Chapter 173: Qi Qi: He Must Be a Very Grand Deity

Chapter 173: Qi Qi: He Must Be a Most Majestic Deity

"Nangong Wuji of Feihuang City seeks an audience with the deity!" The robed old man was immensely powerful; he could slay a town's god with a flick of his hand.

Yet this time, coming to meet the deity of Qingshui Village, his demeanor was exceedingly reverent.

At that moment, Qi Yuan, who had been burying his head in his meal, looked up and said to Nangong Wuji, "You've come for the feast too. Sit down, help yourself."

Nangong Wuji looked at Qi Yuan, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

For he did not sense a strong divinity in Qi Yuan.

This indicated that this deity was actually of a very low rank.

"Then I shall not stand on ceremony," Nangong Wuji said as he walked over.

Huang Mengying also followed with curiosity; she was truly eager to know how this new god had killed the deity of Shijia Village.

She was also curious—how could a deity sit together with these common folk... at a feast?

She had seen many deities; some might not be very powerful, but they considered themselves noble and were unwilling to sit with mortals.

This deity was a bit too down-to-earth.

When Nangong Wuji and Huang Mengling arrived, villagers quickly brought them chairs and added several sets of bowls and chopsticks.

The villagers all looked at the old man and the woman with curiosity.

After all, they were important figures from the city.

"Are you the newly born deity, sir?" Huang Mengling couldn't help asking.

If she remembered correctly, the deity of Qingshui Village was a foxtail grass god, not human-shaped.

"Sort of," Qi Yuan said, focusing only on eating.

To be honest, in the Canglan Realm, he had already achieved fasting; no matter how good the food, it all tasted the same.

Or perhaps that was due to growing older.

But eating at the feast in Shijia Village, he had found the taste of childhood.

"Why did you suddenly kill the new god of Shijia Village, Venerable?" asked the robed old man Nangong Wuji.

Generally speaking, any deity could be called Venerable.

Nangong Wuji's address was like calling a deputy bureau chief 'Bureau Chief.'

Huang Mengying was also puzzled.

Nowadays, the few ancient gods left in Feihuang City hardly dared to provoke new gods.

Those who dared to strike at evil gods were few and far between.

"I just got here, and I was hungry. My territory is dirt poor.

What to do when hungry? I couldn't just steal food from others, right? What would be the difference from bandits?

So I came up with a plan.

When someone dies, isn't there a feast? A big meal to be had!

I killed their god, and now they're holding a feast.

You see, my idea was right." Qi Yuan said matter-of-factly, happily eating.

Nangong Wuji was taken aback upon hearing this.

Huang Mengying was completely at a loss too.

This reason sounded far too absurd.

Naturally, she did not believe it.

However, Huang Mengying still said, "Venerable, by killing the evil god of Shijia Village... you may have provoked the evil god of Kuangfeng Town."

Shijia Village belonged to Kuangfeng Town, and the two evil gods had a superior-subordinate relationship.

"If I've offended, then I've offended," Qi Yuan said, utterly unconcerned.

After several days of feasting, the hunger in his belly had slowly dissipated; it was time to continue eating feasts.

No, killing monsters.

"The deity of Kuangfeng Town has cultivation far surpassing that of this evil god of Shijia Village.

Master Nangong Wuji was wounded by that evil god." Huang Mengying spoke with a sorrowful expression.

Qi Yuan looked at the robed old man.

[Nangong Wuji, Divine Creature Level 82.]

"Not bad, you're qualified to play the suona for me.

My funeral band is still missing one person. Would you like to join me?" Qi Yuan looked at Nangong Wuji with anticipation.

Nangong Wuji's strength, by the standards of the Canglan Realm, could be considered late Zifu stage.

He hadn't expected that while eating a feast in a village, he would encounter a late Zifu stage cultivator coming to scrounge a meal.

The waters in this world run deep.

After all, he had run all over the Great Shang Kingdom and rarely even encountered a late Divine Infant stage.

Nangong Wuji, not quite understanding Qi Yuan's words, just smiled awkwardly and said, "Miss Huang speaks the truth. Venerable has killed the evil god, thoroughly offending the lineage of evil gods. Perhaps before long, the evil god's minions will find their way here."

"I am the daughter of the city lord of Feihuang City. Venerable, why not leave Qingshui Village and come to Feihuang City?

I will erect a temple for you and build a statue!" Huang Mengying was trying to recruit Qi Yuan, and also to save his life.

Any ancient god who dares to kill a new god will be besieged by new gods, and their fate is extremely miserable.

"No, don't mention it again. I won't leave Qingshui Village." Qi Yuan waved his hand.

His mission was to protect Qingshui Village; how could he leave?

Seeing Qi Yuan's reaction, Huang Mengying knew she could not persuade him and could only sigh softly.

She had already explained the gravity of the situation, but he wouldn't listen; there was nothing she could do.

She felt some regret—Feihuang City's strength was still too weak.

Otherwise, how could new gods be so unbridled?

"This is pig ear. Have some." Qi Yuan picked up a piece of pig ear for Nangong Wuji.

Nangong Wuji smiled and refused, "I don't eat meat."

Qi Yuan was taken aback: "Are you a monk? No, your hair is quite thick. Are you a vegetarian?"

Nangong Wuji didn't quite understand Qi Yuan's words, but said, "I am a follower of the Mother of No Food."

Seeing Qi Yuan's confusion, Huang Mengying explained, "The Mother of No Food is a powerful ancient deity.

The Mother of No Food believes that humans are purest at birth, but as they walk through the world, they become tainted.

The food they eat, the spiritual energy they cultivate, the air they breathe—all harm the body and pollute it.

Only by eating nothing, cutting off from heaven and earth, can one forge the true body of pure glass."

Qi Yuan heard this and didn’t know how to comment for a moment: “That No-Food Saintess seems to have a screw loose in her head.”

Nangong Wuji heard the judgment and wasn’t angry.

Because almost everyone looked down on his faith.

And he wasn’t truly without food.

At the feast, Huang Mengying ate quite a bit, while Nangong Wuji simply drank some water.

Finally, the feast ended, and Huang Mengying said, “If you ever encounter difficulties, Venerable, you may come to my Flying Wasteland City. The gates of Flying Wasteland City will always be open for you.”

“Mm,” Qi Yuan nodded, taking her words to heart.

Watching Huang Mengying and Nangong Wuji leave, Qi Yuan remained seated at the table.

He spoke: “Whose feast should we hold tomorrow?”

The burly man Wang Zhongshan quickly replied, “Divine One, Shi Gangqiang.”

“Mm, make it splendid,” Qi Yuan said with a wave of his hand.

At that, Wang Zhongshan’s face showed a troubled expression: “Our Shi Family Village’s pork… stock is running low.”

These past days, feasts were held daily, and several pigs from Shi Family Village had been slaughtered.

Hundreds of people feasted every day, and the meals were lavish.

There was still plenty of grain in stock, but the pigs were gone.

“No pigs left?” Qi Yuan’s face fell at this. “Which nearby village has many pigs?”

…

Gale Town.

A murmuring sound arose.

“Lord Lynx-Wolf, can we capture Nangong Wuji?” The man was dressed in fine silk and satin, looking quite affluent.

In the temple, the statue opened its eyes: “He is very strong; he escaped.

But I have gravely wounded him; he cannot fight against any strong opponent for three years.”

The affluent man’s face lit up with joy: “As expected of Lord Lynx-Wolf.”

“When will you be able to welcome that Venerable’s descent?” the evil god Lynx-Wolf asked.

The Venerable he spoke of was a new god, that is, a true god.

The affluent man looked troubled: “Right now, Flying Wasteland City is still under the city lord’s control.

We also don’t know if the ancient god Yuan is still alive. This matter requires careful deliberation.”

“You must hurry,” the evil god Lynx-Wolf said, his voice tinged with brutality.

The affluent man’s heart tightened, and he quickly said, “Rest assured, Lord, within three years, we will surely guide the new god forth.”

Lynx-Wolf’s gaze flickered: “Too slow, too slow.”

The affluent man dared not speak.

But inwardly, he grumbled.

If you think it’s too slow, why not storm into Flying Wasteland City yourself?

Is it because you don’t want to?

Of course, he wouldn’t say these words aloud.

Then, thinking of something, the affluent man said, “I recently received an order: a woman connected to the ancient gods has wandered into the area near Gale Town. I beg you, Lord, to capture her.”

“Ancient god? Which one?”

“I do not know, my lord. Perhaps… a true god.”

“A true god? I take note.

What is her name, and what does she look like?”

“Her name is… Qi Qi. Here is her portrait.”

…

On a dark mountain path, the young woman Qi Qi had a resolute look in her eyes.

Beside her, the maid Xiao Xue panted: “Miss, how much longer until we arrive?”

“According to the map, we’re almost there,” Qi Qi said with determination.

She came from a great family. In her childhood, an evil god descended, and all her kin perished.

Only she survived, carrying the clan’s token, and now she was heading to a remote village.

According to the clan token’s records, the statue in that remote village was crafted by her people.

Within the statue lay a treasure: the Yinborn Stone.

This treasure… could create a true god!

Now, the new gods clashed with the ancient gods.

The ancient gods were always at a disadvantage because new gods arose endlessly.

When an ancient god fell, it was a complete fall, with no new ancient god to replace them.

Ten thousand years ago, the world underwent a great change, and divine beings on this earth could no longer break through their limits on their own to enter the realm of true gods.

Thus, for every ancient god lost, it was a permanent loss.

Of course, scattered treasures still lay across the world, like the Yinborn Stone, which could help one ascend to true godhood.

But such treasures were far too few.

Hence, the number of new ancient gods was far less than those who fell.

Qi Qi had come to Greenwater Village this time to take the Yinborn Stone from the statue.

That way, she could create a new ancient god.

Perhaps she could even avenge her clan.

“Miss, is what that old woman we met on the road said true?” the maid asked, recalling something.

Some days ago, while traveling, they had encountered a mad, babbling crone.

That crone said Qi Qi was of noble birth and wanted Qi Qi to follow her.

Qi Qi naturally did not go with the mad crone.

She laughed bitterly: “My parents are dead. What use is noble birth?”

The maid Xiao Xue nodded at this; it made sense.

But then, thinking further, she continued, “Miss, if the guardian god of Greenwater Village is still alive, how do we get our hands on his statue?”

Generally, to take something from a statue, one needed the god’s consent.

After all, to a god, the statue was their second body.

“I have brought a treasure this time, capable of crafting a more precious divine statue.

When I create the statue, I will exchange it with that deity.

And I also have a token of faith, hehe.” Qi Qi’s eyes gleamed as she spoke.

Long ago, when the ancestors forged the divine statue, they made a pact with it.

But then, recalling something, Qi Qi’s gaze turned wistful: “I heard that Qingshui Village might be finished; perhaps we won’t see that deity.

That divine statue might also be empty, with no deity dwelling within.”

Now, evil gods have descended, and the old and new deities are locked in conflict.

The ancient gods have always been at a disadvantage.

Many villages have long become playgrounds for the evil gods.

All the people have lost their consciousness, becoming like puppets, knowing only to worship the evil gods, becoming part of them.

Take Shijia Village, for example—give that evil god another hundred years.

The villagers of Shijia Village will slowly turn into walking corpses, becoming a part of the evil god.

And the evil god’s own power will be greatly enhanced.

After about a few hours, Qi Qi and her maidservant Xiao Xue finally arrived at Qingshui Village.

Looking at the desolate village, Qi Qi’s eyes showed a pained expression.

In the original Fanxin Realm, everyone lived in peace and contentment.

But now... on one side, unbearable suffering; on the other, all turned into walking corpses.

“Granny, where are the villagers of Qingshui Village, and that deity?” Qi Qi saw an old woman and immediately went forward to ask.

The old woman looked at Qi Qi warily: “Who are you?”

“Granny, my name is Qi Qi, I come from Tianfu...”

“Tianfu?” The old woman looked at Qi Qi, confirmed her bloodline, and said with grief in her eyes, “You are also of the ancient clan’s blood?”

Ten years ago, the evil god descended, and the myriad people of Tianfu refused to worship the god.

The god grew angry and the city was destroyed; Tianfu turned to scorched earth, and all the people died in battle.

And the people of Tianfu, also of the ancient clan’s blood, refused to worship the new god.

For a woman of the same bloodline, the old woman would naturally trust her more.

“Mm.” Qi Qi nodded, her expression appearing neither sad nor joyful.

“Our village’s villagers, led by the deity, have gone to punish the evil god of Chenxi Village.

The evil god said there are many pigs in Chenxi Village, so after killing the evil god, we can have a feast.” This old woman was also forthright in nature, her mouth practically watering, with none of the earlier grief.

Qi Qi was taken aback.

What was all this?

She was also puzzled—how could the deity of Qingshui Village go to punish an evil god?

Could it be that this deity was somewhat powerful?

But the divine statue of Qingshui Village was all crafted by the Qi family; she knew best what level it was—how could it give birth to a powerful deity?

“Granny, where is Chenxi Village?” Qi Qi couldn’t help but ask.

“Follow that main road ahead, go straight for three li, see a pavilion, then turn right...”

“Thank you, Granny!” Qi Qi quickly led her maidservant Xiao Xue and hurried toward Chenxi Village.

On the way, Xiao Xue’s face showed a puzzled expression: “Miss, how is this deity of Qingshui Village so bold, daring to strike at an evil god!

Feihuang City... is almost entirely a fallen zone!”

Now the conflict between evil gods and ancient gods was fierce, with many battlefields opened.

Different battlefields had their own advantages and disadvantages.

Overall, the new gods were stronger.

And Feihuang City belonged to the fallen zone.

Most of the cities near Feihuang City had been occupied by the new gods.

In such an environment, the ancient gods were always at a disadvantage.

Therefore, many of these ancient gods chose not to resist or fight back.

Some even chose to become lackeys of the new gods.

That the deity of Qingshui Village dared to act against an evil god was unexpected.

“Perhaps the deity of Qingshui Village is also a venerable one with great righteousness, unwilling to see the evil god slaughter all beings!” Qi Qi had not yet met the deity of Qingshui Village, but she already admired him in her heart.

She felt that this was a great deity, willing to sacrifice the self for the sake of all living beings.

Such an ancient god might die more easily in the Fanxin Realm.

But it was absolutely worthy of admiration.

“Such a venerable one is most likely to attract the evil god’s killing, while those ancient gods who live in ignominy and defect to the new gods can live long—this world is too unfair!” The maidservant Xiao Xue couldn’t help but lament.

The two quickened their pace and headed toward Chenxi Village.

And then, suddenly, an urgent voice came.

“You, a dignified Divine Infant cultivator, can’t even catch a pig?!”

“Hurry up, catch these pigs quickly, or how can we have the feast!”

Qi Qi and Xiao Xue looked over and saw a large herd of pigs running wildly toward them.

These pigs were all plump and sturdy, and they even had cultivation, mostly at the Yuan Dan stage.

The pigs were fleeing in panic, raising clouds of dust.

Behind the hundreds of pigs, a handsome man with a sword on his back stood with his hands in his pockets, stepping on a fat domestic pig with his left foot, cursing loudly.

“If I didn’t have to catch them alive, I would have beheaded all these pigs with one sword.” As the handsome man spoke, he radiated a divine aura.

Qi Qi’s eyes widened: “Is he the deity of Qingshui Village?”

The maidservant Xiao Xue was also stunned.

Just now, they had imagined the majestic image of the Qingshui Village deity in their minds, and now they were told he was catching pigs?

“Hey, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help block the pigs, and I’ll reward you with a pig tail to eat!” Qi Yuan shouted from afar.

Shen Tu also dragged a pig with one hand, looking at Qi Qi as if asking for help.

Qi Qi had no choice but to take out a formation plate from her bosom.

The Nine Heavens Yin-Yang Trapping Dragon Formation!

As soon as this formation plate was deployed, the space around Qi Qi changed dramatically, and over a hundred golden-armored divine generals appeared, holding long spears, with solemn expressions, advancing forward.

“Trap!”

A hundred golden-armored divine generals roared, their long spears transforming into immortal cords that bound all the fleeing domestic pigs.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but clap: “Not bad, not bad—I’ll reward you with a pig’s head later.”

Qi Qi felt a bit awkward upon hearing this.

Such a powerful formation, and she had used it to trap pigs.

Just then, Village Chief Yulei and Priest Shenshu approached, casting an approving glance at Qi Qi.

“This young lady is quite something!”

“Impressive—hundreds of pigs, stopped at her word.”

Basking in their praise, Qi Qi’s toes curled together, almost digging out a villa.

“Heh, no big deal.” Qi Qi smiled, awkward yet polite.

She smiled as she watched the villagers hoist the pigs onto their shoulders, then walked toward the strikingly handsome man, striving to remain calm.

But when she saw the pig at his feet, still squealing, the corner of her mouth couldn’t help twitching.

“Are you the guardian deity of Qingshui Village? I am Qi Qi, from Tianfu.”

PS: Regarding updates—the schedule is indeed unstable, and it’s not out of laziness. This month, counting today’s post, I’ve written 310,000 characters, roughly 10,000 a day.

I’m truly sorry for the irregular updates, but with a daily output of 10,000 words, the workload is heavy, and as a slow writer, I can’t guarantee timing.

Mood, inspiration, and other factors all affect the updates.

If I were to pad the content and force updates, I could churn something out every day, but it would likely be garbage—unworthy of your subscriptions, and my conscience wouldn’t allow it.

Of course, my skill is limited; even careful writing isn’t much better than rushed nonsense.

Apologies. I’ll try my best to stockpile some drafts and stabilize the update schedule.

(End of this chapter)