"Is this retribution?"
Real Ziyin smiled wryly.
In the past two months, some immortals had wanted to eradicate the Eternal Religion, but Ouyang Shaogong never acted personally.
It was all handled.
When their severed heads hung on the mountainside outside the Eternal Religion—
The cultivation world fell silent.
Who could act so decisively?
Who wasn't afraid of death?
All nonsense. No one dared claim they didn't fear death.
In the face of true strength, everything else was meaningless.
Ziyin had once said he wanted to join the cult. Ouyang Shaogong hadn't agreed—the other party's sincerity wasn't genuine enough.
It was better to sit back and watch the world change.
Eventually, ascend alongside this land into the God Realm!
The sky cracked.
Stars streaked upward into the clouds. Another day passed.
Ouyang Shaogong returned home and looked at his wife and Feng Qingxue, who was clearly in better spirits. He couldn't help but smile. "What delicious food did you prepare today? I'm already starving."
"You... you coax people like this every time. You're clearly an immortal, yet you claim you'll go hungry!"
Xunfang rolled her eyes and began setting out dishes and chopsticks for dinner.
Tonight's meal: sweet potato stewed rice porridge. Very light.
The only side dish was a stack of pickles.
Such humble food opened Feng Qingxue's eyes.
"I thought you, sir, manage a great sect," she said, surprised. "You'd want to eat the delicacies of mountains and sea every day!"
"Those are merely human pursuits. My goal is to make the earth return to the arms of God. Eat up, little girl—tonight I will teach you the divine magic."
"So soon?"
"There is a saying: hearing is false, seeing is believing. Though I blasted Wu Xian away before, you still need to investigate your brother's affairs yourself."
"Well... thank you, sir."
Feng Qingxue was deeply moved. Her little nose twitched.
She wanted to cry again.
Seeing this, Xunfang quickly intervened, or dinner wouldn't be able to continue.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Shaogong said to Feng Qingxue: "Before practicing, I must tell you one thing."
"What's up?"
"Joining the religion means giving up faith in Nuwa—that is, no matter what happens to you in the future, you must serve the gods as the standard! If you can't do this, I won't let you be taught!"
Ouyang Shaogong's expression was grave as he spoke of the canon.
Feng Qingxue recalled Granny Peng's words before and her brother's unfinished grievance, and immediately said: "Although Feng Qingxue is a descendant of Nuwa, today I wish to join the Eternal Religion. If Master Nuwa has any dissatisfaction in the future, the trouble can find me..."
With that, she turned to the statue of the Eternal God and began to kowtow.
Ouyang Shaogong heard her words and smiled. "You are truly naive. There are also three Nuwa gods in our cult, and they are stronger than the Nuwa in our world."
"Eternal Gods also have Goddess Nuwa?"
Feng Qingxue was stunned.
She had thought Nuwa was simply a person's name.
She was wrong?
"Yes. Nuwa is the name of an entire race, with the ability to create all things. In our great Eternal Religion, there are a total of three powerful Nuwa gods.
One is called Lin Qinger.
The second is called Yu Xiaoxue.
The third is called Mengxian.
These three are currently the most powerful Nuwa gods among the divine realm, and you will understand when you rise to the realm of **** or become a goddess in the future.
So don't feel guilty. Because joining the religion of the gods—in truth, you are believing in a higher god.
After all, even Nuwa must believe in my God."
In this way, Feng Qingxue found it easier to accept.
So even the divine Nuwa believed in the Eternal God.
What else could she possibly hesitate about?
After that, the little girl accepted the divine method and began to practice. It had to be said—though Feng Qingxue's Nuwa blood was weak, under the stimulation of divine power she still displayed a terrifying ability.
If it weren't for Ouyang Shaogong's profound cultivation, she would have already surpassed him.
"This girl is very powerful. It is likely that after becoming a goddess, her blood will be intensified again. She may well become the fourth Nuwa..."
Ouyang Shaogong felt that Feng Qingxue had tremendous potential.
He decided to train her well.
Especially the emotional dimension.
From now on, he would have Xunfang accompany her to chat, let her feel the religion's awe and worship of the gods.
After all, Feng Qingxue was still young.
He had more than enough time.
And on the other side—
In Tianyong City.
Since True Person Ziyin disappeared, Baili Tusu changed completely and released his true nature.
Especially after controlling Ling Yue.
His methods became more advanced.
He still pretended to be a child every day, but at night he would go out with swords, attack distant villages, and extract the blood and inner pills of monsters to refine medicine.
He continued to strengthen.
Resentment was Fen Ji's greatest power.
But Baili Tusu was meticulous. Every night he investigated the situation first, then chose to have Ling Yue send an ordinary disciple along with him.
What did this lead to?
Baili Tusu could easily control those ordinary disciples and make them sword slaves.
In just two months—
Twenty people in Tianyong City had become slaves to his sword.
The man who had once ridiculed him for not having parents—
Was now imprisoned in a dungeon in Tianyong City.
Originally it was True Person Ziyin's secret room. Now it had been reduced to Baili Tusu's place of torture.
Crack.
The whip struck the disciple.
The other party slowly woke with a muffled grunt.
Seeing Baili Tusu standing close, he showed an expression of pure horror.
"Woo... woo..."
Although his body suffered and ached, the disciple could make no sound—only a miserable whine.
His tongue had been cut off.
And it had been chopped into minced meat and fed to him.
"Hehe... you're awake. Today I looked through the martial arts texts and discovered something called Gu from Miao Jiang. I find it very interesting. Among them there is a type called Human Gu, which is even more interesting.
Let's try it today. Don't be afraid—I will protect you from death..."
Baili Tusu smiled wickedly, and placed the jar behind him before the disciple's eyes.
Inside, bugs rustled.
The disciple showed a look of horror and wanted to struggle frantically.
But his pipa bone had been pierced by an iron chain, the tendons in his hands also severed. Except for his expression of horror—
There were only tears.
Sure enough, when the lid was lifted—
A black centipede spread out inside, followed by some strange bugs.
If one threw oneself in—
What would the result be?
"Don't be afraid. These little cuties won't kill you. I just want to try the Gu technique. After all, we are all senior brothers.
I always remember it—since you once scolded me for having no parents."
Baili Tusu used evil spirits to force the insects back, then grabbed the senior brother and threw him into the jar.
In an instant, the sound of insects rioting filled the space.
They had been hungry for half a month!