[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal":3,"chapter-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-346":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},596769,846,"Chapter 346: Magic defeats magic, deities replace deities","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-346",346,"\u003Cp>The sun blazed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The standoff on the altar froze the air in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The townsfolk watched the two opposing figures with bated breath, too afraid to even exhale loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side stood the Fat Priest, who had long presided over the town’s rituals, wielding authority as the self-proclaimed mouthpiece of the Witch Spirit. None dared defy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the other side… seemed even more formidable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For starters, these three newcomers had descended on clouds and mist, their auras otherworldly, like immortals stepping into the mortal realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And… asleep for ten thousand years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a dynasty had lasted that long. What kind of ancient era was that? Yet the way they spoke of it was so casual, as if they’d merely taken an afternoon nap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought sent chills down the townsfolk’s spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare impersonate a deity? You’re courting death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest was so furious he nearly burst a vein, but all he could muster was this feeble retort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent’s words were far more polished, making him seem like the more legitimate one…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a cold snort, he decided to stop wasting time arguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biting his tongue, he activated the divine summoning ritual. A spray of blood from his tongue landed on the bronze Witch Spirit statue, stirring the accumulated power of the masses within and awakening the lingering ancestral spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a shadowy figure emerged from the totem—a vividly lifelike Feilian taking form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the ancestral spirit of the Feilian clan, summoned through the power of the masses, exuding immense pressure. But the cost of invoking it alone was steep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Li Mo, Ling Yuangou and Manbo exchanged glances, as if preparing to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Fat Priest was at the eighth aperture of the Observation Divine Realm and had tapped into the power of the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t worried about Li Mo losing—they just didn’t want to ruin the “Heavenly Venerable’s” imposing image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Falsehoods are just that—illusions, like flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To think you’d use the bloodline power I once bestowed against its true master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his form shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deer’s head, a bird’s body, wreathed in swirling mist—his divine aura burned like the sun, pure and unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transformation, conjured through the Seventy-Two Changes, was indistinguishable from a true Feilian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest’s eyes bulged as if he were staring at the ancestral spirit itself—far more lifelike than the one he’d summoned with the power of the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, totems were merely manifestations of ancestral spirits through collective belief, striving for realism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was still just a construct of bloodline power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it possibly attack its own origin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, without surprise—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancestral spirit, formed from the power of the masses, dissipated into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo calmly reverted to human form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest was drenched in sweat. Glancing at the wavering townsfolk, he knew his authority in their eyes was crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how lifelike his summoning was, it couldn’t compare to a living “deity” standing right before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible. Absolutely impossible…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every disciple of the Divine Calling Sect knew that with the fall of the Great Shang’s fortune, none of the ancient deities could remain intact in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for one—the patriarch of the Qingluan clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this young man was only at the Observation Divine Realm. How could he be a pure-blooded Feilian incarnate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A true deity can command wind, clouds, rain, and mist. Can you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest forced a show of confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child’s play.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere, someone sneezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden in the shadows, Wu Qing received the signal. Shang Qinqing tickled her nose with a feather, prompting a thunderous sneeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, clouds churned overhead, darkening the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manbo, ever in sync with Wu Qing as her best friend, activated her own bloodline power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning snakes danced wildly within the roiling clouds, thunder rumbling like a celestial war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torrential rain poured down without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-how…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest stood dumbfounded in the downpour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since when could an Observation Divine Realm cultivator pull off something like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, at this point, even he was starting to doubt whether he was the fraud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he joined the wrong Divine Calling Sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! What nonsense is this ‘Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect’? What ‘Heavenly Venerable’? I’ve never heard of any of it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The people here have survived and thrived solely by the grace of the Witch Spirit’s divine mercy! What does any of this have to do with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo narrowed his eyes. He could’ve killed the Fat Priest long ago, but the man’s death was meaningless compared to solidifying the Heavenly Venerable’s image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he gazed at him with pity, as if looking at an ant:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mortal, blind to the vastness of the heavens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a Demon Calling cultist, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest panicked, his identity exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But since you’ve asked so sincerely, I’ll enlighten you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect is a branch of the Celestial Court. In the primordial era, we governed the cosmos. I devoured the stars of heaven, holding dominion over life and death, creation and destruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your so-called Demon Calling Sect merely inherited fragments of the Celestial Court’s legacy. Yet you dare flaunt it before me? The audacity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Heavenly Venerable’s plan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight fire with fire. Replace gods with gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest shuddered, disbelief written all over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he remembered Li Mo’s cultivation level. Before he could voice his doubts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven mysterious orbs flew out from Li Mo’s dantian, orbiting in an arcane pattern, indistinguishable from actual stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fat Priest’s mind went blank. His bronze staff clattered to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything Li Mo said… it all made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it sounded even more terrifying and profound than the doctrines he’d learned in the sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the townsfolk’s gazes fill with awe, Li Mo decided to deliver the final blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes swept toward one of the three great mountains in the distance:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do these mountains imprison your people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine One, they do!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old village chief, standing in the rain, was already ninety percent convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, summoning storms and transforming into a deity’s true form was proof enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actions spoke louder than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most villagers shared his sentiment. Some even fell to their knees in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo’s eyelid twitched, but he didn’t step aside. With a sigh, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though you’ve been deceived, your faith is sincere. Very well…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall intervene.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fixed his gaze on the central mountain and commanded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Open!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice boomed with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One second. Two. Three…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers exchanged confused glances. What was the Heavenly Venerable up to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo: “…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t tell me Elder Guo Chuan of the Giant Whale Tribe… fell asleep again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Giant Whale Tribe’s nature was to slumber. Their immense size and long lifespans meant they conserved energy by sleeping deeply—often mistaken for islands by humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Li Mo had prepared for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This kid is a smooth talker when it comes to fooling people...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If only the Summoning Demon Sect had learned a thing or two from him, they wouldn’t be stuck at this level today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Qinqing spat out two melon seed shells, her figure darting through the void as she headed toward Guo Chuan’s location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She arrived in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, Guo Chuan was fast asleep, sprawled beside a thick, deep-sea bronze chain as thick as a barrel, snoring loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dumplings are ready!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Chuan jolted upright, standing at attention like a rigid board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>",1279,"2026-05-30T17:19:00.270Z","2026-06-01T04:31:46.889Z",1,"novelbin.me","a9d34a4ab54fcd5f28ee87efb80feac66d7f9431458bad99bbff8e32e1724951","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-347","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-345",737,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finvesting-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-cover.jpg"]