Chapter 589: line with translation of chapter title

The tall, sturdy beastman who had just shut his mouth was about to say something to change the subject, when he saw the clan leader's fierce gaze directed at a large tree diagonally ahead: "Who's there? Come out!"

Teng Qian on the tree tensed his body, clenched his fist ready to strike, but Yuan Lang pressed down on his head.

And the long-haired beastman who had shouted from that side also flashed past, a grating crack sounded, and a tree thick enough for three people to encircle was actually split in two by his punch, revealing the group hiding behind it.

The exposed beastman troop did not panic.

The leading beastman swept away the flying wood chips with a wave, his guard up as he looked at the long-haired beastman on the other side of the broken tree.

"We are just passing through here; we do not want to conflict with you."

The beastman wearing a red grass ring around his neck frowned and spoke.

The long-haired beastman sneered: "If you don't want conflict, why are you hiding behind trees like rats? Do you think I'm a three‑year‑old brat?"

When I forced them to reveal themselves, I indeed saw that red‑grass‑ring beastman's sinister look; if they had passed this big tree without any guard, they would likely have been attacked already.

"Chief, these damned bastards hiding here are trying to ambush us—let me kill them."

The tall beastman's fist, as big as an ordinary beastman's head, swung with a whooshing sound; the solemn face of the opposite red‑grass‑ring tribe darkened.

Saying to their faces that we'll take care of them—we're all beastmen; don't think being big makes you great.

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When everyone began to flee, they were still at the rear of the clan, not yet at a safe distance.

The older male ran a few steps, then with both hands he stopped the two companions beside him: "Don't run."

A male of similar age beside him panted, looking at his elder brother: "Brother, if we don't run now it'll be too late; we won't be able to leave."

The young male also looked anxiously at his uncle, not understanding why the uncle had stopped them.

The older male sighed and looked at them: "Do you really think the Snow Moon tribe hasn't made any preparations?"

His younger brother blinked at the words: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The young male seemed a bit sharper; perhaps he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly, and his gaze toward the outside of the tall grass carried a hint of fear.

The elder brother rubbed his younger brother's son's head: "It seems you've thought of it too—if the Snow Moon tribe feels safe letting us clear this tall grass, why would they not have prepared? Perhaps as soon as we run out we'll be seized by the Snow Moon tribespeople hiding around."

By then, the consequences awaiting us would be too terrible.

The young male and his father's faces changed drastically: "What should we do? This might be our only chance to escape."

The elder brother turned and walked toward the place where they had been working: "We'll find a spot the clansmen haven't been to and keep clearing the grass; if the Snow Moon people ask about other clansmen, we'll say we don't know."

The young male and his father glanced at the forest outside, then at the uncle who had turned back, gritted their teeth and followed.

After the uncle's remark, their hearts filled with heavy unease, and they gradually realized the situation was not as simple as they imagined.

Wuke fell silent for a moment: "Shaman, our tribe cannot be without you; everything I have done is for your safety."

He did not agree; as a beastman warrior, Wuke knew how terrifying the beastman warriors' sense of smell is—if not masked by a strong odor, Wu Yue and her beastman warriors nearby would likely have detected them already.

Niluo glared fiercely at Wuke; though full of anger, thinking of her own life she merely snorted twice, then covered her mouth and nose with the animal hide on her body, leaned against the cave wall, and closed her eyes.

She was exhausted; since she began cultivating the gu worms she had never rested properly, then fought Wu Yue, then fled, and now leaning against the stone wall, fatigue washed over her like a tide—even the rancid smell in the cave was no longer unbearable.

Seeing Niluo asleep, Wuke, who was keeping watch at the cave mouth, also involuntarily relaxed his breath.

Finally quiet, he suddenly felt a bit grateful that Niluo had previously looked down on him.

In the tribe there are slaves attending to her, so he feels that Niluo's many habits and demands are natural; as a shaman, asking for more is nothing unusual.

But now he finds such a female truly hard to tolerate; he would rather find a few ordinary females—obedient, easygoing, needing no care from him, just give them food each day.

The two fled all the way with pounding hearts, unaware that because of the old man's obstruction, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang had not pursued them but returned to the Snow Moon tribe.

The next morning, the slaves of Wuke's tribe who had slept crowded in a grass hut were awakened by the male tasked with guarding them.

"The tribespeople are up preparing to hunt and gather; you slaves are still sleeping—get up and work."

Shouting at the slaves before them, the males felt a certain satisfaction; earlier they had been uneasy and fearful due to Wuke tribe's attack, and if not for the return of the Shaman Sir and the beastman warriors, they wouldn't have known what would happen—now seeing the Wuke tribe slaves begging at their feet, their joy is beyond words.

Ying Ze and the others watching the spectacle from afar also did not intervene; these slaves were once ordinary tribe members, living decently in the tribe, now become Snow Moon tribe slaves, and they probably cannot shift their identity so quickly.

Let the tribespeople tidy up, and they'll become much more obedient.

"We previously dug earth for building houses at a place with a large meadow; the grass there is too thick and close to the tribe, so snake beasts and poisonous vermin often run into the tribe, already several young ones have been bitten, even elders and females injured—let's take them to clear that patch."

Teng Kun pointed to the outside of another gate and said.

Ying Ze nodded: "Sure, the place is also large; it should be enough for the shaman to plant things."

These males of the Snow Moon tribe furtively glanced at their own beastman lord; seeing that he did not stop them from clearing away the Wuke tribe's little rubbish, they exchanged glances and gave a hehehe grin.

A few of the guarding males straightened their chests, shouting and driving the Wuke tribe males toward the tall grass field.

At this moment, the two males previously summoned by Yuan Lang were diligently clearing the weeds in Lady Wu Yue's courtyard, and along yesterday.