The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

In fact, according to Zeng Wenyu's idea, if he could meet the emperor of the new country, that is, the new emperor, then he was sure that he could definitely borrow the magic weapon that Wang Ke mentioned before, which could always point in the direction. However, there were so many dignitaries in the central imperial city of the new country, and those people could not possibly know him. He might not even be able to get close to the palace, so how could he meet the new emperor?

Because of this, Zeng Wenyu chose to record the dirty things that these princes did in private. After all, what princes would like to make such things public? Unless they don't want to be the next new emperor.

But Zeng Wenyu knew that doing so was actually risky. Those princes would always be surrounded by powerful guards. In addition to these videos, he would need some other means to protect himself.

Record everything that Si Mu said. There is no need to worry that the princes will not admit these things. Even if there is no substantial evidence, it will cause their reputation among the people to collapse, not to mention that Si Mu also provided some evidence that he carried with him.

Mu Zhi took back the pink gas, and Si Mu woke up after a while. There was some confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't know what he was about to face.

After a short pause, when Si Mu looked up and saw Zeng Wenyu, all the things he had experienced before came into his mind, and his expression changed drastically: "You! What did you do to me just now? What...what did I say?"

"What did you do? What could I do to you? I just let you show the filthiest side of your heart. As for what you said..." Zeng Wenyu stretched out his hand and took out a photo ball. "Anyway, you have said everything you should and shouldn't say. Do you want to see what you said?"

Si Mu looked at the photo ball in Zeng Wenyu's hand. His expression was ferocious as he stared at the photo ball.

"Want to destroy it?" Zeng Wenyu tossed the photo ball back and forth in his hands.

Si Mu didn't say anything. He still stared at the photo ball, his eyes constantly moving with the photo ball being tossed.

Looking at the silent Si Mu, Zeng Wenyu felt that there was no point and put the shadow ball back into the storage ring. He knew that Si Mu didn't dare to take action. Mu Zhi had been standing next to Zeng Wenyu. She was a cultivator who could use her spiritual hands to pull him down from the sky. It was impossible for him to take action under Mu Zhi's nose.

He took out another rope from the storage ring and tied up Si Mu in front of Kuruyi and the others who were frightened.

"Little brother... you... Si Mu is an official of our country who is responsible for managing people like us. It's not good to tie him up like this, right?"

"Yes, this will indeed cause trouble for you, the Kuru tribe leader. So, I will not stay in the Kuru tribe any longer. I will take my leave now."

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I'm not trying to chase you two away. I just think why don't we let Master Simu go?"

"Leave? Let him go? Are you crazy or am I? Do you believe that if you really let him go, he will bring people to encircle you soon? You don't really think he will let you, the Kuru tribe, go? Of course, it should be impossible to kill everyone, but I'm afraid that everyone in your family will not have a good ending."

"I know, but kidnapping an official without authorization is also a serious crime in Singapore..."

"It's not you who tied him up, so what does it matter? If you're afraid, just put all the blame on me. Anyway, I have the pastor in my hands. As long as all the Kuru people are united..."

"Alas... little brother, you misunderstood me... I..." Kuruyi shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, the more you say, the more mistakes you make. Don't worry, little brother, stay here. Even if you want to leave, you have to wait until we entertain the two of you. I have prepared the fog sheep. Let me taste the fresh fog sheep meat tonight."

"I think it's still considered..."

"Just listen to me. Even if you want to leave, don't leave now. And little brother, you helped us deal with the Great Elder and the rebellion in our tribe. If we don't thank you for this, we will not be able to get over it."

"That's right. We all have to thank you for helping us solve these problems. What's more, the Great Elder's faction is finished. In this way, my father will truly become the patriarch of the Kuru tribe. In the future, no one will come out to use the ancestral system to stop many reforms. This is a great thing for us."

"Yes, many of the reforms made by the tribe leader are beneficial to us. Every time, the great elders jump out to obstruct us. Otherwise, our Kuru tribe would have developed better than it is now..."

"Yes, he is just a priest. He has evil intentions towards us. Even if we bring this matter to the court, we are in the right. What are we afraid of?"

Those who spoke were the young and strong people who supported Kuruyi, while those who supported the Great Elder were silent. They didn't dare to jump out and say this or that now, for they were all afraid of being held accountable after this incident.

Under the persuasion of these young people, Zeng Wenyu and Mu Zhi agreed not to leave, especially Mu Zhi, who had long wanted to taste what the fog sheep tasted like.

The feast was arranged in the evening. A bonfire was set up early in the middle of the camp. A few mist sheep were released from the gourd by Kuru Yi and were waiting to be slaughtered nearby. After all, there were many people in the Kuru tribe, and one or two mist sheep could not satisfy so many people, and these mist sheep also needed to be matched with a lot of other food.

As the sky gradually darkened, the bonfire in the middle of the camp had been lit. The mist sheep had already been slaughtered and marinated in advance, and were being roasted on the bonfire by several Kuru youths using wooden sticks. It wasn't long before the fragrance wafted into the air.

"It smells so good," Mu Zhi sat next to Zeng Wenyu, her eyes fell on the roasted Mist Sheep, "I didn't expect that the Mist Sheep smelled so bad when it was slaughtered, but it smelled so good when roasted."

"Of course. The meat of this fog goat is not something that ordinary cultivators can afford. I also ate it once in Dancheng when I was in Kangguo. It is very expensive for ordinary cultivators. It's a pity that the fog goat is very targeted and only helps cultivators in the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Apart from cultivators in this realm, the only reason to eat fog goat meat is because the meat is delicious."

"That's not bad. We don't rely on this to improve our cultivation anyway, so it's good to just taste it."

The two men were chatting when a figure sneaked up from the side. Zeng Wenyu turned his head to look at the figure. With the help of the light from the campfire, Zeng Wenyu saw the person clearly. It was the Kuru fox who had instigated those young men to attack him before.