Chapter 48: Thanks for the Invite, But I'm Not Topping Up Q Coins

The Yin Yuan deity said nothing.

Only those grey-white eyes, pupils entirely invisible, stared fixedly at Wu Wang.

After a moment, that ancient-well-without-ripples expression finally produced a faint ripple.

"Thou art truly unique; I cannot discern thy origins, yet thy undying nature is fact."

To be honest, He was indeed somewhat astonished now.

This crazy kid had not been wrong — He was no true god, nor eternally imperishable; in essence, merely a being one tier higher.

Throughout His long ages, He had never seen such a bizarre low-tier being, one who actually possessed an intense undying, imperishable trait.

Not merely toward the flesh — even after He had just crushed and ground the soul to nothing, the other could immediately recover and return to the body.

"Well? Whose body smells better, mine or hers?"

Wu Wang bared his teeth, spread his hands, and struck an embracing pose.

The madness in his eyes made even the Yin Yuan deity feel intense bewilderment.

He actually felt not the slightest fear or dread from the other — there was even a trace of excitement.

Why?

Shouldn't the essence of such a low-tier being be cowardly servility and greedy desire?

"Well spoken. Since thou art willing to bear My glorious might, I shall grant thee this honor." The Yin Yuan deity's voice echoed through the ancestral hall, deafening.

In the blink of an eye, He in midair appeared before Wu Wang, eyes locked in a straight, unblinking stare with him.

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

Thump-thump-thump-thump—

Both his and the Yin Yuan deity-possessed Wu Xiaoyou's heartbeats were quickening, growing ever closer in rhythm.

In the end, the two heartbeats were nearly identical.

Thump—

Hum—

As the final heartbeat sounded, Wu Wang's mind was suddenly flooded by a strange and powerful foreign consciousness; the other was bit by bit stripping away his will and awareness, replacing them with the descending Yin Yuan deity.

After the Yin Yuan deity departed, Wu Xiaoyou's hair and eye color instantly returned to normal; her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"So… so wondrous… thou art truly a gift from the heavens!" From Wu Wang's mouth came the Yin Yuan deity's voice — brimming with divinity, neither male nor female.

But the next second, his expression began to twist savagely again.

Wu Wang clenched his jaw, and his original voice returned, speaking mockingly: "I suddenly regret it. What to do? How about I go die?"

Yin Yuan deity: "?"

He had not expected a mere low-tier being could actually resist Him and stay lucid.

The other's spiritual power seemed to have its own strangeness too — the aura coiled around it was yet another oddity He could not see through.

The key was He hadn't even understood what it meant before a black, lumpy stone came smashing over; Wu Wang tilted his head and caught it between his teeth.

【Memory-Washing Stone — In Use】

【Selecting Target — Yin Yuan Deity】

What he had been waiting for was the moment the other left Wu Xiaoyou's body!

That way, no matter what side effects the stone brought, there was no worry it would hurt Second Sister.

As for himself?

No side effect could hurt him.

Worst case, he'd just go die.

Tick—

In his mind, Wu Wang struggled against the Yin Yuan deity's erosion, and for some reason Yuan Shen had not leapt out to help at the first moment.

Instead, once the Memory-Washing Stone activated, he suddenly felt his spiritual platform clear by quite a bit.

It was like a single drop of water falling onto the still, ancient-well spring deep in Dashan — ripples spreading outward in rings; that faint yet pleasant-to-the-point-of-calming-the-soul tick-tick sound gradually drowned out the struggle between the one man and one god.

【Please select the portion of the Yin Yuan deity's memory】

Many fragments suddenly appeared before Wu Wang.

These contained the other's memories of descending so-called divine miracles in various places — not just Yin Yuan Village, but also a great many locations that, to Wu Wang, didn't seem like places that existed in reality.

There was a great zombie tomb full of maimed, incomplete corpses with iron-green faces; merfolk living deep in the sea with fish heads but human legs; and a gloomy place resembling the ghost city of Fengdu, with drifting souls.

They were all part of the Yin Yuan deity's arrangement.

The other sought among these myriad locales a place where a god could descend.

Now, He had found one.

"Hehehe… I found it too…"

Wu Wang cackled and selected all the memories in the other's mind concerning Yin Yuan Village.

According to the Memory-Washing Stone's description, once this segment of memory was erased, the fact that He had devoured the Holy Maiden's resentful energy and the villagers' souls to enable His descent would also dissipate.

In serious cases, arrangements in other places might be affected too.

Swish—

A tide of extreme resentful energy surged from the Memory-Washing Stone, scouring Wu Wang's brain.

A trace of bewilderment also passed through the Yin Yuan deity's spirit — He seemed to sense that He was losing something.

"Excuse me… do gods feel pain too?" Wu Wang suddenly said out of nowhere.

He pointed the muzzle of his gun at his own head.

Bang—

Fresh-squeezed watermelon juice splattered across the ancestral hall.

The next second, his skull and spirit restored themselves, but in the instant his head was blown off, the Yin Yuan Great God within his mind suffered a massive impact.

Now that It shared one body with Wu Wang, all Its senses naturally synchronized and were shared.

But It was not a pervert who frequently committed suicide.

That extreme pain and the tearing sensation after soul death made It extremely uncomfortable, even making It feel the emotion of pain for a rare time.

Bang—

As soon as the skull restored, Wu Wang fired another shot.

"Hahahaha! Great God! I can feel your pain! Your wails!"

Bang—

"You are not a god at all!"

Bang—

"Humans have created many things; they do not need hypocritical fake gods like you!"

"..."

Destruction and rebirth repeated within the dark barrel of the Arcane gun, as the firing pin struck and heated endlessly.

Until the remaining twenty or so bullets in the magazine were exhausted, and one man and one god had died repeatedly the same number of times, the Yin Yuan Great God's mental invasion gradually faded into nothingness under the scouring of extreme resentment.

It was about to lose everything it had gained from the Yin Yuan Village.

Wu Wang's eyes, already filled with madness, finally gradually returned to normal; he twisted his neck and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the offering table with extreme rudeness, saying, "God? Hah! How does it feel to be driven away by the unwillingness of those holy maidens you looked down upon?"

"A slight surprise, but that is all."

That familiar neutral voice appeared extremely abruptly.

It answered Wu Wang's question.

He turned his head sharply.

He suddenly discovered that Wu Xiaoyou had stood up from the ground again, her hair and eye color turning gray-white once more.

The Yin Yuan Great God is still here!

How is this possible!

Everything about the Yin Yuan Village had been erased by the Memory-Washing Stone! According to the item description, it should have been completely impossible to descend here!

"Ho ho ho~"

"Young man, without a Yin Body, you might have succeeded, but now the Yin Body has become the source where it takes root here; ordinary methods will not work."

"How about this, let us make a deal."

"Shall I help you seal this parasite?"

Before Wu Wang could finish thinking about how to exorcise the Yin Yuan Great God, an even more bizarre voice came from behind.

Wu Wang searched for the source again.

Not looking, one wouldn't know; looking, one gets a fright.

Walking out from the other end of the corridor was a penguin wearing a black suit with a red tie, leaning on a gold-embossed gentleman's cane, with a half-meter-high top hat perched on its head—

A penguin!

Its art style suddenly clashed with everything around it; it looked like a Long-Eyebrowed Penguin.

Let alone Wu Wang, even the Yin Yuan Great God's mind stalled for a moment, because It felt no approach from anything.

Even though the penguin stood right in front.

It still could not sense its existence.

"How about it? Do you need to make a deal?"

The voice from the gentleman penguin's mouth had no sharp or hoarse quality at all; it sounded as if some deep-voiced Western male star had just learned Chinese, awkward yet carrying a hint of eeriness.

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

"Huh? A deal?"

"Thanks for the invite, I don't recharge Q coins."

Yin Yuan Great God: "?"

Gentleman Penguin: "?"