Chapter 574: Bad News

Wu Yue heard this and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly: "The miraculous thing is not our Snow Moon Tribe."

The healing shaman, upon hearing this, seemed to think of something, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Shaman, I don't know if your tribe has any cloud fruit?"

The healing shaman nodded: "Cloud fruit isn't very precious in the Yun Wu Shan Mai; in my territory, several tribes' territories have lots and lots of cloud fruit."

That fruit isn't edible; we just gather some to spread in the grass nests.

"If Wu Yue wants some, I can have the beastman warriors send some to you from time to time."

It's just an ordinary fruit that isn't very precious; giving some away doesn't bother him at all.

But seeing Wu Yue opposite shake her head: "We need lots and lots of cloud fruit; anything you can gather can be brought to our tribe to trade for goods, and can even be used to offset the cloth and candles you trade for."

"Of course, for cloud fruit, you need lots and lots to exchange for a piece of cloth and a candle."

Even though she said that, when the healing shaman heard that cloud fruit could be exchanged for cloth and candles, his eyes instantly lit up.

Heaven knows, although the few tribes on his territory gather not many cloud fruits, he can trade very few items with other shamans or tribes for them.

Using unwanted cloud fruit to trade for precious cloth and candles, he's really lucky.

As if fearing Wu Yue might change her mind, the two immediately began discussing the quantity of cloud fruit to exchange for cloth and candles.

When leaving the meeting room, whether it was Wu Yue or the healing shaman's entourage, they all returned to their own rooms full of joy.

"Shaman, let me bring a small team to handle this shipment of goods."

On the way, a beastman warrior with a sturdy build and strange patterns on his arms spoke up.

The healing shaman glanced at him with a smile: "Kulo, I brought you here this time so you can see the strength of other tribes; don't be like those brothers of yours who only rely on their tribe's strength to stir up trouble."

"Although you are the chieftain's son, since you're willing to follow me and learn, I will also lead you well."

"You've seen that I value my relationship with Wu Yue and her group, so I can entrust this shipment to you; but if you do poorly, you won't need to follow me anymore."

Although Kulo is the chieftain's son, the healing shaman doesn't care at all; in the Yun Wu Shan Mai, and even in any tribe, any tribesman can rely on the strength of the tribe and relatives to obtain a good life.

But if one wants to gain the tribe's esteem and others' respect, one must rely solely on one's own strength.

The beastman warrior named Kulo, his eyes firm: "Shaman, rest assured, I, Kulo, am not those brothers who only know how to eat food and roll in grass nests."

The healing shaman looked at the tall, strong beastman warrior before him and nodded satisfiedly.

Kulo is also a strong, talented beastman warrior in his tribe, so when he broke through to the Golden Rank, he received the Grand Shaman's infusion of shamanic power.

But for the beastman warriors of the tribe, becoming a Golden Rank beastman warrior is only a beginning.

No shaman doesn't want to become a Grand Shaman; beastman warriors are the same—every beastman warrior wants to break through to Golden Rank to gain evolutionary abilities, and even become the chieftain of a super tribe.

They are all striving hard for this goal.

The next day, the healing shaman took a group of beastman warriors and left.

They needed to go back to prepare the items for exchange, and then come to the Snow Moon Tribe to take the previously arranged cloth, seasonings, and candles.

The trade fair did not end because the Kuma Tribe and the Huo Teng Tribe left; at this moment, Wu Yue sat in a small pavilion in the courtyard, opposite her was the solemn-faced chieftain of the Dong Sang Tribe.

"Chieftain Dong Sang, do you mean that the tribal competition requires us to select participants to go to the opposite Yun Wu Shan Mai?"

Wu Yue frowned, not knowing why; upon hearing this news, she had a somewhat bad premonition.

The Dong Sang chieftain glanced at her, sighed, and said: "Yes, and I also only received this news today; I don't know why, but the Huo Teng Tribe actually proposed that this year's tribal competition be held in their territory."

Having said that, his gaze toward her became even more complex.

Wu Yue slightly furrowed her brows: "You mean this year it shouldn't have been held in the Huo Teng Tribe's territory?"

The Dong Sang chieftain nodded: "In the Yun Wu Shan Mai, there are not just the Huo Teng and Kuma tribes as super tribes; the Huo Teng beastman who told me the news said the tribal competition originally should have been held in another super tribe's territory, but the Huo Teng Tribe took it away."

"The Huo Teng Tribe beastman who told him the news?"

Wu Yue's mind conjured an image of an extraordinarily sturdy beastman.

"Can the place for the competition actually be changed so casually?"

The Dong Sang chieftain nodded: "I've heard that the tribal competition is to have all participants enter a designated forest to hunt and gather; the tribe that obtains the most items becomes first place and receives a grant."

"Moreover, the items gathered in the competition only need to be handed over half to that super tribe; the rest can be taken away, so these super tribes are not very keen on holding the competition in their own territory."

"Such an unbeneficial thing, the Huo Teng Tribe actually scrambled to hold it, and it happened after the Medicine Shaman returned to the tribe."

Wu Yue's face turned icy; she had already guessed something.

"Looks like that old coot Medicine Shaman put in a lot of work here."

Hearing Wu Yue actually call the Medicine Shaman an old coot directly, the Dong Sang chieftain's face twitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Can he just pretend he didn't hear it?"

"For such an unbeneficial thing, the Huo Teng Tribe actually scrambled to do it; surely that old coot Medicine Shaman said something in the tribe's upper echelons, so it looks like their participation in this tribal competition will be dangerous."

The Dong Sang chieftain shifted uneasily: "Lady Wu Yue, I think this is definitely aimed at your Snow Moon Tribe; your tribe only has one Golden Rank beastman warrior, facing powerful super tribes is surely dangerous, so you'd better not participate in this competition."

"If you lose your life over a totem pole, then you have no chance at all of becoming a Golden Rank beastman."

Seeing Wu Yue look at him somewhat surprised,

The Dong Sang chieftain gave a bitter smile: "We're just a small tribe; we'll just make up the numbers when the time comes, and we don't worry about being targeted by super tribes."

"I came today to tell you these things, also at the request of the Huo Teng Tribe beastman who gave me the news; I also think he's right, and I hope you can give it some thought."

Wu Yue nodded: "Still, thank you."

She took from the basket on the stone table two white, finger‑wide, strip‑like objects and pushed them to the Dong Sang chieftain: "Thank you for telling us this important news; please, hand it to your subordinates."