Chapter 544: Born a Saint?

Ding! You carefully listen to Lion Ridge Mountain God Zhang Deben silently chanting the divine technique: Persuade to do good, congratulations on obtaining the reward: Divine Technique: Persuade to do good 【Entry Level】!

Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the divine technique, the divine technique column is opening!

Two mechanical, cold sounds rang out in his mind one after another, and Wang Ping'an's face showed undisguised joy.

As his uncle said, he knows a divine technique that can make people do good deeds.

He was especially curious about what use his uncle's divine technique, Persuade to do good, had.

If he learns it and uses this divine technique to turn a long-time evildoer into a good person, would he gain merit? As the saying goes: Persuade to do good, merit is boundless.

If the other person, under the influence of his divine technique, does a good deed, could he also incidentally gain some merit?

Never expected.

He attentively listened to his uncle's muttering of this divine technique, and he actually learned it.

"Since I've secretly learned this divine technique, I'll give it a try to see if it's as I guessed!"

Wang Ping'an suppressed the excitement in his heart; if this divine technique were as powerful as he guessed...

From then on, he wouldn't need to slay demons and eliminate monsters anymore; just staying at home without going out would earn him an unknown amount of merit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhang Guilian beside his uncle, and his eyes lit up instantly.

This makes a perfect test subject!

Divine Technique: Persuade to do good!

Wang Ping'an's heart stirred; preparing to use this divine technique on Zhang Guilian while his uncle and others nearby weren't paying attention, his heart stirred again, and before the divine technique could be unleashed, a mechanical, cold voice immediately sounded in his mind.

Ding! Lack of incense, the divine technique Persuade to do good cannot be used!

After hearing the mechanical, cold voice in his mind, Wang Ping'an's joy instantly froze, and he frowned, saying:

"What the hell is this incense? Without it, the divine technique can't be used, so my secretly learned divine technique Persuade to do good is just wasted learning, right?"

Just as Wang Ping'an was thinking whether to give up this divine technique Persuade to do good and earn merit peacefully as before, or look for an opportunity to see if—no, to be precise, to find a way to obtain incense, then try this divine technique later to see if it's as powerful as he guessed.

Huh?

Wang Ping'an suddenly felt as if an indescribable evil spirit was attacking him; his consciousness immediately detached from that paper person, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a Mountain God Temple.

Unlike his uncle's Mountain God Temple, this Mountain God before him appeared extraordinarily magnificent; he glanced around, puzzled as to why he had inexplicably appeared in this eerie place, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that the Mountain God statue in the temple was very familiar.

It was Qi Wenshan, who had just died miserably under his flying sword!

"Qi Wenshan?"

Wang Ping'an frowned slightly; just as he began to think, not long after, a flash of inspiration passed through his mind, recalling the wooden figurine Qi Wenshan had given him not long ago, he mused:

"Is there something strange about that wooden figurine?"

"Child, seeing this god, why don't you kneel down quickly?"

A voice like thunder, full of majesty, sounded in the Mountain God Temple; immediately after, the Mountain God statue—more precisely, Qi Wenshan's statue—seemed to come alive, opened its eyes, shot a divine light from its eyes, looked down on Wang Ping'an from above, appearing extremely imposing and domineering.

"Are you talking to Young Master?"

Wang Ping'an said in a hostile tone.

He didn't know what method Qi Wenshan used, but he knew it was definitely heretical. When Qi Wenshan was alive, he never took him seriously; a single Myriad Sword Art would have been enough to take his life.

Now that Qi Wenshan is dead, he is likely a wandering ghost, yet he dares to put on the airs of a Mountain God in front of him.

Does he think this will scare him?

He could only say that Qi Wenshan didn't die enough; even if his soul had luckily escaped the first death, he should have fled as far as possible.

How dare he still have the guts to act against him?

All that can be said is...

Qi Wenshan doesn't even know how to write the word 'death'!

"Bold..."

Qi Wenshan gave a cold snort, glared at Wang Ping'an, about to put on the airs of a Mountain God, but then realized, looking at Wang Ping'an before him, his face and eyes full of panic, he suppressed his inner fear and shouted:

"What monster are you?"

Not long ago.

He lured Zhang Guilian into taking the bait, letting Zhang Guilian scheme against Zhang Deben, filling the Mountain God Temple with the bewitching incense he had prepared; even if Zhang Deben had just become the Lion Ridge Mountain God, or even if he had served as Lion Ridge Mountain God for years, under so much bewitching incense he would still be like fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

Just as he was about to use sorcery—no, divine technique—to seize Zhang Deben's position as Lion Ridge Mountain God.

This novel you have arrived

Never would have thought.

A mysterious person would suddenly appear, not saying much, and launch a deadly attack on him; even if he exerted all his strength, before this mysterious person he would have no power to resist; he didn't understand how Zhang Deben knew such a terrifying mysterious person, knowing he was no match for the other party.

Just as he was preparing to find an opportunity to escape!

Never expected...

His own proud escape technique, before that mysterious person, turned out to be utterly useless, and the opponent easily discovered its flaw.

One sword took his life!

Fortunately.

He understood a principle: a cunning rabbit has three burrows; long ago he had infiltrated a wisp of his soul into a wooden figurine, namely the one he gave Wang Ping'an; he saw Wang Ping'an's extraordinariness, and who let him, while carving the Mountain God statue for Zhang Deben, hear about Wang Ping'an being contested.

It's hard not to understand Wang Ping'an!

He wanted to lure Wang Ping'an into becoming his fervent follower; after becoming the Lion Ridge Mountain God, many things would be inconvenient for him to do himself, so he needed a large number of fervent followers to do things for him.

Never anticipated.

He hadn't yet lured the newborn Wang Ping'an, just a few months old, into becoming his fervent follower when he encountered misfortune; he no longer considered luring Wang Ping'an into becoming his fervent follower—not because he had given up on becoming a god, but because his current top priority was to come back to life.

Coincidentally.

What he studied was heresy—no, should say divine technique—there is a method of borrowing a corpse to return the soul.

He planned to borrow Wang Ping'an's corpse to live another life; once he gradually recovered his magical power, he would then settle scores with Zhang Deben and even the mysterious person.

How would I know?

A baby only a few months old can actually speak?

How could he not be shocked!

"Freak, you damn well are the freak, your whole family are freaks! I, the young master, am a natural-born saint!"

Wang Ping'an burst out cursing, looking at Qi Wenshan, whose eyes could not hide his panic, and said with a smile:

"Speak, you dragged me to this damned place—what evil are you planning?"

(End of chapter)