Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Upon hearing that sentence, everyone was in silence as they looked at each other, at a loss for words. Although some of them didn’t want to admit it, they had to admit that he was right.
“I’m not a person from your tribe, and I’m definitely not a suitable person to manage the tribe. It’s not good for an outsider to get involved in the management of your group.” Gao Peng waved his hand and refused.
Who knew that the Saint-tier monster trainers of Li Tribe would be furious. “Your Excellency, what do you think of the Li Tribe? How would we do such a thing against our oath or return kindness with ingratitude? If there’s such a heartless man, we’ll definitely discipline him!”
“I don’t have the ability, and if I were the king of your tribe, the future of these millions of people would be in my hands. I would be in a state of panic.” Gao Peng sighed. “Forget it; all of you better look for another king who has the ability and talent.”
After a moment of hesitation and a quiet discussion, someone stood up and said to Gao Peng, “We can re-establish the council of elders and establish a council of elders under the patriarch, and all the elders of the council of elders will be under the lead of the patriarch.
“The management of the tribe is the responsibility of the council of elders… This is the old tradition of the tribe from 3,000 years ago. It’s the system that the ancestors used.”
“Well, all of you have a point, but I think that I’m simply too weak.” Gao Peng shook his head. “I only have only a few familiars in the Quasi God tier, and I’m not even a God-tier monster trainer, so I’m not strong enough to serve the public.”
Everyone looked at each other at a loss for words. They suddenly realized one of his greatest strengths—he was pretentious.
“Sir, in fact, not every one of our Quasi God monster trainers has more than two Quasi God familiars. You’re already very strong.” This was a reminder.
“Oh?” Gao Peng kept his cool, but his slow breaths still reflected that he was in a very good mood. “In that case, I’ll just accept your kind offer.” Gao Peng sighed, his hands making a fist and palm salute as he turned his head.
Everyone was speechless.
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The six little ones were also saved. Previously, they had been transformed into puppets by the Desolation of Grudge’s Soul Silk Threads, but now they were freed from its control. The six were delighted.
During that period of time, the six little ones stayed in the tribe and acted together with Gao Peng every day, but they found that the area where Gao Peng lived was heavily guarded. Each entrance and exit needed to be informed in advance, and they had to go through several layers of defenses before they could see Gao Peng.
They even thought that Gao Peng was under house arrest by the tribe’s people. They whispered to Gao Peng to discuss whether they need to escape together. After seeing how honest the six little ones were, Gao Peng couldn’t help but tell them the truth.
The six little ones were befuddled.
Out of the six, Bai Haixuan, You Zijin, and Qing Qing couldn’t believe what they had heard. They came from the three top tribes, and the reason for being sent over was because they were valued as talents in their clans, so they knew some matters better than any outsiders. They knew their own advantages and what it meant to own a tribe with the size and hierarchy of the Li Tribe.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that with Gao Peng’s current power, the strength of the Li Tribe was no longer weaker than any of the three top tribes. In fact, they were even a bit stronger, and because of their “clean” identities, they could live there for nine days. They lived in an environment that wasn’t comparable to the barren Squared World.
“You… Lord…” Bai Haixuan was stuttering as he changed the way he addressed Gao Peng.
“I knew that all of you might have found it difficult to accept, so I didn’t tell you,” Gao Peng said.
After that incident, the attitude of the six little ones towards Gao Peng changed. They sounded more respectful, and they weren’t as close as before. Gao Peng captured all that change in his eyes, he had the intention to change that situation, but the result was counterproductive, after a period of time, Gao Peng didn’t want to force it.
The elders of the council of elders were promoted by Gao Peng, and he chose those who were friendliest to him. There were handfuls of Saint-tier monster trainers, a total of 76 of them, but there were only ten elder seats.
Competence was the second factor. Two heads were better than one, not to mention there would be ten of them, and a tribe that could be passed on for so many years had to have complete laws and rules.
Gao Peng didn’t need reformers; he only needed managers who could get the job done. Although Gao Peng hadn’t been in the lead, his family’s Southern Sky Group was also a super-large corporation that managed hundreds of thousands of people. Even though he hadn’t led anyone directly, he had seen others leading, so Gao Peng was aware of the basic qualities and conditions to manage a group.
After the tribe was on track, Gao Peng contemplated his departure.
Human nature was the most complex. A tribe’s long-term prosperity and the stable position of the leader wasn’t dependent on a life-saving grace. That was far from enough.
One day, one month, even a year wasn’t a problem, but ten years, a hundred years later, there would always be a different voice. Even those whom Gao Peng had personally appointed as elders would be transformed from gracious to a less friendly attitude—that was the fickleness of human nature.
Gao Peng remembered a documentary he had seen about a group of people on a deserted island. There were no signals or rescues. It brought them back to primitive society. All the good and evil hidden in everyone’s nature was revealed and exposed in the wilderness.
Gao Peng had always believed that the use of a general statement to describe the human nature of everyone was ridiculous. Even a thousand stones were different, not to mention a thousand humans. There was both clean and dirty in chaos, and people were divided into good and evil. Gao Peng could see the sincerity of the people in the present, but he couldn’t see the core of a person.
Three months later, the Li Tribe was on track.
“Flowing Light, how’s your grasp on that Blade Ghost?” Gao Peng put down the cup in his hand and asked Flowing Light, who had just come in from the yard outside.
Flowing Light put its arms on both sides of its body and replied coolly, “It’s ready to fight.”
Of course, the look was mocked by Goldie. In the words of Goldie, it was like a child wearing adult clothes—this was neither right nor wrong. Flowing Light chased Goldie for 2,000 miles because of what it had commented.
Flowing Light lifted both of its arms, and two white halos flowed on the left and right sides of its body; it had transformed into the shape of a blade. That was Flowing Light’s newly obtained ability, the Blade Ghost Level 8. Additional damage power could be added to the blade every time it attacked an enemy with its blade arm.
The Blade Ghost was a special energy formed from a combination of will and certain unknown elements in the air. It had the great power to damage and had powerful effects when attacking the physical form of an enemy or attacking an enemy of the same element. After testing, the damage to the spiritual enemy seemed to be more obvious, probably because the will was a composition of the blade.
“All of you will go back with Zhou Tieshan. All of you have the maps, and with your strength, it won’t be dangerous as long as none of you encounter a creature above Quasi God. I’ve told him the matters about cooperation.” After saying that, Gao Peng’s right thumb squeezed out a snow-white grain. The White Clam couldn’t wait and swallowed it down, its pink tongue reaching out from the shell and licking Gao Peng’s thumb.
