Chapter 792: Leaving the Silver Sand Tribe

It's not that I'm really going to die, but it's true that I've lost favor.

Having just agreed to the invitation of the Silver Sand Tribe's Beastman Warrior, the Beastfolk of the Silver Sand Tribe immediately followed Wu Yue and Yuan Lang to Mukong Shaman's territory to "help" pack up their belongings.

Watching Shaman Yue's luxurious hide tent being moved from its small encampment to the Silver Sand Tribe's temporary encampment.

Mukong Shaman is completely unwell.

That bastard Lao Duwu, just for a tiny slot to follow the Great Shaman to the super-tribe, actually offended a shaman from the Bai Sha Yan Hai super-tribe.

Moreover, seeing the respectful attitude of those Silver Sand Tribe Beastman Warriors, it's clear that Shaman Yue still holds a high position in the Snow Moon Tribe.

With the help of the Silver Sand Beastman Warriors, they set up the tent in the new location.

Seeing Mukong Shaman standing listlessly to the side, Wu Yue laughed.

"Mukong Shaman, Lao Duwu is Lao Duwu, you are you, we keep your care for me and Yuan Lang in our hearts."

"If there's ever a chance to organize a trade caravan to the endless desert, I'll come visit you again."

Hearing her say that, Mukong Shaman finally felt much better inside.

"Shaman Yue, are you still willing to exchange salt with our tribe?"

Wu Yue smiled and nodded at the words: "Of course I'm willing."

Mukong Shaman came over with a worried frown, then left laughing.

Due to the disaster in Bai Sha Yan Hai, the Silver Sand Tribe's salt‑exchange party had to stay longer there to gather enough salt.

So after confirming the identities of Wu Yue and Yuan Lang, they suggested making haste back to the tribe.

Wu Yue naturally had no objection.

After saying goodbye to the Sand Lizard Shaman and the Humpback Shaman, the party set out the next day for the Silver Sand Tribe.

"How long will it take to reach the Silver Sand Tribe's encampment?"

Wu Yue turned to the beastman leading the party ahead and asked.

"Shaman Yue, if we travel quickly we can generally make it back to the tribe before the black sand storm; if we go all out, it will take about half a month."

"The black sand storm is terrifying; no beastfolk can survive in it, so we must press on at full speed, which will be arduous—please understand."

Traveling like this...

Wu Yue lowered her hand to pat Tengyun's head: "It's fine; you're the ones working hard, after all I don't need to travel myself."

The gentle stroking rested on its head, and Tengyun let out a comfortable howl.

Their marching pace grew more vigorous.

A disdainful little glance flicked toward the Silver Sand Tribe beastman beside them.

What's so hard about it?

The master has his beast-beast, I'm fine; the hardship is yours.

Glanced at by the fierce beast ahead, for some reason the Silver Sand Tribe beastman inexplicably grasped the meaning of that look.

Heh, do beast-beasts these days have so many ulterior motives?

In winter, the endless desert—which already can't hold any temperature—sees its temperature plunge after sunset.

Aside from the patrolling beastfolk, everyone wrapped themselves in thick hides and entered the erected hide tents.

That's right, they are hide tents.

Seeing Wu Yue curiously inspecting their tents.

The Silver Sand Tribe beastmen's faces were full of pride: "Even in our super-tribe we still have plenty of hides."

Especially we who need to go out for exchange.

The journey is too far; bringing sand pits is inconvenient.

Our hide tents are all personally arranged by the Great Shaman, made of the thickest, warmest hides.

As a land‑tribe person not lacking in hides, Wu Yue nodded authoritatively: "Indeed, these are very good hides."

These hides, when traded in our forest‑tribe encampment, require a lot of food and salt.

After all, thick, large, intact hides test the hunting prowess of the beastman warriors.

One must kill the wild beast without damaging its pelt.

After everyone simply ate some food, they each went into their tents to rest.

Late at night it was silent, only the cold wind stirring the hides on the tents made a faint sound.

At some point, a fine rustling sound mingled in.

Yuan Lang, who was sitting in the tent cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Shaman Yue! Shaman Yue!"

At the same time, the voice of the patrolling beastman warrior outside came from outside their tent.

Yuan Lang asked in a low voice: "What's happening outside?"

The beastman's breathing was a bit ragged: "Yuan Lang Warrior, we've been attacked by a sand‑snake swarm."

"The captain has already organized everyone to fight; please don't leave Shaman Yue's side—leave the outside to us."

Yuan Lang's voice was cold and stern: "Understood."

The beastman's footsteps retreated from the tent.

Yuan Lang rose, went to Wu Yue's side, woke her, and briefly told her about the sand‑snake attack outside.

Hearing about the sand snakes, Wu Yue's eyes lit up: "Haven't we failed to obtain a live sand‑snake specimen before?"

Having collected so many animal and plant specimens for her, Yuan Lang naturally understood her meaning.

"You want to catch a live sand snake?"

Wu Yue's eyes were firm: "I've tried before; the points for a live specimen are far greater than those for beast fragments."

"Now that there's a sand‑snake swarm, we'll pick a weaker one to catch and turn in."

What a great chance to farm points—how could we possibly give it up?

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing a flutter in the other's eyes.

You go catch the sand snakes; I'll ride Cloud Treader up into the sky—I won't get hurt.

She said, bending her arm: "Don't underestimate me—I even scare myself when I fight."

Yuan Lang's dark eyes instantly curved; he couldn't help laughing at her.

In the night desert, darkness posed no obstacle to the beastman warriors.

They clearly saw every sand snake that came to surround them.

Captain, the sand snakes are growing in number—we've already had several tribesmen poisoned.

Let everyone hold on; as long as we hold until dawn, these guys will retreat.

We must protect Shaman Yue.

Yes!

The beastfolk replied in unison.

The poisoned beastman warriors gritted their teeth against the piercing pain, still waving their weapons within the tribesmen's protective circle, occasionally flinging a sand snake away.

The battle was fiercely intense.

Wu Yue sat on Cloud Treader's back, leaping into the high sky.

Aoo~~!

Suddenly a soul-stirring, slightly tangy cry rang in their ears.

Both person and beast turned curiously toward the source of the sound.

They saw a Silver Sand Tribe beastman warrior wrapped in earth-yellow beast hide, clutching his protruding buttocks as he hopped and cried 'ao ao'.

Damn sand snake—it actually bit my butt! I'll fight you to the death!

The beastfolk cried 'ao ao' while waving their weapons, swishing at the nearby sand snakes.

Wu Yue rubbed her chin, looking thoughtful: "Indeed, human potential is only forced out; you agree, right, Cloud Treader?"

The beast beneath her shuddered, and on its face appeared a rare hint of fawning: 'ao ao~'.

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