Chapter 50: Raising a Deity!

Within Liangzhou Realm of the Great Yan State, atop Sword of Calamity Mountain.

Jiang Ningan, clad in snow-white robes, possessed a graceful bearing, resembling a celestial maiden walking the mortal world.

At this moment, she held the latest issue of the Heavenly Secrets List; upon seeing the top of the Ascending Dragon List, her eyebrows and eyes showed not the slightest surprise, for this aligned perfectly with her expectations.

"In Yunzhou, at the Tiger Fierce Gate? It is quite a distance from Liangzhou, yet to be mixed with such lowly scum, no wonder he was unwilling to mention it to me," Jiang Ningan, her features as painted as a picture, murmured softly to herself.

As she muttered, the young girl's gaze unconsciously drifted toward the first place in the Cauldron column of the composition section; immediately, something occurred to her mind, her face flushed slightly, and she spat lightly.

"Is this the genius you spoke of?" Suddenly, a calm voice appeared invisibly behind Jiang Ningan; Liu Qingmeng gazed at the book in Jiang Ningan's hands and spoke slowly.

"Master." Hearing the voice behind her, Jiang Ningan closed the book, turned around, and greeted respectfully.

"Her talent is indeed not bad, but who knows how her willpower is; if she possesses only pure talent, she can only stop at the Third Turn." Liu Qingmeng evaluated objectively.

After all, once reaching the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm, a martial artist is itself a synonym for miracle; innate deficiencies can be compensated by postnatal efforts, and pure aptitude cannot rule everything.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingmeng laughed helplessly: "However, a future destined Third Turn powerhouse is already enough to make those fellows unable to sit still; very well, I shall personally visit those fellows' sects."

"At least to prevent those elders of the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm from bullying the young."

Having spoken, Liu Qingmeng's figure slowly vanished, leaving only the lingering echo to reverberate in this valley.

Inside the main hall of the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Ye Yonglie sat upright in a large armchair, his gaze sweeping over the gathered disciples.

All disciples who appeared yesterday had been forcibly gathered; although no one spoke, the shocked looks exchanged between them had already exposed many issues.

In just a few glances exchanged, they had already understood among themselves the purpose of this gathering.

"I think you all know why I called you here." Ye Yonglie lifted the warm tea set and took a light sip.

"The reason for gathering you all this time concerns Young Master Fang." Ye Yonglie spoke in a calm tone: "I will not speak unnecessary words; I have officially recognized Young Master Fang as a deity."

Upon hearing these words, everyone was first startled, then a sense of inevitability rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Such methods of creating gods are widely circulated; almost every martial artist famous on the Hidden Dragon and Ascending Dragon Lists possesses their own large group of believers.

Regardless of whether the underlying nature of those members on the lists is evil, righteous, greedy, arrogant, lustful, or ugly...

As long as one possesses power to make a name, fanatical believers will naturally pour in endlessly from all over the world, attempting to worship the god.

Legend has it that since the first Great Yan Divine Lord emerged, he has had no equal, walking from one myth to another; the believers beneath him seem to number in the hundreds of millions, and all former citizens of the Great Yan State were once his fanatical followers.

And the most difficult points of this god-creation method are two.

The first is to maintain the god's image of invincibility; the second is to meet the god and have the god allow your service.

And Fang Can's battle record is so terrifying, his future is destined to be boundless; if one does not invest now, what is one waiting for?

"Mas... Master..." One disciple nearby stepped forward and said: "I also want to worship Young Master Fang as a god; I want to improve so much."

"Yes, Master, I know what you gathered us for; isn't it just to fear we will report you?"

One of the disciples spoke with righteous conviction: "Is it not good for us to keep the secret together, to worship Young Master Fang as a god together, and to grow alongside the god?"

As he spoke, the other disciples inwardly agreed.

Think of the benefits of being the first followers, the servants of the god walking the human world...

"Impudent! What status do you hold to be worthy of growing alongside a god?"

Yan Zhi stepped out and directly interrupted their fantasies: "Coming with interests, with impure thoughts, even if you worship a god, there will be no gain."

"You can deceive others, but do not deceive yourselves; you lot, who usually practice martial arts with divided hearts, slacking and cheating, worshipping gods and practicing martial arts are just empty talk; no matter how hard you try, it is merely self-deception and speculation."

Yan Zhi's tone carried strong contempt, full of disdain for these disciples.

Having lived together for so long, did he not yet understand their nature?

Ye Yonglie is stuck at the sixth level of the Profound Threshold because no matter how hard he tries, his aptitude ceiling is only the sixth level, so he needs to rely on other means to improve.

But these disciples usually slack off, practicing martial arts just to get by; they haven't even reached their own talent ceiling yet, yet they attempt to take the wrong path.

Such trash are all small fry that would be instantly washed out upon entering the River of Counterflow.

Worshipping a god requires abandoning everything of oneself and viewing the god's commands as the only truth; yet these people cannot even hold onto their own selves, so why worship a god?

If the god commanded you to enter Tsinghua University, a true fanatical believer would only study hard; even if they cannot pass, they would strive with all their might; this is the true meaning of worshipping a god; as for these disciples...

Amidst the scolding of Yan Zhi, the eldest senior brother, these disciples all lowered their heads, somewhat unwilling, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

But immediately, they heard Yan Zhi's words soften: "Although your nature is stubborn and unbearable, it is not impossible to change; it only requires us to guide and transform you a little."

"Innate inferior roots can be compensated by postnatal efforts; although your thoughts are currently impure, you can absolutely become devout step by step by chanting the name of Fang Tian Di."

"Since that is the case, let us begin with the first step; everyone, sit cross-legged with me, and together let us chant the name of our Lord, Fang Tian Di."

Yan Zhi's words seemed to carry some unknown magic; the disciples on both sides subconsciously wanted to follow his words to act, to worship the god.

Yuan Dang watched this scene, a strange feeling rising in his heart, as if...

'Not good, it is a Heart Illusion!' Almost instantly, Yuan Dang bit his tongue; the intense pain made him come to his senses.

Feeling his state of mind waver with Yan Zhi's words, a great sense of dread rose within him; this was actually using a Heart Illusion to influence the minds of the disciples present.

This Heart Illusion influence was not strong, similar to psychological suggestion, so ordinary disciples could not detect it.

Sitting down with all the other disciples, watching them chant the great name of Fang Tian Di in unison, a chill rose from Yuan Dang's heart.

'Something is wrong, completely wrong; the future has been thoroughly changed; in the previous life, at this time, Fang Tian Di should already be trapped in a bitter battle, but now...'

While maintaining a calm mind, the sound of everyone present chanting Fang Can's name rose in unison, gradually becoming solemn.

'But where is Fang Can now?' Yuan Dang wondered in his heart.

What he did not know at all was that in Ye Qingshi's boudoir, Fang Can, looking at the young girl bound hand and foot by the Hall Master Ye, had a somewhat dazed expression.

(End of Chapter)