Chapter 48

The Yin Yuan God said nothing.

Only those gray-white eyes, devoid of pupils, stared fixedly at Wu Wang.

After a moment, that ancient well-like expression finally rippled slightly.

“You are truly unique. I cannot discern your origin, yet your immortality is undeniable.”

To be honest, He was genuinely surprised.

This mad boy was right—He was not a true deity, nor eternally immortal; fundamentally, He was merely a being of a higher tier.

In His long existence, He had never encountered such an odd lowly entity possessing such intense traits of immortality.

Not only was His flesh unkillable—even just now, when He had crushed and erased the boy’s soul, the boy immediately restored himself and returned to his body.

“So? Whose body smells better—mine or hers?”

Wu Wang grinned, spread his arms wide, and made a hugging gesture.

The madness in his eyes left the Yin Yuan God deeply baffled.

He felt no fear or dread from the boy at all—instead, there was even a hint of excitement.

Why?

Shouldn’t the essence of such lowly beings be cowardly servility and greedy desire?

“You speak wisely. Since you wish to bear My great power, I shall grant you this honor.” The Yin Yuan God’s voice echoed through the ancestral hall, deafening.

In an instant, He appeared before Wu Wang, eyes locked directly with his.

Wu Wang could clearly hear his own heartbeat, its rhythm gradually accelerating.

Thump-thump-thump-thump—

Both his and Yin Yuan God’s host, Wu Xiaoyou’s, heartbeats quickened, growing increasingly similar.

Finally, their heartbeats nearly matched.

Thump—

Hum—

As the final heartbeat sounded, Wu Wang’s mind was instantly flooded with a strange, powerful external consciousness, slowly peeling away his will and identity, replacing them with the descending Yin Yuan God.

After the Yin Yuan God departed, Wu Xiaoyou’s hair and eye color instantly returned to normal, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

“Such… such wonder… You are truly a gift from heaven!” Wu Wang’s mouth uttered the Yin Yuan God’s divine, genderless voice.

But the next second, his expression twisted again into grotesque fury.

Wu Wang clenched his teeth, and his original voice returned, mocking: “I suddenly regret it. What should I do? Maybe I should just die?”

Yin Yuan God: “?”

He had never imagined a lowly being could resist Him and remain conscious.

The boy’s spiritual force seemed peculiar too—its aura was something He could not fathom.

Worse, He still hadn’t understood what it meant when a black, sooty stone slammed into him—Wu Wang tilted his head and bit it between his teeth.

【Memory-Washing Stone—In Use】

【Target Selected—Yin Yuan God】

This was exactly what he had been waiting for—the moment the Yin Yuan God left Wu Xiaoyou’s body!

Even if the stone brought side effects, he no longer feared harming his second sister.

As for himself?

No side effect could harm him.

Worst case—he’d just die.

Tick—

In his mind, Wu Wang struggled fiercely against the Yin Yuan God’s invasion; the Deep God did not emerge to help, for reasons unknown.

Instead, after the Memory-Washing Stone activated, he suddenly felt his spirit grow clearer.

Like a single drop falling onto the still, ancient spring deep in the mountains, ripples spread outward, their faint yet profoundly soothing tick-tock gradually drowning out the struggle between man and god.

【Please select a memory segment of the Yin Yuan God】

Suddenly, numerous fragments appeared before Wu Wang.

They contained memories of the Yin Yuan God manifesting so-called divine signs in various places—not just Yin Yuan Village, but also many locations Wu Wang recognized as unreal.

There were necropolises filled with decaying, blue-skinned zombies missing limbs; merfolk with fish heads and human legs dwelling in the deep ocean; shadowy realms floating with wailing souls, resembling the Ghost City of Fengdu.

All were the Yin Yuan God’s setups.

He had searched countless places for a suitable vessel to descend.

Now, He had found it.

“Hehehe… I’ve found it too…”

Wu Wang grinned slyly and selected all memories related to Yin Yuan Village.

According to the Memory-Washing Stone’s description, erasing this memory would also erase the truth of His consumption of the Holy Maiden’s resentment and the villagers’ souls to descend.

Severely, it might even disrupt His other arrangements.

Swish—

A tidal wave of extreme resentment surged from the Memory-Washing Stone, flooding Wu Wang’s mind.

The Yin Yuan God’s consciousness also transmitted a wave of confusion—he sensed he was losing something.

“Excuse me… do gods feel pain?” Wu Wang suddenly asked out of nowhere.

He aimed the gun’s muzzle at his own head.

Bang—

Freshly squeezed watermelon juice splattered across the ancestral hall.

The next second, his head and spirit restored—but in that instant of detonation, the Yin Yuan God within his mind suffered a massive shock.

Now sharing his body, the Yin Yuan God naturally shared all his sensations.

But He was not a pervert who committed suicide regularly.

The extreme pain and soul-rending sensation after death were utterly foreign to Him—he even felt, for the first time, the emotion of pain.

Bang—

As soon as his head regenerated, Wu Wang fired again.

“Hahahaha! God! I can feel your pain! Your screams!”

Bang—

“You’re not a god at all!”

Bang—

“Humans created so much—they don’t need your false, hypocritical god!”

“…”

Destruction and rebirth repeated within the black barrel of Akana’s gun, as the firing pin hammered relentlessly, growing hot.

Until the last twenty or so bullets were spent, and man and god had died and revived the same number of times, the Yin Yuan God’s spiritual invasion gradually faded into nothingness under the torrent of extreme resentment.

He was about to lose everything He had gained in Yin Yuan Village.

Only then did Wu Wang’s eyes, once filled with madness, return to normal. He twisted his neck and spat contemptuously onto the altar: “God? Hah! How does it feel to be driven out by the very Holy Maidens you looked down upon?”

“A touch of surprise—that’s all.”

The familiar neutral voice appeared abruptly.

He answered Wu Wang’s question.

Wu Wang spun around sharply.

There, standing again on the floor, was Wu Xiaoyou—her hair and eyes once more gray-white.

The Yin Yuan God was still here!

How was this possible?!

All His memories of Yin Yuan Village had been erased by the Memory-Washing Stone! According to the item’s description, He should have been unable to descend here at all!

“Hohoho~”

“Young man, had you no Yin Body, you might have succeeded. But now, the Yin Body is the root anchoring Him here—ordinary methods won’t work.”

“How about this? I’ll help you seal the parasite.”

Before Wu Wang could even consider how to exorcise the Yin Yuan God, a stranger voice came from behind.

Wu Wang turned again to find its source.

He didn’t expect—what he saw shocked him.

Walking from the other end of the corridor was a penguin—wearing a black suit, red tie, leaning on a gold-embossed cane, topped with a half-meter-tall top hat.

Its aesthetic clashed violently with everything around it, and it even seemed to have long eyebrows.

Not only Wu Wang, but even the Yin Yuan God’s mind froze—He had sensed nothing approaching.

Even though the penguin stood right before Him.

He still sensed no presence at all.

“So? Want to make a deal?”

The penguin’s voice held no sharpness or rasp—it sounded like some low-voiced European-American actor just learning Chinese: awkward, yet strangely alluring.

Wu Wang simply could not fathom how a penguin’s mouth structure could produce human speech.

The gentleman penguin’s voice had no sharpness or rasp to it at all, as if some European or American male star with a deep bass had just learned Chinese—awkward yet strangely alluring.

Because Wu Wang simply could not imagine how a penguin’s oral structure could produce human speech.

"Huh? A transaction?"

"Thanks for the invite, but I don't buy Q-coins."

Yin Yuan God: "?"

Gentleman Penguin: "?"