Chapter 110: The Bright Future Is Within Reach

"How is this possible?" Sara, who had always appeared so detached, showed surprise for the first time—though her voice still sounded cold and mechanical, Feng Xue could tell she had been shaken.

Yeah, that feeling when your own meticulously constructed worldview is shattered by a primitive!

"What's impossible about it? The shamanic system is nothing more than this!" Feng Xue himself was surprised that the attempt succeeded on the first try, but he kept his expression calm, waving his hand to disperse the "Fine Rain Spell," though a smile was already hard to suppress.

Achieving this effect clearly wasn't due to Feng Xue's own ability—the Golden Finger couldn't mark a technique that had never succeeded before. Yes, this feat was thanks entirely to Senior Li's teachings.

"No wonder you're a senior master! I wonder if I'll ever get to meet you again! Next time, I'll bring a proper gift… Hmm, someone of his caliber probably wouldn't care for ordinary things… Maybe I should bring him a Nascent Soul to play with?"

At this moment, Feng Xue was indeed feeling a bit giddy, for the dream that had once seemed impossibly distant had now become so close.

As if, with just a slight reach, he could grasp the vision of immortality in his palm!

Because the instant the Fine Rain Spell succeeded, it meant the world's devotional energy operated on the same fundamental logic as the Folklore World's shamanic system. If other regions' deities were like the Weather Goddess, then he could, anywhere, harness the local deity's devotional energy to make wishes.

This meant that if a Nascent Soul truly existed whose domain was "longevity," he could directly mobilize its followers' pursuit of longevity to cast a "Great Longevity Spell" or something similar.

"No, it can't be nonexistent—it must exist! No sentient being doesn't seek immortality, right?"

Feng Xue's heart brimmed with certainty, and he immediately asked Sara:

"Do you know where there's worship of a longevity deity?"

"This…" Sara's screen flickered after hearing Feng Xue's sudden question before responding—

"According to the database, as of one year ago, there were three publicly known, still-active deities whose domain was longevity: the Medicine Buddha on the Star Archipelago of Chifeng Island Chain, the New Moon and Healing Goddess on the Megalith Archipelago of the Free Islands, and the Fertility and River Goddess on the Titan Archipelago of the Cradle Islands. Additionally, indigenous beliefs similar to the Weather Goddess may exist, and deities confirmed lost in the Seven Islands Federation's investigations might also revive."

"Medicine Buddha… the Eastern Medicine Buddha? Come to think of it, the common language here is Chinese—so is Terra maybe also an Earth counterpart?"

Feng Xue felt a slight jolt at this familiar deity, but after thinking it over, this might actually be an advantage: assuming this world mirrored Earth, it meant there could be Nascent Souls who lost worship due to the Sea God's apocalypse—under such circumstances, he might be able to exploit their legacies to create powerful entities.

But for now, it was only speculation. Unless he planned to use Seeing Mo Ying as material, he had no standing to even contemplate legacies whose very existence was uncertain—he didn't even possess the weakest Nascent Soul.

But at least, hope now existed!

Of course, hope was hope—Feng Xue had no intention of stirring up trouble on this island. If they worshipped a deity like the Strongman God, he wouldn't mind taking a little extra when he left, but the Weather Goddess's domain wasn't essential to him; even basic spell reserves could summon wind and rain. There was no need to offend a group of relatively friendly natives.

Feng Xue might resort to any means for longevity, but where no conflict of interest existed, he still wished to preserve some boundaries.

Lying in the tent, the beautiful girl sat beside him, yet Feng Xue idly picked up a stone and began carving.

He didn't aim to create anything meaningful—just to practice blade control, just as practicing hard-pen calligraphy requires mastering pen control. With limited jade reserves, he chose stone as his practice material—

Hmm, in this world of nothing but islands, wood seemed scarce too.

…

The moon set, the sun rose—another dawn. Before his phone alarm could ring, Feng Xue's well-honed biological clock had already awakened him. With a finger tap, triggering the marked "Transform Ice Spell" jade talisman, a cool breeze instantly flooded him, clearing his mind.

He shivered slightly, then used the "Purify" jade talisman to clean himself before stepping out of the tent.

The sky was still dim, but the fishermen had already set out to sea—some had even returned twice. According to the "Bell Goddess's" oracle, a storm would arrive tonight, so these fishermen knew: unless they gathered as much fish as possible now, when the storm hit, they'd have to rely on stored grain and the goddess's charity.

Feng Xue felt no urgency—he had fish-attracting bait and a new-energy fishing rod, so food wasn't a concern. He ate dried fish as usual, absorbing the surging primordial energy, and stood in his static stance as always, until two hours later, when his blood and qi were full and his face flushed, he walked to the shore to join Liu Yunxi on her "fishing" trip.

"You're out too late now—you won't catch any fish!"

"Yeah, who fishes at this hour?"

"Look, those dark clouds are coming—rain'll start in two or three hours! You've had a good catch today—if you're short on food, we can lend you some, you can pay us back after the storm."

It had to be said, the natives raised by the pre-civilization moe-girl AI were truly simple and honest folk, but Feng Xue did not heed their advice. An outsider visiting occasionally was fine, but if even food, clothing, and daily necessities were provided by the locals, that would be going too far. Even if most people said nothing, there would inevitably be some who gossiped.

Feng Xue didn't fear such talk, but he also didn't enjoy excessive social interaction—especially when that interaction was of the negative kind.

The little white boat drifted leisurely out to sea. Seeing that persuasion was futile, the fishermen said no more and simply went about their usual routine, processing their catch right there at the dock as they always did.

However, not long after, their movements faltered, because the person who had been out at sea for barely half an hour was now returning, hauling half a boat full of catch!

This commotion even drew the attention of a priestess; although she was only a low-ranking member, under her watchful gaze, no one dared to approach Feng Xue out of curiosity about his haul and ask the sensitive question, "What god exactly did you pray to?"

Feng Xue was also made extremely awkward by the atmosphere, but fortunately, it wasn't long before he was no longer the center of attention, because not far away, a broken plank was drifting toward the shore.

However, what drew the eye was clearly not the wooden plank itself, but the person sprawled atop it!

"Heavens! It's Kano! He's actually come back alive! Quick! Some of you go inform the High Priest, the rest of you come with me to rescue him!"

(End of Chapter)