Chapter 607: I Want Your Shamanic Arts

Seeing his appearance of bearing a weight impossible to endure in his life, Wu Yue, who had just gained great benefit, couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.

"This gemstone is indeed precious, but I've already absorbed it; if you want anything else, I can consider exchanging some for you."

"Of course, if there were more of these gemstones containing shamanic power, that would be even better."

Although she didn't say those words outright, her eager little expression completely gave her away.

Being stared at with an expectant little gaze by a pretty young female, the long-haired beastman felt a bit embarrassed, scratched his blue long hair, and said shyly, "Not every gemstone contains shamanic power; in fact, most gemstones are just nice to look at."

Wu Yue nodded: "I know that; among those gemstones just now, only the one I just absorbed contained shamanic power."

I never expected the Sea Tribe to have developed this highly profitable stone‑gambling activity, but these gemstones are far more precious and important than those in my past life.

A hint of depth flickered beneath the long‑haired beastman's bashful gaze, and he gave a slightly embarrassed smile, asking, "During the last battle, could we exchange that shamanic technique of yours that creates an invisible barrier?"

Wu Yue's smile deepened, a hint of darkness in his bright eyes: "You want to trade my shamanic arts for a gemstone you don't even know whether it contains shamanic power?"

His clear voice carried a faint mockery, and his gaze grew even colder.

Seeing that, the long‑haired beastman straightened his back, his bashful smile vanishing instantly, his calm look at Wu Yue resembling that of an old fox.

"Actually, I was amazed the first time I saw you use that barrier shamanic art; even my father, the grand shaman of the great Sea Tribe, has never used such a technique."

"My father loves collecting miraculous shamanic arts; if you're willing to trade this barrier shamanic art, I can tell him that the gemstones offered will all contain shamanic energy."

The long‑haired beastman gazed intently at Wu Yue opposite, knowing that in this small tribe, the one who makes decisions is precisely this young female who doesn't even look like she could match him in strength.

Silence spread in the tent; the backs of the two beastman warriors seated behind the long‑haired beastman had gone rigid with tension.

Yet the long‑haired beastman, who looked young and carefree, remained composed sitting on the beast‑skin mat, patiently awaiting the female shaman's reply.

After a moment, Wu Yue's aloof indifference receded like a tide, as if parting clouds to reveal clear sky.

"Since you've stated what you're offering, let me be frank: that shamanic art you saw earlier isn't something a minor shaman like me—who isn't even a full shaman master—can release."

She carefully took from her close‑fitting beast‑skin pouch a small bundle, about forearm‑long, wrapped in pure white beast‑skin.

After opening it carefully, she laid out a stack of beast‑skin pieces the size of a beastman's palm, filled with strange energy lines that seemed drawn from blood, before the long‑haired beastman.

"What is this?"

Feeling the immense pressure emanating from that beast‑skin palm‑sized piece, the long‑haired beastman could no longer keep his composure and exclaimed.

First release, latest.