Chapter 572: Cut the crap, quickly strip the beast skin

Medicine Shaman's wrinkled old face flushed with anger—he was a noble-status shaman, yet this damned female actually made him, before all those weak tribes, strip down to just a loincloth beast skin?

Most importantly, those damned guys of the Kuma Tribe were watching with relish on the side; if I really stripped, they'd surely spread it to every tribe in the Yun Wu Shan Mai, and then how could I ever get by in the Yun Wu Shan Mai?

Wu Yue lazily poked her ears: "Is this excessive? What you've done to our tribe is far more excessive—cut the crap and hurry up and strip."

Medicine Shaman flared: "How can your lowly little tribe compare to the mighty Huo Teng Tribe?"

Wu Yue frowned: "Shut up already, strip or don't strip—quit all the talk."

"Maybe the Medicine Shaman is injured and can't do it himself; otherwise I'll go help?"

Yuan Lang said while pacing toward the Huo Teng Tribe crowd.

As his hands clasped, they emitted a creaking sound that made everyone's scalp go numb.

Wu Yue nodded: "Be careful, settle it quickly—we still have to go to the trade fair."

Yuan Lang quickened his steps, a few flashes bringing him beside an outer Huo Teng Tribe Beastman Warrior; he extended his iron arm, backhanded, and slammed the warrior to the ground. His free arm swung a few times, and the restrained warrior felt a chill, then was flung away by a great force.

Watching several of his own tribesmen be violently stripped bare in just a few breaths, the Medicine Shaman and the Beastman Warriors beside him stiffened.

He tossed the confiscated beast skins to Teng Qian and the others behind him, then Yuan Lang, face icy cold, lunged at another Beastman Warrior.

The targeted Beastman Warrior felt as if locked onto by some fierce beast, goosebumps rising all over his body; before being dragged off like a chick, he quickly shouted, "I'll do it myself!"

Having said that, he swiftly stripped off everything except his inner beast skin, plopped the pile onto the stone platform ahead, and gave Yuan Lang, watching not far away, a trembling, wobbly smile.

Teng Qian sucked his teeth—this smile really looked pathetic.

Afterward, aside from the Medicine Shaman, the remaining Huo Teng Tribe Beastmen, under Wu Yue and Yuan Lang's "lewd might," all chose to submit, each turning livid as they stripped down to just their inner beast skin.

The Medicine Shaman didn't stop them, after all, compared to being stripped naked and tossed out by some unknown-medicine‑taking Gold‑rank Beastman whose strength was abnormal, stripping himself still guaranteed he wouldn't get hurt.

Gazing at that narrow-waisted, broad-shouldered, long‑legged figure, Wu Yue clicked her tongue: "The males of this beast world really are top‑notch in physique management."

She withdrew her proper gaze from the males' pecs and abs, shifted it to the Medicine Shaman's wrinkled old face, gave a slight disdainful pout, and thought, "He's practically a control group."

"Medicine Shaman, do you also need help?"

Seeing Wu Yue unwilling to give him even a shred of face, actually making him, a shaman, strip his beast skin before everyone, the Medicine Shaman felt as if his head were about to ignite.

He glared hatefully at Wu Yue, and after a long while slowly began taking off his items one by one, handing them to the Beastman Warrior beside him.

Only when left with the precious cloth shaman's robe did he stop: "This shaman's robe isn't something a back‑country shaman like you could possess."

Wu Yue gave the robe a disgusted glance: "I don't want your worn‑out shaman's robe."

Primitive people don't wear underwear, so I certainly wouldn't want that robe.

Being so scorned by a lowly little tribe's shaman, the Medicine Shaman's face flushed red, and with a "pfft" he spat a mouthful of blood skyward before collapsing flat on his back.

Wu Yue: "..."

Are the shamans of mighty super‑tribes really this fragile?

The Huo Teng Tribe Beastman Warriors left with their shaman looking ashen, not only taking nothing of value but actually losing everything.

Watching the old rival depart, the Healing Shaman hummed pleasantly, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Wu Yue: "Tsk tsk tsk, Wu Yue, this Medicine Shaman isn't exactly broad‑minded; if you offend him, he'll surely badmouth you to the Huo Teng Tribe's chieftain and Grand Shaman, and then you'll probably run into trouble."

Having said that, he leaned in a bit closer: "How about it—do you need my help?"

Wu Yue smiled at him: "If you're helping, what do you need in return?"

The Healing Shaman's eyes sparkled as he rubbed his hands: "Ten copies of your defensive barrier shaman's curse would do—how about that?"

Wu Yue's mouth twitched wildly as he glanced at the small‑built, big‑appetited old man: "Do you know how precious that defensive shaman's curse is? I don't even have ten copies myself."

This little old guy just obsesses over my good stuff—are points free of charge?

With a regretful "bah bah", the Healing Shaman spread his hands: "Then all I can do is spread the word about how the Medicine Shaman shamelessly looted another tribe's belongings today."

Wu Yue laughed heartily: "Thanks for the shaman's help."

As they talked, they had already arrived at the stone platform where the items had been seized.

The Healing Shaman peered curiously at the beastskin bag lying there: "What's in here that made the Medicine Shamelessly grab it?"

Wu Yue walked over and opened the beastskin bag; inside were tightly bound bamboo jars.

He undid the grass rope on one bamboo jar, opened the lid, and said: "Give it a sniff."

The Healing Shaman stepped forward, took a gentle sniff, and in the next second his eyes lit up like a fire in the night: "Is this the seasoning for roasted meat?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Since the first time I ate roasted meat made with this seasoning, that Medicine Shaman has constantly urged me to prepare more; it seems this seasoning has brought him quite a few benefits."

The Healing Shaman gave her a complex look: "The benefits are certainly not small; before I came here, the chieftain also obtained some seasoning from the Huo Teng Tribe and offered it to the Grand Shaman."

According to the chieftain, just a palm‑sized amount of that seasoning had cost him twenty large beast pelts to acquire.

Hearing that, Wu Yue sucked in a breath: "Good grief, the Medicine Shaman's profit margin on this—thinking of what I charged him, I suddenly feel I've lost more than a hundred million."

"Teng Qian, grab a beastskin bag and load ten jars of seasoning for the shaman."

Beside them, the Healing Shaman, eyes drooling over the beastskin bag, stared blankly at the words, then looked expectantly and ecstatically at Teng Qian, who was in the midst of portioning out the seasoning.

When the Beastman finished loading the last jar of seasoning, he couldn't wait and reached out to take it: "Oh my, Wu Yue, you're being too generous—haha, I feel embarrassed."

Everyone: "..."

We really couldn't tell you were embarrassed at all.