The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 150 - 148 If You’re Not Convinced, Come and Hit Me (Third Update)

Chapter 150: Chapter 148 If You’re Not Convinced, Come and Hit Me (Third Update)

The High Priest’s hands trembled slightly within the folds of his robe, the age spots on the back of his hands exceptionally clear.

"But the Big Peacock has been in a coma for 900 years. The food you’ve refined is nothing but junk food for him. He’s not conscious and only knows to eat and reproduce under instinct. You thought of using dream infiltration to seize the Lord’s Life Soul. In this way, no one would know how the Lord died, and you could control the Big Peacock and thus gain the supreme power of Langqi Island!"

Yun Qi’s soft voice landed, her gaze sharp. Her tone and demeanor were like a stern Little Immortal.

The Lord stood up, his black eyes looking at the High Priest, "High Priest, is everything she said true? You want to kill me?"

The High Priest remained silent, then chuckled coldly, "Yes, Lord, you’ve been such a disappointment. Look around. Does Langqi Island now still resemble what it used to be?"

"What was it like before? What do you want it to be like?!" The Lord finally regained the imposing manner of the island’s ruler, loudly questioning him.

"You’ve set up hotels and developed tourism, gaining the reputation of a wise lord through reform. But look, how many remember our Pope or our ancient teachings? The deities people once worshipped now only exist during the annual grand sacrificial ceremonies. This isn’t the way I wanted it to be!"

"That’s because you’re old. It’s not that I did anything wrong; it’s you who have been cast aside by time! Langqi Island is surrounded by sea, yet you want to cage it with iron bars. You’re the crazy one, not me!" The Lord’s roars were deafening.

Yun Qi blinked her phoenix-like eyes, noticing that when the Lord got angry, he was still quite spirited. She had been so scared by the Big Peacock these past few days she thought he was a coward.

"High Priest, you are so righteous, so I want to know, why are these several resort hotels registered under your name?" Jiapeng suddenly entered.

The Lord was momentarily stunned, "Master, how is he appearing in my dream?"

Why would I dream about Jiapeng?

"I arranged it. Don’t ask." Yun Qi’s voice sank, and the Lord immediately replied, "Oh."

"Also, the properties under the High Priest’s name are much more than these. There are not only resort hotels but also scenic spots and a tourism company. The coins thrown by tourists for blessings every year are no small income, yet they are not recorded in the Pope’s annual financial statements. So, where did this money go?" Jiapeng asked seriously, holding an account book.

The High Priest’s previously unblemished expression showed a slight crack, and his lips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Wait—"

Finally finished retching, the Peacock leaned against a pillar and walked out, "I want to know who fed me this junk?"

He pointed at the hideous little monsters on the ground, their horrible appearances at death provoked him, and he clutched his chest, making a gagging motion before slightly suppressing the rising nausea and revulsion.

The High Priest instinctively took a step back.

"High Priest, I’ve arranged the men; they’re stationed outside the Imperial Palace, all our own people..." Kun Peng entered, full of excitement and expectation in his eyes.

Seeing the Lord and Jiapeng, his expression instantly changed to shock, "Lord, Jiapeng, how could you be..."

The Lord looked at Yun Qi in surprise, could he have dreamt about Kun Peng?

But Kun Peng was doing his own thing, so did he dream about Kun Peng, or did Kun Peng enter his dream?

He suddenly experienced a Zhuang Sheng’s dream-like confusion.

"This is my dream; why do you think I’m here?" The Lord angrily retorted.

"What? Your dream... But isn’t this the Prayer Hall?" Kun Peng looked at the High Priest in shock.

The High Priest turned back and said in a deep voice, "It’s that little girl causing trouble; ignore him! Is everyone arranged?"

Kun Peng nodded.

The Lord took a step forward, asking with great momentum, "Kun Peng, what have you arranged?"

As the Royal Guard Captain, Kun Peng’s only superior was the Lord; he didn’t have to follow anyone else’s orders.

Kun Peng made no effort to conceal, "Lord, you still have a chance to survive. As long as you voluntarily abdicate, I can guarantee your safety. If you resist, then don’t blame Kun Peng for disregarding the bond between master and servant!"

"You, want, to, revolt!?" The Lord asked, furious, enunciating each word as he stared coldly into Kun Peng’s eyes.

Kun Peng avoided eye contact with the Lord, stiffened his neck, and said, "It’s not my fault; the consequences are due to the so-called wise reforms of the Lord."

"You’re rebelling because of my reforms! When did you become as corrupt as him!" The Lord angrily questioned.

This question pierced Kun Peng’s heart. He no longer feared the Lord’s anger, pointing at Jiapeng as he angrily shouted, "Lord, do you know what Jiapeng’s parents do? They slaughter fish in the slums. I can’t accept that, with my status and the education I’ve received, I am to work with the child of a fish-seller. He is unworthy! When did the commoners get to share in the nobility’s glory? All because of your so-called reform."

The High Priest also spoke in a deep voice, "The Lord pushed for reforms to win the support of the commoners by catering to secular interests. But do you know? People are born with ranks. Merchants should do business honestly, and fishermen should work hard fishing tirelessly. Nobles are born rulers. This has been our ancestral legacy, the guidance given to us by the Great Peacock God. Your reform violates the ancestors’ will, defies the teachings of the Great Peacock God. You are a sinner of Langqi Island and a traitor to the Great Peacock God..."

His voice became increasingly indignant, his emotions rising, resonating deeply like a heavy hammer striking one’s heart.

Suddenly, a chilling voice said:

"I haven’t, I’m not, don’t talk nonsense."

"Hmm?" Kun Peng and the High Priest looked in shock at the speaker... the bird.

The Big Peacock had finally suppressed the nausea, lazily twisting his graceful neck, with the feathers atop his head shining with gem-like brilliance.

"At that time, I was just made the Guardian God, and to maintain my authority, I honored those who devoutly believed in me as nobles and demoted those less devout and even daring to question me to commoners. In this way, no one dared to challenge my authority on Langqi Island anymore."

The High Priest’s gaze wavered, his voice trembling, "God, how can you say that? You clearly saved our ancestors..."

"Yes, I saved them. At that time, I wanted to gain human merit. After all, it’s tough on the path of cultivation for demons. If you could get human recognition and worship, it could greatly enhance your cultivation. Being a demon for a long time, becoming a God, is quite interesting."

As the Big Peacock spoke, a group of priests in similarly luxurious robes, some grey-haired, some wearing glasses, some young, came in.

Hearing the Big Peacock’s words, everyone was shocked on their faces.

"Impossible, impossible," Kun Peng shouted loudly, "I don’t believe you’re like this; you must be a fake Great Peacock God. You shouldn’t be like this. A God is a God; a God is eternal and pure, unselfish at heart. Only mortals can have sordid thoughts. I don’t allow you to have such shameful greed..."

Kun Peng was agitated, and after he finished speaking, the Big Peacock arrogantly tilted his head and disdainfully said, "Who do you think you are? You think you’re qualified to judge me? This is just how I think. If you don’t agree, come and fight me!"

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