Chapter 241: Which Chinese Goddess Is the Most Beautiful?

Although he didn't know why Kamikawa Chiye wanted the clothes, Wang Zun agreed to give them to her.

With nothing else to do, Wang Zun took a can of cola and sat on the sofa, ready to watch TV and relax.

At that moment, the TV was airing a program somewhat similar to the Animal World he had seen in his past life.

Spring had arrived, all things revived, and it was once again time for the animals to…

After dinner, Kamikawa Chiye came over and sat down, watching TV and saying casually:

"By the way, Nisan, when are you going to marry Young Lady Liguai?"

"Puff!" Wang Zun spat out the cola he had just swallowed: "What did you just ask me, Chiye?"

Wang Zun wondered if he was hearing things.

He instinctively glanced at the TV program Chiye was watching with him.

Is it because I've been single too long that everything I see feels twisted? Even an Animal World program sounds like marriage to me.

Animal World? Reproduction? Marriage?

Or did I not mishear—did Chiye really ask me about marriage? But why out of the blue?

Wang Zun's eyelid twitched; he couldn't keep up with Chiye's erratic train of thought.

"Nisan, when are you going to marry Young Lady Liguai?" Kamikawa Chiye said again, her tone casual, as if discussing something as ordinary as brushing teeth.

Wang Zun: "…"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Wang Zun recovered, his expression strange.

"When did I ever say I was going to marry Liguai?"

Kamikawa Chiye blinked her eyes and spoke bluntly: "Nisan, you haven't said you'll marry Young Lady Liguai, but you've already fought an entire world just for her—isn't that true love? True love doesn't go this far."

Wang Zun was momentarily speechless.

According to Kamikawa Chiye's logic, it made perfect sense—and anyone else would probably think the same.

Ask yourself: if a man kills an entire world for a woman, what else could that be but true love?

"Don't overthink it—I helped Liguai because she's my friend," Wang Zun replied, his excuse feeble.

Then Wang Zun noticed Chiye turning her head to stare at him.

"Nisan, you're already a powerful man—you need to learn to face your own heart."

Wang Zun: "…"

It felt exactly like someone telling a homework notebook: "You're already a qualified homework notebook—you should learn to finish your own work without me having to write it for you."

Yet somehow, it also made sense—almost philosophical.

"Nisan, how about we don't go to America—let's go to China instead."

Suddenly, Kamikawa Chiye changed the subject; Wang Zun barely kept up with her mental leap.

Still, shifting topics was fine.

"Go to China? Do you want to see the Great Wall or the Forbidden City?"

"No—I think Nisan should go to China to deepen his cultivation. Masters Konghai, Saicho, and Abe no Seimei all became stronger after going there once. With your talent, if you went, you might even reach Divine Step Nine—or perhaps even be listed among the Immortals."

Wang Zun felt touched.

But before he could savor it for even a second, Kamikawa Chiye spoke again.

"I've been reading Chinese mythology lately. They don't just cultivate power there—they emphasize heart cultivation. Many myths tell of gods descending to earth to undergo trials in the mortal world—what's it called again? Oh, right—red dust refining the heart. Nisan, if you go to Chinese mythology, you could train your heart."

Wang Zun understood what Chiye meant.

So you're still dragging me back to confronting my feelings for Liguai, aren't you?

Here, Kamikawa Chiye seemed to think of something else and blinked her eyes.

"Nisan, you're so powerful, your talent isn't inferior to Abe no Seimei—maybe even greater. Has any Chinese god ever wanted to take you as a disciple?"

It's not impossible! Chinese gods do take disciples—Abe no Seimei was taken by Bo Dao Shiren, and Masters Konghai and others too. With your talent, there's surely a Chinese god who'd want to take you as a disciple.

No! I think we absolutely must go to China. Chinese gods all love red dust refining the heart—they hide in plain sight. You never know, walking down the street, the old man selling snacks might be a powerful god testing the mortal world."

Her large, glossy eyes like black jewels sparkled with tiny stars; her Bai Xi face glowed with quiet excitement.

Wang Zun could tell exactly what Chiye was imagining.

She was probably picturing herself and him traveling in China, strolling down a street, stopping to buy candied haws from an old man—only to discover he was Tai Shang Lao Jun, who had made a bet with the Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor that he could thrive in the modern world without using any magic.

Then he saw Wang Zun, noticed his extraordinary bone structure, recognized him as a perfect candidate for immortality, and immediately felt a desire to take him as a disciple.

From then on, Wang Zun ascended to the peak of his life.

As she imagined it, Chiye's thoughts raced faster, her eyes suddenly brightening.

She glanced around, as if afraid someone was eavesdropping, then cupped her hand to her mouth and whispered:

"Nisan, there's no one else here—tell me honestly, do you know any Chinese gods? If you do, have you ever seen Chang'e or the Seven Fairies? Are they beautiful? Does Chang'e really live in the Moon Palace? Is it on the far side of the moon, the part humans can never see?"

Ah~ I really want to see Chang'e. They say she's the most beautiful fairy in Chinese mythology—I wonder who's prettier, her or Su Daji.

Nisan, which Chinese goddess do you think is the most beautiful? Chang'e? The Seven Fairies? Nüwa? Jiutian Xuannü? Or someone else?"

"I think Chiye is the most beautiful. Stop rambling—don't talk about which gods are pretty, or you'll get your mouth sealed," Wang Zun said, pinching her nose.

If she kept going, Chiye would soon be asking if he had an affair with some Chinese fairy.

Watching TV and chatting, Wang Zun and Kamikawa Chiye talked until midnight.

Midnight.

Clouds veiled the full moon, revealing only a sliver of its glow; moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room.

Wang Zun did not sleep. He sat at the desk by the window, silver moonlight casting over his face, making him seem mysterious—then he pulled out a corpse.

Mystery turned to eeriness.

Night, half-obscured moonlight, a pitch-black room with no lights on—a man holding a corpse…

The scene looked terrifying; anyone unaware would think it was a horror movie playing out.

As the person involved, Kamikawa Mitsu was completely oblivious, studying the corpse with great interest as if wondering how he should deal with it.

In fact, that was exactly the case—Kamikawa Mitsu was preparing to deal with this corpse.

However, it wasn't that kind of "deal with."

"System, spend some Script Points and check how many Script Points are needed to conjure out of thin air a living being at the second step of divinity?"

Accompanied by the familiar system notification chime in his mind, Kamikawa Mitsu got the answer he needed.

Directly creating a living being at the second step of divinity would cost one million Script Points.