Chapter 561: Like Old Tree Bark, the Wretched Old Hag

Wu Yue heard the words and instantly furrowed her brows: "Although I have received the blessings of the great shamans, I cannot pray to the greater great shamans for anything."

The Healing Shaman nodded: "If I had a request, I would naturally offer something very precious, but I cannot see the Huaxia great shamans, so I need you, Wu Yue, to speak for me."

Wu Yue looked at the shaman before her, who was already not young; this shaman was using very concrete benefits to exchange with herself for something invisible—it was obvious that, for now, the Healing Shaman was at a disadvantage.

Seeing her ponder, the Healing Shaman smiled: "You can think about this; once you've decided, I'll send a Beastman Warrior over in a few days—just tell him your decision. If you agree, I'll bring this year's totem pole then, and we'll swear an oath together to the Beast God."

Wu Yue had actually already agreed to the proposal in her heart, but since it concerned the Huaxia Tribe she had fabricated, she naturally could not agree so readily.

She nodded solemnly: "This matter concerns the Huaxia Tribe; please allow me a few days to consider before I give you my answer."

The Healing Shaman nodded; the totem pole was of no use to him, at most it could be exchanged for some items, but he had many other ways to exchange those items.

Therefore, using something useless to him to exchange for something greatly beneficial to him, he considered it very worthwhile.

After the Healing Shaman left, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang sat in their home's living room and began discussing this matter.

Unlike Wu Yue, Yuan Lang did not really agree with the conditions proposed by the Healing Shaman.

Yuan Lang looked at the little female sitting opposite, worry in their deep eyes: "Yue, I do not agree with your accepting the Healing Shaman's conditions; obtaining items from the Beast God also requires a price, and the price of that medicine that heals Ying Ze's arm is already great, let alone the fact that the Healing Shaman said it concerns life."

"Then what price will you have to pay to exchange?"

Wu Yue laughed while gripping the Beastman's large hand: "I'm not stupid; the other conditions are nothing, but regarding the matter that concerns his life, I can only say I'll do my best; if his conditions are beyond my ability, I naturally won't sacrifice myself to help him—I will make this clear beforehand, and also clear when we swear the oath, so as not to leave myself a calamity."

Looking at her smiling little face, Yuan Lang let out a soft breath, eyes fixed on her clear pupils: "Really, it won't cause you any harm, will it?"

Wu Yue nodded solemnly: "Definitely not; I'm only exchanging items with the Beast God, which does me no harm—you believe me."

Seeing that she seemed to have made up her mind, Yuan Lang, although still somewhat worried in heart, still nodded: "All right, I will gather more precious items and bring them back for you."

Wu Yue nodded happily: "Gathering more herbs or precious items from the forest to exchange for points will let me do even more."

A few days later, indeed a Gold-rank Beastman Warrior arrived at the Snow Moon Tribe's encampment; Wu Yue told him her decision and also mentioned the conditions she had previously discussed with Yuan Lang. The Beastman Warrior earnestly noted them, then, carrying the food Wu Yue had given him, turned straight back.

In the Ku Ma Tribe, within the Healing Shaman's territory, the Healing Shaman was entertaining three acquaintances in his stone house—the very shamans who had previously gone with him to the Polar Forest.

Among them, the Gu Shaman whose aged appearance was fully revealed was especially conspicuous, for compared with the other shamans, she was truly too old.

"Have you heard that the little brat called Wu Yue from the Snow Tiger Tribe is in the forest across the river?"

A gruff voice sounded in the house; the speaker was precisely the wizened Gu Shaman.

The Healing Shaman glanced at her, brows slightly furrowed: "The previous matter has nothing to do with Wu Yue; don't drag her into your affairs with the Huaxia great shamans—I still have use for her."

The Gu Shaman's face, like withered tree bark, twitched a few times as she sneered: "What do I dare do to her? She has already left her name with the great shamans."

Seeing her act in that weird, sarcastic manner, the two shamans beside her couldn't help but shake their heads in resignation.

The Gu Shaman's strength is closely tied to the gu worms she raises; especially, the more powerful the gu worms, the more spiritual power they contain for the Gu Shaman. The Gu Shaman's gu worms were killed in succession by the Huaxia shamans, and the loss of spiritual power is not trivial.

Although after returning to the tribe the great shamans also treated her, allowing her damaged spiritual power to recover, the degree of her bodily aging could not be restored.

Before, she looked merely like a somewhat gloomy middle-aged female; now she looks like an old grandma on the verge of meeting the Beast God.

Therefore, the Gu Shaman is very concerned about any news or people related to the Huaxia Tribe; even though her current strength cannot do anything to a great shaman, she seems unwilling to let pass any opportunity for revenge.

"We four have always cooperated, for several hundred years; we survived the earlier struggles, and in future struggles we must continue to cooperate—I do not want any of you to die because of something you do."

In this small team, the Healing Shaman still commands great prestige; he straightened his face to speak, the other three shamans solemnly nodded, even the resentful Gu Shaman kept a straight face and nodded to indicate they would not act rashly.

Just then, a weary Beastman Warrior's voice came from outside the house: "Shaman Sir, I'm back."

The Healing Shaman's stern face suddenly lit up with joy, and he loudly called for the Beastman Warrior to come in.

A Beastman Warrior weary all over hurried inside; he could sense the auras of the other three shamans in the room, but dared not glance at them casually.

He went straight to the middle of the room, bowed to the shamans, then respectfully said: "Shaman, Wu Yue has already agreed to your previous proposal; she also had me bring a condition."

Saying this, he then conveyed Wu Yue's condition to the Healing Shaman to hear.

The Healing Shaman nodded slightly: "What else did Wu Yue say?"

The Beastman Warrior nodded: "Wu Yue said that if you agree, you can bring the first totem pole over; if you disagree, there's no need to send another Beastman Warrior—she will already know your answer."

The Healing Shaman nodded, waved his hand to indicate he should leave: "Go eat some food and rest."

The Beastman Warrior bowed and withdrew.

At this moment, the other three shamans looked at him in puzzlement; the Gu Shaman's face darkened further: "Even though I don't seek trouble from the Snow Tiger Tribe's Wu Yue, I don't particularly like her either—yet you actually want to send her a totem pole?"

The Healing Shaman gave her a bland glance, inwardly snorting coldly.

That old hag's face is all wrinkled like old tree bark, yet she still meddles in her tribe's affairs—seeing her makes even the food taste bad.