Orc Priest (18): 

Bai Yutian thought the scene before him was unbelievably miraculous, staring at Zhou Qinghao in shock.

Zhou Qinghao also found it miraculous.

He had already prepared himself for the tribesman before him to die, but the man had actually come back from the brink of death!

What on earth was going on?

While Zhou Qinghao was still puzzled, he saw Gu Jun blink at him.

He immediately realized this had something to do with Gu Juntian.

At the same time, he recalled other related things.

Lately, Gu Juntian had been very passionate every night. Though Zhou Qinghao’s body was strong, he still inevitably got injuries.

Yet after just one night’s sleep, all his wounds would vanish without a trace, and his entire condition would be better than ever.

All of this should also be tied to Gu Juntian.

“He’s healed!”

“The beast god saved him!”

“Thanks to the priest!”

The tribespeople spoke one after another, looking at Zhou Qinghao with admiration.

Zhou Qinghao glanced at Gu Juntian and said, “I didn’t do anything. This is the beast god’s blessing.”

He had many suspicions in his heart, but outwardly showed nothing.

After speaking a few words with the tribe, Zhou Qinghao told the patient to rest well. Then he returned to his dwelling, took out that block of salt crystal, and scraped off fine grains with a bone tool.

Gu Juntian followed him back. Knowing he was cooking “medicine” for the patient, he tossed some water plants into the pot.

This type of algae from the swamps near the Hippo Tribe was highly nutritious and even rich in protein, perfect for someone recovering from a serious illness.

Zhou Qinghao cooked it simply and had it sent to the patient.

During the day, the doors of his house were not shut, so naturally, others saw him preparing the medicine.

The Hippo tribespeople weren’t surprised; priests had all sorts of strange ways to make medicine, and using stone powder wasn’t unheard of.

But Bai Yutian, who had come over to watch, could not make sense of it.

Scraping a bit of stone dust for the patient to eat—what the hell was that?

If he hadn’t witnessed the earlier miracle, he would have certainly thought this was quackery harming people.

But now… this fantasy world defied logic. For all he knew, this stone might really be some treasure!

While he was still thinking that, he saw the priest take a piece of cooked meat, rub it against the stone, and hand it to Gu Juntian.

Gu Juntian happily took a bite, then Zhou Qinghao took the meat back, rubbed it firmly on the stone again, and handed it back for him to eat…

What was this about? Was that stone really some kind of treasure?

In the afternoon, Bai Yutian found Gu Juntian and asked, “Fellow countryman, thank you for reminding me earlier. I almost made a terrible mistake! Luckily, I didn’t pretend to be a priest, or I wouldn’t even know how I died.”

“Be more careful in the future,” Gu Juntian reminded him.

Bai Yutian nodded repeatedly, then asked, “Fellow countryman, what is that stone the priest has? Could it be a spirit stone?”

Gu Juntian said, “That’s a piece of salt.”

“Salt?” Bai Yutian was delighted. For the past two days, all the meat he ate had no flavor.

He didn’t expect fine cuisine anymore—just not being forced to eat organs was good enough.

But salt… with salt, grilled meat would be delicious!

“Don’t even think about it. There’s no salt here. The whole tribe has only that one piece, and only the sick can eat it.”

“Then how come you can eat it?” Bai Yutian asked.

“Because the priest likes me,” Gu Juntian said with a smile.

Bai Yutian, being a pure straight man, didn’t notice anything odd in his words: “Fellow countryman, how did you get the priest to like you?” He wanted the priest to like him too! He wanted to eat salt!

“My skills aren’t something you can learn,” Gu Juntian replied immediately. “You’d better not dwell on this. If you really want salt, then train your body well, and later follow the hunting team to the seaside, boil seawater for salt, and bring it back.”

He had long wanted to get salt, but he didn’t want to travel far alone.

If he took Zhou Qinghao away, who would care for the tribe? Priests usually never left the tribe.

So the best plan was to train Bai Yutian and send him to do the work.

Though Bai Yutian was somewhat weak, if he led a few powerful beastmen with him, it would be no problem.

Of course, before that, Bai Yutian would need training to strengthen his body.

Bai Yutian was tempted.

Gu Juntian then asked, “By the way, do you know how to make salt? Seawater has impurities. Making salt isn’t as simple as just boiling seawater. There are steps.”

Bai Yutian was bewildered. “I don’t know… isn’t it just boiling it directly?”

Gu Juntian explained several methods of salt-making.

Once again, Bai Yutian felt his knowledge was far too lacking.

His fellow countryman seemed to know everything, was powerful, and even the tribe’s leader—yet still lived a primitive life. His earlier thoughts of building a nation were clearly delusional.

In this era without writing, even if given more people, he probably couldn’t manage them at all!

Bai Yutian settled down, while Gu Juntian returned to Zhou Qinghao’s side, changed back into a tiger, and lay at the door to cultivate.

Seeing this, Zhou Qinghao also sat by the door to work, occasionally reaching out to stroke the tiger.

Watching this, Bai Yutian suddenly thought—could it be that his fellow countryman had won the priest’s favor by using his beast form?

If that was the case, then he truly couldn’t learn it.

He had no beast form.

Bai Yutian felt a little dejected, then dropped down at his own door to try doing push-ups.

He now deeply understood that if he wanted to survive in this era, he had to train his body.

Gu Juntian ignored him, closing his eyes as he cultivated and pondered dual cultivation.

He had obtained a set of dual cultivation techniques!

Tonight, he absolutely had to practice them properly with Zhou Qinghao!

Thinking of this, Gu Juntian wagged his tail happily.

That night, as usual, Gu Juntian divided the meat.

Afterward, he carried a big chunk of meat back to Zhou Qinghao.

Before they started cooking the meat, Gu Juntian slid the door bolt shut.

Lately, they had always ended up doing other things while eating.

During this time, Zhou Qinghao, who hadn’t managed to speak to Gu Juntian all day, finally asked, “Tian, was it you who healed the patient earlier?”

Gu Juntian said, “Yes, it was me.”

“How did you heal him?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

In his prophecy, Gu Juntian didn’t have such ability.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qinghao suddenly realized that the Gu Juntian before him was completely different from the one in the prophecy.

Gu Juntian said, “A-Qing, I’ll tell you a secret.”

“What is it?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

Gu Juntian said, “I am actually the beast god’s envoy! I possess some special powers. I can make wounds heal quickly, I can cure sickness rapidly, and my combat power is extremely strong…”

So that was it!

Zhou Qinghao carefully thought back and realized that indeed, Gu Juntian’s strength now was much greater than before.

“Did you become the beast god’s envoy two days before the storm came?” Zhou Qinghao asked.

Gu Juntian was surprised. “How did you know?”

Zhou Qinghao said, “At that time, you changed a lot.”

Although he had liked Gu Juntian before, he hadn’t necessarily wanted to become his partner.

But suddenly one day, he couldn’t bear the thought of Gu Juntian liking someone else.

The person before him had already changed—he was no longer the man from the prophecy who would harm him.

Zhou Qinghao felt some regret. He should have realized earlier!

The original tribe leader would never have treated him so well!

“My A-Qing is so smart. Yes, that was when I gained the beast god’s favor and became his envoy. A-Qing, you are a priest, so you must serve the envoy of the beast god well, understand?” Gu Juntian kissed him and teased with a smile, “If you serve me well, I can even make you a beast god’s envoy too.”

Zhou Qinghao: “…” This so-called envoy of the beast god was far too frivolous, way too lustful.

“Come, let me teach you today the method to become the beast god’s envoy!” Gu Juntian began to explain the dual cultivation method he had just recalled.

Zhou Qinghao grew more and more astonished as he listened—so it could work like this?

So the reason Gu Juntian had to lie outside at night was for cultivation, to gain divine power?

Zhou Qinghao cooperated with him, cultivating together.

The process was wonderful.

Afterward, they both left the tent to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.

Zhou Qinghao was eager to cultivate—he wanted the beast god’s power.

Thinking that his partner was the beast god’s envoy, and not the man from the prophecy who would destroy the Hippo Tribe, he was even happier.

The little white rabbit squirmed with excitement.

Gu Juntian could tell how excited Zhou Qinghao was.

Though he was in beast form and couldn’t speak, he had spiritual power: “A-Qing, if you don’t want to absorb the sun and moon’s essence, shall we continue dual cultivation?”

The little white rabbit instantly froze still.

Gu Juntian licked him, resumed cultivating, and while cultivating himself, also helped Zhou Qinghao cultivate.

Zhou Qinghao slowly drifted into sleep.

Before falling asleep, he was still thrilled that his partner was the beast god’s envoy.

He had wrongly doubted his partner before—he really shouldn’t have!

Now, with his partner being the beast god’s envoy, did it mean he no longer needed to worry that what he did might go against the beast god’s will?

Then, he dreamed again.

In his dream, he and Gu Juntian lived in a place called the Bureau of Demon Management. They cultivated together and protected the nation together…

In the morning, before the rest of the tribe woke, Gu Juntian carried the little white rabbit back into the house.

That was when Zhou Qinghao woke.

Upon waking, he felt dazed.

He had seen fragments in his dream that were very vivid, even mentioning the cultivation method Gu Juntian had taught him.

He was sure the person living with him in the dream was Gu Juntian. He faintly felt that Gu Juntian had been his lover in a past life.

Was Gu Juntian really the beast god’s envoy?

Why did it feel like everything Gu Juntian told him yesterday had been a lie?

Thinking carefully, he remembered that not long ago, Gu Juntian had even said there was no such thing as a beast god in this world.

So Gu Juntian had been coaxing him all along.

But what could he do? He could only pretend to be convinced.