"Worship the gods! Worship the gods!"
The middle-aged village chief's call drew a hundred responses. Over a hundred villagers fiercely raised their gleaming sickles again and went straight for Mu Bai's head.
"Truly fools beyond all help!"
Mu Bai was not afraid. He was confident that a single palm strike, relying on physical body power alone, could send the entire village, young and old, up into the sky to fly kites. He merely hated their obstinate ignorance.
"Stop! Don't hurt our benefactor!"
Jing'er's grandfather desperately blocked the middle-aged village chief, afraid they would really hurt Mu Bai.
"Chief, look! Isn't that your mother?"
Just then, a cry came from behind them. Everyone stopped and looked back, and what a sight it was: several elderly villagers who had been unable to get out of bed for years were rushing over as though their feet had wings. Leading them was the chief's elderly mother.
"Mother, why are you here?"
Smack! The old woman slapped the middle-aged village chief. "Why don't you ask how I managed to get out of bed?"
"The gods performed a miracle? Right, the divine envoy told me your illness would definitely get better. You recovered this quickly?"
"The gods bless us, the gods bless us..."
The entire village, young and old, went wild with joy, kneeling and bowing in delight to thank the gods for their blessings.
"Bullshit! Just days ago, that divine envoy said your mother lacked affinity with the gods. Did I gain that affinity by lying in bed for a few more days? It was the pill our benefactor gave me that worked!"
"What? Him? He's a sorcerer! Mother, you mustn't let him fool you. The divine envoy said he's a sorcerer who uses black magic!"
"What would he gain by tricking an old bag