Chapter 103 - 103 103 My Lord, You Are My God (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

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Chapter 103: Chapter 103: My Lord, You Are My God (Requesting Monthly Tickets) Chapter 103: Chapter 103: My Lord, You Are My God (Requesting Monthly Tickets) Golden light intertwined, forming the figure of a person out of the tiny characters “Chen Yuan” one by one. Without facial features, the golden silhouette nonetheless rippled with a breath of awe-inspiring pressure. Gongsun Yang’s eyes were filled with disbelief, and with a “swish,” he stood up from his chair. “How is this possible?” “It’s done just like that?” “My scroll has just been written, it hasn’t even become village gossip yet, how could it...” He started with disbelief, then became so excited that he was almost tongue-tied. The storyteller lineage cultivated in very special ways. This side branch wandered everywhere, seeing different people and events, writing books and scrolls to spread the stories of those they believed had immense potential. When people read or heard about these stories, they would imagine and resonate with the characters, which would then generate incense, or what was termed human Tao Qi, that would spiritualize and embody the characters from the books based on their own ideas. In simpler terms, these storytellers aimed to spread tales of astonishingly brilliant individuals far and wide, creating “divine beings,” through which the scrolls they wrote would naturally possess incredible powers that could, in turn, nourish the writers themselves. According to the extent of how their stories were spread, they were categorized as village gossip, county movement, and Mingzhou (prefecture) levels... Village gossip and county movement would typically endow the scrolls with some mystical aspects, such as being able to use some magic from the characters written about. To converge into the spirit body of a character written about, it required at least Mingzhou (prefecture) level. At this point, the character would start to have a tangible form, receiving incredible Divine Skills, possessing three parts of their true form, and the writer could then summon the spirit body to display their divine might. If the characters written about by him were even more formidable, then that would be truly extraordinary. Of course, while this method of cultivation sounded phenomenal, it had many limitations. The first, of course, was the person, only those of Hidden Dragon material had a chance. The second was a matter of right time, right place, and right people. This related not only to the luck of his characters But also his own luck! Gongsun Yang, having traversed the worldly society for over thirty years, had written about the heroic deeds of hundreds of individuals, yet only one of his scrolls had managed to converge into a spirit body, reaching the Mingzhou level. As such, even at the age decreed by destiny, he was only at Profound Body Great Success. Now, having just written ‘Demon Suppression Chronicles’ for three days, he had already converged a spirit body. How could he not be surprised and excited? At this moment, he felt that his own long-stagnant bottleneck was starting to loosen, and his face immediately brightened with joy. Looking at the spirit body before him, Gongsun Yang felt it was all fate and hurriedly clasped his hands in a bow. “Old man must first thank the noble one!” “I shall surely visit to express my thanks another day!” In his heart, he thought he had firmly clutched onto a strong leg. After saying this, he recited an incantation with his mouth and absorbed that golden-colored figure into ‘Demon Suppression Chronicles’. Then he left the inn to rush outside the city to strive for a breakthrough to perfection. Meanwhile, as this storytelling gentleman rushed outside the city to make his breakthrough, in a small courtyard in Jiazi Lane, Chen Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed. Around him, golden light flickered, turning the space under the bed curtain bright and fervent. Across from him, a woman dressed in purple gauze, with a delicate and pretty face, frowned with her eyes closed. Her forehead knitted tightly as her peach-colored lips occasionally parted to let out a light hum. At this moment, tiny, crystalline beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, moistening the gauze clothes which clung tightly to her figure, outlining her body’s graceful contours. Suddenly, the woman let out a muffled groan. At this moment, a golden light shot out from Chen Yuan’s forehead and entered the woman’s body. Her body shook violently. The next second, Fang Qingzhu opened her eyes, feeling as if her entire body was about to collapse, but her light purple eyes were exceptionally bright. At this moment, her Divine Soul felt incredibly relaxed, the Heart Demon’s affliction had left, giving her a sense of floating. Looking at Chen Yuan who also opened his eyes, she smiled slightly at the corner of her lips, “Many thanks to Brother Chen, I did not expect your Great Sun to be so powerful.” “Everything thrives in balance; the Cultivation Technique I practice just happens to restrain these Demon Heads,” Chen Yuan replied, then glanced at the other’s appearance, which seemed a bit inappropriate. His gaze gently shifted upward as he subtly hinted, “Miss Fang looks very tired, you should go freshen up first.” Fang Qingzhu indeed felt sticky all over, her eyelashes fluttered, and she nodded. Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly sensed something was amiss. “Brother Chen, what’s wrong with your throat? Are you feeling unwell?” Chen Yuan was puzzled and did not understand why she would say so. “Is there a problem?” As he said this, he realized that his voice trembled as he spoke. The sound was somewhat piercing and thin. “No problem, I figure it must have taken a bit of my spirit to heal the young lady.” He didn’t much care. Fang Qingzhu nodded and then left the room, heading toward the backyard. Chen Yuan also got up and got out of bed. By now it was broad daylight outside, and the treatment of Fang Qingzhu’s hidden injuries had been done in two sessions, taking a total of about five or six hours. He calculated the time in his mind, wondering if Qin Hu should have arrived by now, and then suddenly, as if he remembered something. Yesterday, when his spirit entered Fang Qingzhu’s Mud Ball to heal her, it seemed something was amiss with his own Mud Ball, but he had no time to investigate. He closed his eyes again, and after a long while, he opened them to reveal a flickering cold light, and his brow furrowed. He had gained some Luck from slaying a Human Demon. He vaguely had a guess and couldn’t help but frown deeply. Could something have happened to Qin Hu? At this moment, his gaze suddenly shifted to the window, spotting two small, shadowy blobs skulking around the edges. With a flick of his hand and a grab, Bang! The window burst open, and two fluffy creatures, with a startled yelp, tried to make a quick escape. But mid-leap, they were pulled back through the narrow opening of the window and into Chen Yuan’s hands, one in each. “I see you two little fellows are—” Chen Yuan was speaking when he abruptly stopped, his face suddenly freezing. The two little creatures looked as if they’d seen a ghost, their eyes wide and round, staring at Chen Yuan. The grown-ups talk in such a high-pitched voice. How to describe it? Like a woman’s, almost to the point of a delicate gesture. Chen Yuan clearly noticed the problem as well. This was definitely not normal. Had his cultivation led to some sort of defect? It shouldn’t have. His spirit journeyed throughout his body, finding no issues, and then, suddenly, his eyes blazed with a silver light as he activated his Heart Eye Divine Power. The next second, his eyes blazed even brighter, and his expression turned strange. Through the Heart Eye, he could see strands of fine, white Qi, bordered by delicate golden light, converging around him. This...this thing had a faint scent of incense, but not quite. What was this? Chen Yuan focused his Heart Eye Divine Power on one strand and suddenly felt a sensation, his gaze sharply turning towards the outskirts of Qingshan City. Then he tossed the two little creatures onto the window sill, and his figure blurred into the void, disappearing without a trace. Minutes later, Fang Qingzhu emerged from the backyard. At that moment, she was as fresh as a lotus from clear water, her cheeks still dotted with dewdrops, much like the morning dew. Her eyes scoured the surroundings in search of Chen Yuan but only found the two chattering little creatures on the window sill. “Where is your master?” she asked. “Chit-chit” “Chit-chit, chit-chit” Little squirrel stepped forward first, gesturing with its fluffy paws and wiggling its bottom. A look of astonishment quickly crossed Fang Qingzhu’s face. “You mean to say, your master has turned into a woman?” “Slap” White Fox quickly slapped Little squirrel off the window sill.

Chapter 103 - 103 103 My Lord, You Are My God (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

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