Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 470 - 376: The Snow Tiger Tribe’s Path to Fortune

He remembered a time, back when he was still naive. Upon meeting this young female, he had assumed she was no different from the others—utterly weak.

But life had dealt him a harsh lesson. The savageness of this young female was truly a sight to behold.

First, she had poisoned them. Then, she used all sorts of delicious food to lure them into doing countless tasks for her.

Gazing down at his now-gaunt frame, the Angry Beast silently hugged himself.

Wu Yue turned to the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch with an exceptionally sweet smile, her attitude so pleasant it was almost unbelievable to any Beastman. "I’m so glad the witch enjoys my cooking. It’s one Beast Skin Bag of salt per bowl. How many would you like?"

The moment her words fell, a series of sharp gasps echoed from the crowd. The members of the various tribes stared in shock at the Snow Tiger Tribe’s Witch Disciple, who stood by the stove, ladle in hand.

’Damn, a Witch Disciple is really something else! The food she makes is more valuable than anyone’s. The price in Beast Skins was shocking enough, but now she’s demanding salt? It’s enough to scare the Beast Skin Skirts right off them!’

The smile on the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch’s face instantly froze. "Was this food made by the Beast God himself?"

’Does she have to be so outrageous!?’

Wu Yue maintained her gentle smile. "How could my cooking possibly compare to the Beast God’s? I’m just a humble Witch Disciple. It’s just... there isn’t much of this food left. And our tribe doesn’t need salt, nor are we lacking for Beast Skins after the recent trades, so..."

’So now that you don’t need anything, you’ve decided to start ripping me off?’

The Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch was absolutely fuming. The look she shot Wu Yue was like a volley of daggers. SWISH SWISH SWISH.

"Oh dear, it seems the witch didn’t bring much salt with her."

Wu Yue looked at her with an expression of regret and tapped her chin. "My witch told me the Yan Yan Tribe owns an entire mountain of salt. That they’re the one tribe on the whole Red Flame Continent that never has to worry about it. It seems she was lying to me."

She punctuated the statement with a disdainful pout.

Of course, the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch knew exactly what Wu Yue was trying to do. She didn’t want to fall for the trap, but looking at this scrawny little female—whose thighs were thinner than her own arms—made her blood boil.

Then she caught another whiff of the fragrant aroma from the pot. Torn between craving and fury, she felt herself spiraling.

She took two deep breaths, and her lips curved once more into a gentle smile. "Of course our Yan Yan Tribe has plenty of salt. An amount a small tribe like yours couldn’t even dream of."

With that, she waved to a Beastman behind her. "Bring ten Beast Skin Bags of salt."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding tribe members erupted into discussion, all of them looking at the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch as if she were a reckless spendthrift.

Meanwhile, another group of people looked at Wu Yue with glowing eyes. A young female who could trade a single pot of food for dozens of fine Beast Skins and even secure salt for the winter... they wanted one for their tribe, too.

Although they, too, thought their witch was being a high-handed spendthrift, the Yan Yan Tribe’s Beastman Warriors were accustomed to obeying. Gritting their teeth, they hauled over ten whole Beast Skin Bags of salt.

Wu Yue accepted the salt with a beaming smile, then shamelessly kept the Beast Skin Bags they came in. "The Yan Yan Tribe isn’t short on Beast Skins anyway. You might as well just give them to a small tribe like ours."

Looking at the beautiful stone houses behind the young female, the other Beastmen were filled with envy. They, too, wanted to be members of a "small" tribe like this one.

The Angry Beast stealthily backed away a few steps to sidle up next to the Scorpion Beastman Captain, his eyes filled with a smug, ’I told you so’ glint. "See? From now on, we stay far away from that young female. Especially when she’s smiling that brightly."

The Scorpion Beastman Captain nodded in fervent agreement. "Females are terrifying."

’What am I going to do? I think I’m traumatized by females now. I’m never going to fall in love.’

Looking at the stack of Beast Skins behind him, and then at the salt piled up behind the Snow Tiger Tribe’s young female, the Scorpion Beastman Captain suddenly felt a sliver of consolation.

’Looks like this young female went pretty easy on us, after all.’

Scowling, the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch picked up a stone bowl from the wooden table. Staring at the portion of food inside—barely enough to get stuck in her teeth—she felt her stomach was already full from sheer anger.

She forced a stiff smile. "I’d like to take this food back to my house to eat, if that’s alright?"

Wu Yue waved her hand magnanimously. "Of course. Just have your tribesmen wash the bowl and bring it back here when you’re done."

Then, as if a thought had just struck her, she smiled at the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch. "And if you happen to break it, remember to bring more salt. One broken stone bowl is one Beast Skin Bag of salt, you know."