Chapter 2211 - 1192: _2

The Cannibal Buddha’s voice was like a giant bell, each word echoing in this space, shaking the heart.

"Thank you, Father!" Yang Xiao bowed excitedly.

Being granted a name by the High Priest within the Esoteric Sect is an extremely honorable gesture, a dream that many yearn for.

As Yang Xiao stood up, these high-ranking members of the Esoteric Sect, led by Elder Kunpa, all paid their respects to Yang Xiao in turn. Even those elders who originally harbored biases against Yang Xiao had, upon witnessing this scene today, developed a sense of respect and goodwill towards him.

He indeed helped the Esoteric Sect greatly, and he even received guidance from the Holy Temple Spirit, a god they devoutly worship.

Everyone was shaken by Yang Xiao’s performance, unanimously convinced that he was the one chosen by the Holy Temple Spirit; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the sincerity of his emotions earlier.

The name Dachaya was well-deserved to fall on him; he was a loyal friend, a trustworthy companion.

In conclusion, everyone was joyful that night, treating Yang Xiao as the mascot of the Esoteric Sect, and he was plied with a lot of alcohol.

The people of the Esoteric Sect were very hearty, had astonishing drink volumes, and were extremely enthusiastic; Yang Xiao no longer remembered how much he drank.

Overall, his last memory stopped when he really couldn’t drink anymore, and to escape the alcohol, he crawled under the table.

But even so, those people didn’t let him go, pulling him out from under the table, with one person on each side, holding him up to continue drinking, almost inserting a funnel into his mouth.

When Yang Xiao woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, his head terribly dizzy. Upon opening his eyes, he saw four girls feeding him hangover medicine, a black concoction with a strong herbal smell.

About ten minutes later, as he regained some clarity, he realized it was not four girls, but just two.

"Benefactor, why did you drink so much alcohol? Was there a lot of delicious food at last night’s feast?" The young girl blinked her eyes, full of curiosity.

"Who sent me back last night?" Yang Xiao sat up, and the girl perceptively brought a pillow to place behind him.

"It was Young Priest Ye Yin who personally carried you back." The girl answered.

Yang Xiao recalled briefly, thinking it must be that sturdy young man, who was also an adopted son under the seat of the Cannibal Buddha.

Last night, he even proactively came to toast with Yang Xiao, leaving Yang Xiao with a good impression. Yang Xiao could feel that this man harbored no hostility towards him, was a hearty chap.

"What does Ye Yin mean in your language?" Yang Xiao asked again.

"Brave, fearless and undaunted." The girl thought and answered.

"Then what about the other young priest, what is his name and meaning?"

"This I know." The other girl eagerly answered: "The other is Kalu Na Young Priest, his name means compassion."

Mentioning Young Priest Karuna, the girl clearly became enthusiastic, speaking incessantly: "Kalu Na Young Priest is the most trusted young priest by the High Priest. He didn’t come to the Royal City this time because he’s overseeing the battlefield as a proxy for the High Priest."

"He’s a really good person, never beats or scolds us poor folks, has a heart made of gold."

"Both his looks and personality are the best among all the young priests, everybody likes him, and privately everyone discusses that he will certainly inherit the High Priest’s position."

The girl was quite young, probably not yet an adult, talking about Young Priest Karuna like she was star-struck.

However, the other slightly older girl clearly knew the depth of matters, and harshly stepped on the foot of the young girl below, giving her a look to indicate that the benefactor present was also a young priest of the Esoteric Sect now.

The young girl belatedly realized, her face full of fear and embarrassment, quietly explaining: "Benefactor, please don’t be angry, you are the most esteemed young priest to us, you have the best heart."

Neither of the two girls dared to say another word, as they clearly noticed Yang Xiao’s expression had worsened.

Because Yang Xiao had always been good to them, the two had habitually closeness with Yang Xiao, but at this moment, they were keenly aware that the three of them were not on the same level, that the seemingly easy-going young man before them held absolute power over their lives.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Young Priest! It was my mistake!" The younger girl could not withstand the pressure any longer, her knee went weak, "thud" she kneeled down.

"Young Priest, don’t take it as serious, she meant no harm, she often tells me privately how her father and brother were released from the Punishment Camp thanks to your care. Please forgive her this time! I beg you!" The slightly older girl also pleaded for her good friend.

"Do you know what your mistake was?" Yang Xiao coldly asked.

"I shouldn’t have praised other young priests in front of you." The girl was frightened to tears, her voice trembling fiercely.

"This small matter I wouldn’t have taken to heart, but what status do you have to privately discuss which young priest the High Priest trusts the most, who might inherit the position in the future, how many heads do you have? Huh?! Are you courting death?!" Yang Xiao’s tone was unusually fierce.

"I don’t dare anymore, I know I was wrong, but everyone... everyone talks like this privately..." the girl said, full of grievance.

"Even if everyone says it, you must not speak, next time you hear someone discussing such matters, stay far away, as far as possible."

"I don’t want the next time I come, to see your and your family’s corpses hung outside the city gate at first glance, do you understand?!" Yang Xiao’s tone was stern.