Chapter 580: The Decision of the Two Clan Leaders

Originally calm, his face tightened with pain in the next second; those watching the Maji clan leader felt a jolt in their hearts.

Could it be that Shaman Yue sees the Maji clan leader's disrespect toward her and wants to kill him?

At that moment, a hint of fear appeared in everyone's eyes.

The Maji clan leader, however, was utterly shocked—he had never eaten salt without bitterness or impurities, such pure powder—could this really be salt?

For a moment he even doubted whether he was truly a beast.

Seeing the gradually similar gazes of those around, Shaman Yue gave a wry smile at the still dazed Maji clan leader: "Maji clan leader, is this really salt?"

After Shaman Yue called him back to his senses, the Maji clan leader's body trembled; upon realizing what he held, he became wholly excited.

He somewhat indiscreetly reached out and took the whole string of copper coins from a tribesman beside him: "Shaman Yue, I want to exchange this entire string of copper coins for such pure salt."

As the Maji clan leader's words fell, the open space before the small house fell instantly silent.

After a moment, the Dong Sang clan leader came to his senses, quickly stepped forward, snatched the pottery bowl from the Maji clan leader's hand, pinched the white powder that everyone had suspected was poison, and put it into his mouth.

After a brief grimace, this great tribe's leader also found it delicious—such pure salt was something they had never eaten before.

Thinking of the salt they had treasured, mixed with impurities and bitter in taste, both of their faces twisted.

They had truly lived a bitter life before.

Seeing the two leaders' reactions, the surrounding small and medium tribe members finally realized that the white powder was indeed salt, and moreover it appeared to be of excellent quality.

Their eyes also brightened involuntarily, and their gazes at the copper coins on the table grew fiery.

As long as they exchanged their brought goods for copper coins, their own tribe could also possess such pure salt.

"Shaman Yue, I'll come get some salt."

While everyone was in a frenzy over the snow‑white salt, a small voice sounded in the open space.

Everyone involuntarily turned their gaze that way, seeing a middle‑aged female holding a pottery bowl standing behind them; as their eyes fell on her, she even shrank back in fear.

Seeing this female, Shaman Yue glanced questioning at the male beside her.

The male hurriedly said: "Shaman Yue, this is the female responsible for preparing food for the slaves."

Shaman Yue frowned at the female: "Aren't the slaves' rations of salt supposed to be taken from the storehouse?"

The female bowed carefully: "I thought getting it here would be faster; after finishing the noon meal, I'll go to the storehouse in the afternoon to get more."

Hearing this, Shaman Yue nodded and had the people beside her pack some salt for the female.

The female left with the salt, unaware of how shocking her behavior seemed to the surrounding outside tribes.

"Shaman Yue, do the slaves in your tribe all eat such snow‑white salt?"

The Dong Sang clan leader looked at the salt in his hand and asked with a sour heart.

Shaman Yue nodded: "All the salt in our tribe is like this; everyone eats the same."

Everyone's feelings grew more complicated—good grief, how can the gap between people be so huge?

They had never imagined they would ever feel envy, jealousy, and hatred toward a group of slaves.

The two great tribes here envied the slaves for having pure salt to eat, while the smaller tribes behind them felt even more jealous.

Hey, those slaves still have to eat their meals at noon.

One by one, their eyes burned as they looked toward Shaman Yue, who was speaking with the two great tribe leaders; inexplicably they wanted to come to the Snow Moon Tribe as slaves.

Having confirmed that the white powder really was salt, everyone hesitated no longer, and they all queued up with their goods to begin exchanging.

That evening, after the Maji and Dong Sang clan leaders finished a day of exchanging and received a report from the Snow Moon Tribe's guards, they came to Shaman Yue's courtyard.

At that moment, fresh fruit was already laid out on the stone table, and Shaman Yue was sitting opposite Yuan Lang, saying something.

"The two clan leaders have arrived; please take a seat."

The two looked at the smiling Shaman Yue before them and couldn't help but feel: if this shaman belonged to their tribe, they would surely become the strongest tribe in this forest.

"Shaman Yue, the tribal competition is about to begin; I don't know which groups your tribe will send to participate?"

Shaman Yue looked at the two with puzzlement: "Can such a thing really be asked directly? Shouldn't this be each tribe's own secret?"

Seeing her doubtful expression, the Dong Sang clan leader laughed: "Since our three tribes have already agreed on the quotas for the coming years, we two tribes also want to ask whether the Snow Moon Tribe needs our help."

Shaman Yue, slightly surprised, glanced at the two: "You want to help our Snow Moon Tribe in the tribal competition?"

"You should know what we will face in this tribal competition, right?"

"This isn't like before, when the Teng Vine Tribe targeted us; this time the competition isn't just about facing ferocious beasts in the forest."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance, recalling what they had discussed on the road, and also made up their minds.

"Since our agreement comes first, our two tribes will not abandon our allies; we are now as one."

Faced with the mighty Teng Vine Tribe, they were naturally afraid, but thinking of the Snow Moon Tribe's mystery, plus Shaman Yue's ties with the Kumah Tribe, they felt that giving it their all might be possible—perhaps their tribe would later have a chance to go out.

Every tribe surviving in the Linhe Forest hopes to become strong enough to live across the Yun Wu Shan Mai, where food is richer—a place generations of Linhe Forest people have wanted to go.

Seeing the two's resolute gazes, Shaman Yue's lips curled slightly: "I'm very glad that the two clan leaders have chosen to advance and retreat together with our Snow Moon Tribe, facing the Teng Vine Tribe."

"If the Teng Vine Tribe weren't causing trouble, I would naturally also want your help, but now our struggle with the Teng Vine Tribe is no longer something ordinary Beastman Warriors can participate in."

She looked sternly at the two: "For this trip to the Yun Wu Shan Mai, I have made arrangements; even I myself will personally participate, and I will not bring any Beastman Warrior power below the Golden Rank."

"Letting them join would only be sending them to die pointlessly; the Teng Vine Tribe will show no mercy to my subordinates."

Hearing this, the Maji and Dong Sang clan leaders startled: "Not bringing anyone below Golden Rank means you can only..."

As they spoke, their gazes turned to the Beastman Warrior sitting calmly aside, drinking water.

As far as they knew, the Snow Moon Tribe seemed to have only this one Golden‑Rank Beastman Warrior.

Shaman Yue's expression inscrutable: "I have my own arrangements; before this, you two clan leaders need not get too close to us—keep your distance, and don't let the Teng Vine Tribe know of our agreement."

"If I, Shaman Yue, survive, I will certainly keep the promise and help you two."

"If I fail, you also need not pointlessly sacrifice your lives."