Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1783 - 414: Harvest and the Deranged Little Ming King (3)

Han Lin’er, hearing this, was taken aback and looked towards Han Ling’er. "Sister, why are you defending them too?"

Han Ling’er responded, "Brother, it’s not that I’m defending them, it’s just..."

"What is it?" Han Lin’er asked coldly.

Liu Caidie then stepped forward. "Brother Lin’er, please stop this commotion and quickly let everyone take refuge."

"Caidie, you too? You’re saying this as well!"

"All of you are saying this! Do you all truly believe I am merely a decorative vase, utterly useless?"

"Can’t do anything right. Whatever I attempt, you all must watch me, oppose me—deep down, do you all despise me?"

At that moment, the Little Ming King's emotions finally erupted, surging uncontrollably to the surface.

He unleashed all the pent-up grievances he had endured since assuming his post.

From the moment he took office, Du Zundao and Mr. Guan had oppressed him, even challenging his authority. Was he merely their puppet, a pawn manipulated by various factions?

Now, having barely achieved a small success, even a simple statement from him was being suppressed by this group.

Chen Jiusi!

The Little Ming King fixed his gaze on Chen Jiusi, his eyes burning with anger.

Chen Jie, in turn, looked back at him, his expression exceptionally calm.

However, the Little Ming King felt provoked by Chen Jie's steady gaze. He perceived Chen Jiusi as another Du Zundao, someone who also sought to control him, to treat him like a mere puppet.

Staring directly at Chen Jie, the Little Ming King bellowed, "Chen Jiusi, you aided our Holy Sect, but you are not the Sect Hierarch! You have no right to interfere in the matters between me and the cult members, do you understand me?"

Reacting to the Little Ming King’s outburst, Han Ling’er tightly grasped his arm. "Brother, you’ve lost your mind! Chen Shaohua is assisting us. Without his intervention, you would have already been captured by the Six Great Sects or the imperial court!"

"If I must serve under him, I would sooner be captured by the court, beheaded or flayed! I’m sick of it, I’ve had enough!" the Little Ming King screamed hysterically.

Liu Caidie embraced him, her voice gentle. "Brother Lin’er, please don’t go mad. You've lost your sense of reason. Wake up!"

Han Ling’er anxiously covered Han Lin’er’s mouth. She cast a worried glance towards Chen Jie before calling out to the assembled cult members below, "All cult members! The Sect Hierarch sustained a severe head injury during the Six Great Sects’ attack and must be experiencing a hysterical episode. Everyone, please cease your concern for him and quickly proceed into the secret passage to escape this crisis."

The cult members had long since grown weary of the Little Ming King's lengthy pronouncements. The booming sounds of artillery descending the mountain filled the air. Who had the disposition to listen to the Little Ming King’s pompous rhetoric during such perilous times? Though the interactions appeared orderly, the cult members were inwardly impatient, yet they could only listen when the Sect Hierarch intended to speak.

Now, hearing the Saintess's urgent instruction to hide, they immediately began to crowd into the secret chamber.

Observing this scene, Chen Jie spoke up. "Everyone, please do not rush; there is still time. Chen Long, Mei Tu, Monkey, and the elders, please manage your respective sections. Guide the evacuation in an orderly fashion, allowing the elderly and children to go first, with others following."

"Yes!"

Heeding Chen Jie’s command, Chen Long, Mei Tu, and Monkey, the three elders, simultaneously cupped their hands in agreement.

Witnessing their compliance, many people became somewhat bewildered, as if Chen Jiusi truly held the position of Sect Hierarch of the Zoroastrian Sect.

At this juncture, a curious cult member inquired, "Who is he? I’ve never seen him before."

Upon hearing this, someone replied, "You don't know him? That’s Chen Jiusi, Chen Shaohua! I heard from my child, who serves as a guard, that the situation on Bright Peak was perilous this time. Tiger King rebelled and, along with Han Dharma King, imprisoned the Master. They planned to seize the Qiankun Great Method from the Ruins..."

This individual recounted all the details their guard child had shared. In the next moment, tales of Chen Jie's exploits on Bright Peak began to circulate.

One might ponder how the guard's child obtained such comprehensive information. There was no need for further inquiry; surely, someone was orchestrating the narrative behind the scenes. Chen Jiusi himself would hardly shy away from such promotional efforts.

At this moment, Mei Tu glanced at Chen Jie with a smile, seemingly seeking acknowledgment, while a faint smile also graced Chen Jie's lips—Mei Tu had performed admirably!

As Chen Jie mused this, discussions about him were already igniting amongst the cult members.

"It is thanks to Chen Shaohua that we are able to escape this danger this time. Although he is not a member of our Holy Sect, he has done so much for us. If not for the risks he took, the Little Ming King would have been captured, and we would have become the ghosts falling beneath the blades of the Six Great Sects and the imperial court."

"Indeed, Chen Shaohua rescued us from a perilous situation, yet the utterances from Little Ming King were excessively harsh. He ought to express gratitude!"

"Precisely! Could the rebellion instigated by Tiger King have caused Little Ming King to forfeit his moral compass? This individual aided him, only to endure such a reprimand from Little Ming King—it is unacceptable. Holding the position of Sect Hierarch does not grant immunity from discerning right from wrong."

"That is accurate. Furthermore, I comprehended his intention; he desired for us to conceal ourselves within the secret passage to evade the imperial army's slaughter, whilst Little Ming King intended to flaunt his prowess irrespective of our safety. How did we come to possess such an inept Ming King?"

"Truly, truly, he is a typical case of a tyrannical father producing a degenerate son. How could he possibly measure up to the esteemed Lord Ming King?"

"Yes, yes..."

The cult members engaged in hushed conversations amongst themselves. However, irrespective of the reduced volume, with such a multitude deliberating, certain words inevitably reached Little Ming King's auditory senses.