Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 582 New Ore
As soon as Yiren Yitong arrived at the entrance of the trade fair venue, he saw Fuer, who was in charge of maintaining order at the venue today, leading several skinny males out from inside.

"Hmph! You've got some nerve, trying to fool our Snow Moon tribe! If we don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"

Among the skinny, drooping males, the one at the front turned to the orc warrior who was speaking: "Then tell me, why are the flowers so red?"

The worst thing was when the air suddenly went quiet. It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed the throat of the chirping, and his still somewhat childish face instantly turned red.

"Does a male from a small tribe like yours even know this? Get out of here!"

He had no idea why the flowers were so red; that's what the two orc warriors said when they reprimanded them, and they remembered it.

Seeing the furious Fu'er, Wu Yue couldn't help but chuckle to herself, thinking that Teng Qian or Teng Kun must have said those words.

"Foul, what's wrong with these people?"

"Lord Wuyue!"

Foul quickly led everyone forward to bow respectfully.

"Lord Wuyue, these tribesmen dared to use stones covered in green hair to impersonate stones that can be used to make sharp tools. We only arrested them after the tribesmen in charge of the exchange discovered it."

"Oh?"

Wu Yue turned to look at the group of skinny, trembling people kneeling on the ground: "Let me see the stones you brought."

The tribesmen trembled again upon hearing this. Good heavens, was this wizard going to punish them right now?

Just as the group was feeling uneasy, the skinny male who had spoken earlier took out a stone from his pocket and placed it on the ground in front of him.

“My lord wizard, these are the stones we brought. We did not mean to deceive the Snow Moon Tribe. We have never seen the kind of stone that the Snow Moon Tribe described, so we brought these stones that looked different.”

The male appeared to be the leader of the group, and he was also bolder than the other members of the tribe.

Wu Yue didn't speak, but took a few steps forward, channeling her witch power into her palm. The stone that was originally placed on the ground seemed to be attracted by something, and with a whoosh, it flew up and landed in her fair hand.

Upon seeing this, the Snow Moon tribe members' eyes burned with even greater reverence, while the members of the smaller tribe kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently.

I feel like they won't even be able to keep their skinny little bodies, waah!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Just as Wu Yue was about to examine the unusually colored stone in her hand more closely, Tongzi's exclamation suddenly rang in her mind.

She was startled, and the stone in her hand almost flew out.

"Tongzi, what are you yelling about?"

The short, stocky little boy excitedly clung to the small screen, his little bottom swaying from side to side, his soft, sweet voice carrying an undisguised hint of envy and jealousy.

"Host, you're incredibly lucky! This is copper ore!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue's eyes lit up instantly. She never expected that her original intention of collecting more iron ore would lead to such an unexpected surprise.

She looked at the skinny male kneeling at the front with a smile in her eyes: "Where did you find these stones, and how many do you have?" The male, who was expecting to be punished by the witch, seemed to be stunned for a moment because he did not expect that this powerful witch would not be angry.

Foul frowned, about to reprimand him, but saw his wizard wave his hand, signaling him to be quiet.

He grumbled and retreated to the side, his eyes filled with a hint of anger as he looked at the skinny leader.

The male cautiously looked up at the shaman, whose eyes were slightly smiling, and felt relieved. He quickly replied, "Shaman, these stones can be found everywhere in our tribe's territory, even in caves."

"Tsk tsk, looks like these skinny guys live in the copper mine."

The short, stocky boy was lounging with his legs crossed, munching on an ice pop, looking incredibly relaxed.

“I want these stones from your tribe’s territory. You can bring as many as you want to the Snow Moon Tribe to exchange for them.”

The male stared in shock at the shaman standing in front of him, surrounded by sunlight despite being backlit.

"Witch, are you serious?"

The male crawled forward a few steps in disbelief, but was stopped by Foul just as he was about to get close to Wuyue.

Wu Yue's eyes held a hint of pleasure: "I am a shaman, so what I say is true. As long as you bring these stones, after our tribesmen inspect and verify them, you can exchange them for the items you need in our Snow Moon Tribe."

She bent slightly to look at the young-looking male kneeling before her: "This is my promise to your tribe from Wuyue."

After saying that, she straightened up: "Which tribe are you from?"

The male replied with shining eyes, "Lord Wuyue, our tribe doesn't have names, but my name is Mosen."

Wu Yue smiled wryly. This young male named Mo Sen was the bravest and most daring pure-human male she had ever seen.

"For, this stone is very important. From now on, you will be in charge of the trade between our tribe and the Morsen tribe. After today, go and exchange tasks with other teams. The oxcart will also be assigned to you. Bring me back as many stones as possible."

It wasn't until long after their shaman had left that Fu'er approached the group of emaciated people: "Come back with me and have some food. We'll set off for your tribe tomorrow."

The next day, Fu'er bid farewell to Ayun, and with a magic talisman given to him by his family's shaman, he left with the skinny, emaciated members of his tribe.

Meanwhile, Yuan Lang and his group followed the direction the Uk tribe had left in the memories of the small tribe members and arrived at a hidden valley.

“Lord Yuanlang, those people in the gap ahead are indeed from the Uk tribe. They are led by two orc warriors. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn’t get too close.”

Perhaps because he had eaten and drunk well in the Snow Moon Tribe, Raman looked much younger than when they first met, and the weathered lines on his face had been smoothed out.

"Don't move here, I'll go check."

His gaze was cold. If it were just two orc warriors, they could be easily dealt with. But there were probably other tribes involved.

Watching his figure disappear into the forest, the remaining Raman and the members of the small tribe buried themselves in the surrounding fallen leaves, their breathing seemingly blending with the sound of the wind, making them virtually undetectable unless one listened carefully.

Yuan Lang's figure flashed through the forest until he reached the back of the crevice where the Uk tribe members were hiding. There, he sensed a powerful beast god force that was being suppressed. His eyes darkened, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "As expected, there was an ambush."

(End of this chapter)