Chapter 493: Bold Monster, I Can Tell at a Glance You Aren't Human!

Chapter 493: Bold Fiend, I Can Tell at a Glance You Are Not Human!

Divine sounds surged, carrying an inexplicable allure.

How could those kiln workers dare to truly rise?

The buzzing steel creations shattered their understanding; even an ordinary Weapon Master would hardly possess such might.

After all, being able to fly in the sky had already breached these people’s cognition.

Li Xiaodan watched this scene and prostrated himself in worship.

The woman dressed as a Taoist nun stood still, her peach-shaped eyes tinged with doubt. Finally, she looked at the man and said discontentedly, “Playing tricks to deceive people!”

She sensed no trace of divine aura.

How could this be called divine?

She concluded in her heart that he was a charlatan and swindler.

A charlatan with a bit of skill.

As her words fell, a gaze landed on the woman in Taoist nun attire.

He sat cross-legged in midair, silent.

Chen Kangbao stepped forward: “These are the celestial angels of the Heavenly God!”

Many drone-like flying objects rose as if endowed with intelligence.

The kiln workers knelt on the ground, most not daring to look directly at the god, save for a few bold ones who secretly glanced at the “angels.”

“What kind of trick is this?” The woman in Taoist nun attire clearly did not believe.

Without divinity, how could one be a god?

Deep confusion filled her heart.

“The means of the Heavenly God—how can mortals spy on them?” Chen Kangbao spoke, like a charlatan himself, clustering behind Qi Yuan.

The woman in Taoist nun attire stared at Chen Kangbao, a red light flashing in her eyes, as if trying to discern the true nature of Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao.

Unfortunately, insight was not her forte, nor did she possess such a tool; she could detect nothing unusual.

At this moment, Qi Yuan, carried by the drones transformed from mosquitoes and birds, played the part of a god, his thoughts swirling.

“Not perfect enough—I should add some entrance music, or a BGM.”

To increase the progress bar, he had to play the god well.

With Qi Yuan’s clever mind, the easiest way to play a god was to add special effects and supernatural phenomena to himself.

Colorful special effects, paired with various divine sounds, made it easy to fool the people of this world.

After all, the people here had combat power but no mystical abilities.

Moreover, this world was somewhat strange—the Dao did not work, and even the talismans they made were worthless paper.

So Qi Yuan prepared to play the god this way.

“The god’s heart is holy; the Heavenly God cannot bear to see the suffering of all beings, so He descends to the mortal realm, using His divine body to suppress the specters!”

“At Red Cloud Stockade, specters run rampant, and believers pray day and night!”

“Today, the god descends, and the mortal world is purified!”

Amid the buzzing of many drones, Chen Kangbao’s voice rang out with particular vigor.

Li Xiaodan knelt on the ground, his small face a mix of ecstasy and fear.

The other villagers were also filled with gratitude.

Lately, Red Cloud Stockade had been plagued by specters, with deaths occurring frequently, shrouded in gloom.

Now, with such a god suddenly appearing to save them, how could they not rejoice?

“Is the god here to save us?”

“O god, this humble one pays homage to the god!”

These kiln workers praised with their mouths, their attitudes devout.

But Qi Yuan, with his superpower, listened carefully and caught many chaotic thoughts from them.

“I wonder if making a wish to this god will work!”

“I want to marry three wives!”

“I want to freeload and enjoy the courtesan for free!”

“I hope my parents are healthy and my life goes smoothly?”

Were they treating him as a wish-granting machine?

Though playing a god meant fulfilling people’s wishes.

But now, Qi Yuan was playing the role of a god descending, needing only to fulfill the wishes of believers who had statues of the god.

As for the rest, he ignored them.

“I never expected that the superpower I gained when breaking through to the Zifu realm could be used in this world.”

When breaking through to Zifu, Qi Yuan’s superpower was that when he activated it, his words would randomly fall into some people’s ears.

Moreover, if he responded to sounds he heard, strange situations would arise.

For instance, in the Canglan Realm, Qi Yuan once heard the voice of a reclusive cultivator wanting a devoted and considerate partner.

Qi Yuan responded at that time.

Instantly, a fleshlight appeared beside that reclusive cultivator.

Wouldn’t this superpower be quite suitable for use in this world?

“You want to kill the specter of Red Cloud Stockade?” The woman in Taoist nun attire was somewhat surprised.

Though she did not know how he pretended to be a god, slaying the specter of Red Cloud Stockade was a major matter.

With the slightest misstep, he would perish and his Dao would vanish, even hastening the destruction of Red Cloud Stockade.

“The specter does evil; believers pray, so the Heavenly God specially descends in true form to execute the specter!” Chen Kangbao was Qi Yuan’s little mouthpiece.

After all, when playing a god, it was best to speak little.

Mystery and the unknown inspired awe.

Qi Yuan even considered whether to turn his back to the masses, facing the world with his silhouette.

But after thinking it over, he decided against it.

The woman in Taoist nun attire walked toward Qi Yuan, her gaze constantly sizing him up.

At that moment, Zhou Hu also arrived. He looked at Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao with a strange expression.

He had never seen Qi Yuan before, and with a layer of light on Qi Yuan’s face making him indistinct, he did not connect this man with the live-in son-in-law Qi Yuan.

“I don’t know what you’re doing this for, but… the specter at Red Cloud Stockade is not so easy to deal with,” the woman in Taoist nun attire said gravely. “It has already touched the realm of the soul; only a Profound-level Weapon Master can contend with it.”

If a Mortal-level Weapon Master is still within the scope of ordinary humans, then a Yellow-level one counts as transcendent.

As for the higher Xuan level, it touched upon the realm of the soul.

The soul was tempered, indestructible, and specters shunned it.

The specter of Red Cloud Stronghold, though Huang level, had touched the soul realm; no matter how many ordinary Imperial Soldier Masters came, they could not withstand its soul attack.

“Your gaze is clear, without a sharp divine aura; you should not be a Xuan-level Imperial Soldier Master.

Moreover, you have no artifact—what will you use to fight the specter?”

The woman dressed as a Taoist nun said in a deep voice.

A Xuan-level Imperial Soldier Master had vital energy and spirit so strong it leaked outward, with full temples and divine light swirling in the eyes.

This was easy to judge.

Most importantly, she had not detected any artifact on Qi Yuan.

As an artifact master, if Qi Yuan had hidden an artifact on him, it could not escape her eyes.

Divine artifacts were an exception, as were some special celestial artifacts.

Thus, she deduced that he was a Huang-level Imperial Soldier Master, wielding some peculiar and uncanny methods.

Such people were rare.

After all, having dealt with specters so often, there would always be geniuses who studied some of the specters’ abilities and put them to use.

But they could not be replicated.

Beside her, Zhou Hu quickly added, “To slay a specter, we must plan carefully!”

He was grateful for Qi Yuan’s arrival.

He did not want Qi Yuan and the Taoist nun to clash.

The two should join forces, investigate the specter’s past, and find its weakness.

At that moment, he also stated his views to Qi Yuan.

“Dealing with a mere specter is this complicated—where is the god’s class?

A god should be like me, with style!”

As soon as Qi Yuan spoke, he lost class, and his words were somewhat contradictory.

The Taoist nun rolled her eyes at Qi Yuan in speechless exasperation.

Gods indeed had class.

But which god would tell others that they should have class?

Unless that god was mad.

Zhou Hu also fell silent, unsure how to respond.

“Though the Heavenly God has no artifact, he has a divine spear!”

Chen Kangbao then stepped in again as Qi Yuan’s mouthpiece.

He gathered his breath in his dantian and bellowed, “Specter of Red Cloud Stronghold, come out quickly and die!”

The shout resounded through the clouds.

Zhou Hu’s face showed panic and terror.

“How dare you!” The Taoist nun’s face changed drastically.

If this lured the specter out, how would they deal with it?

And even if they wouldn’t listen, why so fast?

Was this not seeking death?

As her words fell, the air within Red Cloud Stronghold, still shrouded by dark clouds, seemed to give birth to a gorgeous red mist.

The faint red mist was ambiguous and ghostly.

Weeping sounds, as if sobbing and complaining, mingled with gasps, then suddenly, agonized screams, hysterical, as if a female ghost from hell was shrieking, pain mixed with ecstasy.

From the ancient well, black hair like a waterfall slowly emerged, dripping wet.

A seductive, flushed face appeared, eyes full of lustful desire—a look like that of a wavy-haired nightclub queen, wearing hot pants and a crop top, twisting her slender waist on the dance floor.

Her clothes were tattered, as if torn by whips; through the gaps, one could see her tender body covered in whip scars.

Especially on her bare back—dense, bloody, both cruel and alluring.

The Taoist nun felt a prickling on her back, sensing immense threat.

At that moment, the thought of fleeing arose in her.

At the same time, she had some guesses about the specter’s origin.

It must have been some special group, during revelry, accidentally killing her with too heavy a hand, then tossing her into the ancient well.

Her mind raced wildly, seeking a way to counter it.

And then, Chen Kangbao’s eyes lit up: “Young master, bless me quickly! This old servant wants to hold this specter tightly from behind!”

His face was full of anticipation, eyes gleaming—a look that reminded Qi Yuan of a certain uncle-type character from a Korean variety show. “Young master, don’t worry about this old servant!”

“I will shed blood and sweat for you, without hesitation!”

Chen Kangbao repeated himself.

His wolfish ambition was plain to see.

This left Qi Yuan quite speechless.

Come on, you’re now a god’s strategist—must you be so base?

What blood and sweat? Do you think I don’t know what you want to shed?

He ignored Chen Kangbao, his gaze falling on the female specter with tattered clothes and whip scars all over.

“Bold fiend! I can tell at a glance you are not human!”

“Take my spear!”

He loosened the spear at his waist, gripped it, stepped onto the “drone,” and charged at the specter.

With this thrust, he held nothing back—utterly domineering.

“Be careful, she can attack the soul!” The Taoist nun quickly warned, her face full of dread.

Specters capable of soul attacks were especially hard to deal with.

Even a mortal-level specter could easily trip up a Huang-level Imperial Soldier Master.

Giggling laughter rang out, and the world spun in a dizzying chaos.

The soul attack was unleashed at that moment.

This specter’s soul attack could plunge people into a dream.

In the dream, countless female specters would appear, ceaselessly demanding, draining one’s vitality.

Only a Xuan-level Imperial Soldier Master could withstand it.

"It's launching a soul attack—no good, we must leave!" The woman dressed as a Taoist nun was decisive.

She had come out for training, not to die!

When it's time to run, run!

Zhou Hu hesitated, his face shifting through colors.

"No, how did he block the soul attack?"

"Impossible, why is the soul attack ineffective against him?"

The Taoist nun was stunned.

Zhou Hu's face lit up with joy: "Doesn't that mean we have a chance!"

He itched to step forward and help.

"Him being immune doesn't mean you are. If you and I go, we'll just be throwing our lives away. For now, we can only hope he's strong enough!"

The Taoist nun spoke calmly.

At the same time, she furrowed her brow, as if pondering something.

"This female specter—it looks like the work of a cult!"

Her body was covered in whip scars, her face a mix of pain and craving for pleasure.

This reminded the Taoist nun of a cult: Blood of Thorns!

This cult had betrayed humanity and allied with specters.

They had even researched how to turn humans into specters.

One could say they were traitors to mankind, steeped in evil.

Before she could think further, Qi Yuan clashed with the seductive female specter.

Boom!

A burst of crackling sounds erupted.

A cold gleam flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes, but his voice came out as: "Is that all?"

This specter was the strongest Qi Yuan had encountered in this game so far.

Still, it was within his limits.

If one spear thrust couldn't kill it, two would do, right?

The female specter couldn't speak, but her eyes held confusion and bewilderment.

Her signature soul attack had been utterly ineffective.

Her opponent's combat power was astonishing—at this rate, she would be finished.

"Wuwuwu..." The female specter couldn't talk, but she could cry.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was taken aback: "This specter is so useless, I actually made her cry with my spear!"

In the distance, Chen Kangbao saw this and suddenly shouted: "Oh no, she's calling for backup!"

The Taoist nun was also startled.

The joy that had just appeared on Zhou Hu's face vanished.

From the ancient well, the sound of splashing water arose, as if many water ghosts were struggling to climb out.

Qi Yuan's expression shifted slightly: "You didn't call out all those naked men from your orgy, did you?"

To be honest, Qi Yuan felt like retreating—seeing a bunch of naked men would be an eyesore.

On the other side, the Taoist nun's face was filled with terror: "Run! This is a specter-breeding ground of Blood of Thorns!"

Her suspicions were true!

This female specter was indeed the work of Blood of Thorns.

And Blood of Thorns wouldn't create just one specter.

That meant there were more specters like this one—at least ten in the breeding ground, or even more.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, one by one, pale-faced, long-haired women crawled out of the ancient well.

They were drenched, their pallid bodies covered in whip scars, their eyes both seductive and fervent.

These specters piled together in an orderly fashion, numbering... eighty-seven!

The nearby villagers turned ashen with despair.

Li Xiaodan felt like vomiting.

They had drunk from this well for years, and all along it had been filled with the corpses of these female specters!

"We're doomed, we're doomed!" Zhou Hu's face was hopeless.

So many specters, and all so peculiar.

This wasn't just the end of Red Cloud Stockade—this was the end of Ninghe County!

Could this god... do it?

Meanwhile, Chen Kangbao's body trembled like a sieve.

Qi Yuan, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief.

Heaven had truly given him a great gift.

So many white moonlights.

"Are you afraid?"

Qi Yuan spoke, addressing Chen Kangbao.

Chen Kangbao swallowed hard: "Young master, quickly bless me—I feel an endless ox-strength in my arms. I want to help the young master... carry ten!"

Qi Yuan was speechless again.

It wasn't ox-strength in his arms, but ox-strength in his balls!

Still, he was playing the role of Divine Presence—this was his stage.

"Not bad, my white moonlights have all gathered together!"

"Good thing you can't talk—no need to worry about an arena of slaughter!"

"Today, I'll show you all... what it means to be a god!"

Facing eighty-seven specters, he advanced instead of retreating.

The terrified villagers trembled, their only hope now this god.

Could this god really do it?

But in the next moment, they witnessed a sight they would never forget!

With you I share the same robe!

Suddenly, the space seemed to be stained with blood.

As if a deity had unleashed a terrifying divine power, amidst a burst of blood, a blood-colored armor descended from above, covering the body.

The scales were tightly connected, arranged in a staggered pattern, gleaming with blood and vivid red. The patterns in between were eerie and intricate, carved with images of various powerful beings.

The blood-colored long spear was also covered in blood, exuding sharpness and gore, representing slaughter.

The barbed blood crystals on the shoulders were seductive and dangerous.

Only a pair of cold eyes remained exposed; this blood-colored armor had elevated that deity to three meters tall, like an invincible god sweeping all before him!

Clad in blood armor, wielding a blood spear!

"Now a god descends, all spirits retreat!"

"Now a god descends, the mortal world is pure!"

"Kill!"

The long spear was like a swimming dragon, dominating all it faced.

A powerful slaughter unfolded at this moment.

Terrifying soul attacks struck continuously; even a Xuan-level Weapon Master facing so many soul attacks would surely die.

Even an Earth-level Weapon Master would be cautious and wary!

But the figure in blood-colored armor was unstoppable!

These soul attacks were utterly useless.

And his long spear truly did the deed—one thrust, one female spirit slain.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Slaughter them until heaven and earth are overturned, rivers of blood flow!"

At Red Cloud Stockade, over eighty female spirits besieged that terrifying figure.

That blood-colored armor was like a deity—no, He was a deity, possessing perfect combat skills, a perfect strong physique, perfect lines and curves.

How could those female spirits be his match? They could only be slaughtered at his will.

"How can he be so strong?" Zhou Hu's face was shocked, unable to comprehend.

"A god!" Some brothel dwellers knelt, kowtowing repeatedly.

If this was not a god, then who was?

The powerful female spirits, beneath that terrifying deity, were as fragile as paper.

"Such combat arts..." The woman dressed as a Taoist nun saw more.

This combat technique was supremely perfect, utterly unlike that of a mortal.

And his power was clearly still at the Yellow level, even early Yellow level.

Yet... he forcibly suppressed eighty-seven female spirits.

"This... what exactly is the blood armor?" Her heart was full of question marks about the armor that had suddenly appeared on Qi Yuan.

"He is a god, having divine armor... that's only natural, right?" Zhou Hu said tremblingly.

The slaughter lasted a full quarter of an hour.

At last, only one female spirit remained.

That majestic deity, holding the blood-colored long spear, wore a cold expression.

He looked at the trembling, pale-faced female spirit.

"In your next life, still be my white moonlight!"

One thrust of the spear, like a tiger or dragon!

The female spirit fell!

Here, only the deity's thought-provoking words remained.

"Remember, bring all your sisters along next time!"

(End of chapter)