Chapter 350- Fierce and Ominous Top VS Pretend Weak but Actually a Big Boss (16)
But soon after, the priest furrowed his brows. He thought about Mu Jin’s relationship with Wu Po and couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of disapproval.
He said to Mu Jin earnestly, “Mu Jin, your vast knowledge is a blessing from the gods. Someone as favored by the gods as you should not be with someone like Wu Po, who is cursed. To do so would be to disregard the gods’ grace.”
Hearing the old man’s words, Mu Jin’s smile immediately faded. The priest noticed the change in Mu Jin’s expression and recalled what some tribe members had told him before.
They had mentioned that Mu Jin had studied under the priest of his original tribe and had even claimed that Wu Po was not an ill-fated individual.
However, the Pingshan Tribe’s priest did not believe this. He assumed Mu Jin must have been mistaken or perhaps influenced by Wu Po’s manipulations.
Having already regarded Mu Jin as his successor, the priest took out the tribe’s sacred stone tablet, which contained knowledge passed down exclusively to the tribe’s priests, and showed it to Mu Jin.
The tablet bore simple illustrations resembling early writing. Mu Jin found it difficult to decipher since this was content only priests could understand.
However, the old priest patiently explained it to him, pointing out that the tablet recorded a warning: those with unusual eye colors would bring misfortune to the tribe and were cursed. Thus, Wu Po was indeed considered ill-fated.
Mu Jin was utterly surprised to learn that the belief in the misfortune of unusual eye colors was recorded in the priestly teachings of the Pingshan Tribe. Looking at the priest’s devout expression, it became clear that the priest was unwavering in his faith.
Previously, Mu Jin had thought the claim that someone was cursed by the gods was merely a product of the tribe’s superstition. He had assumed that the priest, upon seeing Wu Po’s eye color, had made a subjective judgment and declared him cursed. But now, it seemed Mu Jin had misunderstood the priest.
However, why was such a statement recorded on the stone tablet? This matter seemed tied to the tribe’s history, and investigating it thoroughly would not be a simple task.
It was highly likely that, at some point in the past, someone with an unusual eye color like Wu Po had appeared in the Pingshan Tribe and committed acts that harmed the tribe. Afterward, the priest of that time might have deemed such eye colors a symbol of misfortune and recorded it as such.
After all, much of the knowledge passed down by the priests carried a mythical quality.
At this moment, however, Mu Jin didn’t feel inclined to patiently explain everything to the priest in front of him. This man was a devout believer in the gods and had the stone tablet as evidence. No matter how much Mu Jin explained, it would likely be futile. Unlike the other members of the Pingshan Tribe, this priest was not easily persuaded.
Seeing that it was just the two of them in the room, Mu Jin remembered that in this world, he could unleash far more power than usual. Curling his lips into a subtle smile, he locked eyes with the priest and said firmly, “Wu Po is not an ill-fated person.”
The priest, hearing this, furrowed his brows in frustration and exclaimed, “Didn’t you see the records on the stone tablet? How can you still say such a thing? The tablet clearly states that people with unusual eye colors like Wu Po’s are cursed. This is the will of the gods!”
However, Mu Jin merely sighed softly and replied, “That is not my will. I don’t know how the teachings became so distorted by the time they were passed down to your generation.”
“What are you talking about?” The priest frowned in confusion, staring at Mu Jin’s peculiar response.
Before the priest could process what was happening, Mu Jin casually waved his hand. At that moment, the symbols on the stone tablet in the priest’s hand, which had just proclaimed unusual eye colors as a sign of misfortune, completely disappeared.
Simultaneously, the fresh herbs placed on the stone altar began to grow wildly, their vibrant energy filling the room.
Mu Jin released a faint yet palpable aura of power, his expression inscrutable. The priest was left in utter disbelief, his eyes wide as he took in the miraculous transformation of the stone tablet and the herbs. Clearly, he was thoroughly shaken by what Mu Jin had just done.
Mu Jin, seizing the moment, spoke with authority: “I’ve already told you, this is not my will. Do you still not understand who I truly am?”
As soon as Mu Jin finished speaking, the old priest’s knees buckled, and he fell heavily to the ground in a reverent kneel, his heart filled with awe and devotion.
Witnessing Mu Jin’s divine display, the priest was now utterly convinced that the person before him was indeed a god. Never in his life had he imagined he would have the fortune to encounter a true deity. For any priest, this was an unparalleled honor.
At this moment, the priest was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears streamed down his aged face. He felt an almost irrepressible urge to prostrate himself at Mu Jin’s feet to demonstrate his unwavering loyalty.
Mu Jin, however, was unsurprised by the priest’s reaction. After all, priests in every tribe were the most devout believers in the divine. Having now made this priest firmly believe that he was a god, such a response was only natural.
Still, Mu Jin couldn’t help but feel a hint of irony. ‘Who would’ve thought I’d ever find myself playing the role of a deity?’ Though, upon reflection, it wasn’t entirely pretense—he did, after all, possess a divine rank.
With this thought, Mu Jin let out a soft, helpless sigh. The priest, oblivious to Mu Jin’s inner musings, mistook the sigh as a sign of divine displeasure, feeling that he must have committed some grave offense.
By now, the priest had fully accepted that Wu Po was not a bearer of misfortune. If the god himself had declared it, then it had to be true.
After all, how could a deity possibly be wrong? The mistake had to lie within the teachings passed down through generations.
Considering the countless years of tradition, the priest realized it was impossible to guarantee that no errors had ever crept into the transmission of the divine will. The mere thought that they had been propagating a flawed interpretation of the god’s decree filled him with growing dread.
Mu Jin, noticing the priest’s evident fear, spoke at the right moment to reassure him. “Don’t worry. I won’t punish you. All I ask is that you correct the teachings and ensure the proper message is conveyed from now on.”
The priest quickly nodded, his movements hurried and eager, his heart filled with gratitude for the god’s mercy.
Mu Jin thought to himself that if everyone in the tribe started believing he was a god, it would be quite troublesome. He had only come to this small world to complete a task and spend a sweet lifetime with his beloved—not to become some blindingly radiant existence.
If the people of the Pingshan Tribe were to watch his every move obsessively, Mu Jin couldn’t imagine enduring such a situation.
Quickly, he instructed the priest, “You must not reveal my identity to anyone else. I descended into this body to fulfill a purpose. The reason I came here is actually because of Wu Po. He is the reincarnation of my soulmate, and I will stay by his side until the end of his mortal life.”
“As he is a member of the Pingshan Tribe, I am naturally willing to bless this place. This is why the vegetation around the tribe will flourish abundantly. Moving forward, I will also teach you some additional survival skills.”
“A god cannot interfere directly in human development at will. Thus, unless it is absolutely necessary, I will not perform divine miracles. The display of my power today is because you are the priest of the Pingshan Tribe, and your piety and faith have earned my trust.”
Hearing Mu Jin’s words, the old priest was overcome with emotion. To have his devotion personally acknowledged by a god—what an extraordinary honor this was! A pang of regret struck him as he realized he could not share this divine encounter with others.
But almost immediately, the priest felt ashamed of his greed. The god had already graced him with his presence, allowing him to witness his true form. How could he dare to ask for more?
What shocked him most, however, was the revelation that Wu Po was the god’s chosen partner. The very same Wu Po whom he had unjustly accused of being a harbinger of misfortune. As memories of how Wu Po had been mistreated in the Pingshan Tribe surfaced, the old priest felt a cold sweat break out across his body.
No, he had to inform the people of the Pingshan Tribe as soon as possible that Wu Po was absolutely not a harbinger of misfortune.
However, he couldn’t reveal that Wu Po was the god’s partner. The god had explicitly stated that his identity must remain a secret. In that case, it would be better to declare that Wu Po was someone blessed by the god.
The tribe should be grateful to Wu Po. If not for him, the god wouldn’t have shown special favor to the Pingshan Tribe. But then again, the god did say that Wu Po was the reincarnation of his partner.
So… could it be that Wu Po is also a god?
The thought sent a shiver down the old priest’s spine, his hands trembling. Oh heavens, what had he done? He had actually called a god a bringer of misfortune!
Mu Jin noticed the terror etched across the priest’s face but refrained from saying anything more. After all, the priest had caused his partner to endure years of suffering. Even though it had been based on the stone tablet’s teachings, letting the priest experience some fear didn’t seem excessive.
On the surface, however, Mu Jin maintained an expression of magnanimity. He spoke kindly to the priest, “Recently, I’ve taught the foraging team a lot about medicinal herbs. If you’re willing, you can call them over to ask about what they’ve learned.”
“As for the other knowledge passed down through tradition, you should also encourage the tribespeople to study it more extensively. The more they understand, the stronger the Pingshan Tribe will become.”
The priest nodded emphatically, his heart now convinced that there had been an issue with their ancestral teachings. Their god was so benevolent and loving—how could he ever decree that knowledge should only be held by the priests? Naturally, he would wish for all his people to live blessed and prosperous lives.