Chapter 160 – The Wolf King’s Naughty Little Wife – Beast God’s Messenger (06)
When the chief followed Brown to the back of the mountain, Kyle had just finished laying the foundation. Not far away, Bai Tang was guarding a stone pot, from which an incredibly delicious aroma wafted—one they had never smelled before.
“So fragrant! Bai Tang, what delicious thing are you cooking this time?” Brown, ever friendly, ran over eagerly. In the stone pot, orange chunks floated on the surface of the simmering liquid.
“What’s this?” Brown asked.
“Carrots! They’re super tasty. Want to eat together?”
Since Brown was Kyle’s friend, that made him Bai Tang’s friend too. And Bai Tang was always generous with his friends.
“Yes, yes!” Brown sat down by the stone pot, staring unblinkingly at the bubbling soup.
“Ahem.” The chief, who had been left behind, gave a light cough to draw Brown’s attention back.
“Chief.” Kyle nodded at him in greeting. “Come, have a seat.”
The bone broth was rich with flavor, especially after Bai Tang had added plenty of ingredients and a pinch of salt. It was a feast for the senses—color, aroma, and taste all in one.
Many of the ingredients had been confirmed by the system to exist in this world, but the beastmen hadn’t yet discovered which ones were edible. That’s why Bai Tang dared to take them out from his small bag’s storage space.
“Soup’s ready~” Bai Tang served a steaming bowl of soup to each person.
Beastmen had tough skin and thick flesh. The hot stone bowls were just the right temperature for them—hot, but not scalding.
The three of them held their bowls as the rising steam warmed their faces.
They had eaten meat boiled in water before, but the flavorless broth and meat had been bland and troublesome to prepare, so they had abandoned the method.
But Bai Tang’s version today was clearly different—just the smell alone was appetizing.
“Careful, it’s hot~” Bai Tang blew on his soup and, using a piece of beast hide as a pad, cradled the bowl and sipped it slowly.
Kyle had always supported Bai Tang. Even though there were unfamiliar red and green things floating on top—carrots and leafy greens—it smelled delicious. And since Bai Tang had made it himself, Kyle would eat it even if it were poisonous.
He gulped it down in one go, surprised by how good it tasted—a flavor he had never encountered in his life.
Kyle licked his lips, then took the wooden chopsticks Bai Tang handed him and tried to pick up a piece of meat the same way Bai Tang did.
But beastmen were naturally strong. Kyle accidentally used too much force and snapped the chopsticks in half.
Brown & the Chief: “…”
Bai Tang pressed his lips together, looking at the tall, flustered beastman. For the first time, he found him adorable.
“Let me do it.”
He picked up a piece of meat with his own chopsticks and brought it to Kyle’s mouth.
Kyle’s eyes sparkled with a smile as he opened his mouth to enjoy the sub-beastman’s feeding.
The Chief and Brown: Suddenly, the meat in their own bowls didn’t taste so good anymore.
The two single winged-wolves, provoked by the display, turned their sorrow and frustration into appetite. Without waiting for Bai Tang’s invitation, they helped themselves and polished off all the meat soup in the pot. As for someone like Kyle, who needed a sub-beastman to feed him—well, he could just starve!
Although only half full, the warm soup in their stomachs felt comforting. The chief thought, If we can drink such delicious meat soup even in winter, the cold won’t be a problem at all.
Thinking of the bitter cold of winter, the chief suddenly remembered what he had come here for, snapping out of his food-induced daze.
He waited until Bai Tang and Kyle had finished eating before asking about the food and houses that Brown had mentioned.
“Tang Tang has discovered several types of food that are long-lasting and easy to store. The sweet potatoes Brown brought back today are one of them. As for the house—you’ll see it once it’s built.”
Hearing is believing, but seeing is truth. Though the beastmen didn’t have this saying, they thought along the same lines.
The sweet potatoes from the afternoon had been quite filling. As for how long they could be stored—they’d just have to wait and see in a few days.
After confirming the location where the sweet potatoes grew, the chief awkwardly carried the extra meat soup Bai Tang had cooked back home. The Priest Mana was already waiting outside the chief’s house. Seeing him return, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.
“Priest Mana, try this—it’s meat soup. It tastes really good,” the chief said with a cheerful smile.
The Mana Priest had a tense expression. “This was made by Bai Tang?”
“Indeed. I don’t think the sub-beastman is lying. Kyle has already started building a house in the back mountain.”
Hearing this, the Priest Mana’s face lit up with excitement. He pulled the chief inside.
“I just finished praying and divining to the Beast God. The result showed that the Beast God has truly blessed the Winged Wolf Tribe. Great changes are coming to our tribe.” Even the usually composed Priest Mana couldn’t help but lose his calm. This was truly uplifting news.
Although the divination didn’t specify who the Beast God’s messenger was, the sub-beastman in the back mountain had already begun bringing change to the tribe—most likely, it was him.
“Beast God bless us, Beast God bless us…” If the chief had still been skeptical before, he was now fully convinced after hearing the priest’s words.
Does this mean… this winter, no more cubs will die in the Winged Wolf Tribe?
“Oh, and the Beast God’s messenger also mentioned many kinds of long-lasting food. I’ll go consult with him tomorrow. For now, let’s have everyone go dig up sweet potatoes first.” Now that he knew Bai Tang was the Beast God’s messenger, the chief didn’t dare refer to him by name anymore.
As the Priest Mana drank the fresh, flavorful meat soup the chief brought back, the sweetness of the carrots warmed him to the core. This is wonderful. No one will have to go hungry this winter. The Winged Wolf Tribe will only get better from here on out.
…
The next day, the chief gathered the beastmen in the village square and set aside the morning for them to dig up sweet potatoes.
Although the beastmen didn’t know what sweet potatoes were, once they heard it was a food that tasted good, filled the belly, and could be stored for a long time, they all became excited.
Brown also brought out the vine basket that Bai Tang had woven the day before and demonstrated its many uses. For example, when washing small fruits in water, the basket prevented them from floating away and kept the beast hide from getting wet or dirty.
Following Bai Tang’s instructions, he even drove a sturdy stick into the wall to hang the basket, which allowed them to store things off the ground and off the hides—making better use of space and saving precious materials.
The beastmen were stunned—there was actually a way to do that?!
For a moment, they were full of admiration for Bai Tang, who had both discovered new food and invented such a basket. If the chief hadn’t stopped them, they would’ve already flown to the back mountain to catch a glimpse of the Beast God’s messenger.
Ran Xiayue, who was mingling with the crowd, was also quite shocked. Discovering sweet potatoes wasn’t all that surprising—weren’t humans always discovering edible things in nature? But the basket weaving, and how beautiful it looked too… She began to wonder if Bai Tang was also a transmigrator like her.
Taking advantage of the enthusiasm among the female sub-beastmen who wanted to learn from Bai Tang, Ran Xiayue also raised her hand to sign up. She had to go take a look—whether this sub-beastman was a fellow countrywoman or just incredibly lucky.
The chief felt a bit conflicted. Learning was necessary, of course, but sending such a large group… Bai Tang seemed rather shy and didn’t like crowds.
In the end, the chief and the Priest Mana decided to ask Bai Tang first, and then decide whether to bring the rest of the sub-beastmen over.
When they arrived at the back mountain, Kyle had already completed the house’s frame. Bai Tang was standing nearby with a blueprint, directing the construction.
“The messenger is busy~” the chief greeted with a smile.
“Qiu’er, what’s he talking about—‘messenger’?” Bai Tang was puzzled.
“The chief thinks you’re a messenger sent by the Beast God,” the system gloated. “Tang Tang, you’ve stolen the female lead’s identity.”
Bai Tang waved his hand dismissively. “I’m not a messenger…”
“You are the messenger.” The Priest Mana stepped forward, grasping Bai Tang’s hand with an excited expression. “Thank the Beast God for sending a messenger to the Winged Wolf Tribe. We will fully support you.”
…
Three years ago, he had divined that something unusual would happen in the Winged Wolf Tribe, but he hadn’t been able to find the source.
Meanwhile, the tribe had continued to suffer hunger and cold through the winters, with no visible change. He had been worried, but helpless.
Now he finally understood—the event from three years ago must have been Bai Tang’s arrival. The Beast God had sent a messenger to observe them. If they passed the observation, they would be granted the knowledge to survive the winter.
“Tang Tang, you might as well accept it,” the system urged. “Better you than the female lead, who would abuse the title and cause harm.”
Bai Tang thought back to the original plot: because of the female lead’s status as the Beast God’s messenger, she used the beastmen’s reverence to order them around, act like a tyrant, and even indirectly caused the destruction of the Snake Tribe. His new friend, Bai Chuansu, had likely gone to the Snake Tribe. He couldn’t let the female lead hurt his friends.
Thinking of this, Bai Tang stopped denying it. He spoke in a soft and sweet voice, “Just call me Bai Tang. I don’t like being called the Beast God’s messenger.”
That title always made him feel like he was the same as the female lead, which really annoyed him.
“Alright, Bai Tang,” the Priest Mana said happily, seeing that Bai Tang had finally accepted it.
Seizing the opportunity, he continued, “Bai Tang, the sub-beastmen and females in the tribe really want to learn how to weave baskets from you. Would you be willing to teach them?”
Bai Tang felt uneasy around large crowds—he lacked a sense of safety. He looked toward Kyle, troubled. If he agreed, the crowd would be overwhelming and uncomfortable. But if he refused, it would seem unkind, especially since this was Kyle’s tribe to protect.
Kyle, having just finished explaining the house’s framework to the chief, walked over and pulled Bai Tang into his arms.
“If you don’t want to teach, then don’t,” Kyle said. He knew Bai Tang preferred quiet surroundings, and a crowd would definitely be too noisy.
Bai Tang shook his head. “I’ll teach, but…” He looked up at Kyle and wrapped his arms around his waist. “There are too many people. I can’t teach them all at once.”
Kyle gently stroked the squirrel sub-beastman’s head and turned to the Priest Mana. “The house is still under construction. Too many people here would be dangerous. Please choose a few to come learn from Tang Tang, and then they can go back and teach the others.”
The Priest Mana glanced at the crisscrossing framework of the house and agreed it was a good idea. He remembered an incident where, during house construction, a cub playing nearby had been crushed by falling stones. Since then, they’d banned cubs and females from approaching active construction sites.
The Priest Mana went back to gather people, and the chief left to organize the tribe’s trip to the forest to dig up sweet potatoes. The back mountain was once again left to Bai Tang and Kyle.
“Are you unhappy? If you don’t like it, you can just teach me, and I’ll teach the others,” Kyle said gently, ruffling Bai Tang’s hair.
Kyle teaches → has contact with female sub-beastmen → comes into contact with Ran Xiayue → male and female leads spark feelings → mission fails → Bai Tang is abandoned → Bai Chuansu and his lover die.
That equation was terrifying. Bai Tang’s head shook like a rattle drum. “No, no, that’s not necessary.”
Seeing how firm Bai Tang was, Kyle smiled softly. “Then we’ll do everything your way.”
“Really? You’ll listen to me?”
“Yes, all of it. I’ll listen to you.”
“Then… then I want a kiss…”
Kyle’s heart pounded wildly as he stared in disbelief at the sub-beastman’s flushed little face. “Tang Tang?”
“Hmm?” Bai Tang was shy. In this world, even his mate hadn’t kissed or hugged him yet. He just wanted a little sense of security.
The beastman’s kiss was hot and fierce. Kyle captured Bai Tang’s lips and deepened the kiss of the beloved sub-beastman who had taken the initiative to ask for intimacy.
Tang Tang had even ridden on his beast form’s back, yet he’d still hesitated, unsure whether Tang Tang truly accepted him. That was inexcusable—how could he make his sub-beastman take the first step?
Kyle’s eyes darkened. In his heart, there was only one thought: Tang Tang is mine.
Author’s note:
Tang Tang’s wonderfully weird logic formulas are back! Did you miss them?!