Thinking about this, quite a few Great Shamans could no longer stay calm. Why? They were all Great Shamans — why were all the gifts being sent to Shaman Bull and none to them? They were Great Shamans too, and not a single one present was weaker than that Shaman Bull.
"Hey, what's the meaning of this? Why are you sending everything to him? How about sending some my way as well?" one Great Shaman called out from midair.
"Exactly. A great battle is imminent — these resources should be divided equally. He shouldn't be the only one to get them." Someone immediately echoed the sentiment.
This view won the agreement of even more Great Shamans. In no time, the crowd was clamoring endlessly, and the scene descended into chaos.
"What are you shouting about?" The Barbarian warrior who had stepped forward earlier barked coldly, showing not the slightest deference to these Great Shamans. He looked up with an icy expression and snorted, "Who said we're giving these weapons to Lord Shaman Bull? He traded for every last one of them."
"Tra... traded?"
"Impossible!"
"With this many weapons? What could he possibly trade for them?"
No one possessed that kind of wealth. The weapons piled up on the ground numbered at least a thousand, and more were still being brought over one after another. Even a Shaman King couldn't have enough wealth to trade for this many weapons, could he?
The leading Barbarian shook his head. "I don't know what Lord Shaman Bull traded with the others, but this is what he gave me."
As he spoke, he produced a round, plump object. The other Barbarian warriors looked at it, puzzled, but the Great Shamans all changed expressions at once: "A Barbarian Beast Core!"
Moreover, it was an exceptionally high-quality Barbarian Beast Core. A single core of this caliber could greatly benefit even a Shaman King's Cultivation, let alone a Great Shaman's. If it really was a core of that quality, then yes, it could certainly be traded for quite a few weapons.
But no Great Shaman in their right mind would trade away such a treasure for weapons they had no use for. And to acquire this many weapons, how many of these cores would Shaman Bull need to have?
Just the thought was terrifying.
"Lord Shaman Bull traded this with me as well," the owner of another shop confirmed, producing another core and giving it a casual shake — the gleam nearly blinded a whole group of Great Shamans.
If the dazzling array of weapons held tremendous appeal for every Barbarian warrior, then these cores were equally irresistible to the Great Shamans.
In that moment, the looks in many people's eyes as they regarded Yang Kai shifted considerably. Only one question echoed in their minds: Where on earth did he get so many Barbarian Beast Cores?
No Great Shaman had the ability to kill this many Barbarian Beasts — even a Shaman King couldn't manage it. In other words, where in the world were there enough Barbarian Beasts to hunt?
Time trickled by. Once the truth of the transactions came to light, even the noisiest Great Shamans felt too embarrassed to keep shouting. They could only watch with longing as weapon after weapon was tossed onto the pile, their faces etched with envy. Some were silently calculating whether they should cultivate a good relationship with this Shaman Bull. Forget everything else — if they could just get a single Demon Beast core from him, the benefits would be immeasurable.
After what felt like a long while, the last Barbarian bearing weapons walked past. The weapons heaped on the ground now numbered several thousand!
Rapid breathing filled the air, betraying the turmoil churning in the hearts of the Barbarians.
The villagers from Cangnan Village were so excited they kept swallowing hard. They had already begun to guess what all these weapons were really for.
After all, they weren't fools. The Demon Folk were invading, a great battle was imminent, and Yang Kai had suddenly produced this massive arsenal — it was obviously meant for them. But the sheer wizardry of it left them almost unable to believe their own eyes.
Ahu crept up to Yang Kai and quietly tugged at him. "A-Niu," he whispered, "these things... are they for us?"
Yang Kai smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Of course they're for you." Then he swept his hand outward and declared, "Pick one each. One weapon per person."
The moment those words left his lips, the expressions of over a thousand people turned solemn.
Those few Shaman disciples who had been privately grumbling about Yang Kai's inaction now had nothing to say, their faces filled with reverence.
Over a hundred Great Shamans had gathered outside the Royal City, but who among them could have mustered this many weapons all at once? Who else would have had the audacity?
A craftsman must first sharpen his tools before plying his trade. With this many sharp weapons in hand, even a force of just one thousand would hold an advantage that no team of two or three thousand could hope to match. And the weapons piled here far exceeded one thousand.
The Shaman disciples could almost predict what would happen next. Any lingering complaints or dissatisfaction toward Yang Kai had long since evaporated. They could only marvel that this Shaman Bull, though he looked young, conducted himself with such seasoned mastery — the type who never made a move unless it struck at the very heart of the matter. How could one not admire that?
Exchanging glances, the disciples from their various villages shared a knowing smile.