Mò jué bù dài nán zé qù, ér zì dú qù xuě chāo bāo wù bù.
The strength of the Weasel Tribe is much weaker than that of the Snow Wolf Tribe. The entire tribe has only one sixth-grade beastman, Luoshan.
The rest are all fifth-grade, and there aren't many of them, they can all be counted on one palm.
Such a small tribe, Mò jué has no interest in it.
Moonlight Forest, the residence of the Snow Weasel Tribe, the home of Luoshan.
"Who are you? Dare to intrude on the residence of our chieftain at night, you must be getting tired of living."
Lo Shn felt something and quickly got up from the bed, looking alertly around.
Upon seeing who was before him, his expression turned to terror.
Then, he reacted extremely quickly, becoming a beast in an instant, his entire body's snow weasel fur stood on end, revealing an attack stance.
Though he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually panicking inside.
Why?
Why is it terrifying to be a seventh-level Python Tengu, Mò jué?
Why is it this demonic star?
Thinking about the few words he had spoken to Yu Yao today, Lo Shn wanted to die.
What's the big deal? It's just calling you a bitch twice. Why do you have to come kill me in the middle of the night?
It's never been like this to indulge a woman. Lo Shn was on the verge of tears, with a look of despair on his face.
He's only a sixth-level warrior and old, he can't be a match for Mò jué.
Lo Shan's instinct was to run, but the terrifying aura emanating from Mò jué sealed him, leaving him with no escape.
"I heard that you want to join forces with the Snow Wolf Tribe to deal with me? And you even cursed my female behind my back?"
Looking at Lo Shan in attack mode, Mò jué showed no concern, speaking in a lazy tone.
Lo Shan naturally wouldn't admit it. With a human-like voice, he said, "Hahaha, there's no such thing. Is there some misunderstanding?"
Mò jué smirked coldly, "Misunderstanding? I don't care whether it's a misunderstanding or not. Anyway, you can die tonight."
With a casual tone, he said the most cruel things imaginable.
Luoshan felt an endless chill in his heart, knowing that he might not escape this time. But his strong desire for survival made him quickly launch an attack.
Even though he knew he wasn't a match, he would still try his luck.
He even deliberately made a bigger commotion, hoping to attract the assistance of his tribe's beastmen.
However, his idea was destined to be in vain.
A mocking and disdainful gleam flashed through Mò jué's eyes, and with a flash of black light, he transformed into his original form.
His snake tail coiled up, and with a fierce strike, it lashed out.
Though the tail strike was a simple skill, it carried all the power of his seventh-level warrior.
Lo Shan was too old, and his movements were already slow. The snake whip struck him on the top of his head in an instant, knocking him senseless and sprawling on the ground.
A loud "Ah!" sound, followed by a vomit of blood that sprayed out, and he couldn't get back up again.
He wasn't unwilling to resist, but facing the seventh-level Python Tengu, Mò jué, he had no chance to resist.
It was a complete display of strength dominance with no difficulty at all.
Knowing he couldn't run away, Luoshan had a heart to die, so as to avoid further suffering before his death.
He had heard that Yin Sen had died a gruesome death, even having his fur stripped away.
Luoshan didn't want to end up in such a pitiful state.
He gritted his teeth, before Mò jué could strike, he crashed violently into the giant pillar inside the room.
A loud "thump" resounded, causing the wooden cabin to shake as if it were about to collapse.
Luoshan fell to the ground, his snow weasel head was smashed out of shape, and blood flowed everywhere. With a twitch of his head, he died on the spot.
"That's one way to put it!"
Mò jué looked at Lo Shan's deceased body, hesitated for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
He originally planned to take off Lo Shan's fur as clothing, as the weasel fur is warm and would be quite suitable for Yao Er to keep warm during the winter.
But thinking about Yao Er's original form being a snow weasel, he was afraid it would be a psychological barrier and she wouldn't want to use it.
Upon such reflection, he abandoned the idea of taking off Lo Shan's fur to make clothes.
After Lo Shan's death, Mò jué wouldn't hesitate to leave, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
The commotion here was not small, and the beastmen of the Snow Weasel Tribe who heard the noise soon arrived.
Before they could enter, they smelled a strong scent of blood.
"Bad news, the tribe leader is in trouble!"
The beastmen who arrived hurriedly turned pale, pushed open the door, and saw Luoshan's original form. His head was smashed out of shape, obvious signs of suicide.
"What's going on? How could the tribe leader commit suicide?"
"I'm not sure, but there must have been a fight here just now. The tribe leader must have been driven to it!"
"Bad news, there's a scent of snakes and beasts in the air. It's the Black Snake Tribe!"
Upon learning that it was the Black Snake Tribe's beasts who coerced the tribe leader to commit suicide, the beastmen of the Snow Weasel Tribe were instead taken aback.
The Black Snake Tribe is a very powerful tribe, much stronger than the Snow Weasel Tribe.
In such a situation, how could they seek revenge?
Moreover, they didn't want to seek revenge.
Instead, they felt that Luoshan's death was for the best. He was too old and stubborn to give up the position of tribe leader.
Now that he's dead, the position is finally vacant.
The beastmen of the Snow Weasel Tribe were all competing for the position of tribe leader, and no one was concerned about Luoshan's death.
Of course, no one went to bother Lo Bai either.
Lo Bai couldn't move his limbs, and he could only lie in bed, but since Luoshan died, the beastmen who used to take care of him no longer paid attention to him.
No one was taking care of him for his basic needs, such as food, water, and hygiene. The entire room reeked with a stench.
Lo Bai couldn't stand this kind of life anymore, so he bit his tongue to end it.
By the time the beastmen of the tribe found out, Lo Bai had already been dead for several days.
But no one seemed to care.
A worthless beastman, his death was more of a relief.
Yu Yao, unaware of the events in the Snow Weasel Tribe, was in a very good mood at the moment because some beasts had found a large patch of cotton.
She instructed A Wu to take care of the children and quickly followed Mò jué, who was in a hurry, to the armpit where the cotton was discovered.
The armpit was surrounded by mountains on all sides and was very spacious. As far as the eye could see, it was covered with wild cotton, and the cotton plants were growing well. They were already in full bloom, with snow-white flowers.
She arrived just in time; if she had been late, those splendidly blooming cotton flowers might have fallen to the ground.
The cotton fluff is white, and when it explodes from the cotton bolls, it looks like clouds, soft and warm.
Mò jué looked on in astonishment, his gaze falling on Yu Yao, "Yao Er, you said this is called cotton, can it really keep you warm? And can it be made into cloth?"
"Of course it's true. The cotton spun into cloth is soft and delicate, with good absorbency. It can be made into jackets and bedding, even warmer than animal skin. With it, the winter won't be as hard to bear!"
Yu Yao was really delighted. She had thought that she would not find any cotton before the coming of the snow season, but unexpectedly, she received such a pleasant surprise.
"So it is indeed a valuable item!"
Mò jué nodded slightly, a smile on his lips as he said.
Now that Mò jué had heard this, he himself took a beast pouch and went to pick cotton.
Seeing this, Yu Yao took another beast pouch for him and instructed: "You just pick the cotton bolls, and we'll peel them back when we return. But the cotton bolls vary in quality. Put the ones that bloom well and radiantly into one bag, and the others into another."
"All right, I know!"
Mò jué nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
The beast who discovered the cotton also took two beast pouches to pick it.
Yu Yao did the same.
She worked quickly, and in just half an hour, the three of them had harvested the entire cotton field.
All the beast pouches they brought were also filled to the brim.
She planned to make cotton blankets and jackets from the good cotton, so that when the cold winter season came, it wouldn't be so chilly.
If there are any extra, they can be used to spin and weave threads.
Currently, the priority is to keep warm.
