Chapter 494: I'm Lacking a Mount

Chapter 494: I Lack a Mount

Eighty-seven female spectral beings fell.

The figure in blood-colored armor sat cross-legged in midair, his expression cold.

He held a long spear, as if a celestial god descending to the mortal world.

The terrifying and eerie specters had no power to resist in his hands.

The villagers and kiln workers who saw this scene all knelt on the ground, crying out "Heavenly God!"

"Heavenly God!"

"This is definitely a god!"

The woman dressed as a Taoist nun stood stunned, also shaken by the sight before her.

What kind of perfect technique was this?

A full eighty-seven specters, each at the Yellow-rank high level.

Their soul attacks, combined, would make even an Earth-rank Weapon Master on the Earth List act cautiously.

Even a minor overlord, a Profound-rank Weapon Master, facing so many soul attacks, would have no way out but death.

Yet, against so many soul attacks, that blood-colored armor was actually immune.

Could he truly be a heavenly god?

Moreover, his perfect combat technique had not a single flaw, flowing like clouds and water.

Clearly his strength and speed were inferior to the specters, yet he alone fought eighty-seven of them, treating them as if they were nothing.

This skill was far too perfect.

The Taoist nun had once seen a Heaven-rank Weapon Master, but even he had not possessed such technique.

An Earth-rank Weapon Master could fight three thousand armored elite soldiers, relying on a robust physique and sharp earthly weapons.

But as for this blood-armored man before her, the Taoist nun even felt that with just this perfect combat technique, he alone could slaughter three thousand armored elites and retreat unscathed.

"Who exactly are you?" the Taoist nun's gums trembled, her teeth clicking as she spoke, producing a faint grating sound.

"I am... Divine Descent!"

In the air, a cold and majestic voice rang out, like the voice of a heavenly god.

"Divine Descent?" The Taoist nun was taken aback.

She looked at Qi Yuan, somewhat bewildered.

Divine Descent... was it the Divine Descent she knew?

Divine Descent... wasn't it a divine artifact, also known as a divine weapon?

Chen Kangbao's expression was fervent as he gazed at the blood-armored figure.

He shouted in unison!

"Divine Descent, Divine Descent, revered by all realms.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden attends at his side,

The Five Direction Thunder Gods obey his commands.

The Six Ding and Six Jia protect his body,

The Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces lay down divine arrays.

...

His eyes shoot golden light, breaking evil and manifesting righteousness,

His hand holds radiance, dispelling the dark night.

...

Where Divine Descent arrives, light endures forever,

All things in the world bathe in divine grace."

The kneeling kiln workers on the scene, seeing this, quickly shouted in unison.

"When the world has no light, behold Divine Descent!"

"When the world has no light, behold Divine Descent!"

The sound was like a heat wave, overwhelming mountains and seas, fervent and devout.

Even the Taoist nun was almost infected, as if she would join in.

When she emerged from this special atmosphere, she suddenly realized that the "Heavenly God" had vanished.

Several li away.

With a "bang" sound.

A figure fell from the air.

Qi Yuan's face was pale, his expression somewhat comical.

Where was his former imposing manner?

"Good thing I ran fast; this Mosquito-brand drone is of terrible quality!"

If he kept blathering with those people, he would have made a fool of himself.

In the battle with those specters, Qi Yuan was not injured, but his energy and spirit were greatly drained.

In particular, the Mosquito-brand drone had suffered too much damage and could no longer support him in the air.

If he continued, he would have to perform a "god falling to the ground" in front of everyone.

"Young master, how was my recitation of that slogan just now?" Chen Kangbao said smugly beside him, as if seeking credit.

"Not bad. From now on, you'll be my strategist, plus a little loudspeaker!" Qi Yuan praised.

What Chen Kangbao had just chanted was naturally the slogan Qi Yuan had patched together.

The bad news was that it was stitched; the good news was that it was all stitched.

For Qi Yuan, to play the role of Divine Descent, it was not enough to show off in front of others; he also needed a catchy slogan.

First, for the style; second, for easier dissemination.

"The only drawback is this drone's terrible quality. Next time, I'll get some good ones."

Currently, Qi Yuan could not fly.

As a god, not even being able to fly—that would be too low-class.

So, a drone was necessary.

Heavenly thunder... and such were also under consideration and thought.

"But this performance was still not perfect. If only I had a projector.

In this world, I can't display a dharma body, so projecting one would definitely be full of style."

Qi Yuan was reviewing his performance.

Qi Yuan always liked to review.

After arguing with someone, he would also review his performance in the argument.

After finishing the review, he began to organize his gains.

"Eighty-seven Yellow-rank ghostly spirits, I finally reached level 57, a jump of over twenty levels!"

Level fifty-seven, by Qi Yuan's calculation, in this world, counted as a high-level Yellow-rank Weapon Master.

Just one step away from becoming a Profound-rank Weapon Master.

A Profound-rank Weapon Master, in some large counties, could serve as a county marshal, in charge of the county's defense.

"The improvement in strength is still a small matter... the most important thing is the role-playing degree of Divine Descent..."

It had abruptly risen to 12%.

The reward for playing the role of Divine Descent appeared.

[As I, Divine Descent, can manifest an incarnation, summoned by believers, to purify the boundless.]

A flood of information surged into Qi Yuan's mind at that moment.

"As I, Divine Descent" was a skill, or rather something akin to a divine power.

When a believer knelt in devotion or prayed, Qi Yuan would sense it and could descend as an incarnation to display a miracle.

This incarnation possessed a portion of the divine artifact Divine Descent's power.

Of course, it was not without limits; the farther the distance, the weaker the power.

The only flaw was that he could only descend when summoned by others.

This skill was too passive.

"Old man, are you my believer?" Qi Yuan looked at Chen Kangbao.

"Yes!" Chen Kangbao nodded vigorously.

"I am actually Divine Descent, summon me quickly!" Qi Yuan wanted to conduct an experiment.

The old man Chen Kangbao closed his eyes, a devout expression on his face: "O God, open your eyes and look upon me, pale and gaunt!"

The voice sounded in his ears, and also in his heart.

Qi Yuan had three choices.

One, As I, Divine Descent, respond to the call.

Two, activate his superpower and converse with it.

Three, ignore it, or block it.

"Alright, as long as I can summon myself, it's fine."

Qi Yuan did not choose one.

He was too weak right now and too lazy to respond.

So he chose two.

"Since that's the case, I will grant your wish."

After the Purple Mansion, the superpower Qi Yuan had obtained was to converse with the "heard" voice, which would lead to unexpected events.

As it happened, this skill was particularly suited for the identity of Divine Descent.

Sure enough, Chen Kangbao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw on the ground before him, a fragrance wafting.

"This... this is a miracle!"

His prayer had been that he was hungry and needed food. As a result, God truly responded and gave him food.

The outer packaging of the food was a bit strange.

It was in a cylindrical box; Chen Kangbao couldn't recognize the material, it looked somewhat like paper.

He lifted the paper lid and immediately saw steaming hot food.

"Is this... noodles?" A look of anticipation appeared on his face.

"Instant noodles," Qi Yuan replied.

Indeed, what appeared before Chen Kangbao was none other than instant noodles from Blue Star.

"No, it's instant noodles without the seasoning packet!" Qi Yuan was a bit speechless.

Without the seasoning packet, could these instant noodles even be eaten?

...

Pain, aching all over!

As if every inch of skin had been ravaged.

Zhi Shuang slowly awoke, a look of deep exhaustion on her face.

Her jet-black hair was pinned with a dark wooden hairpin, her brows furrowed with an unmelting frost. Her long jade-like legs were pressed together like pillars of ice.

Ice, frozen cold.

She gave off a feeling like ice that had not thawed for ten thousand years.

She thought of something, a terrified expression on her face, and her hands began to check, reaching into her clothes.

Because this aching sensation made her realize a terrifying event had occurred.

After a few breaths, she gritted her teeth, her eyes full of frost.

She was still a virgin.

Could it be... the young master was impotent?

He had tormented her for half the day, but only used his hands.

Yet her clothes showed no signs of being undone.

She looked up and immediately saw on the carriage, the familiar figure sleeping soundly.

She stared at Qi Yuan's face, complex emotions surging in her eyes.

"You... what did you do to me?" Zhi Shuang couldn't help but ask coldly.

"Huh? Did the air conditioning turn on? Why is it so cold?" Qi Yuan woke up, stretched lazily, his gaze falling on Zhi Shuang, "Didn't do anything, you were just too noisy, so I knocked you out, then turned you into a spear and wrapped you around my waist."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhi Shuang was stunned.

She was a high-level Yellow-rank Weapon Master; how could the young master, a man without even the strength to truss a chicken, knock her out?

And turning into a spear wrapped around the waist—that was even more absurd.

Could it be... that his soul had been taken by a ghostly spirit, driving him mad?

She was also puzzled—how had she fainted?

Just then, a smug voice came from outside the carriage.

"Young Master, I have done as you commanded. The matter of Red Cloud Fort has been turned into a storybook..."

After returning from Red Cloud Fort, Qi Yuan pondered how to play the role of the Divine Presence.

To increase progress, he first needed to boost the Divine Presence's renown.

Thus, he took the events at Red Cloud Fort and crafted them into a tale, having Chen Kangbao record the storybook and send it to the storytellers at the taverns, paying them to spread it.

Well, translated to Blue Star, he was a self-published print mogul.

Zhishuang's eyes suddenly locked onto Chen Kangbao, a look of vigilance and wariness in her gaze: "You are...?"

She was sharp-eyed, instantly perceiving Chen Kangbao's unusual nature.

Though a scrawny old man, his hands bore calluses, and his posture suggested he might be an Imperial Arms Master.

"I am the strategist the Young Master hired from the Madhouse!" Chen Kangbao replied haughtily.

A look of astonishment crossed Zhishuang's face, then turned into sudden understanding.

She turned to Qi Yuan, a mocking glint in her eyes: "I didn't expect that in just a few days, the Young Master's skills have grown, able to fool a patient from the Madhouse into knocking me out!"

She naturally assumed it was Chen Kangbao who had knocked her out.

The Young Master, Qi Yuan, was merely a frail scholar.

Facing Qi Yuan, Zhishuang showed no restraint.

She could tell that Chen Kangbao's state was off.

Last time, she was caught off guard and knocked out; now, with caution, how could Chen Kangbao ambush her?

"What fooling? He's my follower," Qi Yuan said lazily.

"I am the Young Master's most loyal servant!" Chen Kangbao quickly chimed in.

Zhishuang looked at the two, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.

The Young Master... had he truly gone mad?

His manner of conduct was utterly unlike anything she had seen from him before.

Still, the Young Master was somewhat fortunate—even in his madness, he had managed to secure the loyalty of a mad Imperial Arms Master.

She recalled the conversation with the Young Master before she fainted, and her tone softened a little: "Young Master, return to the county mansion boldly. As for the matter of Ninghe County, the Young Lady will personally question Old Zhong!"

These words carried two meanings.

If Qi Yuan had indeed done something improper, the Young Lady would punish him severely.

If he was wronged, then his innocence would be restored.

If the Young Master was truly wronged and had lost his wits in madness... Zhishuang felt a trace of pity, which then turned into a flutter of relief.

It was better for the Young Master to be a little foolish than to keep doing evil as before.

At least, it would bring no calamity to the Young Lady.

"This Old Zhong—I must give him a proper greeting. Framing me—does he seek death?" Qi Yuan, playing the role of the son-in-law, said angrily.

Watching this, Zhishuang concluded that the Young Master had gone mad.

The Young Master had always been timid, cowering in the mansion, never daring to lose his temper.

Thinking of something, she continued, "Young Master, what exactly did you do to me? Why is this maidservant's whole body aching?"

Now her entire body was sore and numb, as if she had been through a night of fierce battle.

"Your memory is poor—didn't I tell you?" Qi Yuan said casually.

Zhishuang said nothing.

Indeed, truly mad.

Just then, Qi Yuan looked at Zhishuang, a hopeful expression on his face: "I want to ask you something!"

"Young Master, please speak!" Zhishuang's voice was icy, but her face still bore basic politeness and courtesy.

"That wife of mine is said to be a Xuan-level Imperial Arms Master. Is she strong? Is she fast? Any highlights in her cultivation?" Qi Yuan asked with eager anticipation.

A wave of frosty aura swept over, and Zhishuang's face turned cold: "Young Master, who told you to ask this?"

The Young Lady was not only a beauty on the Hundred Fragrance List but also a true disciple of the Heavenly Sect.

In the Ning Kingdom, sects and aristocratic families held immense power, and even the royal family had to defer to them.

Among them, the Heavenly Sect and the Ancient Thunder Gate were the two most powerful sects in the kingdom.

These two sects had been locked in conflict, fighting tooth and nail for the position of the state religion.

In a few months, there would be a contest between the true disciples of the Heavenly Sect and the Ancient Thunder Gate.

Qi Yuan's question made Zhishuang naturally assume that someone was using him to probe the Young Lady's secrets and gauge her depth.

"No one—I just wanted to ask."

Look at my sincere big eyes!

Qi Yuan looked at Zhishuang earnestly and continued, "As the saying goes, Lü Bu is unmatched on horseback, Dian Wei is unmatched on foot, and Ma Chao is unmatched in horsemanship. So if Lü Bu rides Ma Chao, and Ma Chao rides Dian Wei, wouldn't that be invincible under heaven?

I happen to lack a mount, so I'll follow the example of the ancients—when I go into battle, I'll ride your Young Lady!"

Qi Yuan said this very seriously.

Using mosquitoes as drones, or birds as drones, wasn't quite working out.

So Qi Yuan had a sudden inspiration: why not turn a powerful Imperial Arms Master into a drone?

For instance, Qi Yuan's wife, the son-in-law's spouse, was a Xuan-level Imperial Arms Master, though she couldn't fly.

But... a Xuan-level Imperial Arms Master's speed and strength far exceeded a mosquito's.

He could use the Thousand Transformations to turn his wife into a drone, carrying him into battle.

As for legs, just make them invisible, treat it as low-altitude flight.

Then, train his wife to become an Earth-level Imperial Arms Master, and she could fly at high altitudes!

Qi Yuan applauded his own creativity.

So he came to ask about the strength and speed of Qi Yuan's wife.

"You... are you serious?" Zhishuang's face was frosty, anger written all over it.

"Serious!" Qi Yuan said with utter sincerity.

"You lecher!" Zhishuang was furious.

She would write to the Young Lady—the Young Master had not only lost his mind but had become even more depraved!

He actually wanted to ride the Young Lady!

Though she was a virgin, she knew what "ride" meant—would he then stand up and pedal after riding?

"You pity your Young Lady and don't want me to ride her?" Qi Yuan mused. "Pity—your speed and strength are lacking; otherwise, I'd ride you."

(End of chapter)