Chapter 775: The Passionate Scorpion Shaman and the Temptation of the Little Pill

The beastman who came to report was also one of the Scorpion Tribe Beastman Warriors who had been enslaved by Wu Yue at the beginning.

He naturally had a deep impression of that smiling, terrifying little female.

Originally leisurely patrolling the tribe, upon seeing Wu Yue's familiar little face, his complexion turned whiter than the snow beneath his feet.

Howling, he dashed off toward his captain's tent.

Upon hearing the junior's report, Du Huo's face turned pale, his pupils involuntarily dilating a bit.

He heard his own trembling voice, somewhat cracking: "Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

The beastman wiped his face: "Captain, that face I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear, laughing voice rang in both their ears: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into an acquaintance as soon as I arrived at Chiyan Pingyuan."

The two beastmen stiffened, blankly lifting their heads toward the direction the sound came from.

Oh, it's a familiar voice.

Oh, it's a familiar smile.

Oh, it's the familiar terrifying little female shaman.

"Ha... haha, what a coincidence, Shaman, why are you going out at this time? It's so cold in the deep winter."

Du Huo gave an awkward laugh as a greeting.

Wu Yue glanced at him with a smile: "Yeah, it's freezing out here in deep winter, won't you invite me into your tent to sit?"

Du Huo complained inwardly, but his actions were straightforward as he brought the terrifying little female shaman back to his warm tent.

Seeing the two's nervous appearance, Wu Yue chuckled: "I came this time to request an audience with your tribe's shaman; our tribe has many precious items, and I wish to discuss with your shaman."

Upon hearing that, Du Huo felt somewhat dismissive in his heart.

What precious items could there be in that remote corner of the base forest?

But faced with this smiling little female shaman who could actually torment people to misery, he still reluctantly agreed.

Within the Scorpion Tribe's territory, the Scorpion Shaman lounged lazily on a thick animal‑skin mat, his long, slender fingers playing with a plump, white little parasite.

The winter was overly boring, and no enemies came to give his parasites some nutrients.

"Shaman Sir, Du Huo has returned, saying he has an important matter to report."

The beastman warrior guard outside respectfully reported.

The Scorpion Shaman raised his brows slightly: "Oh? Let him in."

In this endless winter, could it be that someone clueless has come to bring food for his little cutie?

Du Huo cautiously slipped into the shaman's dwelling and related the whole story of Wu Yue and the other's visit and their desire to trade with his own shaman.

Upon hearing "Wu Yue of the base forest," the Scorpion Shaman suddenly sat upright.

His usually gloomy eyes now burst with an exceptionally bright light.

"Is Wu Yue still staying in the tent where you were patrolling?"

Shocked by his own shaman's appearance, Du Huo nodded tremblingly: "Yes, she said she was waiting there for your news."

"Someone! Bring my animal hide over."

Upon hearing that, the Scorpion Shaman immediately rose, took the animal hide handed by the beastman, wrapped it around himself, and stepped out.

Du Huo followed dazedly behind his shaman, watching as he mustered a unit of beastman warriors and marched grandly past him toward the patrol tent at the edge of the territory.

Who is he? Where is he? What is he doing?

Although his mind was utterly confused, his legs honestly trotted along behind the departing large group.

Having just finished a steaming plate of roasted meat in the patrol tent, Wu Yue felt the ground beneath her feet tremble slightly, and the white snow on nearby branches fluttered down.

"Someone's coming?"

Yuan Lang's brows relaxed, his dark eyes gazing at the snow‑covered plain not far off: "Hmm, that should be the Scorpion Tribe's beastman unit."

Moments later, a squad of sturdy beastman warriors escorted a thin, pure‑human male to the front of the tent.

This must be the Scorpion Tribe's Shaman Sir.

For some reason, Wu Yue always felt that the shaman's gaze toward her was especially fervent.

"Esteemed Shaman Yue, long time no see; your strength has far surpassed mine."

Upon seeing Wu Yue, the Scorpion Shaman's originally bright gaze became even more scorching.

He was indeed correct; behind that gaunt little female shaman lies the backing of a super tribe.

Otherwise, how could a little Bige shaman from a poor‑land small tribe possibly become stronger than me in such a short time?

Both wore enthusiastic smiles as they entered the warm animal‑skin tent.

Upon learning Wu Yue's purpose, the Scorpion Shaman eagerly expressed willingness to trade with the Snow Tiger Tribe.

And he was willing to dispatch beastman warriors after winter's end to promote the Snow Tiger Tribe's trade caravan.

The Scorpion Shaman invited Wu Yue to visit the tribe's base as a guest.

Wu Yue smiled and declined: "I haven't returned in a long time; I miss my tribespeople, so I won't delay."

Having said that, she smilingly took out from her side a small packet—a pill made by repeatedly mixing powdered flour to enhance shamanic power.

A pained expression crossed her pale, tender face: "This is a shamanic‑power pill I barely managed to obtain."

"Shaman, your support for our Snow Tiger Tribe's trade makes you a friend of Wu Yue."

"I'll give you this precious pill; I hope you won't disdain it."

The Scorpion Shaman's eyes burned with fervor as he gazed at the dark pill resting in her pale fingers.

He carefully produced a clean, white piece of animal hide from his bosom and bluntly gestured for Wu Yue to place the pill upon it.

"Rest easy, Shaman Yue; on Chiyan Pingyuan, whoever harbors ill intent toward the Snow Tiger Tribe's people or trade goods, my Scorpion Tribe will be the first not to let him off."

Having said that, seeing that Wu Yue had no intention of returning with him to the tribe's base,

After rising to bid farewell, he hurriedly rushed toward the tribe under the escort of many beastman warriors.

The pure shamanic energy constantly emanating from this black little pill in his bosom never ceased to make his heart surge.

If it weren't unsafe to take outside, he would have swallowed it the instant he got it in his hand.

Thinking that his shamanic power, which had stagnated for years, was about to achieve a new breakthrough.

Hehe...

Even the gloomy scorpion shaman couldn't help but let out a foolish laugh.

The Beastman Warrior guards nearby, hearing that, almost forgot they were still in beast form, and couldn't help wanting to raise their claws to scratch their ears.

Could it be that they ate poisonous wild vegetables for breakfast, yet they actually heard their own shaman laugh?

Seeing off the scorpion shaman's group as they left, Wu Yue smiled and left some food for the few Huo Fire, then she and Yuan Lang mounted the Cloud-Steed and departed.

Only after the two figures vanished into the vast snowy plain did the Huo Fire finally let out a big breath.

"I wonder if the endless desert deep within the Chiyan Pingyuan is also snowing?"

Yuan Lang chuckled, rubbing her head: "Don't worry, we'll stay here a few days; the pheasant you like to eat is almost gone."

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