Chapter 162

The beastmen's food is mostly cultivated. Fu Le tasted the spiritual fruits here, and they tasted very good, but compared with the Spirit Continent, they were not satisfactory. The spiritual energy was weak. For ordinary people, the taste was excellent, but for cultivators, it was not very attractive.

However, the herbs are truly excellent, comparable to those found on the Spirit Continent.

The meat spirit mushrooms of the horse-beastmen can not only be used as medicine, but are also eaten by their people. However, they cultivate too much of it, and it is too monotonous. They get tired of eating too much of it, so apart from a small portion being used as food, the rest are used to trade with other tribes for meat and spirit fruits.

The horse-beastmen race does not know how to grow spirit fruits. According to Luhe, they had tried, but either the fruits did not grow or they were withered and dry. Most importantly, the mountain land where they planted the fruits was quickly abandoned and no more medicinal seedlings grew. It took them almost ten years to restore the original ecological environment.

Therefore, each beast race has its own strengths. For example, the tiger and leopard races are the best at raising animals, producing fat and strong small beasts for food.

Fu Le traded various daily necessities with the beasts for a small amount of products from their respective tribes. After testing and tasting each item, he wrote down what he wanted in his notebook, intending to use that as the basis for his trades.

"Do you want this? This is a wild ginseng we grew. It can only grow on one mountain." A shy groundhog beastman appeared in front of Fu Le, carrying a wild ginseng that was as thick as a water bucket and a meter long.

Fu Le looked at the mouse's two-meter-tall body, which was shy and cute, and smiled. It was a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old in real life, with a round face and round eyes. Its spread-out mouse ears twitched from time to time.

"Let me see." Fu Le stood up from the sofa, reached out and took the ginseng, which looked like a big, fat radish. It was quite heavy, weighing over two hundred pounds.

"Seven-leaf ginseng, a sacred product used to blacken hair, repair aging organs, nourish meridians, and prolong life. What a wonderful thing!!"

"What do you want to exchange for?" Fu Le asked, satisfied with what he had put away.

"Can I trade ten of those soft toys for one? I have ten younger brothers and sisters, and they all love soft things." The groundhog boy pointed innocently to the giant carrot pillow, which was over a meter long, on the stall.

“Sure.” Fu Le reached out and handed ten to the boy. “Would you like to trade your tribe’s ginseng for food? I have some spirit sweet potatoes here. They’re very filling, don’t pick and choose their soil, and have a very high survival rate. Take them back and ask your tribesmen.” He took out two purplish-red sweet potatoes, about the size of basketballs, that he had casually collected from the Spirit Continent. They tasted very good and were very filling. Giving them to these beasts might alleviate their food shortage crisis.

Although this continent has a good ecological environment, each race has its own territory inherited from its ancestors. They live in seclusion and never cross the boundaries of other races. However, not every place in these territories is suitable for planting, nor does every race know how to plant. Many beasts need food to fill their stomachs, so they have to exchange their own race's resources for it.

Bluey the groundhog collected the sweet potatoes and toys, then jumped far away.

Fu Le's notebook has added another item: Seven-Leaf Ginseng.

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Fu Le set up camp at the foot of the mountain. Various beast races traveled back and forth every day to exchange seeds that did not exist on this continent, as well as many spiritual fruits and vegetables that they had never eaten before.

The little prince spends his days lying down, munching on all sorts of magical fruits he's never tasted before, living a very pleasant life.

“Fu, the monkey clan has sent an envoy who wants to see the little prince.” It was Ziyuan, the leader of the hedgehog clan, who was also the old man with whom they had become friends after a fight.

Fu Le was taken aback by these words, his gaze falling on the little prince who was rolling on the ground. "Ask the little prince yourselves if he sees it. After all, it's not a monkey from your half-orc realm."

“Alright.” Ziyuan nodded and walked to the little prince’s side. “Little prince, would you like to meet our monkey king?”

The little prince tumbled over, then stood up and squeaked at Ziyuan. He then jumped onto Fule's shoulder, bared his teeth at Ziyuan, and squeaked.

Fu Le couldn't understand, so he looked at Zi Yuan, who said, "The little prince said that if you are willing to go with him, he will go and meet him. The monkey clan said that they are willing to trade their spiritual liquid for spiritual fruits with you."

"The spirit liquid of the monkey clan? You mean monkey wine?" Fu Le's eyes lit up. Monkey wine, he'd accept anything.

"No, the spirit liquid is made by the monkeys by boiling medicinal herbs over a large fire, and they also add monkey pills left behind by dead monkeys. Monkey wine is fermented, so it's different. The monkey clan's spirit liquid is a very expensive cultivation resource, and it is a very precious thing for all of us beast clans. However, the monkey clan's production of spirit liquid is not high, and most of us beast clans cannot afford to exchange it. Now that the monkey clan is taking the initiative to return it to you, it must be because they are interested in the supplies you brought."

Fu Le nodded, "Then let's go."

The monkey tribe is located in a deep, secluded canyon.

This monkey's preferences seem to be pretty much the same in every dimension.

The mountains and fields are covered with lush greenery and colorful flowers, and fruit trees stand in neat rows, quite orderly.

Hmm, this is much cleaner than Monkey Valley on the Spirit Continent.

When Fu Le saw the first little monkey at the entrance of the valley, he was stunned for a long time, because the animals here all had human faces, like monkey hair pasted on human faces. They didn't walk, they just sat there, and looked no different from humans.

They even had fur coats on their bodies, and the female monkeys even had bras.

Could it be that the monkey king has completely evolved into a human?

After being informed by the monkeys on duty, Fu Le and the little prince were quickly welcomed inside, while Zi Yuan was kept outside Monkey Valley.

Four monkeys came to greet them, carrying a chair made of vines for Fu Le and the little prince to sit on. As soon as Fu Le was settled, the sedan chair was lifted up, and the sudden push made Fu Le startled and quickly circulate his spiritual energy to his limbs. The little prince squeaked and yelled, letting out a furious roar.

The next second, the seats slowed down, and the monkeys, suspended in the air, grinned at the little prince, making a few squeaking noises. Then the little prince jumped onto Fu Le's head and began to direct the speed.

The monkeys carrying the sedan chair were incredibly obedient, so respectful they were practically kneeling and shouting.

Fu Le was both amused and exasperated to be protected by a monkey for the first time.

Soon, in a flower house with winding flower groves, we met the legendary Monkey King.

A burly monkey as tall as a building!! And wearing armor made of vines, if it also wore a crown and held a golden cudgel, it would definitely be the Monkey King.

Fu Le: !!!

To be honest, she was somewhat stunned at that moment!

Is this really not Liu Xiao Ling Tong, the actor who played the Monkey King?

"Little monkey, why did you choose to form a pact with a human?!" The Monkey King met Fu Le, but seemed not to see her at all, and lifted the little prince off her head.

"Squeak squeak waa waa... squeak squeak... waa waa waa..." The little prince seemed very angry, speaking and gesturing at the same time.

Fu Le stood to the side, as quiet as a chicken. "Is she a Spirit Practitioner? Or a high-aptitude Spirit Practitioner? Hmm, what is a Spirit Practitioner? Like us, do they cultivate using pills?"

"Hmm, your monkey core is alright, but it's a bit small. Don't leave, stay here and cultivate. You've been neglecting your cultivation for a long time, haven't you?"

"It has to be done, whether you like it or not! Your contract is finalized!! The royal family of my monkey clan cannot form contracts with humans!!"

Fu Le, who had been as composed as a rock, could no longer hold back upon hearing this. "Monkey King, we came here only because you said you had spirit liquid and wanted to exchange it for supplies. We didn't come to pay our respects because we were afraid of you!!"

"You, a mere human, dare to have a royal family as your companion beast? You have some nerve!" The monkey king's scarlet eyes flashed with ferocity.

Fu Le sneered; it seemed the deal with the monkey clan was off.

As he left the cabin, Fu Le made a grabbing motion with his right hand, and a silver, intricately designed longbow appeared in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, a black arrow appeared on the string—it was none other than the giant's longbow! Its destructive power was undeniable.

Almost the instant Fu Le erupted in anger, she was surrounded by the monkey clan's guards. Each of them held a long halberd and roared outside her protective shield. Their blood-red eyes seemed to blaze with raging flames, as if they wanted to devour this bastard who dared to harm their leader!

"Little Prince, come back!!" Fu Le raised his arm, the arrowhead aimed at the Monkey King's forehead, calling for the Little Prince to return.

In an instant, the Little Prince appeared out of thin air on Fu Le's shoulder, and even the monkey hair in the Monkey King's hand was gone.

At this moment, the Monkey King was enraged. His blood-red eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he let out a roar that resounded through the sky. With a swift movement, he grabbed at Fu Le.

Having anticipated this, Fu Le gathered her spiritual energy at the soles of her feet and leaped into the air. A powerful grab from the Monkey King sent her and her protective shield tumbling backward. As she was thrown backward, the long arrow in Fu Le's palm shot out!

Seeing this, the Monkey King raised his hand to grab it, but the rocket that came rushing towards him seemed to have the destructive power of an abyss from another world. The mere extension of the flames melted the fur on his palm.

With a whoosh, the Monkey King withdrew his hand, leaped backward, and dodged to the right. But the arrow seemed to have gained sentience, drawing arcs in the air before finding his position and attacking again.

The overwhelming malevolent aura caused the Monkey King to roar wildly, leaping into the air and shooting away.

Fu Le watched coldly as the monkey king was chased by arrows all over the valley, while the little prince, clutching his stomach, would occasionally clap his hands and laugh, revealing his big teeth.

"Fu Le!! Stop it!!" The Monkey King's roar echoed through the valley.

Fu Le scratched his ear, but couldn't hear anything.

Not long after, a loud 'bang' was heard, and the Monkey King was blown up!

The little prince laughed so hard he bent over, while the monkey troop rioted and launched an attack on Fu Le's protective shield.

Their halberds gleamed with a bluish-purple light, striking the protective shield repeatedly, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Fu Le snorted coldly and flew out of the valley. She didn't want to hurt these monkeys; otherwise, her mortar wouldn't be to be trifled with.

Just as the entrance to the valley was in sight, a sudden gust of wind swept in. Fu Le was furious, turned around, put the mortar on his shoulder, and prepared to start a massacre.

It's true that she doesn't want to hurt the monkeys, but she would never repay kindness with evil!

"Fu Le, stop!!!" It was the Monkey King who caught up unharmed.

The Monkey King was unharmed, which was perfectly normal in Fu Le's eyes. A Monkey King who could cultivate the Monkey Core was far superior to beasts like the Kui Bird.

The Monkey King led his monkey soldiers in pursuit, coming with great momentum, but stopped ten meters away. His monkey eyes were fixed on the black cannon barrel in Fu Le's hand. Although he didn't know what it was, a warning from the depths of his soul told him that the thing was very lethal to his monkey descendants. He could withstand it, but the other monkeys could not.

"Let's talk," the Monkey King said through gritted teeth.

"What's the point of talking if the little prince doesn't want to stay?" As soon as Fu Le finished speaking, the little prince had already hugged her neck and was even baring his teeth at the monkey king in a provocative manner.

The Monkey King's face darkened. "I don't care about the little monkey's contract anymore. Let's talk about the deal." Mentioning the little prince, the Monkey King gritted his teeth, looking like he was disappointed in his junior.

Fu Le sneered, threw himself off the sofa, plopped down, cradled the mortar in his arms, and stared coldly at her. "Let's talk right here!!"

The little prince squeaked and babbled, his little bottom perched on Fu Le's shoulder, gesturing wildly. Just look at the Monkey King, and you'll know he wasn't saying anything nice.

"Alright, right here." The Monkey King waved his hand, releasing his rattan throne.

As soon as the Monkey King sat down, the other monkeys surrounded him. Fu Le coldly glanced around and uttered a single word, "Get lost!!"

Upon hearing this, the monkeys were enraged again, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws outside the protective shield, wishing they could tear this human who dared to offend their monkey king to shreds.

Fu Le's response was to stand up and prepare to attack.

They've got too big for their britches!

"Stop! Get back here, all of you!!" Seeing that Fu Le was about to get angry again, the Monkey King immediately ordered the monkeys to leave.

Despite their reluctance, after the Monkey King spoke, most of the monkeys left, leaving two steady monkeys standing quietly behind the Monkey King, awaiting orders.

When Fu Le saw the meek monkey for the first time, the momentary irritation in his heart subsided a little, but he still kept a cold face and waited for the monkey king opposite him to speak.

"I heard you have spirit fruit seeds, and they're even new spirit seeds that don't exist in the orc realm. I'd like to trade some with you." The Monkey King got straight to the point, not wanting to further anger this dimensional merchant who was prone to outbursts at the slightest provocation.

"What will you offer in exchange?" Since it's business, Fu Le didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

How about monkey wine?

"Okay, let the little prince have a cup first."

"Okay, take out your spirit seed and let me see it."

The Monkey King had the big monkey behind him pour half a cup of wine into a bamboo cup and bring it over. Fu Le accepted the monkey wine but did not hand the seed to the big monkey.

Seeing this, the Monkey King glared with his red eyes and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

Fu Le sniffed the aroma of the wine. It was alright, but the taste was still inferior to the monkey wine from the Spirit Continent.

"What's the rush?"

The little monkey drank it down, smacked its lips, and babbled at the monkey king, who asked with a stern face, "Are you serious? Is there any wine that tastes better than their monkey wine?"

Little Prince: Squeak, squeak, squeak...

After a long speech, the Monkey King's ugly expression softened a bit. "The little monkeys say you have better monkey wine."