Chapter 583: Give Some Salt, Eh?

Facing the Beastman Warrior's overbearing behavior, the East Mulberry Clan Leader merely smiled and nodded: "If the Shaman Sir needs it, just take it; where could we get the Beastman Sir to hunt for us?"

The Beastfolk completely ignored his words, picked up the beast‑skin bag and returned to the Herbal Shaman's side, saying nothing more.

The East Mulberry Clan Leader clenched his jaw; if before he had merely taken the tribe's side in the dispute between the Snow Moon Tribe and the Huo Teng Tribe.

But now, personally, he also wanted Wu Yue to thoroughly thrash those Huo Teng Tribe folks.

The Herbal Shaman seemed not to have noticed his own Beastman Warrior's overbearing conduct, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at the East Mulberry Clan Leader: "East Mulberry, I heard you get along well with the Snow Moon Tribe; in this tribal competition, are you few planning to join forces?"

The East Mulberry Clan Leader's heart jolted, he looked solemnly at the Herbal Shaman: "Shaman, I previously kept good relations with you, not because you like the Snow Moon Tribe's seasoning, right?"

Saying this, he chuckled and pointed to the beast‑skin bag in the Beastman Warrior's hand: "Otherwise, where could I exchange for so much seasoning?"

The Snow Moon Tribe actually dared to be disrespectful to you, and Wu Yue even got physical with you; you've looked after our East Mulberry Tribe so well, I also want to get as much seasoning as possible for you.

Saying this, even his resolute face showed a somewhat pitiful expression.

Seeing this, the Herbal Shaman shuddered; for such a burly Beastfolk to make such a feminine expression really made the meat in his mouth almost come back up, and even his eyes felt hot.

He waved his hand in disdain: "I doubt you'd dare to secretly get friendly with the Snow Moon Tribe behind my back; did Wu Yue tell you what plans they have for this tribal competition?"

The East Mulberry Clan Leader frowned, thought for a moment, then said solemnly: "I seem to have heard one of their Beastman Warriors complain that Wu Yue only brought one Beastman Warrior along, but she herself would also go."

The Herbal Shaman's eyes lit up; his body, originally leaning against the stone wall, straightened on its own: "You're saying Wu Yue, that little bastard, will also take part in this tribal competition?"

Upon hearing this, the East Mulberry Clan Leader secretly curled his lip: "You're the little bastard; your whole tribe are little bastards."

But on the surface he said respectfully: "That's what I heard."

The Herbal Shaman nodded satisfactorily, a smile finally appearing on his aged face: "All right, hahaha!"

East Mulberry, as long as your tribe obeys, I, the Huo Teng, will not let you suffer loss; from now on, the strongest tribe in Linhe Forest will surely be yours.

The East Mulberry Clan Leader's eyes brightened, he exclaimed joyfully: "Thank you, Shaman Sir; our East Mulberry Tribe will surely keep a close watch on the Snow Moon Tribe."

Having said that, his face somewhat dejected, he glanced up at the Herbal Shaman; that hesitant expression fell into the Herbal Shaman's eyes, who, at that moment pondering how to kill Wu Yue, replied in a good mood: "Just say what you have to say, like a female."

The East Mulberry Clan Leader's companion, sitting by the fire roasting meat, pursed her lips: "We females aren't that ugly; blaming everything on females, pah!"

The East Mulberry Clan Leader spoke bitterly: "Originally I had hoped that, when participating in the tribal competition, we could team up with the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warriors to give the Snow Moon Tribe a lesson; I never expected that all who went were powerful Gold‑rank Beastman Warriors—we might not even be able to match a single finger of theirs."

A look of wanting to share the Huo Teng Tribe's and Herbal Shaman's worries, yet being powerless.

The East Mulberry Clan Leader's companion's hand trembled while roasting meat, the fragrant meat almost fell into the fire.

She furtively glanced at her companion, who was still pretending and wiping away tears, and her heart could not help but rise with boundless admiration for Wu Yue.

Look! Look!

Who said females can only gather and bear children? Wu Yue Sir is clearly a powerful female—just look at her companion; after only a few days of getting along with Wu Yue Sir, she's become this good at pretending, to the point that even her companion is about to be taken in by her act.

The Herbal Shaman chuckled and waved his hand: "Just go catch some game; if you run into Snow Moon Tribe folks, it's best to stay far away, got it?"

The East Mulberry Clan Leader's heart jolted, yet his face showed moved nods: "Yes, Shaman, I understand."

Not only the East Mulberry Tribe, but at this very moment the Ma Ji Tribe is experiencing the same thing.

If the Herbal Shaman and the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warriors from the Ma Ji Tribe could video‑chat, they'd see how similar the two chiefs' performances are; although the information they reveal differs, that fawning manner smacks of overacting.

But at this moment, those of the Huo Teng Tribe who are plotting how to kill the Snow Moon Tribe's squad have no mind to spare for these two insignificant little tribes.

The various fruits and wild vegetables in the forest began to ripen, the game grew fatter, and finally all the tribes in Linhe Forest received notice from the envoy sent by the Super Tribe across the river: the tribal competition is about to begin.

At this moment, Wu Yue held a piece of beast skin etched with strange symbols, gazing at the little old man sitting opposite her, smiling faintly.

"Shaman, I'm just delivering a message; sending a Beastman Warrior over would have sufficed—why did you come yourself?"

The Healing Shaman chuckled twice: "You crafty little female, I've heard that your tribe has a salt as pure as winter snowflakes, yet you never told me—really not cool."

Having said that, he moreover lecherously squeezed his eyes.

Wu Yue swallowed, steadying her faintly churning stomach acid, and gave a dry laugh: "This salt is precious to mid‑small tribes, but to a mighty Super Tribe it's nothing."

The Healing Shaman glared at her unhappily: "If it were just the coarse salt we eat, that'd be fine—we have plenty—but yours is snow‑flake salt; how could it be the same?"

Wu Yue opened her mouth to say something else, but the Healing Shaman lifted his chin: "No, I don't care; you must give me more of this snow‑flake salt."

Wu Yue gave a wry smile: "This salt isn't something you just have if you want it; we brought some stock, but it's only enough for our tribe to eat, and for trade there really isn't much left."

The Healing Shaman waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it; just give me one carrying basket, that'll do—I don't want much."

"I, this Shaman, personally came to deliver the Beastskin Totem for the tribal competition—surely that's worth a basket of salt?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue chuckled and nodded: "The Shaman is a precious person whose valuable items can't be exchanged; how could salt compare? I'll allocate two baskets of salt for you."

The Healing Shaman's smile lines instantly deepened; "Ah, you little female Wu Yue, you really know how to play the game."