Chapter 959: My First Time Being a God, No Experience

Lu Ran finally fully understood the extent of Si Xianxian’s talkativeness.

She just kept chattering nonstop!

She seemed to have endless words, dragging Jiang Ruyi around the Cloud Sea Cliff, chatting from afternoon until dusk.

Sister Xian felt like a child who had been lost for years and had suddenly found her parents—she clung to Jiang Ruyi, constantly seeking reassurance.

She cried and laughed, shouted and caused a commotion.

Jiang Ruyi remained gentle throughout, soothing this wounded soul.

Lu Ran watched with deep emotion.

Few people could elicit such gentleness from the Immortal Jiang.

Sister Xian is truly lucky.

Yeah, I am too.

After wandering around, the group returned to the western cliffs where Song Yu and the others were staying; Lu Ran bid farewell to the two women and went to check on the condition of the Feixian Hall members.

Without Si Xianxian, Lu Ran felt the entire world had grown quiet.

“Master.”

“Master!” As Lu Ran entered, everyone inside greeted him.

“Awake?” Lu Ran nodded to Yu Changsheng and Jing Hong, then turned to Song Yu and the others.

Their conditions had stabilized.

Time to gather believers!

“Master, we—” Song Yu hesitated.

It was clear that losing their divine arts had left them deeply anxious.

Even the usually calm Song Yu was losing his composure.

“What I promised, I will deliver.” Lu Ran’s gaze swept over the three, “Now, I will sign a covenant with you and grant you the divine arts of the Yu Fu Sect.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“Yes!” The trio replied respectfully.

“Huuu!!”

A phantom figure of Yu Fu emerged from within Lu Ran, expanding outward.

Its cold eyes looked down, radiating overwhelming authority.

“Y-Yu Fu Elder!” An Xian trembled in fear.

The sudden appearance of Yu Fu’s phantom figure made her heart pound wildly!

After all, she had betrayed the Divine Sect and deeply resented this deity.

Song Yu and Zhang Zhenghu’s expressions were also grim.

Lu Ran: “You called the wrong person.”

An Xian snapped back to reality, panicked: “M-Master, I—”

“It’s fine.” Lu Ran’s voice was gentle, half comfort, half promise, “You’ve suffered enough. From now on, I and Ruyi will treat you well.”

As he spoke, the phantom Yu Fu bent down, its ethereal palm overlapping with Lu Ran’s, pressing against Song Yu’s forehead.

Beside him, Yu Changsheng gently fanned himself, watching the three—some awestruck, some devout—and found the perfect phrase:

“The Immortal strokes my crown, and I receive eternal life with bound hair!”

The covenants Lu Ran signed with the three of Feixian Hall were all master-servant covenants.

Only Jiang Ruyi was the true heir, bound to the stone statue by an inheritance covenant.

He wondered whether Jiang Ruyi would benefit from the prayers and worship of Feixian Hall’s members from now on.

Lu Ran was pessimistic about it.

After all, before Jiang Ruyi fully merged with and replaced the stone statue, their cultivation realms were calculated separately, each growing independently.

When would the heir ever fully merge with the stone statue?

Master Xiangyang once said it required both parties to reach a very high realm.

Perhaps the peak of the Sea Realm.

Or perhaps above the Sea Realm?

Lu Ran only knew that Sea Realm Stage One wouldn’t suffice.

Because currently, Deng Yu Xiang and the Night Phantom statue were both at Sea Realm Stage One.

Deng Yu Xiang had not yet transformed into a divine statue.

Sigh…

The road ahead is long and arduous.

“Enough.” Lu Ran stepped back, looking at the three, “Try now.”

The trio immediately attempted their divine arts.

Energy surged in their hands, yet they could not summon the white jade tablets.

The trio’s faces turned deathly pale!

“M-Master?” An Xian trembled, looking up at Lu Ran.

Lu Ran furrowed his brow, tightly connected to the Yu Fu stone statue within the Sculpture Garden of Gods and Demons.

The room fell into silence.

After more than ten seconds, Lu Ran closed his eyes and spoke again: “Try now.”

“Huu~”

Frost spread from An Xian’s fingertips; Song Yu and Zhang Zhenghu summoned golden jade talismans.

“It’s here! It’s here!” An Xian’s emotions swung wildly, delighted.

“We can use divine arts again—thank you, Master!” Song Yu looked up at Lu Ran, his gaze even more devout.

To Jiang Ruyi, Song Yu was an elder, a veteran who had labored greatly.

He had ultimately been appointed head of Feixian Hall.

But under Lu Ran, he was among the first believers!

If one day Lu Ran and Jiang truly overthrew heaven…

As the first followers of the new deity, what glory, what nobility would that be?

“I’m also new at being a god, no experience—please bear with me.” Lu Ran apologized, seeing Zhang Zhenghu still shaken.

Zhang Zhenghu was still terrified, fearing he might never wield divine arts again.

Everyone: “…”

Yu Changsheng couldn’t help smiling and shaking his head.

Master, what kind of thing is that to say…

Hmm, I should privately advise him.

In front of believers, he should maintain solemn dignity.

“Don’t worry—you may now use your divine arts normally.” Lu Ran spoke again.

Through brief communication and control, he had granted the Yu Fu stone statue permission for all believers to use divine arts.

Any believer wishing to cast a technique would receive approval from the statue.

Until now, Lu Ran’s covenants with Deng Yu Xiang, Yan Shuangzi, and others had all been inheritance covenants.

The guardians were already bound to the stone statue—they held exalted status, and though not yet fully merged with it, they were essentially the statue itself, able to use all techniques without permission.

This was Lu Ran’s first time signing a master-servant covenant with a human.

When Feixian Hall’s three attempted to use divine arts, they required the permission of the pseudo-deity—Yu Fu’s stone statue!

From this perspective…

Lu Ran…

Was now a true god!

If Lu Ran willed it, he could command the pseudo-deity’s stone statue to forbid believers from using divine arts—Song Yu and the others would be powerless.

“Hmm.” Lu Ran nodded inwardly.

This power was incredibly dominant!

He had completely seized the lifeline of Feixian Hall’s members!

How could believers not obey?

In this world, without divine arts to protect you, weren’t you at the mercy of others?

And shouldn’t the stone statue’s dominance extend further?

Back in Beifeng City, when the deity Beifeng intended to take Deng Yu Xiang’s soul and life, it seemed he could do so with a mere wave of his hand?

Hmm… I’ll study this more carefully after returning.

【All three of you, activate your golden jade talismans and pray.】Lu Ran looked at the three.

The trio reacted differently but all received Lu Ran’s mental message; they dared not delay and immediately performed the ritual and prayed.

Lu Ran closed his eyes, carefully sensing.

In moments, he felt a faint flow of energy—thin, yet pure.

It was not holy spirit energy, nor divine power.

Perhaps it should be called faith energy.

The faith energy Ningju by humans flowed along an invisible path into Lu Ran’s pupils, entered his spiritual world, and ultimately merged into the Yu Fu stone statue.

Invisible pathway?

More accurately, it is the spiritual thread formed after a god signs a “master-servant covenant” with a human.

It is invisible, yet undeniably real, connecting the divine statue to human believers.

“Interesting.”

Lu Ran murmured under his breath, savoring the taste of godhood.

The stone statue absorbed the faith Zhili from the human race, digesting it continuously without sound or motion.

Clearly, the stone statue could cultivate this special power!

【Continue!】 Lu Ran issued the order, then vanished in a flash.

He appeared a hundred meters away, carefully sensing.

The human faith Zhili still flowed steadily into the Eye of the Dead Realm through the thin covenant threads.

“Shhh~”

Lu Ran flashed again!

This time, he teleported five hundred meters.

“That far?” Lu Ran was pleasantly surprised—could the faith Zhili still reach him?

Immediately, Lu Ran teleported once more.

After several trials, Lu Ran even pulled out the Nijing Evil Art: Mirror Flower and Moon!

When Lu Ran arrived in the forest a hundred kilometers from Yunhai Cliff, he was stunned to discover he could still receive the faith Zhili from the Feixian Hall members!

In fact, Lu Ran had initially received nothing.

He had assumed the distance was too great, that the connection had failed.

When Lu Ran transmitted a question about their spellcasting status, Song Yu replied that all eight Golden Jade Talismans were still active.

Thus, as long as the covenant thread existed, no matter how far Lu Ran traveled, his believers could still connect to the stone statue and activate the corresponding techniques.

However, the faith Zhili offered by believers was intercepted halfway by the true god who held the divine position, under the influence of cosmic laws.

Lu Ran had thought this, but he was wildly wrong.

He stood in place, lost in thought for a long while, just as he was about to return.

The faith Zhili arrived!

Lu Ran was stunned.

Had he failed to receive the faith Zhili immediately simply because the distance was too great, and transmission required time?

“Wow!!” Lu Ran was ecstatic.

Is this real?

In the mortal realm, believers must devoutly pray directly before Lu Ran’s eyes.

But on Shengling Mountain, distance doesn’t matter?

Is the “supreme law” spoken of by Xiang Xianyang only applicable in the mortal realm, and powerless here on Shengling Mountain?

Lu Ran was overjoyed!

He teleported repeatedly, testing again and again.

Each time he moved farther from Yunhai Cliff, his theory was further confirmed!

When Lu Ran returned to Yunhai Cliff, the night was pitch black.

He reentered the dwelling to find the two doctors had left; only the three Feixian Hall members remained, still devoutly praying.

Lu Ran said: “From now on, focus solely on your cultivation and sincere prayer—strive to restore your cultivation realms as soon as possible.

Feixian Hall will continue to grow.

You three elders must develop the necessary abilities to manage this hall for me and my lady.”

“Yes!”

“Yes, Menzhu,” Song Yu said calmly on the surface, though his heart thrummed with quiet excitement as he bowed respectfully.

Lu Ran, in good spirits, added: “Tomorrow, I will build a Feixian Hall within the cliff—it will be under your management.

That’s enough. It’s late. Dismissed.”

With that, Lu Ran vanished in a flash.

He returned directly to Yunhai Residence, but before he could share the good news, he saw Jiang Ruyi and Si Xianxian seated at a stone table in the courtyard.

Si Xianxian held the Fengfeng Hammer, its phantom hammer-shadow enveloping it, flames burning atop the head.

Like a blazing torch.

“Still chatting?” Lu Ran was almost impressed. “It’s this late—go rest.”

“Master’s back!” Si Xianxian exclaimed. “I was just telling Lady how we wiped out those pests from Tian Tu Mountain!”

“Ah.” Lu Ran sat on the stone bench. “How about we talk tomorrow?”

Si Xianxian pouted. “We’re almost done!

We’ve just reached the part where we lay in wait at Tian Tu Mountain, choosing ambush spots and practicing tactics!”

Lu Ran grimaced—there was still a long way to go!

He thought for a moment, then suddenly blurted: “Xian’er, did you turn off the lights when you left?

Did you tighten the faucet?”

“Oh no!” Si Xianxian jumped up. “I left?”

No!

I live inside your Yunhai Cliff—where the hell do you even have electricity and water?

“Hehe~” Jiang Ruyi chuckled softly at Si Xianxian’s dazed expression.

“Go back, Xian’er,” Lu Ran pushed her shoulder toward the courtyard gate. “Go check if your door’s locked.”

“I want to sleep with Ruyi tonight,” Si Xianxian muttered as she was pushed forward.

“You’re dreaming,” Lu Ran leaned close to her ear, activated the Teleport Mirror, and shoved her inside.

A little maid, dreaming of climbing her lady’s bed?

How dare you!

Si Xianxian: ??

She was about to reveal her true nature and start yelling—when she realized she was already home.

Meanwhile, in the fenced courtyard of Yunhai Residence.

Lu Ran turned to Jiang Ruyi.

After Si Xianxian left, the courtyard lost all light.

The night sky churned with clouds, no stars, no moon—Yunhai Cliff was utterly dark.

Jiang Ruyi could see nothing.

But she felt the heat of someone’s gaze.

“Huu~”

The evening breeze rustled the leaves, the sound piercing the silent night.

Jiang Ruyi knew exactly what the man was thinking.

The wind, the rustling leaves—clear.

The heartbeat, the footsteps—equally clear.

A faint blush crept across Jiang Ruyi’s face. She broke the silence with a soft voice: “Did you take those Feixian Hall members as believers?”

“I did.” Lu Ran stepped beside the Immortal, sensed briefly, then added, “They haven’t rested—they’re still channeling faith Zhili for me.”

“Oh?” Jiang Ruyi raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Feels a bit exploitative,” Lu Ran said with a strange expression. “Now we can grow stronger just by lying down.”

Jiang Ruyi gave him a reproachful look. “Is the faith Zhili that abundant?”

Lu Ran shook his head, disappointed. “Very little—extremely thin.

We’ll need thousands, even tens of thousands of believers before your energy gains become noticeable.”

“Me?”

“Yes. They channel faith Zhili to the Jade Talisman stone statue—but that statue is meant to be replaced by you eventually. Never mind that for now.”

Lu Ran bent down, one arm around her back, the other sliding beneath her knees.

He lifted Jiang Ruyi into a bridal carry.

“Mm.” Jiang Ruyi lowered her eyelids, cheeks flushed.

The usually noble and cold Immortal, so tender and vulnerable—Lu Ran’s inner fire surged uncontrollably.

He strode toward the dwelling, bent low, and sealed his lips over hers.

“Mmm.” Jiang Ruyi shut her eyes tightly, responding softly between her lips.

Lu Ran hurried into the bedroom, then suddenly halted.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Ruyi’s voice was faint in the darkness.

Lu Ran probed: “Eying?”

“Master.” A cold female voice came from behind.

Eying Huofa appeared in a flash, kneeling respectfully behind Lu Ran.

Jiang Ruyi’s eyes widened slightly!

There was someone nearby all along?

Yan Shuangzi?

Jiang Ruyi’s cheeks were thin-skinned and deeply flushed, even her small, fair earlobes tinged with a faint pink.

She pressed her lips tightly shut and buried her face into Lu Ran’s chest.

Lu Ran felt nothing but relief!

Fortunately, he remembered that a shadow still lurked nearby.

Come to think of it, Yan Shuangzi had grown even more formidable—utterly silent, revealing not a trace of emotion.

Lu Ran spoke: “Look, uh… take some time off. Go back and sleep tonight.”

Behind him, there was no sound, no movement.

Others might not understand, but Lu Ran knew Yan Shuangzi well—this was her silent defiance.

Regarding staying by Lu Ran’s side, she was obsessively fixed on it.

The problem was,

I can’t livestream this!

That’s an extra fee.

Lu Ran sighed helplessly, his tone growing firmer: “Obey the order.”

“Yes.” The Shadow Guardian whispered, then vanished in a flicker.

Lu Ran waited a moment before carrying the jade-like woman in his arms toward the bed.

Jiang Ruyi whispered: “Has she gone?”

“I think so?”

Jiang Ruyi, both embarrassed and annoyed: “You—”

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