Chapter 640

The two walked past many tribal encampments and halted before a brand‑new, spacious tent. Wu Yue glanced around and saw that, among the surrounding tents, this one before her was only slightly smaller than the few central ones.

She glanced at the smug, unhidden expression on the pale‑faced Beastfolk beside her, and Wu Yue secretly thought that this pale‑faced fellow's status in the Sea Eel Tribe was indeed quite high.

Eager to win the favor of the female he admired, the pale‑faced Beastfolk was still very attentive; he stepped forward, stretched his long arms, and lifted the animal‑skin curtain blocking the tent entrance: "Come in, let's see how my tent is."

His tone was blatantly smug, yet he met the female's meaningful glance.

In the pale‑faced Beastfolk's eyes, that glance was admiration and praise for himself, and he immediately straightened his chest even more.

"You're back."

As the two stepped into the tent, several female voices rang out; Wu Yue paused, looked up, and met several unfriendly gazes.

She was slightly startled, instantly guessed who these females were, and her mouth twitched.

That pale‑faced Beastfolk is really no good—when pursuing other females, he actually has his existing few females serve inside the tent; if it were me, heh…

A few big‑butted females went up to him, letting him know why the flower is so red.

Evidently, the "big‑hoofed" pale‑faced Beastfolk had no self‑awareness of this; pleased with how his females behaved, he nodded with a smile: "Hmm, is the food and fruit ready?"

The leading, exceptionally sturdy female glared fiercely at Wu Yue, then spoke in a soft voice wholly mismatched to her build: "Everything's ready; we're just waiting for you and this… to return."

The pale‑faced Beastfolk nodded satisfactorily: "Hmm, you all sit down as well."

After saying that, he turned his head to Wu Yue and spoke gently: "You sit with me at the top; from now on you'll all be my females, and since you're a shaman, they'll respect you just as they respect me."

Wu Yue's mouth twitched even more. "Good grief, it's true—women who aren't ruthless can't keep their status. If I didn't have the shaman identity, I'd probably end up as just another one of these little wives."

Upon hearing the pale‑faced Beastfolk's words, the females below all changed expression; their gazes at Wu Yue gained a hint of fear, though deep down jealousy still showed through.

The female the chief brought back this time is actually a shaman—although the chief's consorts include shamans, none have ever been brought to such an important trade fair on the strength of their own ability.

The fact that this female could be brought by her tribe shows she must have great talent and be highly valued by her people.

In that case, her standing among the chief's females will likely be the highest.

"I haven't yet agreed to become your mate."

Wu Yue laughed lightly, then glanced at the few listless females below and said: "Let them leave first; I have something I want to discuss with you alone."

The pale‑faced Beastfolk was overjoyed, and his gaze toward Wu Yue sparkled.

Meanwhile, the few females below had faces as black as ink, silently cursing Wu Yue for being shameless, flirting with the chief in broad daylight.

The pale‑faced Beastfolk rubbed his hands in anticipation, then gave a light cough and looked at his few females below: "All right, you may leave. Go stroll the other tribes' stalls and bring back whatever you like."

The pale‑faced Beastfolk was in a good mood today and unusually generous toward his females.

The females' wounded little spirits were finally soothed a little by his promise of free shopping, and they left one after another, hesitantly.

"Heh heh, small… small… small… Damn! You're not that… shaman… mmm…"

Just as the pale‑faced Beastfolk was about to turn his head to chat with the young female, he saw the light around the sturdy young female rapidly twisting.

Soon after, the sturdy young female he liked vanished, and an eerily familiar figure sat in her former spot, smiling at him.

He cried out in shock, but just as he was about to shout the other's name, a small piece of animal skin used to wipe the mat was shoved into his mouth.

"Be careful—don't shout my name."

The pale‑faced Beastfolk nodded repeatedly, then took out the animal skin emitting a strange odor from his mouth, tossed it aside disgustedly, and hurriedly said: "How… just now…"

He gestured flustered, clearly shocked by the sudden transformation just now.

Wu Yue chuckled: "It's just a kind of miraculous shamanic art."

Realizing that the female he had taken a liking to was actually the shaman Wu Yue he had previously traded with, the pale‑faced Beastfolk immediately straightened his spine, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the memory of his former self.

Wu Yue, however, didn't mind and went straight to the point: "I've been waiting in my tribe for a long time, yet I haven't seen you bring your party over—are you not planning to trade with us?"

Speaking of this, the pale‑faced Beastfolk could no longer care about embarrassment; his anger surged, and he slammed the nearby animal‑skin mat, gritting his teeth: "After I returned and told my father and clan leader about the trade, I had originally planned to set out again for the Snow Moon Tribe, but the damned Sea Snake Tribe somehow learned of our deal and sent people to attack the land I intended to give you, killing many of my tribespeople on that land.

"I'm no match for those Sea Snake Beastfolk warriors; I only managed to repel them after asking my father for help. The Sea Snake Tribe then sent many goods, and my father and clan leader still kept the matter suppressed.

"They felt that fighting over a fringe little territory wasn't worth going to war with the Sea Snake Tribe."

As the pale‑faced Beastfolk spoke, his teeth ground together audibly, showing his hatred for the Sea Snake Tribe.

"Once I've cleared the attacked land and distributed some supplies to the families of the fallen, I'll be just about to set out for the trade fair—and I was thinking of visiting you in the Yun Wu Shan Mai after the fair."

Wu Yue breathed a sigh of relief and recounted how the Sea Snake Tribe had sent people to negotiate an unfair trade with her and had ambushed and killed her tribespeople.

"Those Sea Snake Beastfolk who killed my tribespeople—I will surely slay them to avenge my people. My tribe now stands opposed to the Sea Snake Tribe; are you still willing to trade with us?"

This is also what Wu Yue worries about, for not only is the Yun Wu Shan Mai a super‑tribe, even the mighty Sea Eel Tribe is unwilling to clash with the Sea Snake Tribe over trivial matters, let alone the Snow Moon Tribe, which in their eyes is probably not as important as a patch of their own territory.

The pale‑faced Beastfolk snorted coldly: "Since I said I'd trade with you, I won't change my mind—but without my father's help, I can't guarantee your safety, for my Beastfolk are no match for those damned Sea Snake worms."

Although saying this is a bit embarrassing, it's an unavoidable fact.

After the pale‑faced Beastfolk finished speaking, he felt a bit suffocated.

"As long as you guarantee our transaction can proceed, you don't need to worry about safety; although I don't want to provoke the Sea Snake Tribe, I'm not afraid of them either—if they come looking for trouble, I'll let them see how formidable my Snow Moon Tribe is."

"Eh, the system is awesome..."

"Seeing her 'I don't start trouble but I'm not afraid' badass demeanor, the pale-faced Beastfolk who liked burly females even found Wu Yue's scrawny, utterly unfeminine face somewhat pleasing."

"Right."

"Wu Yue thought of something, looked up at the pale-faced Beastfolk, and asked: 'In the Sea Snake Tribe, how many beastfolk are huge in stature, with heights exceeding Lin He's?'"

"The pale-faced Beastfolk glared and retorted: 'Could the ones attacking your Snow Moon Tribe be the hulking Sea Snake beastfolk?'"

"Wu Yue's eyes flashed coldly: 'Yeah, and there are several of them. They said they were venting anger for their captain; I guess the captain they mentioned is likely that Sea Snake beastfolk who came to discuss trade with me earlier—I just didn't give him a pleasant face, so they came for revenge.'"

"Heh, those little snakes of the Sea Snake Tribe are all petty as hell—it's totally normal for them to retaliate over such a trivial matter."

"Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he'd thought of something, and a sly, conspiratorial smile spread across the pale-faced Beastfolk's face: 'Wu Yue, there's a great chance to get back at the Sea Snake Tribe—want to team up?'"

"Wu Yue's heart stirred, she raised an eyebrow at him: 'What opportunity? Tell me.'"

"As if he could already see the Sea Snake Tribe's misfortune, the pale-faced Beastfolk couldn't hide his grin: 'Our Sea Tribe's most important trade item at the fair is snow salt, and the Sea Snake Tribe's is the same.'"

"If their snow salt for trade goes missing... hehe..."

"The pale-faced Beastfolk said it and then let out a lecherous hehe laugh."

Wu Yue's eye twitched: "Do you have a way to steal all the snow salt from the Sea Snake Tribe?"

The pale-faced beastman's laughter paused, then he looked at Wu Yue with an expectant expression.

A not-so-pleasant premonition rose in Wu Yue's heart; she raised her finger, reversed direction, and pointed at herself: "You mean I should go steal?"

She looked incredulously at the pale-faced beastman across from her, feeling like she was expected to do the work—how could this guy shamelessly say it was cooperation?

So shameless.

The pale-faced beastman nodded with a flattering smile: "You know I have little strength, you have many methods, and those powerful shamanic talismans are perfect for this—once the Sea Snake Tribe loses its traded snow salt and slinks back defeated, you'll still have all that snow salt, I'll vent my anger, how great is that!"

Wu Yue chuckled, "What a load of crap—technology and dirty work are all on me, while this guy just gets to sit back and reap the rewards, and he still has the nerve to call it cooperation here?"

She gave the pale-faced beastman a look of contempt: "I can steal the snow salt, but everything I take is mine, and you also have to scout where the Sea Snake Tribe stores its snow salt."

To her surprise, the pale-faced beastman waved his hand lightly: "No problem."

Hehe, snow salt?

Their tribe has plenty, he wouldn't even care about the Sea Snake Tribe's.

As for other items, Wu Yue will definitely need to use shamanic talismans when she goes this time—consider it her compensation.

Tsk, he really is a generous male, hehe.

After the two shameless ones settled the legitimate trade and then discussed an illegitimate one, Wu Yue reverted to her previous sturdy female form and walked out of the tent under the pale-faced beastman's regretful gaze.

"That... you, this kind of..."

The pale-faced beastman glanced at Wu Yue's face, somewhat expectantly, and said: "Any more?"

Seeing the expectation in his eyes, Wu Yue nodded: "There is, it's just the price..."

Speaking, she glanced at him: "You know..."

The pale-faced beastman frowned: "Is it very high?"

Wu Yue nodded: "Much higher than the previous one."

The pale-faced beastman naturally understood she was referring to the barrier talisman.

Thinking of his current embarrassed beast-skin pouch, he could only sigh wistfully: "Then leave one for me; I'll exchange it when I have something."

Wu Yue readily nodded: "No problem."

All the way escorting Wu Yue back, the pale-faced beastman who had no money to exchange for the transformation shamanic talisman left with a dejected expression.

This sight, seen by the Kuma Tribe and several neighboring tribes, was taken as his failure to win a female.

The pale-faced beastman kept his word; two days after their meeting, he arrived at the Kuma Tribe full of vigor.

Looking at the towering Beastman Warrior guarding Wu Yue's tent, the pale-faced beastman gave him a scrutinizing gaze for a moment before saying: "I'm here to find the little female; go notify him."

The Kuma tribe Beastman Warrior guarding the tent, who had always followed the healing shaman, naturally knew the identity of the blue long-haired sea tribe Beastman Warrior before him, and nodded respectfully: "Please wait a moment."

He didn't enter the tent, but instead raised his voice slightly and said: "Shaman, a Sea Eel Tribe beastman has come to see you."

Inside the tent, Wu Yue, who was cultivating, heard the voice, opened her eyes, tidied her simple shaman robe, rose, and stepped out of the tent.

After saying a word to the guarding beastman, she followed behind the pale-faced beastman toward the Sea Eel Tribe's encampment.

As soon as they entered the tent, the pale-faced beastman's composure vanished instantly, and he whispered: "I've already scouted the location where the Sea Snake Tribe stores its snow salt; when do you plan to move?"

His face, several shades paler than most females', was full of anticipation.

Wu Yue gave him a sideways glance: "First tell me the location; I need to plan carefully."

Good grief, stealing from the Sea Snake Tribe, which has a grand shaman presiding over it—if we're not careful, we might not even know how we die.

The pale-faced beastman nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we should be careful. I'll tell you, the hiding place where those turtle grandsons of the Sea Snake Tribe keep their snow salt is very secret, but I still found it—it's at... jī li gū lu... xī lái wā la..."

After first boasting about himself invisibly, the pale-faced beastman finally began, under Wu Yue's white-eyed stare, to describe in detail the Sea Snake Tribe's snow salt storage site.

Wu Yue rubbed her chin: "I'm not worried about the Beastman Warriors' scouting, but the Sea Snake Grand Shaman is somewhat troublesome."

As for those grand shamans with deep, powerful shamanic power, Wu Yue still holds them in awe, after all they are too sensitive to shamanic fluctuations.