Chapter 587: Red Grass Tribe?

Boss, after my careful consideration, this kind of showy thing is still suitable for you to do; I'm old, afraid that if something goes wrong I'll embarrass you.

Wu Yue: "..."

You're really talented!

Yuan Lang didn't refuse; after several days of nonstop travel, everyone was indeed somewhat fatigued and now needed a place to rest properly.

He walked forward at a leisurely pace, without emitting any powerful aura, but as the beastfolk saw his calm, indifferent expression, their hearts suddenly tightened and an indescribable feeling of suffocation washed over them.

The unusually tall and muscular beastfolk, seeing that the beastman warrior sent by the other side was not as sturdy as just now, showed a hint of contempt on his face.

"You scrawny little beastfolk, come take a punch from Bear Grandpa."

He said, letting out a roar as he swung a punch, aiming straight at Yuan Lang's angular face.

"Oh ho, it seems the boss's face is still as hate‑provoking as ever—look, he slapped you in the face right away."

Teng Qian pulled at Ying Ze's shoulder and said, eager for the spectacle, not minding if things got bigger.

Yuan Lang curled the corner of his mouth into a mocking arc, extended his right hand forward, and easily gripped the incoming huge fist; then his arm muscles tensed, and the beastfolk who had just been shouting arrogantly was lifted up.

Amid the startled cries of the surrounding tribes, he flung the beastfolk away as if tossing a stone.

Watching the beastfolk disappear into the forest, the tribespeople all swallowed their saliva, gave the few of them an embarrassed yet polite smile, and then wished their old mother would grow eight legs so they could scurry back home.

Yuan Lang flexed his arm; this beastfolk must have been fed a lot of food, because it really had some weight.

He turned his head to look at Teng Qian, who was peeking from behind Ying Ze, and said: "Go in and tidy up Shandong."

Teng Qian's eyes lit up at the words; this was right up his alley.

Striding back with big, cheerful steps, in just a moment the three of them packed the beastfolk's belongings that had been left here into beast‑skin bundles and placed them at the cave entrance.

The next day, when they came out of the cave again, those beast‑skin bundles were already gone.

These past few days, the Huo Teng Tribe seemed unaware that we had arrived; aside from the beastfolk who had earlier guided us and the beastman warriors who had patrolled, they actually hadn't seen any of their own people.

It was not until the eleventh day of their stay on this clearing that a high‑status pure‑blooded male named Yi Ge finally appeared.

"Beastman warriors of all tribes, the tribal competition will begin in two days. First, let me explain this year's competition rules and what you cannot do."

"In the forest there are scout beastfolk sent by our several super‑tribes; if anyone among you violates the super‑tribes' regulations, they will be immediately taken out of the competition forest."

"And they will be barred from participating for the next three years. Alright, get ready."

The middle‑aged Pure Person finished speaking and then left under the protection of the beastman warriors.

The surrounding tribes departed in twos and threes, while Wu Yue and the others were about to head back to the cave when a shadow fell ahead of them.

They looked up and saw the tall, sturdy beastfolk who had been driven out of the cave a few days earlier standing before them, with a dozen or so beastman warriors around him, all gazing at them with sinister expressions.

"Was it you who seized the cave that belongs to our tribe?"

Behind the tall beastfolk stood a well‑proportioned, long‑haired beastfolk who spoke up.

Yuan Lang glanced at him indifferently and said, "If you lose, you leave—that's the rule."

The long‑haired young beastfolk gave a cold sneer, scanned them, and said, "The tribal competition is about to start; there's no need to retake the cave now. Which tribe are you from?"

Yuan Lang curled the corner of his mouth slightly: "Red Grass Tribe."

The long‑haired young beastfolk gave him a sinister look: "Fine, Red Grass Tribe—we'll see each other at the tribal competition; just don't die too early."

Until the young beastfolk walked away, the few of them slowly headed back to the cave.

Wu Yue looked dubiously at the beastfolk beside her and asked, "Yuan Lang, what is the Red Moon Tribe?"

The beastfolk replied calmly, "Oh, it seems to be a tribe from the Herbal Shaman's territory that came to join the tribal competition; we ran into them a few days ago."

Wu Yue: "..."

Teng Qian, Teng Kun, Ying Ze: "..."

"Boss, your talent for tricking people without changing your expression is getting more and more proficient."

Wu Yue silently reached out and gave Yuan Lang a thumbs‑up gesture meaning "you're awesome."

A few days passed in the blink of an eye; the sun had just risen, and all the tribes that had come to participate in the tribal competition had already packed their belongings and gathered on the clearing.

The middle‑aged Pure Person who had announced the rules earlier appeared again, and behind him stood a group of beastman warriors radiating heavy pressure.

"Next, you will be taken to the other side of the Huo Teng Tribe's territory, where the tribal competition will begin; the victorious tribe will receive a infusion of magical power from our tribe's Great Shaman."

"Those who have enough supplies can also ask the Great Shaman to carve a totem pole for them."

"Most importantly, if you perform well and catch the eye of the super‑tribes, you may very well be absorbed into them, becoming members of the super‑tribes."

"Even your original tribe will thereby receive a blessing."

"Alright, let's set out!"

The middle‑aged Pure Person ignored the frenzy of the crowd below the clearing, gave a brief rallying speech, and then left directly.

Meanwhile, the powerful beastman warriors who had stood behind him began to lead the tribes in batches to the forest selected for the tribal competition.

Merely heading to the territory beside the forest they had previously been in, everyone arrived within half a day; at this moment, atop a hill ahead of the forest, many people were sitting densely packed.

If Wu Yue and her companions were here, they could see the familiar old face of the Herbal Shaman in the rows near the back.

And at this moment, sitting beside the Herbal Shaman was the smiling Healing Shaman.

"Hey, you old fogey with that fake smile, laughing so disgustedly—are you plotting to use this competition to harm the little ones of the Snow Moon Tribe?"

His voice showed no sign of weakening; the surrounding chatter paused, and the air grew somewhat still.

The Herbal Shaman's sinister smile had already faded when the Healing Shaman began to speak.

At this point he was so angry his chest heaved violently, his eyes seeming ready to spit fire.

"Nonsense—I would never do such a thing in a competition held by my own tribe."

"Even if I did, what of it? Anyway, he refuses to admit it."

"Furthermore, thinking of his own arrangements, the Herbal Shaman's expression turned proud again: 'You'd better just watch the competition; don't try to smear me in front of all the tribes.'"

Looking at that shameless old coot, the Healing Shaman snorted coldly: "If you really did something, then from now on none of the tribes on the Kuma Tribe's territory will participate in the Huo Teng Tribe's competition."