On the Human Immortal Platform.
Zhang Rongfang put all the fragnts back together, leaving only the last piece aside.
Strangely, these fragnts seed to have a magnetic property, sticking together on their own when brought close.
But the copper-colored shards he had bought before didn’t have this feature.
This led Zhang Rongfang to wonder if it was related to the fact that this Residual God only had one statue remaining.
By now, the sky had just lightened.
Ordinarily, few would co to the Human Immortal Platform unless there was sothing urgent.
Those in the Human Immortal Temple dared not co to disturb without important matters. And the few apprentices and subordinates, mostly bloodline descendants, similarly disliked frequently facing Zhang Rongfang, the ancestor of their bloodline.
The feeling of their own safety being constantly under his control, as his mastery over their blood intensified, beca increasingly apparent to them.
Such a feeling might be acceptable to ordinary people due to the offsetting affinity of shared bloodline.
But for martial practitioners, even the weakest of them possess willpower far stronger than common people.
This slight sense of affinity, when compared, felt all the more strange, as they realized it was the bloodline’s influence.
In the end, apart from the two subordinates guarding the entrance, no one else was here.
Zhang Rongfang stood up, gazing at the statue of the White Scale God before him.
"Can you explain what exactly a Flesh God is now?"
"..." The White Scale God had already witnessed Zhang Rongfang’s ruthlessness, ready to destroy foundations at a whim, coupled with the protection of three Innate Gods on him.
Even if she wanted to resist, she had no power to struggle.
"Since you have the protection of three gods, why seek out alone?" she asked in a low voice. Her voice did not echo externally but entered directly into Zhang Rongfang’s mind.
This seed to be an exclusive ability of the divine.
"I’m a bit curious. The three gods on , I actually found by serendipity. Especially the second Wish Goddess, acquiring her took quite so effort. You must know, back then, she still had quite a few followers hiding. It took a long ti just to find them all and kill them." Zhang Rongfang sighed.
"....." The White Scale God shuddered, if she could still feel cold.
"Don’t be upset. This is a mutual journey, isn’t it? When gods and deities have too many followers, they don’t cherish them, do they?" Zhang Rongfang said. "Alright, I’ve helped reconstruct your statue. Now you should answer my question."
"..... You call this reconstruction? There’s still one piece left, isn’t there?" the White Scale God questioned.
"This piece depends on your performance." Zhang Rongfang smiled as he pocketed the last fragnt.
"...." A surge of anger rose within the White Scale God. In all her years, she had never seen such a god-worshipper!
No, this person wasn’t worshipping gods at all, just a Cultivator of Literature!
Despite feeling stifled, conversing with soone was indeed better than being confined in slumber for a century.
The White Scale God suppressed her emotions.
"What do you wish to know?"
"How is a Flesh God accomplished?"
"I don’t know about others, but I reached the highest level of Spirit General, received permission from the God of Worship, was granted the Seed of the Void, and then planted it within. I completely shed my mortal flesh, established a temple, received worship, and constructed my own Void.
Once successful, I abandoned the body, entered the Void, and achieved Flesh Godhood." the White Scale God replied.
"So you were once the highest-level Spirit General?" Zhang Rongfang countered. "Doesn’t seem like it, given your..."
"What do you an by that!?" the White Scale God snapped. "Are you calling stupid!?"
Quite perceptive indeed.
Zhang Rongfang maintained an expressionless face as he continued questioning.
"Another question: Can gods and deities descend directly? Where is your Void? How do you enter? How strong are gods exactly? How much stronger than a Spirit General?"
".... Are you sure that’s one question?" The White Scale God, not ignorant, rely sluggish from long dormancy. She quickly caught on.
"Don’t be like that. A little vagueness sotis keeps things amicable between everyone," Zhang Rongfang said.
"..." The White Scale God was speechless in the face of such shalessness.
If she could descend now, she’d slap this guy to death imdiately.
"Fine, but I’ll only answer one. We cannot descend directly; we can only do so in two ways. One is through statues shaped by these fragnts of the Void, and the second is via the Great Descent of the Divine using a Spirit General. But the latter only allows a partial descent." The White Scale God explained simply.
"As for the remaining questions, you’ll have to trade sothing in exchange."
"Alright then." Zhang Rongfang clapped his hands.
Imdiately, a Daoist ca up, received a few instructions, then quickly left.
Not long after, the Daoist hurried back, carrying a tray.
"Master, what you requested has arrived."
The tray was placed on a stone table by the Human Immortal Platform.
Zhang Rongfang had specifically created the stone table and chairs for resting nearby.
At this mont, it served perfectly as a place to set things down.
On the tray was a freshly extracted, living brain.
Zhang Rongfang gestured for the Daoist to leave, then approached the brain.
"Co, I’m offering you so brain."
The White Scale God: "This isn’t human, is it!?"
"Just say whether you’ll eat it or not," Zhang Rongfang retorted.
"...." White Scale felt a rush of hot tears welling up from the depths of her heart.
Looking at the fresh brain on the plate, she suddenly felt an inexplicable wave of heartache fill her heart.
"Eat!" She tried hard to suppress her voice, preventing it from trembling.
"Speaking of which, how do you consu food?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.
"Bring my statue closer..." White Scale said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Rongfang placed the statue at the edge of the brain.
Soon, from the top of the statue, a single silver spiritual line slowly flew out with a snick, accurately piercing into the pig brain.
Then Zhang Rongfang watched as the brain quickly shriveled, losing moisture and slightly turning black.
He touched his chin, thoughtful.
"Seems like you don’t shy away from any kind of brain matter...." He considered whether he could breed pig brains on a large scale to sustain these divine beings.
"Eating too much is not good." White Scale said coldly.
"What’s so bad about it?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
But this ti, White Scale didn’t answer. No matter how much Zhang Rongfang asked, he remained silent, presumably completely withdrawn.
Zhang Rongfang wasn’t anxious, he put away the statue and, rembering how the missing piece could still emit spiritual lines, simply broke off another piece of the statue to keep.
In this way, he ensured safety.
Having done this, he stood up contentedly and left, taking the two fragnts with him, returning to Wushan.
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In the southern part of Wushan Prefecture, within a slightly dim wooden house.
A small girl, about seven or eight years old with hair styled into buns, was playing with a small puppet under the moonlight streaming through the window, waiting for her parents to return from work.
She was the only one at ho. Her parents recently found work due to nurous houses needing reconstruction outside of town and often left early and returned late.
By herself, she often sat idly in the house, gazing out through the window cracks at the alley where people passed by.
Woof! Woof!
Suddenly, there ca the faint sound of a dog barking outside.
"Oh my candied hawthorn!" a little boy cried out anxiously.
"If it fell, just buy another one, stop crying, the dog has bitten it, and you still want to eat it? It’s so dirty on the ground." An impatient woman’s voice was heard.
The little boy continued to cry and was dragged away by the woman.
Once they were far enough away, the little girl peeked outside through the window crack.
Sure enough, she saw two bright red candied hawthorns lying on the ground.
A skinny old dog was bowing its head, gnawing on one, completely indifferent to the soil adhering to the candied hawthorn.
With a creak, the little girl opened the door, dashed out, grabbed one of the candied hawthorns, and bolted away.
The old dog barked at her twice, trying to chase, but lowered its head, quickly gnawing on the candied hawthorn in its mouth.
Inside the house, the girl wiped the candied hawthorn in her hand on her clothes, rubbed it a few tis, and put it in her mouth to lick.
"So sweet..." She squinted her eyes happily.
"If only there were lots and lots of candied hawthorns... then, I could eat them every day... as als!"
"Is that your wish?" Suddenly a voice ca from the side.
The little girl froze, then noticed that the small puppet she had picked up earlier had started to move.
It crawled up from the table, stretched its body, and moved its limbs.
"I’ve been watching you for a long ti; you’re a good child, so I’ve decided to fulfill one of your wishes," said the puppet.
"The puppet... is talking!?" The little girl’s eyes widened.
"If you sincerely request, I will fulfill your wish," the puppet replied.
"Wishes... really!?" The little girl exclaid in surprise.
"Of course," the puppet answered with a slight bow.
Not long afterward, a man dressed in black, carrying a hundred candied hawthorns, arrived at the wooden house door. He knocked on the door, then placed all the candied hawthorns in front of it and left.
After the man left, the little girl cautiously opened the door. Seeing the candied hawthorns, she cried out happily, bringing all the candied hawthorns inside, shutting the door tightly.
In a distant pavilion, Zhang Rongfang looked in this direction and sighed softly.
The little girl’s wish was just for a hundred candied hawthorns. This was the first wish he fulfilled, also a very simple wish.
Standing by a third-floor window, he reached out his hand, stopping a beautiful deep blue butterfly that flew by his fingertips.
"Huh? Where did this butterfly co from?" Zhang Rongyu approached and reached out to touch the Blue Butterfly, which gently fluttered away, avoiding her touch, and flew off.
"I don’t know, maybe it’s the season," Zhang Rongfang replied, withdrawing his gaze.
In recent days, he’s been trying to fulfill children’s wishes.
But those kids, upon hearing his puppet speak, would either faint from fright or grab it and shout, calling for their parents.
So even had absurd wishes, like wanting the stars in the sky, wanting to visit the moon palace, wanting their deceased grandfathers to co alive again, and various totally unachievable desires. After searching for a long ti, this one was the most cost-effective and successful wish.
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