Chapter 601: Character

Regarding the resentful gazes from the surrounding tribal people, several people directly chose to ignore them.

"Shaman Yue, the Shaman Sir told me to wait for you here; after the competition ends, go to his tent."

Kulo led a group of Beastman Warriors up to Wu Yue and the others, bowed, and said.

Looking at the towering Beastman Warrior before them, Wu Yue smiled: "We can go over now, since many teams haven't come out yet; we just need to wait for the notice from the Huo Teng Tribe."

As for Kulo, Wu Yue and the others were already quite familiar with him; this steady‑tempered Beastman constantly ferried supplies between the Snow Moon Tribe and the Healing Shaman.

Watching the backs of the departing few, the middle‑aged pure‑human frowned slightly, turned his head, and ordered a nearby Beastman Warrior: "Go inquire, go inquire—what's the relationship between this small tribe and the Kuma Tribe?"

The Beastman Warrior bowed in assent, then retreated a few steps and vanished into the noisy clearing around them.

When Wu Yue and the others arrived at the Healing Shaman's tent, the Gu Shamans had not left either.

Seeing the few led into the tent by Kulo, aside from the Gu Shaman whose expression was somewhat complex, the other shamans all wore kind smiles.

The Healing Shaman eagerly wanted to verify a suspicion in his mind, and directly beckoned Wu Yue: "Shaman Yue, I've obtained a very precious item; come up and take a look—does the Splendid China Tribe have something like this?"

Upon hearing him mention the Splendid China Tribe, Wu Yue's heart instantly went on alert.

After all, the Splendid China Tribe was something she had made up herself; she couldn't help but be cautious.

She ordered Tongzi to keep watch on them at all times; if anything seemed off, she would immediately activate the protective shield, and then she walked straight up.

Before them stood a wooden post as tall as a Beastman's shin, covered with a very smooth fur hide, and in the center of this makeshift table lay a white hide painted with strange symbols.

Looking at those twisted, crooked lines, Wu Yue's mouth twitched.

This artwork couldn't be more kindergarten‑level.

Only after she knelt‑sat on the thick hide mat prepared nearby did the Healing Shaman hurriedly flip over the small white hide.

Wu Yue's pupils contracted, and she involuntarily exclaimed in shock: "Is this writing?"

Her reaction fell into the eyes of the several shamans, whose pupils simultaneously flashed with wild delight, and their gazes toward the Healing Shaman grew ever more reverent.

At this moment the Healing Shaman's nervous heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest: "Shaman Yue, you... you know writing?"

Writing is a mysterious symbol known only to shamans; it is the divine language granted by the Beast God Sir, and only by mastering a script capable of recording events and passing the trial of Beast God Mountain can one become a Grand Shaman.

Hence Grand Shamans are exceedingly rare on the Beast World Continent; if they had previously doubted the importance of Wu Yue's mysterious Splendid China Tribe, now that they see she even knows writing, their hearts instantly settled.

Wu Yue nodded: "Although it's only the simplest character, I can still recognize it."

Although she had indeed been startled by the sudden appearance of the character, upon closer inspection she found it merely used simple lines to depict fish and water—more precisely, it resembled a rudimentary sketch.

After recovering from the shock, the corner of her eye furtively observed the others' expressions.

As expected, this character must be very important to these shamans.

The Healing Shaman gulped hard: "Then... Shaman Yue, can you draw these two characters?"

Looking at the utterly simple fish‑and‑water pictographs before her, Wu Yue casually nodded: "Of course."

She had memorized them at a glance.

She pulled a charred stick from the firepit in the tent's corner, about to write on that white hide, when she saw the Healing Shaman carefully gathering up the small white hide.

"This hide belongs to another shaman; I'll have to return it later."

Having said that, he rose, went to the sleeping area, took out a slightly yellowish hide, spread it on the wooden post, and said: "Shaman Yue, use this to draw."

Wu Yue chuckled; the black stick laid down smooth strokes on the yellowish hide, and in just a few breaths two characters appeared on the hide—even nicer looking than the previous small hide's.

"This... this this this!"

"It's actually been written!"

"How... how such a complex character could actually be written!"

The Healing Shaman looked at Wu Yue with a complex expression: "Shaman Yue, have you studied these characters before?"

Wu Yue smiled and shook her head: "No, I haven't."

Seeing the shamans' faces stiffen a little, she continued: "I've only studied the Splendid China Tribe's script; their characters have long been made more beautiful and simple, and easier to write."

Beside the two simple sketches she had just drawn, she wrote two upright, flowing fish and water characters: "Take a look—this is the Splendid China Tribe's script, read as fish and water."

Simple strokes, a square‑block typeface—yet they looked better than the two characters the Medicine Shaman had given on that hide, and carried a deep, distant aura.

The four shamans involuntarily held their breath; the Healing Shaman drew a deep breath: "Shaman Yue, how many characters can you write?"

"Five?"

The other shamans, upon hearing this, also couldn't help but withdraw their gazes from the characters stuck on the hide and look at her.

Wu Yue blinked, then blurted: "I know many characters—more than I've ever bothered to count."

"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!"

As soon as her words fell, the sound of four heavy objects hitting the ground came from opposite her.

Wu Yue blinked, rose slightly, and looked toward the ground opposite the post.

It was the four shamans, who at that moment sat on the ground with faces full of shock.

The Healing Shaman's mind now held only the echo of Wu Yue's earlier words.

"Shaman, are you alright?"

Shaman Yue asked concernedly.

Since they had sworn friendship before the Beast God Sir, and the other three were the Healing Shaman's close partners, they were like grasshoppers on the same rope—still, one ought to show proper concern.

The Healing Shaman was dazed, while the other three shamans' hearts were all trembling.

Unable to help feeling both astonished and delighted, they looked at the still‑dazed Healing Shaman, sensing that just then it was as if the Beast God Sir's hand had brushed over their heads—unbelievable.

After a good while, the Healing Shaman finally came to his senses from his stupor, trembling as he lifted the hide on which Wu Yue had written the characters.

"Shaman Yue, have these characters received the Beast God Sir's acknowledgment?"

"What?"

Wu Yue stared, stunned: "It's just writing a character; does it even need the Beast God's certification?"

"Or does one have to apply for a patent or something?"

Seeing her somewhat dazed expression, the healing shaman felt a stir in his heart: "Could it be that the Great Shaman of Huaxia never told you this?"