Zul'jin bowed and scraped, displaying the utmost flattery and ingratiation, and invited the overseer and the Pandaren woman into the room, where he pretended to observe them for a long time.
"This woman is very ill; if left untreated, she may Corruption the food," Zul'jin said to the overseers.
One of the foremen angrily shouted, "I knew this woman was suspicious! Destroy her immediately, leave not a trace of her!"
Seeing the situation was dire, Zul'jin quickly said, "My lords, please calm down. This woman's condition is quite representative. Let me study it carefully to prevent other Pandaren from falling ill and becoming difficult to handle."
The foreman said impatiently, "Just treat it if it's sick, why go through all this trouble?"
Zul'jin's eyes darted around, and he added, "Touching this woman could lead to infection. What if you gentlemen are unfortunately infected?"
The overseers fell silent; they certainly didn't want to destroy themselves.
A minor leader ordered, "Alright, this woman is yours to handle. Don't be tempted by her beauty; you know the rules. If you break them, you'll suffer a terrible death."
Zul'jin hurriedly assured him, "Please rest assured, sir, I wouldn't dare."
The supervisors gave them a final warning, then left grumbling.
Zul'jin asked cautiously, "Are you Jaina?"
The Pandaren woman stopped her rambling, her gaze sharpening slightly, and asked with a smile, "And who are you?"
"I am Zul'jin. Have you forgotten that we've met before?"
Jaina sized you up and down, then sneered, "I didn't expect you to come too. The Pandaren the Vale of Eternal Blossoms are a bunch of useless trash; no matter how many of you come, it won't make a difference."
Zul'jin said seriously, "I have my own way. As long as you cooperate with me, you will definitely be able to escape this sea of suffering."
Jaina raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you tell me?"
Zul'jin whispered, "I'll first lure the Pandaren away under the guise of healing them; you can trust my medical skills."
"Stop!"
Jaina interrupted rudely, mocking, "You don't understand the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. Healers like you only serve a select few. Ordinary Pandaren are simply disposed of when they get sick; they don't even qualify to enter the Slaughterhouse."
Zul'jin was stunned, and after a long while, he scratched his head and said, "It can't be that tragic, can it?"
Jaina shrugged. "They think they're very happy."
Zul'jin was stumped; his past successes couldn't be applied here. After thinking for a while, he said:
"Or I could try changing the plan. I can summon the August Celestials and use some of August Celestials abilities. The Pandaren have a long history of worshipping the August Celestials."
Jaina's eyes flickered upon hearing this. "I see. With the help of the August Celestials, it should be possible. I'll go contact Garrosh; hopefully, faith can transform the cowardly Pandaren into brave ones."
Although the Pandaren in the Vale of Vale of Eternal Blossoms are all grown up using magic, they have known about the existence of the August Celestials since childhood.
Taran Zhu was also willing to use the August Celestials to calm people's hearts and enhance the Pandaren's confidence and pride.
When Garrosh learned of this, he also thought it was a good idea. Zul'jin used his limited power to recruit Jaina and Garrosh to his side as assistants.
Jaina suggested acting covertly, avoiding Taran Zhu to prevent him from becoming suspicious, a suggestion that was unanimously agreed upon.
Zul'jin, who considered himself an emissary of the August Celestials, first summoned those around him and personally demonstrated a miracle. After the phantom of the Yu'lon, the Jade Serpent appeared, all the Pandaren knelt on the ground.
The cunning Zul'jin knew he couldn't reveal his true intentions, so he expanded his group under the guise of the August Celestials healing the sick, and more and more Pandaren suffering from illness joined the Mutual Aid Society.
The faith in the August Celestials expanded like a snowball, and the number of members soon exceeded ten thousand. Although it was inevitable that word would leak out, Zul'jin did not care, as he had already accumulated enough capital.
When Taran Zhu learned of this, he initially did not take it to heart and sent men to capture and execute Zul'jin.
However, just a few days later, Zul'jin was reborn in a different form, causing a sensation among the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.
Seeing that Zul'jin's followers were growing in number, Taran Zhu finally realized something was wrong and began to take this opponent seriously.
This time, Taran Zhu sent men to capture Zul'jin and imprison him in a secret dungeon, intending to keep him there until he died of old age.
Unexpectedly, Zul'jin was prepared, using the power of the August Celestials to commit suicide, and then rose from the dead again.
With each resurrection, Zul'jin's prestige grew, beginning to threaten Taran Zhu's rule. Overwhelmed, Taran Zhu had no choice but to seek advice from Sylvanas.
In Orgrimmar, Taran Zhu knelt outside Sylvanas's chieftain's tent for seven days and seven nights without a drop of water, growing dizzy and weak from hunger, before finally being summoned.
"Foolish, useless piece of trash, what use are you to me? You can't even handle this little thing?" Sylvanas raised her right leg and kicked Taran Zhu hard in the face.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. Taran Zhu dared not use her internal energy to resist, and coupled with exhaustion and hunger, she collapsed weakly to the ground, weeping and pleading:
"Your Majesty, save me! Those strange Pandaren always manage to come back to life, I'm at my wit's end."
Sylvanas Taran Zhu hard across the face. "Are you an idiot? This is clearly the Unity of Heaven and Humanity power of the August Celestials; killing him no matter how many times you try won't work."
Taran Zhu whispered, "The August Celestials support him, what should I do?"
Sylvanas flicked her sleeve and pointed at Taran Zhu's bloodied and mangled face, saying:
"You overestimate the August Celestials. Back then, they were ambushed by Thrall cut off their flesh to use as rations for his army. How come you can't do anything about it?"
Taran Zhu groveled on the ground, begging for mercy. Sylvanas said viciously, "Solve it at the root, once and for all. Do I need to teach you that?"
In the early morning of the Valley of Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the rising sun painted the sky red. Zul'jin rose early to enjoy the worship of the Pandaren.
When he stepped out of the room, he found that the Pandaren's gaze had changed, from boundless admiration to deep-seated hatred.
"What happened?" Zul'jin stopped a Pandaren and asked.
This Pandaren, who was once a core member and extremely loyal, now looks at Zul'jin with nothing but disdain.
"You've deceived us. I advise you to run away quickly, or you'll be torn to pieces."
Zul'jin was baffled. "How did I deceive you?"
The Pandaren gritted his teeth and said, "The August Celestials were actually evil gods. They destroyed Azeroth time and time again. If it weren't for the great Orcs, we would have been dead long ago."
Zul'jin was bewildered and exclaimed in surprise, "What are you talking about? Who said the August Celestials are evil gods?"
The Pandaren proudly proclaimed, "Of course it's the great Warchief Sylvanas! We've been deceived all along; the Evil August Celestials are the Destroyers of Pandaria!"
Zul'jin felt it was utterly absurd that the Pandaren's nearly ten thousand years of faith in the August Celestials had been changed by a single sentence from Sylvanas.
What's wrong with this world?
As the sun rose, more and more Pandaren gathered, glaring at Zul'jin with hatred.
Zul'jin a helpless, bitter smile, "Come on."
The Pandaren pounced, tearing Zul'jin apart with their teeth and claws until they ripped him to pieces.
After his rebirth, Zul'jin leaned against a large tree. Not far away, a Pandaren was being whipped by an overseer, howling and begging for mercy before gradually falling silent.
Zul'jin sighed, "I really can't do anything about it."