Chapter 172: The Feast Begins, for Thirty Consecutive Days!

Chapter 172: The Feast Begins, Lasting Thirty Days!

The red-skirted wolfhound soared through the air, its figure seductive and enchanting.

The villagers of Stone Family Village wore expressions of terror.

Qi Yuan gazed at the red-skirted wolfhound—the god of Stone Family Village—a strange look in his eyes.

“A perfected Divine Infant who has grasped a thread of primal divine power?”

He saw at once that this so-called deity was actually limited in strength, barely stronger than those villagers.

A mere perfected Divine Infant, yet through the villagers’ offerings, it had condensed a thread of primal divine power.

That was already astonishing.

In the Canglan Realm, if Divine Infant cultivators could master primal divine power through such means, there was no need to imagine—the entire Canglan Realm would descend into chaos, with “gods” everywhere.

Consider this: the Great Shang Kingdom had dozens of Divine Infant cultivators, and the Hundred Kingdoms had thousands, yet not a single Purple Mansion.

This showed just how vast the gap between Purple Mansion and Divine Infant truly was.

The red-skirted wolfhound moved with a coquettish grace, extending its thick tongue: “A newborn ancient god—its flavor must be quite delicious.”

A new god devouring an ancient one could elevate its cultivation.

The red-skirted wolfhound’s eyes gleamed as it fixed its gaze on Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan, maintaining an air of superiority, said lightly, “Hmph, you little fiend, you should be able to give me quite a bit of experience points, right?”

Since arriving in this world, Qi Yuan had discovered that his character level was different from the usual 1 to 100.

Now, he was clearly a Divine Being at Level 1.

And before him, the red-skirted wolfhound was a Divine Being at Level 55.

The gap between them was… immense.

It was comparable to an early Yuan Dan facing a late Divine Infant.

And this opponent was a god within its own territory, wielding primal divine power as a Divine Infant.

Generally speaking, it could indeed kill Qi Yuan instantly.

As he was now, without summoning his Stellar Golden Core, relying on his in-game strength, it was truly difficult to overcome so many levels.

“My children, offer yourselves to me!”

“Follow me to slay the enemy!”

At that moment, the red-skirted wolfhound let out a seductive, fierce cry.

The villagers of Stone Family Village couldn’t help but frown, their faces turning pale.

Clearly, despite the red-skirted wolfhound’s outward contempt for the sudden appearance of the ancient god Qi Yuan, it was putting forth its full strength from the very first move.

From the villagers’ bodies, countless red specks of light flew out and gathered in the red-skirted wolfhound’s hands.

Finally, they formed a massive spiked club.

Shen Tu stared at the club, his teeth chattering: “This is a sacrificial vessel!”

A sacrificial vessel, forged from the offerings of ten thousand people, imbued with the hearts of the multitude, representing the world’s origin.

Of course, in Qi Yuan’s understanding, this was a magical artifact capable of unleashing primal divine power.

“How interesting,” Qi Yuan remarked in surprise.

It was the first time he had seen someone else, like himself, inscribe primal divine power into a magical artifact.

Just then, the village chief Yu Lei arrived with nearly a hundred villagers.

Seeing the red-skirted wolfhound drawing upon the villagers’ offerings, fear filled their eyes.

“We’re doomed!”

“The evil god… ah!”

“Go! Quickly, help the divine lord!” the village chief Yu Lei shouted.

Without any hesitation, all the villagers united on the same front, rushing to aid Qi Yuan.

But Qi Yuan said, “With more people, the feast will be livelier.”

He felt no fear toward a Level 55 Divine Being.

“Sword, come!”

He gave a soft command.

The longsword behind him suddenly unsheathed.

The sword was blood-red all over, engraved with intricate patterns. On the hilt, seven figures with ferocious faces sat in a circle, each with a different expression.

An overwhelming aura of blood filled the air, turning the sky above Stone Family Village a deep crimson.

The heavens were coated in a layer of blood, as if a great demon had descended upon the world.

The villagers of Green Water Village, who had come to support, could not help but halt in their tracks.

That terrifying blood aura… it was like a demonic weapon that had slaughtered countless living beings.

Seeing this, the villagers of Stone Family Village were seized with panic: “An evil god!”

“It’s actually an evil god!”

Just moments ago, the villagers of Green Water Village had called the god of Stone Family Village an evil god.

Now, the villagers of Stone Family Village were returning the favor, calling the god of Green Water Village an evil god!

Qi Yuan looked at the red-skirted wolfhound: “You have your children’s blessings, you have your temple’s support—but I have one sword, and it will cut off your dog’s head!”

This time, saying “cut off your dog’s head,” Qi Yuan felt perfectly justified.

Because, indeed, the other party had a dog’s head.

“Sword, go.”

Qi Yuan did not act himself.

His precious body would not stand beneath a crumbling wall.

At only Level 1, if he were touched, he would be in deep trouble.

The longsword inscribed with primal divine power flew toward the red-skirted wolfhound.

The red-skirted wolfhound’s expression was one of terror.

“Where did you get that sacrificial vessel?!”

It could not understand.

The other party had clearly left the temple, left its fiefdom—why did it still have a sacrificial vessel, and such a terrifying one at that?

The spiked club in its hand was nothing but a tiny shrimp compared to that dreadful longsword.

“Cut off the dog’s head!” Qi Yuan paid no heed, directly commanding.

The longsword inscribed with primal divine power charged at the red-skirted wolfhound.

The sovereign of the void realm unleashed the primal divine ability of Heart Demon Guidance.

A primal divine ability of the inscription grade—how could a mere perfected Divine Infant withstand it?

In the span of half a breath, the guardian god of Stone Family Village was plunged into madness.

“Eat, I want to eat!”

The sword blade flew past, and the head of the red-skirted wolf-dog fell to the ground.

A dignified guardian deity, slain with ease.

A torrent of experience surged into Qi Yuan’s body at that moment.

His level rose from 1 to 2, then 3, finally settling at 11.

The villagers of Stone Family Village stood frozen.

The village chief, Yu Lei, was also stunned.

The villagers behind him were all bewildered.

Shouldn’t a god who had left the temple be weak?

How… could it slay the new god of Stone Family Village?

Especially the fat man who had been ready to mock Qi Yuan—now his eyes were wide.

“Our god has some issues in the head, but its strength… is terrifying!”

How could a village like theirs, with such a dilapidated temple, produce a god this powerful?

It seemed unreasonable.

The village chief Yu Lei’s gaze fell upon the blood-red longsword.

“The power isn’t in the god—it’s in that sword!”

He could see that the sword was steeped in an exceptionally dense aura of primal divine ability.

One step further, and it could become a divine artifact!

That was a mighty divine artifact capable of suppressing an entire city!

“Our ancient god was born clutching a sword… perhaps it is the offspring of some true deity!” judged Yu Lei.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary guardian god’s birth be accompanied by such a powerful sacrificial artifact?

The other villagers, hearing this, felt a surge of excitement.

Their god from this rundown village had no small origin!

“With a god this strong, can we eat two cornbreads per meal now?”

These villagers dared to fantasize.

At that moment, the people of Stone Family Village were even more terrified.

Especially the most domineering family in the village.

They had invited the new god, and their fates were tightly bound to it.

With the new god fallen, they…

“No!”

From the body of one villager, a terrifying wolf head burst forth.

Then, one after another, wolf heads emerged from the bodies of over a dozen villagers.

“They have been assimilated by the new god. With its fall, they will transform into… divine aberrations!” Shen Tu quickly said.

The more loyal one was to the new god, the greater the benefits, and the new god would assimilate them into temple guardians.

But if the new god fell, they would become mindless divine aberrations driven only to kill.

The family that had been the most arrogant in Stone Family Village—dozens of divine aberrations appeared in an instant.

“The little boss died and turned into even smaller bosses?”

Qi Yuan glanced.

The blood-red longsword transformed into a streak of light.

“Banish all evil!”

“Chop off all heads!”

“Throw a grand feast!”

“Feast for thirty days straight!”

A feast thrown by a single god was somewhat meager, lasting only a day.

But if you killed an entire family, wouldn’t that let the feast stretch for several days?

The blood-red streak flew through Stone Family Village.

With each wolf-dog villager he slew, a flicker of delight grew on Qi Yuan’s face.

The days of feasting could be extended by one more.

In a dozen breaths, all the terrifying divine aberrations were slain by Qi Yuan.

His experience increased by a faint amount.

Compared to the guardian god, the experience from those aberrations was negligible.

Having slain all the aberrations, Qi Yuan and Shen Tu landed in Stone Family Village.

Qi Yuan’s expression was stern, his body radiating a powerful aura.

The blood-red longsword returned to its sheath. The remaining villagers of Stone Family Village, seeing this, quickly knelt: “Spare us, great deity!”

There was no escape; all they could do was beg for mercy.

“We did not worship the new god—it was all forced on us by that bastard Shi Fugui!”

The burly man who had been pinned down earlier now knelt solemnly: “Thank you, deity, for saving my child. This life of mine, Wang, belongs to you!”

Facing Qi Yuan, these villagers were filled with dread.

After all, this deity had just killed their village’s guardian god.

They lowered their heads, silently awaiting their fate.

For people like them, who had worshipped the new god, the ancient gods held great disdain.

Some harsh-natured ones would kill them outright, while the kind-hearted might treat them more gently.

This new god before them, with a sacrificial artifact that reeked of blood, clearly was not one to be trifled with.

The fate awaiting them might be cruel.

“Your guardian god is dead—what should you do now?” Qi Yuan spoke, addressing the kneeling villagers.

The villagers’ hearts leaped into their throats, unsure why this ancient god was asking.

“Judge the new god’s crimes—convene a trial assembly!”

"The trial is over! Pledge allegiance to the Ancient God!"

"Build a new temple for the Ancient God, carve a new idol!"

The villagers spoke these words tremblingly, yet they had already accepted this reality.

Compared to staying alive, exhausting the people and draining resources to build a temple and an idol was truly nothing.

Watching the villagers chatter endlessly, Qi Yuan was speechless.

These people... had they no common sense?

"The Evil God is dead. What you should be doing is starting the feast!"

"I've already killed over thirty of that Evil God's minions, so this feast... must go on for thirty days!" Qi Yuan declared loudly.

His voice carried through Stonehome Village.

The villagers of Stonehome, upon hearing this, were utterly bewildered.

A feast?

What the hell?

The man surnamed Wang, who had spoken earlier, changed his expression and finally said, "Hurry up and prepare! Start the feast!"

Hearing this, the villagers quickly nodded. "Right, start the feast!"

At this moment, simply surviving was already a blessing. They just needed to do as the Ancient God said.

And so, in Stonehome Village, lanterns were lit, and the banquet began.

The villagers of Greenstream Village exchanged glances, and only after receiving Qi Yuan's approval did they eagerly make their way to the feast.

Seeing the dazzling array of food on the tables—even meat—every one of those Greenstream villagers was tempted, their mouths watering.

They had been hungry for far too long.

Without the blessing of a god, their water sources had been cut off, and their crops had yielded almost nothing.

In contrast, Stonehome Village had granaries overflowing with grain, and no shortage of fat pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, and fish.

Even Qi Yuan was somewhat astonished.

No wonder everyone believed in the new god.

Following the new god did indeed bring good things to eat.

Over thirty tables were set for the feast. Qi Yuan did not pick up his chopsticks, and no one else dared to.

Then, Qi Yuan stood up and raised his wine glass.

"Today, we gather together with heavy hearts."

"Heaven weeps, the earth mourns. My good brother, the guardian god of Stonehome Village, the Wolfhound God, has sadly passed away today, leaving us forever."

Qi Yuan's voice was impassioned, tinged with sorrow.

The people of Stonehome exchanged glances, while the Greenstream villagers looked utterly... lost.

At that moment, Qi Yuan extended his hand. "On this sorrowful day, we deeply remember."

Seeing this, the burly man surnamed Wang immediately gave a signal.

Instantly, from within Stonehome Village, several elderly women dressed in white emerged.

"Oh, god, you died so tragically!"

"Wah, wah..."

These old women were professional mourners.

They wailed pitifully, so moved it seemed as if their own kin had truly passed.

Hearing their cries, Qi Yuan felt the ritual was complete.

"Start the feast!" He began eating immediately, nearly devouring an entire pig's head in one go.

He was simply... too hungry.

Since crossing over, he had never been this famished.

As for the Greenstream villagers, they ate like starving ghosts, wolfing down food frantically.

Some secretly stuffed food into their pockets.

They were just too hungry.

...

In Greenstream Village.

Two old men lay on a haystack, nibbling on cornbread.

"Ah, when will this end?"

"Soon. If the god dies in Stonehome Village, our Greenstream Village is probably done for too. Good thing I still have some dry rations—I won't starve to death."

"This newborn Ancient God is truly strange. If he stayed in the village, we might have a chance to recover. But going to Stonehome Village? That's like throwing a meat bun to a dog."

These two old men voiced what almost everyone was thinking.

No one believed that a newborn Ancient God could defeat the new god.

And even if he did win, his fate would be grim.

By now, the Flying Wasteland City was practically half-owned by the new god.

There was almost no place left for an Ancient God.

Just then, rustling sounds came.

The old man looked puzzled. "Sister Jiang, what are you doing out here in the dead of night?"

A middle-aged woman, looking utterly frail, lifted her head. Her eyes gleamed, but she spoke weakly, "Going to the feast."

"Huh?" The old man felt the words were familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere today.

"The god has slain the Evil God. Stonehome Village is holding a feast. We're to help out... and eat."

Hearing this, the old man was stunned.

The god had killed the Evil God?

And on the Evil God's own turf?

His eyes lit up. "Going to the feast!"

None of that mattered—what mattered was the feast.

...

In Stonehome Village, the Evil God had been vanquished. Qi Yuan had also wiped out the biggest household, uncovering mountains of grain and food.

On the first day, the feast was for the Evil God. On the second day, the feast continued.

After all, with so many dead, the feast had to go on!

One day, a gaunt horse pulled a carriage, and inside the carriage sat an old man in a scholar's robe, his frame thin and bony.

His eyes were half-closed, and he appeared to be quite badly injured.

"Sir, are you all right?" Huang Mengying asked with concern.

"That new god in Wildwind Town is rather formidable.

Now, with five hundred guards garrisoned in the town, it's as solid as iron. On its home ground, I... fought it... and suffered serious injuries. I'll need three years to recover before I can act again." The scholar-robed old man spoke with a look of self-reproach. "Alas, I have failed Lord Huang's trust."

Hearing this, Huang Mengying's face grew even more worried, but she still said, "It's good that you are unharmed, sir."

"A pity. Of the seven towns, six have already fallen under the rule of the new gods. Flying Wasteland City stands alone, unable to hold out." The old man sighed.

Flying Wasteland City had always believed in the old gods.

A certain old god was also enshrined in the city.

But twenty years ago, that old god suddenly fell into an endless slumber.

The situation in the city changed drastically.

Many wealthy families in the city secretly stirred up trouble, urging the welcoming of new gods.

Huang Mengying's father, the lord of Flying Wasteland City, naturally did not wish to welcome the new gods and suppressed the wealthy families.

But those wealthy families, seeing they could not shake Flying Wasteland City, secretly colluded with the various towns, plotting in some villages to overthrow the old gods and welcome the new ones.

Now, of the seven towns under Flying Wasteland City, six already worshipped the new gods.

As for the villages, almost all of them believed in the new gods; those who believed in the old gods were few and far between.

The scholar-robed old man was a friend of the city lord, a strong cultivator at the late Purple Mansion stage. The city lord had personally invited him to strike at the new gods of the six towns, hoping to cut down their power.

Unfortunately, he had only managed to slay one new god before encountering a second and suffering severe injuries.

Just then, the sound of suonas came, sounding especially lively.

This seemed quite rare in the villages near Flying Wasteland City.

The scholar-robed old man was startled. "Boy, what's going on in that village ahead?"

"Sir, let me go ask."

The boy driving the carriage got down and ran toward the village ahead.

Before long, the boy returned: "Sir, ahead is Stone Family Village. They... are holding a feast!"

"Stone Family Village, a feast?" The old man was bewildered.

If he remembered correctly, Stone Family Village had a evil god.

"It was the old god of Greenwater Village who killed the evil god of Stone Family Village, and then they started feasting!"

Hearing this, the old man broke into a smile. "Such an interesting affair—I must go see it."

Beside him, Huang Mengying was also intrigued.

For what was happening before them was indeed quite unbelievable.

In times like these, it was rare for an old god to slay a new god.

And to kill a new god and then openly hold a feast was even rarer.

After all, with the new gods now powerful, many old gods could barely protect themselves and were unwilling to oppose them.

"Let's go take a look." Huang Mengying was also curious.

She had read the county annals thoroughly and knew the gods worshipped in every village around Flying Wasteland City.

The god worshipped in Greenwater Village was the Foxtail Grass God, the lowest of the low.

How could such a god slay the evil god of Stone Family Village?

Driving the carriage, each harboring different thoughts, the scholar-robed old man and Huang Mengying arrived at Stone Family Village and saw a scene of bustling activity.

At the same time, they also saw several coffins laid out on the ground, with people wailing in mourning.

The originally somber funeral now seemed utterly absurd.

(End of chapter)