Chapter 492: I Am God!

Chapter 492: I Am God!

“This spear?”

Chen Kangbao looked at the thick, long spear, his goatee trembling.

The cold spear tip was chilling, the shaft covered in special patterns.

Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the cold spear, and faintly, a biting chill seemed to emanate.

Qi Yuan held the spear, his expression calm: “Pity, this spear can’t be fired. Only a gun that fires is truly powerful!”

Qi Yuan sighed.

He could turn Zhi Shuang into a sniper rifle, a Barrett or something.

But, no bullets!

If he pulled the trigger on Zhi Shuang, could she spit out bullets?

At best, it would be a water gun, far too weak.

A spear was more suitable.

“How is Hongyun Village?” Qi Yuan asked.

“Young master, let’s talk as we walk.”

“Alright.”

Bang!

Qi Yuan was abruptly stopped by the door.

The spear, held horizontally, hit the wall and couldn’t get out.

Seeing this, Chen Kangbao quickly said, “Young master, why not hold it vertically? The door is narrow but tall.”

“No need, I’ll wrap the spear around my waist.”

Chen Kangbao: “???”

Of course, after wrapping it around his waist, Qi Yuan’s belly looked huge, but before leaving, he used his myriad transformations to conceal it.

Otherwise, it would cause a commotion when he went out.

He was always low-key.

However, a spear too large could not be hidden.

Just as a vulgar bust inevitably draws eyes, as soon as Qi Yuan stepped out, many martial artists’ gazes fell on him.

“What... is that wrapped around him?”

“Strange.”

“Could it be a treasure?”

Downstairs in the inn, many diners murmured.

Seeing this, Chen Kangbao puffed out his chest and said, “My young master has his spear wrapped around his waist!”

“A spear?” A middle-aged female martial artist covered her mouth in disbelief, her ears red, stealing glances at Qi Yuan with sparkling eyes.

“So big, mm!”

Under the crowd’s astonished gazes, Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao walked out of the inn.

“Recently, people have been dying one after another in Hongyun Village, suspected to be related to specters,” Chen Kangbao told Qi Yuan the news he had gathered.

“White Moonlight?” Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up.

Although, back in the celestial realm, these specters didn’t meet the White Moonlight criteria.

But this was a game world, so Qi Yuan wasn’t so picky.

“Yes, White Moonlight!” Chen Kangbao nodded. “I secretly bribed a yamen runner and looked into the files on Hongyun Village.

I found... those victims all died at midnight, and they shared one thing in common: before death, their neighbors heard... continuous sounds of water.”

“Get to the point,” Qi Yuan said.

He was always an equal-opportunity observer, never caring about a White Moonlight’s background or education.

Some shut-ins might even restrict a White Moonlight’s gender, but Qi Yuan wasn’t picky; male or female, both were fine.

Even if she had a gambling-addicted father, a cancer-stricken mother, and a thug brother, as long as she was Qi Yuan’s White Moonlight, he would not hesitate to send them to paradise.

“...Strength unknown,” Chen Kangbao said nervously.

“Eat two fewer buns tonight!” Qi Yuan was angry.

This strategist was very unqualified.

All he knew was eating all day, doing no real work.

“Young master, how about just one?”

“No!”

Chen Kangbao’s face fell.

Eating one fewer bun at night—wouldn’t that... starve him to death?

“Young master, can specters be eaten?” Chen Kangbao asked in confusion.

He needed to find a way to add to his meals.

“Everything that exists in this world can be eaten—it’s just a matter of whether it can kill you or not,” Qi Yuan offered his “profound insight.”

“I see,” Chen Kangbao said with some worry. “How can one eat them without dying?”

“Deep-fry?” Qi Yuan speculated. “Fry them in the sun?”

Such high temperatures would kill any poison, right?

Of course, he was just thinking out loud.

As he thought, a sudden idea struck Qi Yuan.

The sun was there, meaning a great fire was available.

A kitchen knife was there, meaning cooking utensils were available.

A White Moonlight specter was there, meaning the ingredient was available.

Could he go into the catering business?

After all, isn’t the first step for a novice entrepreneur always catering?

...

In Hongyun Village.

A woman dressed as a Taoist nun had an icy expression, a red light swirling in her eyes.

She stood on a high place, gazing at Hongyun Village.

Silver firs stood tall, scattered among the houses, wisps of cooking smoke rose, and the entire sky was gray and hazy.

But in the eyes of the woman dressed as a Taoist nun, the distant Red Cloud Stockade was densely packed with thousands of black specks.

These black specks varied in size.

The smallest were no bigger than mosquitoes.

The largest were the size of eggs.

“They’re growing larger; when they reach the size of a fist, the spirit will claim that person’s life!”

Her gaze shifted to an ancient well, her eyes complex: “Troublesome.”

She could vaguely sense the presence of that spirit.

Just sensing it sent chills down her spine, as if countless eyes were watching her.

“Senior, how is it?” Zhou Hu asked hurriedly as the woman in Taoist garb withdrew her technique.

The woman did not answer immediately but instead asked, “How is the investigation going?”

Against spirits, the Weapon Masters of this world had long summarized some experience and developed complete methods.

Spirits rarely appeared out of nowhere; they were often tied to old events.

For instance, it might be a child who died tragically, or an ant colony wiped out entirely.

Contaminated by some unknown force, they became spirits.

Spirits were extremely powerful and often killed mindlessly.

The best way to deal with a spirit was to uncover its original story and then devise a counter-strategy.

For example, a mouse that screamed “Mom, I’m not coming home tonight!” died horribly and became a spirit.

If you discovered its true form was a mouse, carrying a cat—preferably a feral one—might be of great use.

Contamination turned these dead things into spirits, but they still retained some instincts that could not be changed.

Those instincts were their weaknesses.

Thus, to deal with a spirit, one must first uncover its background and setting.

“It’s a long story. I’ve investigated—over the past few hundred years, this well should have three cases…”

Zhou Hu rambled on, and the woman in Taoist garb listened with furrowed brows.

“Hmm?” Suddenly, the woman paused.

“Senior, what’s wrong?” Zhou Hu asked.

“Two strange people have entered Red Cloud Stockade.”

“Friend or foe, or just passing through?” Zhou Hu asked quickly.

If the senior said they were strange, they must be capable people.

The woman shook her head: “I’ll go see them.”

Any moderately skilled Weapon Master would likely have noticed the anomaly of Red Cloud Stockade.

Thick black fog shrouded it, turning it into a land of death; those Weapon Masters would not enter.

Even if they survived, they would easily be tainted by evil.

Weapon Masters slaughtered spirits to vanquish demons and uphold the Way.

But… killing spirits was not always better.

No matter how good the protective measures, constant slaughter of spirits would corrupt the killer.

In this world, many powerful spirits were themselves former Weapon Masters.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan stepped onto the muddy path, his gaze falling on a crude hut.

In his perception, there were two people inside: a youth and a girl of about six or seven.

The youth was thin and dark-skinned, and so was the girl.

A knock sounded at that moment.

Li Xiaodan in the hut shuddered, his voice weak: “Who is it?”

He dragged his heavy body to the door, hand on the bolt, peering through the crack at the person outside.

It was a fresh and handsome man, with a dragon-like bearing and phoenix-like grace—clearly no ordinary person.

“I’ve come to settle a karmic debt,” Qi Yuan said calmly.

Li Xiaodan was bewildered and did not understand.

“The divine statue in your house… could you tell me its origin? Don’t worry, I’m a good person,” Qi Yuan said with a gentle smile.

Li Xiaodan was wary but still answered truthfully: “It’s called Shen Lin, a god from the Raksha Kingdom…”

Li Xiaodan told Qi Yuan everything he had learned from the woman in Taoist garb.

He held nothing back.

After all, this man before him was clearly extraordinary and not to be offended.

Wasn’t it the same on Blue Star?

A man on the road asked a young woman riding an electric scooter for her socks, and she had no choice but to take off both socks and give them to him.

Li Xiaodan’s feelings now were the same as that woman’s.

“A divine artifact?” Qi Yuan’s expression was calm.

So, the role he was playing, Shen Lin, was actually a divine artifact.

And not just any ordinary divine artifact.

“Since it’s a divine artifact, shouldn’t I pretend to be a god?” Qi Yuan mused.

He was only at the Purple Mansion stage—how could he be considered a god?

Playing a god would be difficult.

But since this was ancient times, should he whip up some gunpowder and pretend to be a god?

He looked at Li Xiaodan, his expression indifferent: “Kid, do you recognize me?”

Li Xiaodan frowned, racked his brains, and finally shook his head nervously.

“Then do you see me as a man or a god?”

Qi Yuan stared at Li Xiaodan, afraid he might blurt out some English.

“Can you speak English?”

He was not a clever weasel, hadn’t kept up with the times, and couldn’t speak English.

Li Xiaodan felt baffled, thinking he had encountered a madman.

But he dared not retreat, for a madman could do anything.

“Like… a god?” he ventured, not daring to defy Qi Yuan.

In that instant, Qi Yuan felt the progress bar for playing Shen Lin inch forward a notch.

You must understand, at first, the progress bars for Cleaver and the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan kept advancing, only that of Divine Descent remained at zero—now, finally, there was progress.

Playing the role of a cleaver could enhance his physical strength and increase sharpness; the rewards for playing Divine Descent were beyond imagination.

“As a god, one must heed the myriad heavens.

Your wish, I have already known,” Qi Yuan said calmly.

He had originally meant to say “As a godly one,” but felt that “one” did not match the god’s aura, so he changed it to “god.”

Now, the aura about him was deep and vast, as if a trace of divinity flowed.

If a Great Principle powerhouse appeared, they would notice Qi Yuan’s extraordinariness.

But Li Xiaodan blinked, unable to see it.

He only wanted this madman to leave quickly.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan could not help but sigh softly: “This is not your fault; it is merely that the world’s eyes are poor.”

Qi Yuan could tell that the other did not trust him.

But he did not blame him.

“Let’s go.” He waved his sleeve and left with Chen Kangbao.

“Young master, mortals are ignorant; they do not recognize the true god!” Chen Kangbao followed closely, quickly saying.

“I know, because they cannot see my divine generals, my angels!” Qi Yuan shook his head.

Ordinarily, Qi Yuan would not care about such things.

But now he had to play the role of a god; without these things, others’ belief in him was very low.

“Divine generals? Angels?” Chen Kangbao’s lips trembled, opening and closing, as if he thought of something terrifying.

“Pity, I do not have a dual-crossing door, cannot buy DJI drones to pretend as my angels. It seems I must rely on myself, to be self-sufficient.”

Qi Yuan said calmly.

Buy some DJI drones to fly around him.

In ancient times, would that not be his angels?

“Young master intends to?”

Chen Kangbao was very expectant.

“Mm, let’s go, to a place with many mosquitoes!” Qi Yuan had already made up his mind.

Having him climb the tech tree to build drones was far too difficult; it was better to be lazy.

When he was not diligent, he loved to be lazy; when lying in bed, he was lazy, and Ning Tao had been so angry she almost broke his waist.

About half an hour passed, and a woman dressed as a Daoist nun appeared.

“What did those two want with you?”

She asked Li Xiaodan.

Li Xiaodan frowned, not daring to offend anyone.

“That man just now seemed to have a problem with his head; he asked me about the statue.”

“The statue?” The Daoist-nun-dressed woman was somewhat surprised.

The statue of Divine Descent, even if it had lost its divinity, could still attract the attention of a Weapon Master.

“He finally asked me if he was a man or a god!”

“He also said he would fulfill my wish; he is truly very ill.”

Li Xiaodan’s face was pale, still shaken.

After all, being cornered at his doorstep by two lunatics, he was very afraid.

Especially since his broken house and door could be kicked open with one foot, giving him no sense of security.

Hearing this answer, the Daoist-nun-dressed woman also found it somewhat inexplicable.

After all, which proper Weapon Master would act like this?

She furrowed her brows, pondering something.

Then, Li Xiaodan thought of something and whispered, “Senior, yesterday… the statue seemed to have manifested.”

The Daoist-nun-dressed woman raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged: “The god is dead; it cannot manifest. It is your illusion.”

“But I… clearly heard the god say a word!”

“The god spoke?” The Daoist-nun-dressed woman scrutinized Li Xiaodan, as if to see if he was lying, and said solemnly, “What did it say?”

“The god said… It is not a god!” Li Xiaodan said.

The Daoist-nun-dressed woman frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Li Xiaodan’s words did not seem false.

Could it be an illusion, or some accident?

The god was dead; that was an indisputable fact.

Yet at that moment, suddenly, Li Xiaodan’s eyes widened as he stared into the distance.

“What is that?”

From afar came a buzzing sound, overwhelming and sky-covering.

The Daoist-nun-dressed woman also quickly turned her head to look.

In the distance, a man with handsome features and a sacred expression was sitting cross-legged in the air.

The Daoist-nun-dressed woman’s eyes changed sharply.

Riding clouds and mist—that was a skill only Earth-level Weapon Masters possessed!

No!

Immediately, she vehemently rejected her own statement.

Because she saw, beneath that man, many strange, bird-like special constructs.

These constructs, seeming like steel, numbered in the hundreds, dragging the handsome man through the air.

Such mysterious constructs were extremely numerous, flying densely like a flock of birds.

The Daoist-nun-dressed woman racked her brain but could not figure out what they were.

“What is this?”

“What are those flying in the sky?”

“Heavens, what am I seeing!” Some kiln workers knelt on the ground.

They had lived their entire lives in Ninghe County; how could they have ever seen such a spectacle?

A vast and majestic voice resounded through Red Cloud Stockade at that moment.

“I am the god, come to cleanse the demons!”

"There is no need for any of you to kneel!"

(End of this chapter)