Chapter 637

At this critical juncture, Wu Yue still had faith in the Dog System; a bitter taste spread in her mouth, the medicinal power gradually permeated her body, and the colliding shamanic energy inside her seemed to be split in half by something—one half continued to strike her dantian, while the other half instantly turned downward.

Upon sensing where the other half of the shamanic energy had gone, Wu Yue's expression twisted instantly: 'Dog System, what kind of dubious pill did you make me swallow?'

Before the system curled up in the corner could offer an explanation, a sudden series of loud 'puff-puff-puff' sounds echoed in the quiet room.

Wu Yue: '...'

System: '...'

Although sitting cross-legged, Wu Yue's toes couldn't help but curl; she believed that if she were standing now, she'd probably have dug a manor out of the ground.

'Hehe... well, host, other people fart stink, but you're releasing shamanic energy; if someone injured got hit by this fart right now, their wounds would probably be completely healed.'

The system awkwardly patted an even more awkward flattery.

'How heavy is my taste, to treat people with this socially lethal method?'

Good grief, after the skunk, is she now supposed to play the weasel?

Although the method of dispelling the bloated shamanic energy was embarrassing, one had to admit the effect was excellent; reducing half of the shamanic energy was easily drawn by Wu Yue to swirl into her dantian, obediently following her mental guidance to coil and condense there.

With a deep, muffled sound compressed to the extreme, the internal changes finally came to an end.

Feeling the mighty shamanic energy within her, Wu Yue satisfiedly clenched her fist.

If the shamanic energy in an ordinary shaman's body were a strand of hair, upon advancing to shaman it becomes a small river; thereafter, in cultivation, one merely needs to continually widen and strengthen that river.

'Host, doesn't releasing that fart make you feel much lighter all over?'

Tongzi stood on the system space panel, hands on hips with a smug look.

Wu Yue's stretching motion froze, and she said in a sinister tone: 'If you hadn't said that, we could still have been close partners.'

Hearing her annoyed tone, Tongzi wisely gave two hums and then shut his mouth.

The next second.

'In view of your good performance, host, you are rewarded with 10 pocket-money points; the points have been credited, and the system mall welcomes your patronage.'

Tongzi, who had been muttering to himself, his chubby face froze, then he incredulously looked at his own dog host heading toward the bathroom.

Immediately, that little smugness in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

'Hmph, just saying—I'm a mudslide in the system world; while other Tongzi strive to torment their hosts, I'm the best to my own host, hehe.'

Having said that, he let out an irrepressible laugh, clutching his three-layered belly as he dashed toward the mall—his popsicles, his drinks, his spicy strips...

The dog host is still quite conscientious, huh.

After a quick wash, Wu Yue swiftly tossed the needed daily items into her system space; abundant shamanic energy left her spirits full, with not a trace of drowsiness.

In the night forest there were hints of chill, while the moon in the sky shone especially bright, silver soft light draping over the tribe's ground and houses, lending a hazy beauty.

'Huh?'

Wu Yue, immersed in the scenery, suddenly furrowed her brows, looking toward the direction of a wall encircling the tribe, where a faint shamanic fluctuation could be felt.

'Step Cloud.'

She summoned Step Cloud, and both person and beast draped themselves in a layer of black cloth, silently flying toward the source of the fluctuation.

The closer she got, the more obvious that fluctuation became; she could even hear some faint whispers, so soft that if she weren't already a shaman, she probably wouldn't have heard them.

Step Cloud hid rather cunningly behind a dirt mound outside the wall; borrowing the moonlight, Wu Yue finally made out a line of people climbing up the wall along a thick vine.

Their heads were each wrapped in a circle of vine-like things; although lacking the signature mushrooms, the conspicuous vines and their hair color made Wu Yue's eyes turn cold.

'Or Vine Tribe.'

Just a few days ago I had warned Teng Qian and Teng Kun to guard against the Or Vine Tribe; I never expected them to show up so soon.

'Tongzi, appraise the level of the shaman beneath the wall who is inducing the vines.'

Tongzi, who was slurping a popsicle, flung an appraisal over; in the next moment, the withered figure's level appeared on the system panel.

'Or Vine Tribe, intermediate shaman.'

Intermediate shaman?

Checking her points in the system mall, Wu Yue gritted her teeth and exchanged for several powerful talismans.

She silently donned the equipment she had previously worn when posing as the great shaman of the Huaxia Tribe in the Polar Forest, then gently patted Step Cloud's back beneath her: 'Step Cloud, go with the most domineering approach.'

Hearing that, Step Cloud's scarlet eyes flashed with uncontainable excitement; it raised its head, spun once, and its soft fur instantly transformed into cold scales.

'Come on, let's see which friend from the Or Vine Tribe has come over; we ought to keep them for a meal before personally sending them back.'

Her voice was soft, but Wu Yue's expression was utterly icy.

She was certain this matter had nothing to do with that Medicine Shaman.

You dog, you like to jump on my head, right? Today I must give them a lesson and warning; otherwise, after I leave, the Snow Moon Tribe truly will have no one able to deal with them.

Her slender fingers picked up a talisman, activated it with shamanic energy, and slapped it onto herself.

Instantly, a matchless powerful pressure radiated outward from her as the center.

In the distance, the Beastman Warriors climbing the vines fell one by one like dumplings dropped into a pot, rather embarrassedly; the thudding sound as they hit the ground made Tongzi inside the system space feel his teeth ache.

No need to ask; it definitely hurt.

'Who!'

A sharp, stern cry rang out; the figure long shrouded in a wide shaman robe suddenly turned around, and was shaken by a pressure so strong it startled him, causing him to stagger and sit down on the ground.

The cloth covering his head slipped off, revealing a face not very old, which actually bore some resemblance to the Medicine Shaman.

His face ashen, he looked at the lazy, mysterious figure seated on the strange beast's back, voice trembling: 'You... who are you?'

Such a pressure, nearly shattering his courage, gave rise to a bad premonition in his heart.

'Tsk tsk, looking at your attire, you must be the Or Vine Tribe folks that little Wu Yue mentioned.'

The mysterious figure's voice was languid and gentle; although it was as soft as could be, it made the middle-aged shaman dare not lie at all.

He could only press his dry lips together, his voice hoarse: 'Yes... yes, we are members of the Or Vine Tribe; I am the offspring of the Or Vine Tribe's Medicine Shaman.'

An offspring not favored by the Medicine Shaman.

Wu Yue, the little brat, said you two tribes have a feud—even though you're a shaman of a super tribe, I really don't like your medicine shaman.

Wu Yue's lips curled slightly, she raised her right hand, and secretly activated a binding talisman, tying up all the Huoteng tribe members present.

Together with the tall Beastman Warrior, they were bound by an invisible force in midair, which frightened the middle-aged shaman who couldn't fly to the point of almost wetting himself.

Revered... revered Great Shaman, please... please spare us.

The middle-aged shaman's words made the surrounding Beastman Warriors, who were also bound and hadn't reacted yet, all tremble.

Holy cow, what did the shaman just call?

If their hands weren't bound, they'd want to lift them and dig out their ears, wondering if it's because they haven't cleaned them in a long time and they're blocked.

Otherwise, how would they hear the term 'Great Shaman' from the shaman's mouth?

Wu Yue gave a light hum: 'Don't worry, I'm not someone casual. Once I take you back to the Yun Wu Shan Mai and hand you over to the Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman, let him discipline you properly; otherwise, next time you might not even get to see the Beast God.'

She no longer paid attention to the group of people trembling from her binding.

Wu Yue lifted her gaze toward the opposite direction of Forest River, her expression icy.

Exactly, she intends to meet that dog who raised the medicine shaman—unleashed, always letting him bite people at will, the Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman.

In the Huoteng tribe at dawn, aside from the occasional chatter of patrolling Beastfolk, there was only the rustle of leaves blown by the night wind and the distant roar of beasts in the forest.

In the high sky where the patrolling Beastfolk couldn't see, Wu Yue smiled narrowly as she took out several bundles of firecrackers she had just exchanged for from Tongzi, slowly pulled out earplugs to block her ears, lit a fuse as long as her forearm, and threw it at the largest, most spacious tents in the center of the Huoteng tribe.

Boom—boom—boom!

In an instant, a deafening explosion rang throughout the Huoteng tribe, like a thunderclap out of nowhere, giving all the tribe members a wake‑up call.

The Beast God is furious!

Run, don't stay in the tents—the Beast God is furious!

Shouts, wails, and panicked roars rose and fell; the once peaceful and tranquil Huoteng tribe instantly descended into chaos.

Roar!

A deep, resonant roar suddenly sounded, and the panicked crowd gradually calmed, huddling together to draw warmth from one another.

Who are you?

A slightly hoarse voice echoed across the Huoteng tribe's skies; from the tent at the very center, now blown open with a large hole, a thin figure slowly emerged, shamanic power surging around him—it was the Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman.

Hehe.

A lazy, pleasant female voice rang in the ears of every Huoteng tribe member.

The Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman's shamanic power is indeed formidable.

Wu Yue spoke while patting the back of her cloud‑treader, signaling it to descend slowly to a height where all the Huoteng tribe could see.

As the female voice echoed, all the Huoteng tribe members—including the Huoteng Great Shaman and the Huoteng tribe chief—froze, staring at each other in disbelief that a female would dare provoke them like this.

Until Wu Yue's figure appeared before everyone, the cloud‑treading flying beast and her elaborately mysterious shaman's robes made the Huoteng tribe's Great Shaman involuntarily think of someone, his heart skipping a beat.

You... are the Huaxia tribe's Great Shaman?

The hoarse voice sounded, and the Huoteng Great Shaman's white‑tinged brows furrowed slightly, his gaze unconsciously turning to the medicine shaman standing not far from him.

Receiving the Great Shaman's gaze, the medicine shaman's heart leapt—could today's affair involve him?

As they were speculating, Wu Yue smiled narrowly, raised her hand and lightly waved, and a bundle appearing as if someone were bound showed up before everyone's eyes in the Huoteng tribe.

These folks who don't sleep at night but run to other tribes to cause trouble—are they from your Huoteng tribe?

The same question, but that little tone left no room for doubt.

Especially the leading middle‑aged shaman, whose face closely resembled that of the medicine shaman.

The Huoteng tribe members below had already begun whispering among themselves.

Isn't that the medicine shaman's brat?

Yeah, and there are so many Beastman Warriors from the medicine shaman's territory—what bad thing did they do to provoke this powerful being?

Could this person also be a Great Shaman?

A weak, timid voice sounded cautiously; after a moment of silence from the surrounding crowd, a more heated discussion ensued.

A female Great Shaman—they had never seen a female Great Shaman before, and from her voice she sounded quite young.

I'm just passing through here, planning to see Wu Yue the little brat, but I didn't expect to run into these few clueless folks.

Behind her veil, her deep eyes looked down and instantly locked onto the medicine shaman trying to shrink behind the Huoteng Great Shaman.

You old shaman, your mind is truly petty—you keep trying to take my things and repeatedly use tactics against the Snow Moon tribe, thinking I won't come settle the score with you?

Saying this, the corner of her mouth beneath the veil curled into a cold smile; an invisible force quickly spread, binding the medicine shaman's arm at the moment the Huoteng Great Shaman moved.

Only seeing the female, lazily perched on the strange beast's back, hooking her finger, the pallid medicine shaman was jerked upward by the invisible force into midair.

Seeing Wu Yue act so recklessly, the Huoteng Great Shaman gave a cold snort, his formidable shamanic power condensing into a silk‑like band that wrapped around the medicine shaman's two legs.

The two Great Shamans, using the medicine shaman's body as a medium, confronted each other.

Compared to the Huoteng Great Shaman's genuine formidable shamanic power, Wu Yue wasn't that stupid; she gave a cold snort, then with a hard pull she manipulated the invisible force to yank sharply.

Ah!!!

The Huoteng tribe members below felt what seemed like warm raindrops falling on their faces; the next instant, an earsplitting scream echoed across the utterly silent tribal clearing.

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, and only then did they realize that what had dripped down was not warm raindrops but the medicine shaman's blood.

A severed arm flew toward the distant forest, while the medicine shaman himself was pulled back by the Huoteng Great Shaman, whose face was bluish‑black.

You little brat, aren't you going a bit too far!

The voice, using shamanic power as a medium, exploded beside Wu Yue's ear.

Wu Yue's face turned pale; she felt a warm liquid sliding from her ear down to her neck—her ear had been injured by the Huoteng Great Shaman's shamanic‑power transmission.