The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 371 - 174: If The Public Does Not Give Up_1

Chapter 371: Chapter 174: If The Public Does Not Give Up_1

"Joining the feast?" Qi Yuan asked Qi Qi.

Qi Qi was slightly taken aback.

Struggling to keep up with the conversation.

"...Yes," she hesitated, then answered earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan’s expression changed, "Such deep scheming, traveling thousands of miles from Tianfu just to eat pig’s head in Qingshui Village!"

Qi Qi: "???"

She was thoroughly bewildered.

"I didn’t come for the pig’s head."

"Didn’t you just say you wanted to join in the feast?" Qi Yuan quickly retorted.

"I..."

"So what did you come here for?" Qi Yuan interrupted her.

"I came for the object inside the deity..." Qi Qi started and then suddenly realized.

Nearly tricked into confessing.

The man in front of her was undoubtedly a deity.

A few simple sentences from him almost led her to reveal her true intentions.

But then she remembered that there was no need to hide her true intentions, so she said: "Great God, I came here for an object inside the deity."

After Qi Qi finished, the villagers of Qingshui Village looked at each other in amazement.

The deity seems to be missing.

"Let’s have the feast first, we’ll talk later." Qi Yuan kicked the pig under his feet.

With a shriek, the pig was kicked into the hands of Wang Zhongshan.

Qi Qi was speechless.

Xiao Xue, the maid next to her, held another pig in her hand.

The villagers were too few, so they left it to her.

She now looked wronged: "Miss, what should we do?"

This was the first time that she, a young maid, had to handle a pig.

"Join the feast."

...

In the large pot, the water was boiling, and heat blasted into the air.

The large pieces of pork were irresistibly fragrant, and the smell permeated the entire village.

Qi Yuan waved his hand grandly: "Wang Zhongshan, call over the mourning team from Shijia Village.

The crying here is so contrived, it’s not interesting."

Wang Zhongshan next to him was stunned, then quickly nodded: "Okay, Great God, I’ll call them over right away."

Seeing this, Shentu couldn’t help but say: "We people of Qingshui Village can also mourn!"

Qi Yuan gave Shentu a glance: "Never mind, the people of your Qingshui Village are too insincere in their mourning."

Qi Yuan then glanced at Chen Xifan from Chenxi Village, showing a look of approval: "The chef of your village is good, he knows how to prepare a feast and is better than Shijia Village."

At Qi Yuan’s words, Chen Xifan stooped over: "I will prepare feasts for the revered one every day."

Today, the mighty deity of Qingshui Village had come to their Chenxi Village.

The god they believe in saw some fat meat coming and went directly to greet it excitedly.

The result was awful, directly beheaded with a sword.

The guards of the temple in Chenxi Village also transformed into divine evils, but Qi Yuan killed them one by one.

Except for a few villagers who resisted desperately, most people chose to protect themselves.

Their forced worship of the new god had long been a source of resentment in their hearts, but they had no power to resist.

Towards Qi Yuan, the people of Chenxi Village were both fearful and grateful.

Continue the feast, continue the feast.

As the fatty pork was served, everyone present became increasingly hungry.

The village chief of Qingshui Village, Yu Lei, and the priest, Shentu, sat together, accompanied by a fat man and a skinny man.

"Ziyuan Tianshun, is our village’s Guardian God, but... the people of Shijia Village are just too fawning." The skinny man said, his voice filled with a hint of jealousy.

"Alas, it’s all my fault. I wanted to sell the deity figure for money and completely offended the revered one." The fat man looked troubled.

In the past, after the battle with Shijia Village ended, Qingshui Village had already been dealt a fatal blow.

The fat man, who used to be chubby, was on the brink of starvation.

The deity figure in the temple served no purpose, so it was reasonable to sell it.

"Aren’t we, the villagers, supposed to be the limbs of the gods?

The Guardian God of our village is a bit too...outrageous.

Whatever the matter, they always take the lead, drawing their sword and charging in!

Isn’t that way too dangerous?" The skinny man said anxiously.

This was like a country’s king fighting on the front lines faster than the soldiers.

The villagers were shocked to their core.

If something happened to their god, their Qingshui Village would be finished.

"It’s all because we are too weak!" Village chief Yu Lei drew on his cigar, exhaling puffs of smoke.

The people present fell silent, their faces slightly embarrassed.

Indeed, they were too weak to provide any assistance to the gods.

If they were all powerful, they wouldn’t have to worry about being overlooked.

"Our strength is not up to par, we can’t mourn well, and even our cooking skills for the feast are inferior to Chenxi Village." Priest Shentu couldn’t help but comment.

The people present looked helpless. By rights, they were the direct lineal of Ziyuan Tianshun, but... they ate feasts every day.

Feasting was good, but without self-improvement, they were inevitably falling behind.

"Unfortunately, we are too weak to reciprocate the Great God.

With the great changes in the world today, it’s hard for the gods to reshape their physical forms." Village chief Yu Lei spoke with a hesitant look in his face.

After the great changes in the world, the ancient gods could no longer reshape their forms and reach the realm of a True God.

Thus, many ancient gods took no real interest in managing their territories.

Otherwise, in the ancient years, the stronger a territory’s villagers were, the stronger their gods would be too.

"Do you think, if we were to adopt the way of the new gods, allowing our Great God to incorporate us, would our Great God become stronger?" The fat man suddenly asked.

New gods were stronger than ancient gods. Firstly, the new gods were continuously emerging.

Secondly, the new gods would incorporate villagers, integrating them into one entity.

Just like the divine evils of Shijia Village, if the Evil God were still alive, they would eventually become temple guards and a part of the Evil God, completely losing their own consciousness.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Those are deeds of the Evil God, moreover, we don’t have the ability to control this power." Priest Shentu retorted.

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