Chapter 116: You Also Don't Want the God to Suffer

Da da da di da da!

Dulu lu lu lu lu...

In the distance, people and horses surged; a procession of several thousand was marching here, blowing suonas.

The music was mournful, sorrowful, and solemn, like a funeral procession, carrying heavy grief.

"The Divine Lord must have already beaten that little thief Fang Can to his knees by now."

On a brown-red steed, the man who was Wan Chenyu's number-one fan leader smiled.

Another martial artist nearby shook his head and laughed: "It must be so. That little thief Fang Can has practiced martial arts for barely a month; how could he possibly oppose the power of a god?"

"I think this is making a mountain out of a molehill. He's just a genius; is it worth us traveling all the way from the Capital to here?"

"Ah, speak carefully. The Divine Lord's thoughts are beyond our comprehension; we only need to execute orders."

The martial artists chatted and laughed all the way; as they approached, looking at Fang Can's procession in the distance, the fan leader at the head frowned and said, "Why is this procession so calm?"

This was not the first time Wan Chenyu had destroyed others' faith in their gods.

Every previous time a god was destroyed, the believers had been like those mourning their parents, looking as if their fathers and mothers had died; why was it so quiet this time?

"Could something unexpected have happened?" a martial artist beside him said.

"Impossible!" the middle-aged martial artist at the head frowned and said, "Let me go up and take a look."

As he spoke, seemingly dissatisfied with how slow the horse beneath him was, he flipped off the mount and approached the opposing divine procession amidst the gale.

But as he drew nearer, his mood grew increasingly heavy, because hanging from a flagpole in the distance were four martial artists dried like cured pork.

Three of them, judging by their appearance, were fellow devotees of his own god, looking listless and despondent.

Only the fourth person's face was sunken, his features completely unrecognizable.

'This must be Divine Lord's friend Li Xiangyang,' the man hoped in his heart, yet a bad feeling had already risen from the depths of his mind.

Wan Chenyu, referred to as Li Xiangyang by those beneath him, now had eyes that had burst, seeing no images at all, yet the sound of the suona from afar terrified him to the extreme.

How could someone as arrogant as he endure such humiliation?

Some people in the present world would even confess to crimes just to protect their browsing history.

And if Wan Chenyu, so arrogant, were seen by his believers in this utterly wretched state, it would be even more painful than killing them.

"The divine procession ahead, halt! I am a believer beneath Divine Lord Wan Chenyu; may I ask where my god has gone?"

A familiar voice came from not far away, causing Wan Chenyu's heart to stop at that moment, giving him the feeling of being caught in an affair.

"Wait, the child on the sedan chair, what you hold in your hand is my Lord's divine artifact! What have you done to my Lord!"

"Fang Shaoxia Li, why are you standing with Fang Can's procession as well?"

Amidst the pitch darkness, the questioning and interrogating voices struck Wan Chenyu's soul like heavy hammers; the boomerang he had thrown earlier now struck him squarely on the forehead.

At this moment, the balance of offense and defense had shifted.

'Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, just leave quickly, let it be a misunderstanding...'

Wan Chenyu had already begun to pray in his heart, but how could worldly affairs go as he wished?

"Oh... do you really not know where your Divine Lord is?"

Beside Wan Chenyu's ear, Fang Can's teasing voice came: "Or are you deceiving yourself, thinking that piece of cured pork doesn't count as your master?"

"Damn it! Godless heretic, how dare you insult my Lord like this!"

Beside Wan Chenyu's ear, accompanied by the believer's furious roar, a dull thud sounded the very next second.

Based on his martial arts experience, he could judge that it was his believer attempting to jump forward to rescue him, only to be knocked to the ground by a martial artist.

"You came knocking on our door, yet you speak as if I am bullying you; now you're playing the victim?"

Fang Can's reckless and arrogant voice came through the darkness; that arrogance which should have belonged to him now sounded unbearably grating.

"What's wrong? This is a fair duel. Do you want to take your master back?"

The chanting and reciting around them continued, and the suona in the distance grew louder and louder; suddenly, Wan Chenyu heard a bang.

In reality, Fang Can looked with some astonishment at the middle-aged man kneeling on both knees.

"I beg Fang Shaoxia Fang to spare my Lord."

The middle-aged man knelt on both knees and said earnestly, "I and all of my Lord's believers are willing to suffer in his place; we only beg for your forgiveness."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man bowed his head and struck it against the ground several times with loud thuds right before Fang Can's eyes.

Those who worship gods stake everything they have on their deities.

This is a conviction even firmer than vows of eternal love; no matter how broken the deity becomes, those who believe in gods can only walk this path to the end.

If they break their oath, at best their Dao heart shatters and they become mad, and at worst their entire cultivation is utterly ruined.

Therefore, at this moment when Wan Chenyu was captured, the middle-aged believer unhesitatingly cast aside his own dignity to beg Fang Can.

Because for those who worship gods, everything of the deity surpasses oneself.

"Tsk, boring." Fang Can's originally interested gaze turned calm.

Looking at the man kneeling on the ground with a detached expression, Fang Can said, "Your god isn't doing this for the first time, is he?"

The man paused, wanting to say something, yet unable to refute.

Seeing the speechless believer, Fang Can understood clearly and said calmly, "In that case, when other god-believers knelt before you, how did you treat them?"

While the two conversed, the believers in the distance had already noticed the situation here; at least dozens of Heart-Image martial artists were charging over.

Looking disdainfully at the Heart-Image martial artists in the distance, Fang Can waved his hand dismissively and said, "Leave these guys to you."

Speaking thus, Fang Can pointed at the hanging Wan Chenyu and said, "If they dare to act rashly, just beat the god directly; hit them until they're smoking."

As he spoke, Fang Can turned and walked into the sedan chair; his originally good mood had been spoiled by these guys.

He had expected a fight where fists met flesh, but they knelt and begged for mercy upon meeting; who are they trying to disgust with this act of playing the victim?

Watching the figure disappear behind the curtain, Ye Yonglie couldn't help but sigh, "The Lord still lacks experience in the Jianghu; he is too merciful."

"In that case, since the Jianghu is treacherous, let us do what the gods cannot bear to do." Ye Yonglie said, looking at the kneeling heretic, "

"My god has already beaten the Evil God to his knees. There is absolutely no way we will release you before entering the capital, but this is only the beginning."

As he spoke the last words, Ye Yonglie smiled, "You wouldn't want your god to suffer even more painful treatment, would you?"

"In that case, contribute your indulgences, Wu Gong manuals, mental cultivation methods, farmland, and land deeds."

As he said this, amidst the heretic's humiliating gaze, Ye Yonglie smiled, "If you do not agree, I cannot guarantee what treatment your god will receive."

"I... I understand." Facing coercion, the heretic was forced to lower his head.

(End of this chapter)