Chapter 562

But after all, they are companions who have constantly fought with me and survived many crises, so the healing shaman could only suppress his inner disdain and explain: "What I'm doing this trip to the Snow Tiger Tribe, you all know, and even because I pulled a bit on my relationship with the Huaxia Tribe's great shaman, that Wu Yue actually gave me a bamboo jar of shamanic medicine on her own."

Several poison shamans couldn't help but look at the healing shaman in surprise; they never expected this old guy to be such a shameless person—their previous relationship with the Huaxia Tribe's great shaman wasn't exactly good.

Facing his companions' contemptuous gazes, the healing shaman dry-coughed a few times with calm composure, then brushed it aside.

"Since the Huaxia Tribe's great shaman has a shamanic medicine that can reattach severed arms, perhaps he also has one that can restore vitality to your body."

The healing shaman gazed eagerly at the poison shamans, painting a big pie for them.

Upon hearing this, several shamans' eyes lit up; the miraculous act of restoring vitality not only drove the elderly poison shamans mad, but even these few old-timers were quite envious.

"Are you sure the Huaxia Tribe's great shaman has such miraculous shamanic medicine?"

The poison shaman's hunched body froze instantly, and scorching light flashed in his elderly eyes.

The healing shaman helplessly waved his hand, indicating that this old woman should calm down: "I certainly can't be certain, but if we want to obtain precious shamanic medicine from the Huaxia Tribe, we must maintain good relations with this Wu Yue of the Snow Tiger Tribe, after all we have no way to contact the Huaxia Tribe ourselves."

Having said that, he told the several shamans about the exchange matter he had previously mentioned to Wu Yue in the Snow Tiger Tribe.

"This is exactly what the beastman warrior just said; at the very least, based on what we see now, the Huaxia Tribe's shamanic arts, medicines, and items are things we have never seen before—not even our great shaman has them."

Upon hearing this, the several shamans were first stunned, then nodded in agreement.

The healing shaman stood up: "You go back to your own territories first; I will set out for the Snow Tiger Tribe tomorrow to take an oath together with Wu Yue."

The poison shaman sprang up as if wanting to say something; the healing shaman glanced at her indifferently: "I won't take you with me, and you'd better not provoke the Snow Tiger Tribe. Once our exchanges increase, I will naturally bring up your condition to Wu Yue."

"If you do something bad that ruins our relationship, I wouldn't mind replacing our team's poison shaman with a new one."

The poison shaman's sagging face twitched violently a few times, and he eventually lowered his head in reluctant compromise, unwillingly declaring he would not go to the Snow Tiger Tribe to cause trouble for its people.

Thereafter he stormed out of the healing shaman's stone house in a huff.

The healing shaman looked at the poison shaman's hunched figure, curled his lip in disdain, turned to his two companions behind him, and said: "Females really— the more wrinkles on their face, the more troubles they have."

Although Linhe Forest is poorer than the Yun Wu Shan Mai, as spring breezes bring vitality, the forest also clothes itself in a fresh layer of life at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The small animals in the forest have increased in number; although the danger for males going out to hunt has risen, the harvest has also grown.

In the Snow Tiger Tribe, Wu Yue looked at the butterfly before her that was aiming its proboscis at her, and felt that her whole self was off.

"Although I demanded my gu insects be good-looking, but directly conjuring a butterfly— is it meant for me to flutter about, or to flutter about?"

"Host, why not first try to refine this butterfly? Perhaps it will bring an unexpected surprise."

Wu Yue mobilized her internal poison shaman's shamanic power to wrap around the butterfly; the butterfly first struggled violently, seemingly trying desperately to break free of that intangible binding, but after a moment it gradually began to absorb the shamanic power Wu Yue transmitted, and the coloration on its body also began to change.

The butterfly's body shifted from colorful to a deep, somber purple; its mouthparts became sharp, and its pair of wings grew enormously large, so that when they flapped slowly they even produced a remarkably wonderful rhythm.

"How about it, host— what abilities does your first gu insect have?"

Wu Yue closed her eyes to feel for a moment, then, somewhat surprised, reached out to let the butterfly rest on the back of her hand: "The scales produced when this butterfly's wings flap can cause people to fall into a drowsy sleep."

"Its mouthparts can serve as a container, so future poisoning tasks can be left to it."

"Storing the toxin in its mouthparts, then using its sharp mouthparts to inject the toxin into a person's body, or dripping it into food and water, is far safer than their method of poisoning."

Having said that, she twitched her fingers slightly, and the deep-purple butterfly fluttered its wings to fly to the side above her ear, looking just like a lifelike butterfly hair ornament— mysterious and exuding an indescribable allure.

The healing shaman placed great importance on establishing a friendly cooperative relationship with the Snow Tiger Tribe; five days after the Beastman Warrior delivering the message from the Kuma Tribe departed, he arrived at the Snow Tiger Tribe, and indeed came down directly from the back of a flying beastman.

The little old man looked somewhat beast-dizzy; upon seeing Wu Yue and the others, the smile on his face revealed a hint of weakness.

"Shaman, you've worked hard; go rest in the house first— we can conduct the oath-taking tomorrow as well."

Upon hearing Wu Yue's words, the healing shaman also nodded and said: "I came ahead of time; I had the other beastmen bring the totem pole, and it will arrive a few days later."

Wu Yue heard this and smiled faintly: "No need to rush; safety is still paramount."

Looking at the smile on the young female's face before him, the healing shaman chuckled inwardly.

"You damned thing, you said within ten days— can I still tag along slowly with the convoy transporting the totem pole?"

"That must be to let you know my sincerity."

After another round of hollow pleasantries between the two, Teng Qian then led the healing shaman and several beastman warriors away to rest.

"Yue, the things you wanted are ready."

Seeing the healing shaman and the Kuma Tribe's beastman warriors depart, Yuan Lang, who had been waiting nearby for a moment, then walked over.

Wu Yue heard this and her eyes brightened: "Are the weapons also ready?"

Yuan Lang curled the corner of his mouth into a faint smile: "With us here, it's just a small weapon— naturally there's no problem."

Seeing the arrogance he could not conceal in his eyes, Wu Yue couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth: "People should still be modest."

Yuan Lang reached out with a big hand, grabbed a handful of her hair, and, meeting her white-eyed gaze, took her hand as they walked toward the house where the tribe holds its meetings.

At that moment in the conference room, besides Ying Ze and the already-returned Teng Qian brothers, there was also a pure human female.

Ayun saw Wu Yue and Yuan Lang Warrior walking in hand in hand, hurriedly rose to salute: "Wu Yue, Beastman Sir."

Wu Yue nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the stack of brown cloth in her hand: "Is it done?"