Chapter 671: The Useless Little Beast

The ever‑strong Kuma Great Shaman unconsciously lifted his hand to rub his eyes—it was too terrifying, right?

Kuma Great Shaman couldn't help but turn his head, scanning up and down, carefully examining the healing shaman back and forth several times.

That incredulous little gaze dealt another severe blow to the healing shaman's already fragile spirit.

"Don't doubt, Great Shaman—I don't have that strength. This time we could defeat the Shark Tribe and the Sea Snake Tribe and get this treasure, all thanks to Shaman Yue's help."

Kuma Great Shaman smirked triumphantly: "As I suspected—I told you, you old brat, you don't have that ability."

Healing Shaman: "…"

"It hurts, Great Shaman—I'm not your favorite shaman anymore, right?"

"So love just fades away, right?"

The heart‑broken healing shaman, stifling his sour feelings, looked at his own great shaman still basking in the joy of obtaining the treasure: "At the Beast God Mountain summit where we got the treasure, we encountered a fiery red little beast; it snatched our treasure trying to eat it, and finally Shaman Yue stopped it, exchanging the treasure for a piece of food."

"Great Shaman, that fiery red little beast was also brought back by Shaman Yue—should we—"

The healing shaman didn't finish his words, but the old, scheming Kuma Great Shaman naturally understood his unspoken meaning.

But what surprised the healing shaman was that Kuma Great Shaman merely waved his hand casually: "That little beast isn't anything special; the Shark Tribe and the Sea Snake Tribe have also encountered it when they obtained the treasure—once the Shark Tribe even ran into several, kept one for a long time, but it turned out to be nothing special."

He carefully took out a piece of hide to put away the blood‑colored stone wall, then looked at the still‑panting healing shaman: "Shaman Yue helped us get the treasure; if she wants to keep that little beast, let her—we mustn't let our relationship with the Snow Moon Tribe break over a useless little beast."

The healing shaman let out a heavy sigh—this was naturally the best outcome.

After also chatting with Kuma Great Shaman about what happened when they climbed Beast God Mountain, the healing shaman returned to his tent to rest.

Before leaving, he especially went to Wu Yue's dwelling to convey Kuma Great Shaman's meaning to her.

Watching the healing shaman's retreating back, Wu Yue chuckled softly, reached out to pat the little beast's round belly as it snorted in its sleep, and said: "You greedy little thing, come back to the tribe with me."

The little beast seemed to feel her gentle stroking, gave a couple of soft whines, then turned its little butt in another direction and resumed its little snore.

Just the scales on the tip of its tail flashed a few times behind it, then fell still again, remaining a deep black‑red.

The grand trade fair finally concluded three days later, and the tribes stationed there began to leave one after another.

When the Sea Snake Great Shaman left, his gaze toward the Kuma Tribe's encampment was especially cold and brutal.

Several super‑tribes of the Yun Wu Shan Mai almost left on the same day as the Sea Snake Tribe; as one of the powerful shamans who helped the tribe seize the treasure, Wu Yue's treatment in the troupe instantly rose several ranks.

Kuma Great Shaman even added several more bags of salt on top of what he had originally promised, as a thank‑you gift.

Wu Yue cradled Red Treasure while riding on a Beastfolk's back, rubbing the little fellow's chubby body over and over; Red Treasure is the name of the fiery red little beast.

"Red Treasure, did you brush against some dye‑stained grass? Why has the color of the scales on your tail turned black?"