Chapter 345

"Nine!"

Someone cried out first, and the entire audience completely boiled over!

People jumped and hugged, pounded their chests and stomped their feet, throwing their belongings into the sky! They used various ways to vent the surging passion in their hearts! How many people had tears in their eyes! How many throats let out unmelodious screams!

All doubts, all wavering, all schemes, all opposition, were reduced to ashes within those nine counts. Even the Great Shaman's most loyal henchmen abandoned their positions, turning to praise for the divine messenger and the ecstasy of witnessing a miracle!

And Wang Yang's name as the divine messenger was also deeply branded into the heart of every barbarian, just like the cinnabar characters that were immortal in the fire.

This was the purest belief, and also the purest submission.

The Great Shaman was completely stupid this time, unable to figure it out no matter what, thinking: This works too?! Wrapping the cup with cloth prevents it from burning; is there such a logic in the world?!

There is. Copper has high thermal conductivity, absorbs heat quickly, and transfers heat quickly, so it can rapidly transfer heat, keeping the temperature on the cloth surface from ever reaching the ignition point.

The Great Shaman also had his eyes opened, secretly hating himself for lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet. If he had known, he might as well not have made a move! Who could have imagined that what Wu Qi called an "unsolvable problem" would be so ineffective!

Thinking to this point, he couldn't help but feel Wu Qi was incompetent! If he had been the one to set the questions, he would have directly asked the solver to pluck the stars from the sky to pass! He didn't believe Wang Yang could do that?!

Should... not be able to do it... right???

This was actually due to the difference in knowledge and breadth of mind.

Back then, the five divine messengers fought each other until their eyes were red. If the questions were too outrageous, who would be willing to answer? Only by using these problems that seemed unsolvable but left loopholes upon closer inspection could they lure those "divine messengers" blinded by greed into the trap. He pretended to let those divine messengers try to their heart's content, giving them multiple opportunities to solve the problems. He let them try various methods on the altar, from soaking the white cloth in dirt to wrapping mud on the ropes, making them think they had a chance of winning.

He just wanted to use this opportunity to let everyone see how those fake divine messengers scratched their heads and were as stupid as pigs!

The watching tribesmen went from initial expectation to confusion, then to snickering. They couldn't help but think: Is this it? I could do it too; anyway, it's just trying over and over... Those carefully crafted feelings of holiness, those high and mighty majesties, disintegrated in their clumsy failures one after another! People then realized—those guys who called themselves divine messengers were just a few fools who couldn't even figure out a rope.

Of course, if the people below were really allowed to go up and try, they might not necessarily do better than the few fake divine messengers, but human nature is to have high standards but low abilities, accustomed to laughing at others but not at self-reflection. So in the end, most of the onlookers felt they were a bit smarter than the few people on the altar. With this, the prelude to questioning and resisting the few fake divine messengers finally began.

In addition, Wu Qi also hid another thought. Although he wanted to end the chaotic situation of the divine messengers fighting each other, he did not want the Yidu tribe to remain a scattered mess forever. He felt that if a truly talented and brilliant figure could appear, answer three questions in one breath in front of everyone, and at the same time suppress forces from all sides and win the hearts of the people, then what would be the harm in acknowledging him as a divine messenger?

It's just a pity that among the five fake goods who called themselves divine messengers, not one had this ability...

The Great Shaman's breadth of mind and knowledge could not be compared to Wu Qi's, but this guy was indeed a "talent." Seeing that the general trend was gone, he suddenly slapped his forehead, pointed tremblingly at the sacrificial basin, his face blooming with a radiance mixed with ecstasy and epiphany, and tears even welled up in his eyes from excitement:

"I dreamed of this part! I dreamed of this part! This is the true divine messenger sent by Pan Wang!!!"

Once these words were spoken, the audience completely turned into an ocean of madness!

The little shamans of the Cheng and Xiang villages: (ｷ｀ﾟДﾟ´)!!!

You motherfucker, you dreamed of it and still—

(At this time, the word for mother was not used alone as "Niang"; "Guangya: Explanation of Relatives": Ma, mother.)

Both were angry, wanting to curse the Great Shaman in their hearts, but stopped before they could.

Because thinking back carefully, the Great Shaman had always only said "dreamed of it," but had never actually said that the divine messenger in the dream was fake!

In other words, from the provocation to the solving of the problems, it was possible that everything was guided by the divine dream? All to help the divine messenger complete an indisputable naming?!

So the Great Shaman was actually the divine messenger's most loyal believer?!

The two were shocked and inexplicable. The Great Shaman was in a state of madness, dancing and waving his arms, his voice trembling and distorted due to extreme excitement, shouting crazily to the entire audience:

"The divine messenger has descended! The Yidu tribe is saved!"

Then he knelt down nimbly, prostrating in the most pious posture, using all his strength to shout hoarsely:

"The Divine Name Unburnt! The Divine Messenger is Immortal!"

The entire audience, regardless of status, regardless of age, all knelt and bowed like a tide, shouting in unison:

"The Divine Name Unburnt! The Divine Messenger is Immortal!"

"The Divine Name Unburnt! The Divine Messenger is Immortal!"

Baoyue cried with joy while shouting along!

Not only for the two of them having gone through hardships and being reborn from the ashes! Also for herself, who had participated in the miracle! And even more for Wang Yang, who created the miracle! He not only saved the lives of the two of them but also completely controlled the Yidu tribe! As a lone Han person, he made the barbarians bow their heads; how magnificent! How magnificent!!

Wang Yang calmed the sound waves and walked to the Great Shaman. The Great Shaman didn't dare to look up, just trembling, his whole body almost shrinking onto the stone surface of the sacrificial altar.

Wang Yang's voice was as calm as an abyss:

"Raise your head."

The Great Shaman raised his head tremblingly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Wang Yang reached out and stroked the top of the Great Shaman's head, almost scaring the Great Shaman into peeing himself, thinking Wang Yang was going to execute him on the spot!

Although Wang Yang wasn't holding a weapon, he had been absorbing water, making fire, and exploding basins; who knew if this hand pressing down would cause his brains to boil or his skull to crack?

The Great Shaman's teeth chattered, and he couldn't even say words of begging for mercy. Fortunately, Wang Yang quickly withdrew his hand. Just as the Great Shaman breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Wang Yang say:

"Uncle, how much money do you have on you?"

The Great Shaman felt like cursing and crying in his heart! But even if he were lent two more guts, he wouldn't dare express resentment! Under the current circumstances, it was good enough to keep his life!

He stiffened, pressed his forehead heavily against the stone surface, and squeezed a near-sobbing sound from his throat:

"How would this lowly one dare to have resentment! Being able to serve Pan Wang and testify for the divine messenger is a blessing this lowly one has cultivated over several lifetimes! Even if there is no more divine power from now on, this lowly one will still be grateful to Pan Wang and the divine messenger! This lowly one is willing to be loyal to Pan Wang forever! Forever serve the divine messenger! I will not hesitate to go through fire and water!"

Seeing the usually unfathomable Great Shaman so humble and submissive at this moment, the crowd didn't feel it was strange at all, but rather took it for granted. In front of Pan Wang, who is not humble? In front of the divine messenger, who is not submissive?

Wang Yang nodded and said:

"You have presided over sacrifices for many years; although there have been faults, there have also been merits. Pan Wang pities your hard work. From today on, the position of presiding shaman of the Yidu tribe will be divided into left and right. You will serve as the Left Great Shaman, and the little shaman of the Tian village will serve as the Right Great Shaman to share the sacrificial duties with you. Do you agree?"

How would the Great Shaman dare to say he didn't agree? He could only force himself not to cry and kowtow tragically:

"This lowly one thanks the divine messenger for his grace!"

Wang Yang said "Hmm" with dissatisfaction and corrected:

"It is Pan Wang's grace."

The Great Shaman collapsed, tears gushing out, crying and shouting:

"This lowly one thanks Pan Wang for his grace!"

The little shaman of the Tian village suddenly rose in rank, feeling as if joy had fallen from the sky, and was at a loss. Tian Dadao looked up at Wang Yang's figure, wishing he could stand on tiptoe and wave his hands desperately, but he didn't dare to make any extra movements, so he could only open his eyes wide, his eyeballs wishing they could fly out, shouting in his heart:

"Divine messenger, look at little Tian! Divine messenger, look at little Tian!!!"

Just at this moment, a military report arrived urgently, saying that an unknown army was rushing toward the barbarian village!

Everyone was shocked and looked at Wang Yang!

Several guesses flashed through Wang Yang's heart, but he didn't show any of them. His gaze swept over the slightly agitated crowd, and he said calmly:

"A small enemy disturbs the border; it is just the time to test my edge. Yidu tribe, meet the enemy!"

Everyone's heart was settled, and they responded like thunder!

It is said that Le Luo Luo, Chen Qingshan, Xin Yi, and others were burning with anxiety, leading elite troops as the vanguard, advancing rapidly! Suddenly seeing smoke and dust rising ahead and a large army gathered, they knew they had broken into the hinterland of the Yidu tribe, but they didn't expect the other side to come so quickly! The deputy general immediately suggested retreating immediately and waiting for the large army to gather before planning to advance.

Le Luo Luo directly rejected this proposal. Now they were in enemy territory, the enemy was many and they were few, and the soldiers were exhausted. Once the order to retreat was given and the enemy pursued, it would no longer be a retreat but a rout. At present, they must show strength in front to make the other side unable to figure out their reality. As long as they stabilized the formation, the other side didn't know their intentions or details, so they might not advance lightly.

Thinking to this point, he immediately ordered the formation to meet the enemy! At the same time, he selected and sent envoys to the enemy formation to explain the situation.

But the enemy army did not stop, but advanced slowly amidst the smoke and dust.

Le Luo Luo's expression changed, and he had the archers prepare. Chen Qingshan and Xin Yi were both solemn and prepared for battle.

The approaching smoke and dust suddenly paused, and the enemy army stopped. Then the front military formation retreated to both sides like a tide!

In the respectful and fanatical eyes of a crowd of barbarian soldiers, the Holy Guards wearing leather armor escorted a young master. He leaped onto his horse in front of the army and laughed heartily:

"Le Luo Luo, why have you come so late?"

Le Luo Luo's form and spirit were both frozen, and the longbow in his hand almost fell to the ground!

Chen Qingshan and Xin Yi's sandalwood mouths opened slightly, forgetting to breathe...