Chapter 621
As a result, Bai Dahu knelt down in fear, thinking that only the Beast God and the Divine Messenger could live in such a house, and that they were not qualified.
Wen Xin: "..."
This is another difference between orcs and humans.
If it were humans, they might have already built house after house in imitation of Wenxin's wooden house, and might even have brought them out of the primitive society ahead of time.
But it's understandable. Compared to the ferocious orcs with their beast-like forms and tenacious vitality, humans were almost at the bottom of the food chain in the primitive era. It was too difficult for them to survive, so they could only continuously develop their intelligence.
Wen Xin had no intention of leading the White Tiger Tribe's orc infrastructure development and into civilized society.
Whether they are enlightened or not is none of her business.
She won't live in the White Tiger tribe forever.
Instead of thinking about that, she should be thinking about the upcoming Beast God Festival and how she's going to kill the remaining bastards.
Hmm, let her think of who it could be.
The burly, dark-skinned man from the Black Bear tribe!
Cangye of the Canglang Clan!
Peng Jun of the Kunpeng Clan!
Each and every one of them was a leader of a renowned tribe in the Great Wilderness Mountains.
Did they have a lot of fun playing with her soul fragments in their past lives?
Oh!
Wen Xin covered her face with her hands, revealing her eerily cold red lips.
Isn't it just because he's the leader of a large tribe and a strong male orc that he can so wantonly bully this weak female Soul Fragment?
Then Wen Xin will destroy all their power and influence, and see how they can be so smug then? How they can bully others then?
Come to think of it, weren't those three brothers with Bai Yan in their previous lives?
In that case, how could good brothers not share the burden of hardship?
Bai Yan was already waiting for them.
Wen Xin felt increasingly pleased as she thought about it.
The girl sitting in the rocking chair had curved eyebrows and eyes, as beautiful as a poem or a painting.
Xiao Jin trembled. Was it a terrifying and dark poem or painting?
The master of this world is deeply affected by the emotions of the soul fragments, and it is really worried that the master will go and destroy the world if he is unhappy.
Wen Xin seemed to hear its thoughts and said softly, "Don't worry, I have no interest in destroying the world."
I won't do it.
How should I put it?
She used to be deeply influenced by those male and female protagonists who would destroy the world at the drop of a hat, and she knew that destroying the world would only harm others and not oneself, and would not solve any problems.
She didn't want to drag down unlucky people like she had been before.
Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you!
Xiao Jin thought about it and realized that even though his master had previously vehemently disagreed with those terrible and outrageous plots about the Heavenly Dao, he had never actually done anything to destroy the world.
Besides, there's also the male supporting character here.
Wen Xin rested her chin on her hand and said, "What do you think? I should take advantage of this celebration to subdue those three tribes, and then give them to him along with the White Tiger tribe?"
In that case, his ambition to unify the Great Wilderness Mountain would be nearly complete.
Xiao Jin naturally knew who this "he" was.
But it was surprised, "Is Master going to take that person as his mistress this time?"
Wen Xin paused, then couldn't help but chuckle, "Is that not allowed?"
Xiao Jin: Uh...
It's not impossible.
It's quite surprising to see the owner so actively pursuing his career.
After all, it was always that person who presented everything to their master.
Wen Xinying touched her red lips with her delicate fingertips and smiled, "It's not bad to be a strong woman once in a while."
Little Jin shuddered. Should Master just continue lying flat?
After all, it's the animal that works the hardest every time its owner puts in effort.
Yes, that's right. Xiao Jin felt like the unlucky secretary next to the domineering CEO in a romance novel. Not only did she have to be omnipotent, but she also had to endure the boss's unreasonable demands all the time.
Wen Xin smiled faintly, "Hmm?"
Little Jin immediately fawned over its owner, shouting "666!"
However, "After the master has crippled the leaders of those three tribes, how will he control the orcs of those tribes?"
Wen Xin's red lips curved slightly, "Who said that only the White Tiger Tribe's divine messengers can be divine messengers?"
I don't want to be a charlatan for the entire Great Wilderness Mountain... A divine messenger is no good divine messenger!
Xiao Jin's lips twitched; he was completely speechless.
Wen Xin glanced at it sideways, "What, am I, a supreme god of a great world, not enough to be a divine messenger of a primordial beast world?"
"Of course not."
Little Jin, being very perceptive, immediately began to flatter, "Master, you are the best."
Wen Xin snorted lightly, too lazy to pay attention to its insincere words.
...
As the Beast God Festival approached, the White Tiger Tribe prepared to set off for the Beast God Temple in the center of the Great Wilderness Mountain.
This was Bai Dahu's first time attending the Beast God Festival as a leader, so he attached great importance to it and arranged everything perfectly, for fear of being looked down upon by the leaders of other major tribes.
However, upon seeing the elegant, composed, and noble divine messenger, Bai Dahu straightened his back instantly.
He was personally named and appointed by the Divine Envoy; who dares to deny his status and position? Is this an act of defiance against the White Tiger Beast God?
Therefore, Bai Dahu became even more respectful and attentive to Wen Xin.
On the way to the temple, he transformed into beast form and personally dragged Wen Xin along the way.
In Bai Dahu's opinion, even if the divine messenger is extremely noble, how could he possibly walk alongside these rough orcs?
Moreover, only the highest-ranking male beastmen are qualified to be the mounts of the divine messengers.
Wen Xin: "..."
What's it like to have a die-hard fan?
Wen Xin had mixed feelings, like she had a large pet.
Forget it, as long as they're obedient and work well, nothing else matters.
The White Tiger Tribe's encampment is not close to the temple; even with the White Tiger Tribe's beastmen traveling at their animal-like speed, it would take them about three days to reach it.
There were two nights in between when we had to sleep outdoors in the open.
Fortunately, the route was fixed, and the tribe's ancestors had already established several resting places along the way, all of which were relatively safe.
They might also pass through some small tribal settlements, where they could stay overnight.
Generally speaking, there is little danger on the road.
The journey was quite smooth, but...
Wen Xin was riding on a big tiger, being carried around. How would you describe the experience?
It felt like sitting on a motorcycle without a helmet, and it was very bumpy, after all, it was a mountain road.
Wen Xin's face was almost numb from the cold wind, her hair was all tangled up, and she was even a little dizzy from being jostled around in this tiger car... Ugh!
But as a divine messenger, it's impossible for her to get carsick. Doesn't she have any dignity or prestige left?
Wen Xin could only sit there with a stiff face, maintaining the high-class posture of a divine messenger, though she was actually feeling incredibly miserable inside.
She hated the primitive beast world where there was nothing, she really hated it!
Fortunately, Xiao Jin managed to pull out a fairly intact straw hat from the main god space to show off, which resulted in him being struck by lightning... cough cough, thank you for your hard work, Master.
Bai Dahu and the other male orcs were curious but had no questions about the strange thing the divine messenger was wearing that covered his face.
The messenger of God is right no matter what he does.
Besides, the messenger of the gods is so noble, how could he be spied on by orcs from other tribes?
Wen Xin, who just needed a motorcycle helmet: Uh…
Forget it, let the brainless fans fill in the blanks themselves. She just needs to maintain her status as a divine messenger.
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