My Tribe Needs No Second Voice

"High Priest, you recognize all the words on this, don't you?"

After carving the cultivation methods of the Chaos Art and Flying Knife Art onto the wall, Yi Chen turned to look at the High Priest.

The white-haired High Priest nodded, looking at Yi Chen somewhat blankly.

"High Priest, do you know of the Green Grass Tribe?"

Yi Chen asked.

The High Priest shook his head.

Yi Chen immediately found it strange.

He could not understand why the Green Grass Tribe and the Flame Mountain Tribe, which had never had any contact, shared a common language and writing system.

However, he did not dwell on it.

What he wanted most right now was to spread cultivation methods throughout the Flame Mountain Tribe and greatly boost its overall strength.

That was where his interests lay.

His gaze shifted to all the tribespeople.

"The drawings and words on this wall are a cultivation method, along with an offensive method."

"As long as you learn them, you will be able to possess miraculous power like mine, gaining the ability to kill Ferocious Beasts merely by throwing Thorn Fruits."

An uproar broke out.

The moment those words fell.

The people of the Flame Mountain Tribe erupted into an uproar.

"Possess strength and abilities like the Tribal Chief's?"

"How is that possible? Aren't the Tribal Chief's strength and abilities something only gods possess?"

"If we really learn it, wouldn't that mean we could become as strong as the Tribal Chief, even able to kill enormous creatures like Green Leopards?"

After their brief shock, everyone fell into wild jubilation.

Only the High Priest's expression changed drastically.

"Tribal Chief, you must not!"

He hurriedly spoke. "These are abilities possessed only by gods. The Tribal Chief was able to obtain them because you received the gods' recognition. If you pass on the abilities granted to you by the gods, not only will the Tribal Chief suffer the gods' punishment, the tribespeople will suffer as well."

A collective gasp sounded.

The tribespeople who had been cheering excitedly instantly wilted like deflated balls.

Yi Chen, meanwhile, looked somewhat surprised at the grave-faced High Priest.

He had not expected that when he fought for the position of Tribal Chief, no one had dared step forward to oppose him.

Yet when he tried to promote and spread the Chaos Art, this High Priest would suddenly step out in opposition.

"It's fine. I created these methods myself. They have nothing to do with the gods."

Yi Chen explained.

"No! It was the gods who bestowed the Tribal Chief with the ability to create, allowing you to create these so-called methods."

Without a moment's hesitation, the High Priest spoke sternly. "The abilities bestowed upon the Tribal Chief by the gods must not be privately taught or given away to the tribespeople. Otherwise, Divine Punishment will surely descend!"

The tribespeople immediately turned away.

They did not even dare glance at the words and diagrams on the wall again.

They feared that even looking a few more times would bring the gods' punishment upon them.

Even former Tribal Chief Tai Shi, along with Gu Li and Luo Ge, the Tribe's two warriors, were no exception.

Yi Chen frowned.

He opened his mouth, intending to argue with the High Priest.

But when the words reached his lips, he suddenly swallowed them back down.

He abruptly came to a realization.

He understood why the High Priest had spoken out against him.

And why his reaction had been so intense.

When all was said and done, it was still about interests.

Everyone was an individual with different thoughts.

Everyone also had their own position.

When positions differed, interests differed as well.

He wanted to promote and spread the Chaos Art because he could use the Flame Mountain Tribe's people as the foundation for expanding his sphere of influence while conquering the world.

The Flame Mountain Tribe's people cheered excitedly because once they learned the Chaos Art, their strength would soar, allowing them to hunt Ferocious Beasts easily and never worry about food again.

His position was the same as that of the Flame Mountain Tribe's people.

Only the High Priest was an exception.

A High Priest was a messenger through whom a Tribe communicated with the gods.

Much of the time, he could represent those illusory, intangible gods.

Within the Tribe, he possessed supreme status and power.

Even the Tribal Chief would not dare offend him lightly.

But once all the tribespeople possessed strength comparable to that of gods, they naturally would no longer revere the gods.

Much less would they revere a High Priest capable of communicating with the gods.

In that case, this High Priest's status within the Tribe would undoubtedly plummet, and he would gradually lose his position and authority.

Under such circumstances, it was only natural for the High Priest to invoke the gods and oppose him with all his might.

"High Priest, come with me. There's something I want to discuss with you."

Yi Chen called to the High Priest and walked toward the entrance of The Valley.

The High Priest hesitated for a moment before following him.

"As expected of Yi Chen. He clearly saw the deeper reason why the High Priest was so determined to oppose him!"

"Wasn't the High Priest opposing him because he feared punishment from the gods? Could there be another reason?"

"I don't chat with idiots. Those who understood, come talk!"

"Yi Chen asked the High Priest to go out alone. He's probably going to negotiate."

"This tiny obstacle definitely can't stump Yi Chen. At most, he'll promise the High Priest a future position, and the High Priest will naturally compromise."

"What are you all talking about? Why can't I understand any of it?"

Among the audience in the Live Stream Room, some understood the scene, while others were completely baffled.

Only after some kind-hearted people skilled in scheming explained the hidden details did they finally realize what was going on.

When they were almost at the entrance of The Valley, Yi Chen stopped.

He turned around and quietly waited for the High Priest to come over.

"Tribal Chief, did you call me over because there is something you wish to discuss?"

The High Priest looked at Yi Chen with complete confidence.

Like everyone else, he had concluded that Yi Chen intended to negotiate with him.

But he, along with everyone else, had guessed wrong.

Yi Chen had no intention of negotiating.

He looked calmly at the High Priest and said indifferently, "I'll give you two choices: change your words, or die!"

The High Priest was stunned.

He looked at Yi Chen in disbelief, scarcely trusting his own ears.

"No matter the Tribe, even the most savage and violent Tribal Chief would not dare threaten a High Priest capable of communicating with the gods!"

He glared at Yi Chen furiously, as though he had suffered the greatest humiliation imaginable.

"My Tribe has no need for gods. If there is one, it can only be me!"

A cold glint flashed through Yi Chen's eyes.

If it had been anything else, he would not have minded each side taking a step back.

After all, the Flame Mountain Tribe had only a little over a thousand people. It could not withstand any internal strife.

But this matter was different.

He absolutely would not allow the Flame Mountain Tribe to have a voice equal to his, much less one that stood above his authority.

There could be a High Priest, but he could only elevate Yi Chen onto a divine pedestal and increase his prestige.

Otherwise, Yi Chen would not mind using forceful measures to suppress every opposing voice, ensuring that from this day forth, the Flame Mountain Tribe would no longer have the position of High Priest.

"You... you are blaspheming the gods!"

The High Priest trembled with rage.

"I don't have that much time to waste on you. If you still refuse to choose, I'll take it as your choice of death!"

Yi Chen shouted coldly.

A flicker of conflict passed through the High Priest's eyes.

Even if he were beaten to death, he never would have imagined that this new Tribal Chief would fear the gods so little and act with such decisive ruthlessness.

"Three, two..."

Yi Chen began counting down.

A Thorn Fruit appeared in his palm.

"The Tribal Chief is the incarnation of the gods, descending into this world only to save the people of the Flame Mountain Tribe."

Just as Yi Chen's countdown was about to end, the High Priest finally made his choice.

He prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he kissed the soil beneath Yi Chen's feet.

His devotion was incomparable.

"Very good. Remember my words. If you still want to be the High Priest, then slowly make the tribespeople understand that in my Tribe, there is only one god: me!"

Yi Chen reminded him.

"I shall obey the Divine Decree!"

The High Priest became increasingly adept at it.

Before their screens, all the viewers stared in stunned disbelief.