand suddenly clenched; now he is only one opportunity away from breaking through to Golden Rank Beastman.

Yue, we agreed, you must come back to see me become a Golden Rank Beastman... Lan

Shaman, the Snow Moon Tribe is just ahead; should we go straight in?

A rough voice rang out in the forest; the speaking beastman turned his head respectfully to speak to the Medicine Shaman on his back.

Among the three beastman warriors following behind them, Aman's expression was very gloomy.

He was extremely angry at the Medicine Shaman's treatment of the group led by Shaman Yue, who had saved him and Rourou.

Shaman, the Snow Moon Tribe's beastman warriors and Shaman Yue have not left their territory; the death of Niluo the shaman has nothing to do with them. If you barge straight into the Snow Moon Tribe's territory like this, they will surely be furious.

Hmph!

The Medicine Shaman's originally calm face turned dark instantly upon hearing Aman's words: "Aman, you're eating the tribe's food but thinking about another tribe's affairs." Lan

Even if the Snow Moon Tribe gets angry, what can they do?

Do they really dare to oppose our mighty Huo Teng Tribe, these little Snow Moon Tribe folks?

Having said that, he disappointingly glanced at Aman's grim face: "You're no longer worthy of my grandson Rourou like this; let's postpone talking about your mating until we return to the tribe."

Aman's chest heaved violently, but upon seeing the Medicine Shaman's grim expression, he ultimately chose silence.

But he knew deep down that if Rourou were here, she would certainly stand beside him.

As they approached, the patrolling males of the Snow Moon Tribe also noticed their traces.

This is the Snow Moon Tribe's territory; who are you? Get out at once! Lan

Several males gripped sharp stone tools, their expressions icy as they shouted.

Go notify Shaman Yue and a few beastman warriors that the Medicine Shaman of the Super Tribe or Huo Teng Tribe has arrived; have them come out to greet us.

The beastman carrying the Medicine Shaman spoke arrogantly.

The patrol squad leader glanced at them for a moment, gave some instructions to his nearby teammates, then turned and ran toward the tribe.

Wait here; without the orders of the shamans and beastman sirs, you may not approach!

The Medicine Shaman patted the beastman's shoulder in front of him: "Let me down to rest."

Although he doesn't like Shaman Yue and their trouble‑making tribe, he does love the seasoning the Snow Moon Tribe uses for their barbecue; if he could exchange more of it back, even if a shaman died and he lost the Great Shaman's blessing, he could make up for it through the seasoning trade. Lan

Thinking this, his formerly gloomy face actually showed a long‑absent kind smile.

Meanwhile, Aman beside him had a bad feeling, always sensing that the Medicine Shaman was scheming something.

He frowned and lowered his head, hiding the determination in his eyes.

After receiving the patrol squad leader's news, Teng Qian quickly ran toward the edge of the territory.

Upon seeing that kind‑smiling elderly pure‑blood, he immediately knew his identity; a few steps forward, they came before the Medicine Shaman and bowed: "We didn't expect the Shaman Sir to come; Teng Qian's welcome was late. Please follow me to the tribe to eat some food and fruit."

Seeing only one beastman come to greet him, the Medicine Shaman's smile gradually faded; the beastman warrior who had been carrying him shouted angrily: "The Shaman Sir has come to your tribe, yet you sent only a beastman warrior who isn't even Golden Rank to greet him?

Where are Shaman Yue and the other beastman warriors?" Lan

Teng Qian coldly glanced at the shouting beastman warrior, then explained to the Medicine Shaman: "Shaman Yue early this morning led the people out to gather herbs and food; two beastman warriors went to protect them, one beastman stayed in the tribe to prepare food for you, so only I came over."

Shaman Yue went out?

The Medicine Shaman frowned.

Teng Qian's big eyes blinked innocently: "Yeah, after breakfast they went out; we don't know when they'll return, so I came first to take you to the tribe to rest."

Teng Qian's honest, simple appearance made the Medicine Shaman's doubts fade somewhat as he looked at this beastman.

He gave an indifferent nod: "Yeah, let's go."

Just as his words fell, the beastman who had spoken arrogantly to Teng Qian stepped forward and bowed; looking at the indifferent old geezer slumped on the beastman's back, Teng Qian secretly despised him. Lan

They're about to go serve the beast god, yet they're still shouting here in front of me; Shaman Yue said the Medicine Shaman was very kind, but now it's all just an act.

No way; when Yue and the others return, I will surely expose this old geezer's true face.

After the group arrived at the tribe's clearing, they saw a tall beastman warrior directing the dull‑witted ones as they roasted fragrant food, with several kinds of fresh fruit placed on the animal‑skin mat spread on the ground.

Not to mention the Huo Teng Tribe's beastman warriors, even the Medicine Shaman slumped on the tribespeople's backs couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In this lean season, there actually is fresh fruit to eat; I don't know where the Snow Moon Tribe got it from.

Moreover...

The Huo Teng Tribe group felt as if a ferocious beast were lodged in their stomachs, constantly issuing hungry roars. Lan

That barbecue is really too fragrant.

Compared to our tribe's barbecue, it's much better, the color is nice, not pitch black.

Aman's mouth twitched; compared to the Snow Moon Tribe's food, his own tribe's could hardly be called food.

That pile of golden‑yellow, palm‑sized food stacked like a little hill on the wooden board was steaming hot; when the forest wind blew, the sweet aroma instantly filled everyone's nostrils.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Aman seemed to hear the sound of his clansmen's saliva flowing; it really made his beast face turn red.

Ying Ze, who was shouting to have the tribespeople prepare food, saw Teng Qian return; his gaze first fell on the elderly pure‑blood carried on the beastman's back, and he quickly stepped forward to bow: "Snow Moon Tribe's Ying Ze, I greet the honored Medicine Shaman; the food is ready, please come with your people to eat." Lan

Having said that, he stepped aside to clear the path to the animal‑skin mat.

The Medicine Shaman's eyes lit up; he rarely smiled and nodded: "Yeah, you're good."

Having said that, he somewhat hurriedly patted the shoulder of the beastman beneath him: "What are you standing there for? Hurry over."