Chapter 18
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Chapter 18: My Tribe Doesn’t Need a Second Voice
"High priest, you should recognize the writing on this wall, right?”
After carving the Chaos Technique and the Flying Blade Technique onto the wall, Yi Chen turned to the high priest.
The high priest, with his gray hair, nodded slightly, looking at Yi Chen with some confusion.
"Do you know about the Green Grass Tribe?" Yi Chen asked.
The high priest shook his head.
Yi Chen felt puzzled.
He couldn’t understand why there was a shared written language between the Green Grass Tribe and the Flame Mountain Tribe when they had no connection.
However, he didn’t dwell on it.
What he wanted most at that moment was to spread the cultivation techniques throughout the Flame Mountain Tribe, significantly boosting their overall strength.
That was what mattered to him.
He shifted his gaze to all the tribe members.
"The pictures and writing here represent a set of cultivation techniques and a set of attack techniques."
"As long as everyone learns them, you can all have magical powers like mine, with the ability to kill fierce beasts just by throwing thorny fruit."
Wow…
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd of the Flame Mountain Tribe was in an uproar.
"Having the same strength and abilities as the chief?"
"How is that possible? Isn’t the chief’s strength something only the gods possess?"
"If we really learn this, does that mean we can be as powerful as the chief and even kill something as huge as a green leopard?"
After a brief moment of shock, everyone fell into a frenzy of excitement.
Only the high priest’s expression changed drastically.
"Chief, no!"
He quickly spoke up, "This is a power only possessed by the gods. The chief’s abilities come from the gods’ recognition. If you teach your god-given powers to the tribe members, not only will you face punishment from the gods, but the tribe members will too."
Hiss…
The excited and cheering tribe members immediately deflated like a punctured balloon upon hearing this.
Yi Chen looked at the serious expression of the high priest with some surprise.
He hadn’t expected that when competing for the position of chief, no one dared to oppose him, but now, when he promoted the Chaos Technique, the high priest would suddenly stand up to object.
"It’s alright; these techniques are all created by me and have nothing to do with the gods," Yi Chen explained.
"No! It is the gods who granted the chief this creative ability, allowing him to create these so-called techniques."
The high priest said without hesitation, his tone and expression severe. "The abilities given to the chief by the gods must not be privately taught or passed on to the tribe members. Otherwise, it will surely bring the wrath of the gods!"
The tribe members immediately turned away.
They dared not look even once more at the writing and pictures on the wall.
They feared that even a single glance could provoke punishment from the gods.
Even the old chief Tai Shi, along with the warriors Guli and Rog, felt the same way.
Yi Chen furrowed his brows.
He opened his mouth, wanting to argue with the high priest.
But just as the words were on his lips, he suddenly swallowed them back.
He suddenly realized.
He understood why the high priest opposed him.
And why the reaction was so intense.
In the end, it all boiled down to interests.
Everyone is an individual with different thoughts.
Each person also has their own stance.
If the stances differ, the interests will differ too.
He promoted the Chaos Technique so that he could use the tribe members of the Flame Mountain Tribe as a foundation to expand his influence in the world.
The tribe members of the Flame Mountain Tribe cheered excitedly because, after learning the Chaos Technique, they would greatly increase their strength, easily hunt fierce beasts, and no longer worry about food sources.
He and the tribe members shared the same stance.
Only the high priest was an exception.
The high priest was a messenger between the tribe and the gods.
Many times, he could represent those elusive gods.
He held an unrivaled position and power within the tribe.
Even the chief did not dare to offend him easily.
But once all the tribe members possessed strength comparable to the gods, they would naturally no longer fear the gods.
Let alone show reverence to a high priest who could communicate with the gods.
In this case, the high priest’s status in the tribe would undoubtedly fall drastically, gradually losing his position and power.
Given such circumstances, it was entirely reasonable for the high priest to bring up the gods and fiercely oppose Yi Chen.
“High priest, come with me; I need to discuss something with you!”
Yi Chen greeted the high priest and walked towards the valley entrance.
The high priest hesitated for a moment before following him.
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"Yi Chen truly deserves his reputation; he clearly sees the deeper reasons for the high priest’s stubborn opposition!"
"The high priest opposes it out of fear of divine punishment, right? Could there be other reasons?"
"I won’t chat with fools; only those who understand are welcome!"
"Yi Chen invited the high priest to speak alone; he must be planning to negotiate."
"This small obstacle won’t stop Yi Chen. It’s just a matter of promising the high priest a future position, and he will naturally compromise."
"What are you all talking about? Why can’t I understand?"
In the live room, some viewers grasped what was happening, while others were completely confused.
It wasn’t until a clever and kind-hearted person explained the situation that they finally understood.
…
Yi Chen stopped when he was nearly at the valley mouth.
He turned around and quietly awaited the high priest’s arrival.
"You called for me; do you have something to discuss?"
The high priest confidently looked at Yi Chen.
Like everyone else, he assumed that Yi Chen intended to negotiate.
But he, along with everyone else, was mistaken.
Yi Chen had no intention of negotiating.
He looked steadily at the high priest and calmly said, "You have two choices: change your words or die!"
The high priest was stunned.
He gazed at Yi Chen in disbelief, hardly believing his ears.
"No tribe, not even the most brutal chief, would dare threaten a high priest who can communicate with the gods!"
He glared at Yi Chen, feeling as if he had suffered a huge humiliation.
"My tribe does not need the gods. If there are any, it can only be me!"
A cold glint flashed in Yi Chen’s eyes.
In other matters, he wouldn’t mind taking a step back.
After all, the Flame Mountain Tribe consisted of just over a thousand people, which couldn’t afford any internal strife.
But this was different.
He absolutely would not allow a voice that stood equal to him or even surpassed his power to exist in the Flame Mountain Tribe.
The high priest could exist but should only elevate his standing, increasing his prestige.
Otherwise, he would not hesitate to use force to silence all opposing voices, ensuring that the position of high priest was eliminated from the Flame Mountain Tribe from then on.
"You, you are blaspheming the gods!"
The high priest trembled with anger.
"I don’t have time to waste on you. If you don’t make a choice now, I will consider it your choice to die!"
Yi Chen reprimanded coldly.
A look of hesitation flashed in the high priest’s eyes.
He never expected that this new chief would be so fearless of the gods and so decisive.
"Three, two…"
Yi Chen began the countdown.
In his hand, he produced a thorny fruit.
"The chief is the embodiment of the gods, descending to the world only to save the tribe members of Flame Mountain."
Just as Yi Chen’s countdown was about to end, the high priest finally made a choice.
He prostrated himself on the ground, tears brimming in his eyes, as he kissed the dirt beneath Yi Chen’s feet.
He was utterly devout.
"Very good, remember my words. If you still wish to be the high priest, let the tribe members slowly understand that in my tribe, there is only one god: me!"
Yi Chen warned.
"I will obey the divine command!"
The high priest grew increasingly adept and confident.
In front of the screen, all the viewers were left speechless.
