The temple was located on the mountainside of Twin Peaks.

Twin Peaks was quite peculiar. From the mountainside, it split into two peaks, but the area at the split was flat, making it very suitable for building houses.

The temple’s structures were all built by the Beast God and were roughly divided into four areas. The core area was the Beast God’s residence, where only the High Priest, the Beast King, and the Enforcer were allowed entry—no other beastmen were permitted.

Although Feng Xun had become an Enforcer early on, the High Priest and the old Beast King never allowed him to step foot into the Beast God’s courtyard, using his young age as a reason.

He had secretly sneaked in before, and through a window, he had seen the Beast God’s clothes.

In truth, after becoming the Enforcer, many beastmen had come to plead with him, and he had begun to doubt whether the Beast God really existed.

He was clearly acting in accordance with the divine edicts, yet the High Priest and the old Beast King had actually tried to persuade him to spare their friends and relatives.

Blatantly violating the divine edicts like this—could those two still be considered followers of the Beast God?

If the Beast God truly existed, why hadn’t he appeared to punish the High Priest and the old Beast King?

He couldn’t understand.

So, he had secretly infiltrated the Beast God’s courtyard.

Through the window, he had seen the Beast God’s robes.

Blue, glowing—just like the Beast Spirit Flower!

They matched the miracles that had been passed down through generations.

In those miracles, no one knew what the Beast God looked like, only that he wore blue, luminous robes and was broad-hearted, benevolent, and omnipotent.

Realizing that the Beast God truly existed, Feng Xun felt deep remorse. He had actually doubted the Beast God—how could he have been so wrong?!

After his regret, he began to wonder why the Beast God no longer descended upon the Beastman Continent.

The High Priest and the old Beast King’s violation of the divine edicts was a serious matter, but an even greater issue was that the Beast Spirit Flower was on the verge of extinction!

This was an even graver crisis than filling one’s stomach!

He thought and thought, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure it out.

So, he no longer wanted to be the Enforcer.

Feng Xun’s emotions shifted to confusion and worry, tinged with dejection. Fan Zhou couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Feng Xun was a devout believer in the Beast God.

But now, the beastmen were facing the brink of extinction, and the god had stopped descending—this was indeed a heavy blow.

After some thought, Fan Zhou spoke: “I think the reason the Beast God hasn’t descended is that some beastmen made him angry.”

“Hm?” Feng Xun was surprised. “Who made the Beast God angry?”

“The High Priest and the old Beast King. They were appointed by the Beast God as his designated overseers, yet they blatantly defied the divine edicts. That’s like slapping the Beast God in the face. So, the Beast God grew furious and let the Beast Spirit Flower gradually die out.”

“But the Beast God is merciful. He wouldn’t truly let the beastmen perish. He granted me wisdom and bestowed a miracle upon me, allowing me to cultivate the Beast Spirit Flower. He left a path for the beastmen to survive.”

“Doesn’t that make sense?”

So, you want to execute Feng Xun huh?

You want to pin crimes on Feng Xun, huh?

Fine.

Let’s see who can outmaneuver whom.

The reason for the Beast Spirit Flower’s extinction was because the High Priest and the old Beast King had angered the Beast God!

Feng Xun’s eyes widened in shock.

Was that even possible?

But… but upon careful consideration, it actually seemed to make sense…

As the Enforcer, he had always followed the rules.

It wasn’t him who had betrayed the Beast God.

Besides, most beastmen were good. If the Beast God had truly been enraged, it could only have been by beastmen of the High Priest and old Beast King’s status…

He muttered, “If this explanation spreads, the High Priest and the old Beast King will probably be so furious they’ll faint.”

“As long as they don’t die from anger, that’s fine. Sinners like them should be judged before all beastmen and then punished according to the divine edicts.”

They better not die just yet.

Because in the future, when he reached the Central Continent, he would personally seek justice for Feng Xun.

Feng Xun did not speak.

Fan Zhou’s words were too shocking for him—his mind was caught in a storm!

Judging the Beast King and the High Priest?

That had never happened before!

“All right, all right, it’s settled then.” Seeing him in a daze, Fan Zhou waved a hand in front of his eyes to bring him back to reality.

“Tell me something else—earlier, you said your parents moved to a tribe near the Holy Temple. That must be a large tribe, right?”

“Uh…” Feng Xun blinked and looked at Fan Zhou with admiration.

The rabbit was incredible. After dropping a bombshell like an earthquake or a thunderclap, he effortlessly changed the topic, as if he didn’t even realize the magnitude of what he was about to accomplish.

No wonder he was a beastman blessed with wisdom by the Beast God!

Feng Xun steadied himself, suppressing his shock, and began explaining the tribes near the Holy Temple.

Originally, there were several small tribes near the Twin Peaks. After generations of development, those small tribes had grown into large ones.

Every autumn, the Holy Temple held a grand ceremony at the base of the Twin Peaks, drawing many tribes from across the Central Continent.

One purpose was to participate in the divine ritual, while the other was for trade—tribes traded with each other, and they also traded with the Holy Temple.

The Holy Temple controlled key technologies such as pottery-making, textile production, salt refining, house construction, and weapon forging. Among these, pottery and textile production were unique to the Holy Temple.

Pottery was lightweight and durable, and hemp cloth clothing was breathable and comfortable. These two items were highly sought after across the Central Continent.

After the gradual extinction of the Beast Spirit Flower, the priests of the Holy Temple began researching medicinal herbs, which was a major event for the beastmen.

Every tribe wanted to send their own priests to study at the Holy Temple.

As a result, the Holy Temple’s influence had grown significantly.

After hearing all this, Fan Zhou had only one thought:

The High Priest and the old Beast King were living the dream!

Holding absolute power, making all the decisions—no Beast God above to restrain them, no enforcers around to cause trouble.

Tyrannical, dictatorial.

Living the good life, weren’t they?

Although he couldn’t go to the Holy Temple right now, he could still make life difficult for those two old foxes.

The next time Niu Shan traveled to the Giant Bear Tribe, he would spread the rumor that the Beast Spirit Flower had gone extinct because the High Priest and the Beast King angered the Beast God.

The Waterfall Tribe was too isolated—terms like “Holy Temple” and “High Priest” were completely foreign to the beastmen  here.

But the Giant Bear Tribe was different.

As a trade hub, they knew about the Holy Temple and its rulers.

The Holy Temple sent beastmen to patrol the Wild Continent, meaning this rumor was bound to reach the Central Continent.

After hearing Fan Zhou’s plan, Feng Xun was fully supportive.

He had gone from hesitant to utterly convinced—there was no doubt now. The Beast God had already abandoned the High Priest and the old Beast King.

And the newly chosen leader was the rabbit!

He supported the rabbit unconditionally.

It had to be said—complaining about a common enemy really did bring people closer.

Watching Fan Zhou go from gnashing his teeth in rage one moment to animatedly plotting the next, Feng Xun felt something fiery surge through his body.

He wanted to grab the rabbit and squeeze him in his arms!

How could this rabbit be so perfect for him?!

The Beast God must truly favor him!

But he knew—right now, the rabbit saw him no differently than Xiong Jing.

So, he had to stay patient!

Take it slow and steady.

By evening, just before dinner, Fan Zhou made a trip to the tribe. He told Lang Tian about his plans to distribute Spirit Spring Water for free and his ability to cultivate Beast Spirit Flowers.

Lang Tian was utterly shocked. Cultivate Beast Spirit Flowers?

Dear heavens!

He was stunned for several seconds before he could even process that simple statement.

Beast Spirit Flowers could be cultivated!

They could be cultivated!

What a pity, he had neither seedlings nor roots…

“The Beast God has blessed us! Tu Zhou, are you really not sent by the Beast God to save everyone?!”

Before Fan Zhou could answer, the other person asked again, “Do you really not want to be a priest?”

Fan Zhou shook his head, his refusal firm and unwavering.

Lang Tian was regretful but understood why Fan Zhou declined. After all, Fan Zhou didn’t rely on the tribe to survive, so he naturally wouldn’t care for the conveniences that came with being a priest.

However, whether or not Fan Zhou wanted to be a priest was his own business. The other beastmen had to be sensible—moving forward, they should treat Fan Zhou with the same respect as a priest.

Because even though Fan Zhou wasn’t a priest, he was doing a priest’s work!

After Fan Zhou left, Lang Tian gathered the beastmen of the tribe and announced the two major events that Fan Zhou had just spoken about.

The beastmen’s reactions were similar to Lang Tian’s. When they mentioned Fan Zhou, an unconscious look of reverence appeared on their faces. He could grow Beast Spirit Flowers!

In this era, where Beast Spirit Flowers were nearly extinct, Tu Zhou suddenly gained such a skill—what did this mean?

It meant that the Beast God was watching over Tu Zhou!

Que Yu was completely dumbfounded. Tu Zhou could actually cultivate Beast Spirit Flowers?

…

Who exactly was this Tu Zhou?!

He couldn’t figure it out, but he no longer dared to cause trouble for Fan Zhou. He feared that the Beast God truly was watching over Fan Zhou.

Although he himself was also blessed by the Beast God, it was obvious that Tu Zhou was far more favored…

Moreover, Tu Zhou had made it clear that if he, Hu Sheng, Niu Shu, and Yang Chang wanted to drink the sweet water, they still had to exchange something for it.

He didn’t dare to object.

Neither did the three—after all, that was a rabbit under the Beast God’s watchful eyes!

Lang Tian then announced the collective livestock-rearing plan for the entire tribe.

Fan Zhou was willing to teach the beastmen how to raise livestock, which was great news. Moving forward, the hunting team would be responsible for capturing birds, chickens, and mud beasts—any living creatures that could be raised.

The gathering team would learn from Fan Zhou how to weave chicken cages and build enclosures.

Everyone in the tribe had to participate; no one could be lazy.

However, capturing live prey was difficult.

Beyond just skill, hunting also required luck. Sometimes, they barely caught enough to feed themselves, let alone leave surplus or catch live ones—it wasn’t easy.

Birds, in particular, were a challenge. The Waterfall Tribe had no beastmen who could fly, so capturing birds alive required slingshots.

Fan Zhou made many slingshots and taught the beastmen how to use them. The key was mastering the right amount of force—not too much to kill, but not too little either.

Everyone in the tribe had their roles, all busy with their tasks. Fan Zhou was no exception.

Feng Xun had woven dozens of chicken cages and piled them at the foot of the mountain—Fan Zhou planned to fill every single one.

That morning, after breakfast, he picked up a rope and went out hunting.

This time, he ventured further than usual.

Lately, the beastmen had been practicing with their slingshots so frequently that they had scared off most of the birds near the tribe.

The remaining birds had also become much warier—before, he could catch them easily within a ten-meter range, but now, they would fly away the moment he got close.

To catch them now, he had to stay at least fifteen, even twenty meters away.

Moreover, he was now selective about his catches—if they didn’t taste good, he wouldn’t bother.

As he sifted through his choices, he unknowingly arrived at the very spot where the white wolf had fallen from the sky, covered in blood, last time.

After being washed by the rain, the traces of that event were nearly gone. However, a large tree nearby had more than a dozen birds perched on its branches—more than half of them were ones with good flavor.

Fan Zhou’s eyes lit up.

He didn’t move closer. Instead, a small drop of water silently climbed the massive tree and, in an instant, expanded into a sphere, enveloping the entire canopy.

The water sphere contracted, ensnaring the birds in one swift motion.

The birds flapped their wings wildly in alarm, scattering feathers everywhere.

Suddenly, a sharp voice screeched, “Spare me, my lord! I’m willing to join the Waterfall Tribe! I beg Lord Tu to spare me!”

“……”

The voice was gratingly unpleasant.

Fan Zhou focused his gaze and saw a parrot—red-headed, green-bodied—flapping desperately inside the water sphere, darting about in a frenzy.

He raised an eyebrow.

The water sphere rolled down from the tree, tumbling all the way to Fan Zhou’s feet.

“Ying Xiao?”

The dizzy, tumbling parrot shook the tuft of red feathers on its head and loudly responded, “Present!”

Fan Zhou laughed.

A little spy—delivered straight to his doorstep.