Chapter 173.1: He Must Be a Righteous God

In truth, the old man in scholar’s robes possessed tremendous strength, capable of annihilating a god in a single flick. Nevertheless, when visiting the god of Clearwater Village, his attitude was exceptionally respectful.

"Nangong Wujin of Feihuang City seeks an audience with the Lord God!" the old man declared.

Qi Yuan, who had been burying his head in food, glanced at Nangong Wujin. "You're here to eat too? Come, sit down. Eat whatever you like."

Nangong Wujin looked at Qi Yuan with a flicker of surprise. The lack of divinity emanating from Qi Yuan suggested that his rank was very low.

"Then I shall not refuse such kindness," Nangong Wujin said, walking over.

Huang Mengying followed with a face full of curiosity. Aside from wondering how the new god killed Stone Village’s god, she was also puzzled by how a god could dine with ordinary mortals. After all, she had seen many gods before. Even the less powerful ones still carried themselves with lofty arrogance, unwilling to share a table with mortals.

Without wasting any time, the villagers brought out chairs and set out bowls and chopsticks. They all stared curiously at the duo, who were big figures from the city.

Huang Mengying couldn't help asking, "Are you a newly born god, my lord?"

If she remembered correctly, the god of Clearwater Village was a Dogtail Grass God.

"You could say that," Qi Yuan replied, fully focused on eating.

Back in the Canglan World, he no longer needed to eat, and no matter how exquisite the food was, it all tasted the same. Yet when he ate at this village banquet, he somehow rediscovered the taste of childhood. Perhaps it was age.

Nangong Wujin asked, "Why did you suddenly kill Stone Village's new god, Venerable?"

Generally speaking, any god could be addressed as Venerable. And for Nangong Wujin to use this title was a form of courtesy, like calling an assistant director “Director.”

Huang Mengying was equally puzzled. The few ancient gods left in Feihuang City scarcely dared to provoke new gods anymore, and those who dared to strike were even rarer.

Qi Yuan said as if stating a self-evident truth, happily eating away, "I just got here and was hungry. My territory is poor. Shake it like a pouch and all you’ll hear is jingling. What do you do when you're hungry? You can’t just rob others, right? That’d make you a bandit. Then it occurred to me: when someone dies, don't they hold a feast? With

lots

of food? So I killed their god, and now they're holding a feast. See? My thinking was correct."

Nangong Wujin froze. Huang Mengying was completely at a loss. This reason sounded utterly absurd.

Naturally, Huang Mengying didn't believe it. "Venerable One, killing Stone Village's evil god may provoke the evil god of Gale Wind Town."

Since Stone Village fell under Gale Wind Town, their two evil gods stood in a superior-subordinate relationship.

Qi Yuan said indifferently, "So be it."

After several days of feasting, his hunger had gradually faded. Time to dine some more. By that, he meant killing monsters.

Sorrow was evident on Huang Mengying’s face. "The Gale Wind Town’s god far surpasses Stone Village's god in cultivation. Sir Nangong Wujin was injured by that very evil god."

Qi Yuan eyed the old scholar.

[Nangong Wujin - Divine Creature, Level 82]

Qi Yuan asked eagerly, "Not bad. You're qualified to blow the suona for me. My band is still missing one person, do you want to join?"

By Canglan World standards, Nangong Wujin was a late-stage Violet Palace. Who would’ve thought he’d randomly run into a late-stage Violet Palace cultivator mooching food at a village banquet? Back in the Great Shang Kingdom, he barely encountered any despite having traveled far and wide. This world held far more than met the eye.

Nangong Wujin didn't quite understand Qi Yuan's words and could only smile awkwardly. "What Miss Huang says is true. By killing the evil god, you have completely offended the evil god faction. It may not be long before their minions come knocking."

Huang Mengying said, "I am the daughter of Feihuang City’s lord. Venerable One, you might want to leave Clearwater Village and come to Feihuang City. I can build you a temple and erect a divine statue."

She wasn’t just trying to recruit Qi Yuan, she was also trying to save his life. After what he had done, he would be hunted down by the new gods the instant he stepped outside.

Qi Yuan waved his hand dismissively. "No need. There’s no need to discuss this further. I won’t leave Clearwater Village.”

His mission was to protect Clearwater Village. Leaving was out of the question.

Huang Mengying sighed softly, knowing she couldn't persuade him. Well, she had already explained the severity of the situation. If he refused to listen, there was nothing she could do. She could only lament that Feihuang City's strength was still too weak. Otherwise, how could new gods run so rampant?

Qi Yuan picked a piece of food for Nangong Wujin. "Here. This is a pig's ear. Try some."

Nangong Wujin smiled and declined. "I don't eat meat."

Qi Yuan paused. "Are you a monk? No, your hair's pretty thick... So, a vegetarian?"

Nangong Wujin didn't quite understand Qi Yuan's phrasing. "I am a believer of the No-Food Goddess."

Seeing Qi Yuan's puzzled face, Huang Mengying explained, "The No-Food Goddess is a powerful ancient god. She believes humans are pure at birth but become tainted as they walk through the world. The food we eat, spiritual energy we cultivate, even the air we breathe—everything harms and pollutes the body. Only by abstaining from food and severing oneself from heaven and earth can one forge a true, glass-like physique of the self."

Qi Yuan didn't know how to respond. "This No-Food Goddess sounds like she’s got a screw loose."

Nangong Wujin didn’t get angry. Almost no one approved of his faith anyway. Besides, he wasn’t truly abstaining from food.

In the end, Huang Mengying ate quite a lot, while Nangong Wujin only drank some water.

When the feast finally ended, Huang Mengying said, "Venerable One, if you ever encounter difficulties, you may come to Feihuang City. Our gates will always be open to you."

Qi Yuan nodded, committing her words to memory. "

Mm

."

After seeing Huang Mengying and Nangong Wujin off, Qi Yuan remained seated. "So, whose feast are we holding tomorrow?"

The burly man, Wang Chongshan, immediately replied, "Lord God, Shi Gangqiang."

Qi Yuan waved his hand. "

Mhm.

Make it grand."

𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Wang Chongshan appeared troubled. "Our village's pork is running low."

Several pigs had already been slaughtered during these past days of nonstop feasting. Furthermore, hundreds of people were feasting daily, making it lavish. The stored grains were still plentiful, but the pigs were almost gone.

"No pigs left?" Qi Yuan frowned. "Which nearby village has the most pigs?"

***

Murmurs echoed in Gale Wind Town.

A noble-looking man in silk and brocade asked, "Lord Sarwolf, could you not capture Nangong Wujin?"

The divine statue inside the temple opened its eyes. "He is strong. Although he escaped, I have gravely injured him. Within three years, he won't be able to fight powerful opponents."

The wealthy man's face lit up. "As expected of Lord Sarwolf."

Sarwolf asked, "When will you welcome that Venerable One's descent?"

He was referring to a new True God.

The wealthy man appeared troubled. "Feihuang City is still under the city lord's control. We also don't know whether Ancient God Yuan is still alive. This matter requires careful planning."

"You all have to be faster." Sarwolf said, his voice tinged with impatience.

The wealthy man's heart tightened. "Rest assured, my lord! Within three years, we will certainly guide the new god into this world."

"Too slow," Sarwolf muttered. "Far too slow."

The wealthy man dared not respond. Inwardly, he complained,

If you think it's slow, why don't you just storm Feihuang City yourself?

Of course, he didn't say that aloud and thought of something else. "Recently, we received a command. A woman connected to an ancient god has wandered into the area near Gale Wind Town. We ask my lord to take action and capture her."

"An ancient god? Which one?"

"I don't know. Possibly, a True God."

"A True God?" Sarwolf's gaze flickered. "I'll remember that. What's her name? What does she look like?"

"Her name is Qi Qi. This is her portrait."