Chapter 344: The Sacred Name Does Not Burn

The second question is called "Burning Rope Without Breaking."

A hemp rope is hung between two copper lamp stands, requiring the rope to be burned with fire, and the rope should not break after the fire passes. As soon as this question came out, there was another uproar off the stage. Burning a rope with fire, how can the rope not break? This is even more contrary to common sense than the previous question!

If Wang Yang couldn't be sure of the intention of Wu Qi setting such questions when answering the first question, now he had a vague guess. Although he hadn't seen the third question yet, his confidence had increased.

He ordered someone to bring a basin of concentrated salt water, took down the hemp rope and soaked it in the salt water. The Great Shaman suddenly had a bad premonition and said anxiously: "How can you take down the rope?"

Bao Yue immediately asked back:

"Does the question say you can't? Is it the holy teacher Wu Qi who set the question according to divine revelation, or is it you who set the question?"

Bao Yue had no respect for the Great Shaman at all. Not only were her words provocative, but her tone was not too good either.

The Great Shaman was scolded in public, his face sank, wanting to refute but having no way to refute, and worried about showing intentional difficulty, coupled with a group of patriarchs and headmen who were silent, he had to endure it. He thought that when this fake Divine Envoy was exposed, you would have a good look.

After Wang Yang soaked the hemp rope, he asked the Sacred Guards to fan it to accelerate drying, then re-hung it and lit it with fire.

Under the attention of everyone, the rope body quickly burst into bright flames, accompanied by a slight crackling sound, looking no different from ordinary burning.

The Great Shaman's tense corners of his mouth finally relaxed, and he almost revealed a cold smile of success!

Soaking in salt water, making it look like a big deal, I thought there was really some strange move, it turned out to be—(⊙o⊙)

The Great Shaman was dumbfounded, and even his mouth couldn't close!

He watched the flames spread along the rope and gradually extinguish. But what made him unbelievable was that the hemp rope scorched by the fire, although it became charred all over, was still well connected between the two lamp stands and did not break!!!

This, is this possible?!

There was a dead silence off the stage, and then, without Bao Yue's guidance, it directly erupted into a cheer more fanatical than before!

Everyone who was skeptical about Wang Yang's identity now participated in the cheers enthusiastically, and felt ashamed for the previous doubts, and some even shed tears of repentance!

Even the troublemakers arranged by the Great Shaman in advance mostly defected, not only not following the plan to cause doubts and create chaos, but instead enthusiastically followed the crowd to raise their arms and shout "The Divine Envoy is immortal!"

Yes, at this moment, no one shouted My God, and no one shouted Pan Wang, only shouting Divine Envoy.

This was completely beyond their understanding—how could a hemp rope burned by fire not break?!

Of course it is possible. Salt crystals do not burn and have a high melting point, and will not melt because of this fire. Therefore, after the fire starts, although the hemp fibers burn, the salt crystals maintain a stable form on the outside. By the same token, alum liquid can also be used instead of salt water.

The patriarchs and headmen on the stage didn't know these things. Looking at Wang Yang, their eyes changed, especially Patriarch Tian. Although he submitted to Wang Yang, it was only out of interest considerations. To say something blasphemous, he didn't really believe in the Divine Envoy in the depths of his heart. But seeing Wang Yang lightly and easily solve two unsolvable problems in a row, without even a pause, he couldn't help but think: "This might be a true Divine Envoy?!"

At the same time, he felt proud and lucky for his decisive standing!

The little shamans of the Cheng and Xiang strongholds turned pale with fright! For a while, they felt they were on the Great Shaman's pirate ship, regretting their intestines were green, and their brains kept thinking about whether they had said anything disrespectful to the Divine Envoy before.

For a while, they felt that since the Great Shaman had dreamed of it in advance, he shouldn't be aimless, so they secretly placed their hope on the third question. 【344-2

Wang Yang stood upon the sacrificial altar, his expression faint. The mountain wind brushed past his sleeves like rolling clouds. With one hand, he stopped the seething crowd below, then moved his fingertips toward the Great Shaman, who had been struck head-on, and flipped his palm:

"The third question, come."

Baoyue's heart skipped a beat; she inhaled to suppress her excitement!

The Great Shaman felt a tightness in his chest; he inhaled to steady his stance!

To be honest, he was a bit frightened.

Looking at Wang Yang's calm demeanor, a chill inexplicably crept up his body.

Having reached this point, he had to admit that there was indeed something mysterious about this person.

But he absolutely did not believe he was a divine messenger! If others didn't know how the "divine messenger" business worked, how could he not know?

When he first falsely claimed a dream omen, it was due to an accident. After saying it, he lived in constant fear, terrified that Pan Wang would descend and strike him down with a bolt of lightning. Later, seeing that nothing happened, his courage gradually grew, and he even began to think that perhaps Pan Wang tacitly approved of his behavior, or perhaps Pan Wang simply had no time to concern himself with such trivial human matters? Then he went further and further down this path, and his blasphemous lies grew more numerous, which made him understand a truth he dared not tell anyone—

Although gods are high above, they are actually nothing more than tools for humans.

Wu Qi had set up an unsolvable problem to put an end to the scourge of divine messengers. Although this person didn't know what method he used to luckily solve the first two, he absolutely could not accomplish this final question!

The Great Shaman steadied his mind and ordered someone to bring out the items needed for the final question. It was a small piece of white cloth with the two characters "Wang Yang" written in cinnabar in the center. The requirement was to place Wang Yang's name over a flame to be scorched without wetting the cloth or using external objects to shield the flame. If one could count slowly from one to nine, and the name did not burn or be destroyed within those nine counts, then he was the true messenger of Pan Wang! This was—

The Divine Name Unburnt!

A gasp of shock erupted from the crowd below! This question was even harder than the last. Not only did it forbid wetting the cloth—blocking the clever trick the "divine messenger" had just used by soaking it in salt water—but it also required continuous burning by the flame, not just a single pass-through like the previous question! With this method of burning, let alone nine counts, one couldn't even last two or three counts! Not to mention it had to be a slow count! Plus, with no external objects to shield the flame, there was simply no way to solve this!

The Great Shaman glanced at the silent Wang Yang and announced the start of the name-burning with immense satisfaction!

The elder stretched the white cloth with both hands and walked to the sacrificial basin, aligning the part of the cloth with Wang Yang's name written on it with the top of the flame!

Xiao Baoyue bit her lip and clenched her fists!

Everyone's heart was in their throat!

Xiao A Wu thought for a moment and asked:

Wang Yang suddenly spoke.

The Great Shaman revealed a victor's smile:

"Does the divine messenger wish to terminate the challenge?"

Wang Yang walked to the sacrificial basin, took the white cloth from the elder's hands, and said:

"I will do it myself."

The Great Shaman sneered in his heart, but saw that Wang Yang did not immediately stretch the cloth to burn it, but instead went to take the bronze cup from the first question. He immediately spoke out to stop him: "You must not use external objects to shield the flame!"

"Of course." Wang Yang brought the cloth close to the bronze cup.

The Great Shaman's heart jumped, and he said urgently:

"The water on the cup hasn't dried! You must not wet the white cloth!"

Wang Yang followed his suggestion and handed the bronze cup to the Great Shaman:

"If you are worried, wipe it dry yourself."

Once these words were spoken, many people below looked at the Great Shaman with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

The Great Shaman's face twitched slightly, and he forced a smile:

"The divine messenger speaks too seriously. How could I be worried? It is just that these are the rules set by the Holy Master Wu Qi. As the presiding shaman, it is my duty, and I dare not have the slightest negligence."

Although he said this, his hands were not idle at all. He didn't care about his image, directly using his sleeves to wipe the inside and outside of the cup repeatedly. He even turned the cup upside down and shook it several times to ensure no water droplets remained, then swung the bronze cup back and forth.

Wang Yang watched the Great Shaman busy himself there and laughed:

"He is quite a talent..."

"I dare not accept the praise, I dare not."

The Great Shaman knew Wang Yang was mocking him. He was neither angry nor panicked, following his own rhythm to carefully wipe the inside and outside of the cup one more time. Only after confirming it was completely dry did he hand it to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang wrapped the white cloth tightly around the bronze cup, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, placed the part with his name written on it into the flame!

The elder responsible for notarizing was afraid of making a mistake and immediately began to count:

"One."

The whole audience held their breath!

All eyes were fixed on the dancing flame and the thin white cloth. They saw the flame licking the surface of the cloth!

"Two."

The little shaman of the Tian village silently followed along, his voice trembling. It's over! He seemed to see the edge of the cloth starting to turn yellow and deform! There was even thin smoke appearing!

"Three..."

Yellow and black marks were spreading! They were about to swallow the characters! The little shaman of the Tian village even felt he could smell the burnt scent! Many believers seeing this were as if mourning their parents, on the verge of collapse! Many did not dare to look anymore, afraid of witnessing the shattering of the divine messenger's dream!

"Four." Baoyue's clear voice followed, carrying unwavering firmness.

She watched Wang Yang's name in the fire without blinking, seeing the white cloth that should have been burned, the characters that should have been swallowed, now standing firm in the fire!

The believers who had previously lowered their heads looked up again, and sounds of astonishment began to appear in the crowd!

"Five!"

Someone in the crowd shouted along! The excitement in the voice was hard to suppress, instantly igniting the emotions of the entire audience! The white cloth still hadn't caught fire! A miracle was happening!

The Great Shaman looked at this scene in disbelief, his face turning paler and paler, as if he had seen a ghost!

"Six!"

The crowd began to shout along! The voices went from sporadic to dense! The believers who had been mourning earlier now completely straightened their backs, the despair in their eyes completely replaced by shock and ecstasy!

"Seven!"

Many village chiefs and leaders on the altar also began to shout along with the crowd! Everyone's face burned with worship and fanaticism! The scorched marks on the edge of the cloth seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to spread even half a step further! Amidst the blazing firelight, the white cloth remained firm! The two characters "Wang Yang" remained firm!

"Eight!"

Everyone began to shout along! Except for the Great Shaman, there was no one who did not make a sound, no one who did not open their mouth! This was no longer a simple count, but a declaration of faith in witnessing a miracle! The little shamans of the Cheng and Xiang villages shouted at the top of their lungs, afraid others wouldn't hear them, while quietly moving their feet to stand as far away from the Great Shaman as possible.

The Great Shaman listened to the earth-shaking sounds above and below the altar, feeling the world spinning and his whole body turning cold!