Chapter 87

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Chapter 87: Blocking the Bull to Report a Complaint

"Here it comes! After holding back for half a year, the fake heavy criminals finally get their chance to show themselves in front of Yi Chen. Luckily, this time Yi Chen didn’t fly straight from the valley entrance to the end of the valley."

Watching the children playing and chasing each other, the viewers in the live room felt a surge of excitement.

"Too bad that Liang Sheng’s food couldn’t attract Yi Chen."

"That was expected; he was off to a wrong start from the get-go. Food may be tempting, but no matter how enticing it is, it cannot compare to the sense of achievement and satisfaction from cultivating and elevating one’s level."

"Not to mention food; even the allure of beautiful women can’t compete. Hai Lan’s scheme of beauty failed, and with food like this—if it lacks color and flavor—it’s destined to fail as well."

"I wonder if Lou Xing’s plan will succeed?"

"Who knows? He was the one I originally had high hopes for. But now, it feels rather precarious. Yi Chen is increasingly exuding the authority and momentum of a superior, so the chances of him taking in disciples out of love for talent are low."

"It really is hard to say; any outcome is possible."

The audience in the live room lacked confidence in the fake heavy criminals.

However, everyone maintained a good mindset.

Success would be great; the more fake heavy criminals who get close and favored by Yi Chen, the greater the chance he would impart new skills to them early.

If they failed, they wouldn’t be too disappointed, especially since Bai Ruo Xin, the intended leader of the Intelligence Organization, had already taken the first step.

……

"Come on, come on! You bunch of useless fools, more than twenty of you can’t handle just me!"

The bare-chested boy Lou Xing taunted the children chasing him as he ran.

Seemingly unaware of Yi Chen, he had no idea he was heading straight toward the green barbarian bull where Yi Chen was sitting.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters…

"Chief, watch out!"

The high priest’s eyes lit up.

This seemed like a great opportunity to protect his leader!

Thinking quickly, and assessing whether his old body could withstand the impact, he dashed to the other side of the green barbarian bull, spreading his arms wide, prepared to block the bull with a fearless heart.

"Ah!"

Lou Xing didn’t allow the high priest the chance to protect his leader’s mount from being rammed by a little brat.

He had already calculated the distance and had practiced it countless times in secret. When he was about two meters from the green barbarian bull, he turned around.

Seeing the impending collision with the green barbarian bull, he gasped.

Then, with a twist of his waist, he used the momentum from his run to execute a beautiful 360-degree spin in the air.

The movement was seamless, with quick reactions and agile reflexes.

More importantly, his speed was incredible; he executed the Cloud Treading Technique with perfection.

On the green barbarian bull, Yi Chen waved his hand.

A thick vine suddenly emerged from the ground, wrapping around Lou Xing’s legs and hanging him upside down about a meter above the ground for nearly a second before he began to fall.

"Chief, are you okay?"

The high priest thought it was a pity, and looked at Yi Chen with concern on his face.

He had prepared himself to ask Yi Chen if he was alright after his old arms and legs got broken.

However, that didn’t happen.

Not far away, the little kids swinging wooden swords would usually show utmost respect and caution when they saw Yi Chen.

But now, they were all filled with excitement and didn’t care whether Yi Chen was a god or their chief.

They rushed over and started joyfully beating down on the suspended Lou Xing.

Yi Chen ignored the little ones, focusing on controlling the green barbarian bull as it moved forward, and said,

"This little guy seems to have good talent!"

"The chief has a keen eye. His name is Lou Xing, clever and smart. His talent is indeed very good; he has already reached the fifth level of Spirit Release. But his personality is too wild, and being an orphan with no one to discipline him, he causes trouble all the time in the tribe, making everyone dislike him," the high priest quickly explained.

"Find someone who can keep him in line and manage him well. If he misbehaves, just hit him. A few good whacks will straighten him out," Yi Chen casually ordered.

"Understood!"

The high priest nodded.

……

"Alright! As expected, even though Yi Chen thinks Lou Xing has good talent worth nurturing, he has no interest in taking him as a disciple."

The audience in the live room felt a bit disappointed.

"But on the other hand, not being taken as a disciple by Yi Chen is actually good luck for Lou Xing."

"If Lou Xing did become a disciple, he would probably get beaten up every few days. After all, even though Lou Xing is a fake heavy criminal and knows how to please Yi Chen, he definitely cannot change his personality too quickly at the beginning."

"And Yi Chen… seems to have only one method for disciplining these unruly kids: to fight!"

"It’s simple and direct, but it actually works well. Just look at Little Gold Ball; he’s also a troublemaker, but in front of Yi Chen, he is like a quiet little angel, completely unnoticed."

"Hey, Feng Yue seems to be about to take action."

While discussing, the audience’s attention was quickly drawn to another figure.

After the green barbarian bull left the tribal settlement and the tribe members dispersed, Feng Yue ran after the green barbarian bull.

"Chief!"

Yi Chen was enjoying the peace without having to study new skills or cultivate when a voice called out from behind.

Turning around, he saw a sturdy tribesman with a righteous face quickly approaching.

"I apologize for interrupting you, Chief!"

Feng Yue stepped forward and knelt in front of Yi Chen.

Feng Yue pointed at the high priest, filled with righteous anger, and accused, "Chief, I am willing to risk my life as a guarantee to report that the high priest, in an effort to please you, has disregarded the tribe members’ need for warmth and has wasted and hoarded animal skins. I accuse the high priest of embezzling the tribe’s wealth, seeking personal gain through his power, and mismanaging affairs!"

"You… you are slandering me! Chief, don’t believe him!"

The high priest looked alarmed, his face turning pale.

Yi Chen’s expression suddenly became strange.

Has the high priest already caused public outrage so quickly?

He has only been in power for a short time, yet someone is already putting their life on the line to testify against him.

"Chief, I am your most loyal follower…"

The high priest trembled, glaring at Feng Yue with deep resentment.

"What’s going on?"

Yi Chen ignored the high priest and turned to Feng Yue.

"My name is Feng Yue, and I am a porter in the tribe’s warehouse."

Feng Yue respectfully said, "I usually keep a detailed record of all items entering and leaving the warehouse."

"Recently, I occasionally saw the records of items coming in and out of the warehouse and noticed significant discrepancies."

"So, I observed in secret and found that every time the high priest entered the warehouse, he would secretly take some spirit stones, valuable inner organs, and furs of fierce beasts."

The high priest shouted, "No, I didn’t! It was the tribe members working in the warehouse who stole them. I even severely punished several tribe members for the serious theft!"

"If the high priest didn’t steal anything, then what were you burying in a pit in the corner of your house late at night?"

Feng Yue retorted.

"This… this…"

The high priest’s face turned ashen, rendering him speechless.

"…"

Yi Chen found the situation quite amusing yet embarrassing.

The actual ruler of the Flame Mountain Tribe, altering records of items coming in and out, regularly smuggling spirit stones and treasures home was a routine act.

And now, he was caught because of a small theft, even to the extent of digging a pit in his own house in the middle of the night to hide things.

What a disgrace…

If the high priest wasn’t embarrassed, Yi Chen felt a bit of shame himself.

But then he thought about it and felt relieved.

The Flame Mountain Tribe only has a bit over three thousand five hundred members, and the high priest learned to bully the weak and hoard wealth so quickly—now that would be a strange matter.

Not to mention, he had hinted to the high priest three months ago not to go too far after gaining such power.

With the high priest’s intellect, he certainly should have understood that.