The window of the tavern.
Ning Zheng gazed at the Xirong statue, colossal as a mountain, raising its iron hamr.
This statue serves as the location marker of Xirong City, what the Sword Fairy refers to as the "Statue of Liberty."
Raising the iron hamr, it stands as the beacon of human civilization, exuding the aura of freedom!
Although Ning Zheng didn’t understand much, he had co continuously for three days, listening to the conversations of passersby discussing the Nine-State pattern and world affairs.
Of course, his main focus was on sensing the changes in the Qi Fortune value emanating from the statue.
2
2
2
...
Indeed.
So fanatic believers of Xirong were burning incense and worshiping in the square, occasionally providing a small amount of Qi Fortune value.
It probably happened a few tis every hour!
But the quantity was very little, Ning Zheng observed for a while, collecting data indicating: only one out of ten thousand people provided a -2.
After all.
In those days, only 1% of people, one in a hundred, had true unconditional trust.
After all, most people cannot fully trust even their own family, this is an instinct of life.
And now, a hundred years passed, emotions have waned even more.
Most people co to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, paying homage as if they were rely passing by Guanyin Temple, mainly seeking the atmosphere of tourism, lacking sincerity.
2!
Another number popped up.
Ning Zheng thought to himself, "My Qi Fortune value collection is range-limited, settling here seems nice!"
"Occasionally a number jumps, accumulating bit by bit is also good."
To be honest, Ning Zheng was reluctant to erge into the world.
Preferring to hide quietly.
It had been a hundred years since he secluded himself, waiting a few more months, even years, was manageable.
But he eyed the daily Qi Fortune value of the Xirong Sect with envy.
The No-Life Sect in 100 years had accumulated 50,000 Female Ghosts, but this also ant there would be few more in the short term.
Every day there were rely 100,000 Qi Fortune values.
Needing ten days to gather a million Qi Fortune values to improve a realm, that was very frustrating!
And the followers of the "Xirong Sect"?
They were right before him.
Every day countless tourists worshipping the Xirong statue, the feast before him untasted.
It was too painful!
"Erging once, reigniting their faith."
"It’s estimated the number of people worshipping the statue would significantly increase, even if one in ten thousand tourists worship, that’s inevitably a huge number!"
Ning Zheng collected Ghost Qi Fortune daily, that was fixed dividends, regularly earning interest!
The living people before him, they were the limitless windfall, the real business.
"I need to declare our ergence, snowballing is crucial." Ning Zheng took a deep breath, gazing into the distance.
...
At this mont.
At the gate of Xirong Academy.
In the square, the Sword Fairy was giving a speech, surrounded by a bustling crowd.
"Ladies and gentlen, our Xirong Divine Craftsman is about to erge!"
"However, our first generation Manor Master has turned into embers, awaiting revival, we are using a special prayer technique, awaiting the Manor Master’s return!"
...
The entire Xirong City was in an uproar, the news spread like wildfire.
Secret ssengers transmitted the news covertly, spreading it across all the various forces of the Nine-State.
"Xirong has erged."
Countless ssages spread.
At Ning Zheng’s tavern, many guests were feasting and drinking, now revealing shocked expressions, gathering at the windows, gazing at the statue in the distance.
"That figure has returned."
"Perhaps the second generation Manor Master has already grown?"
"That would be a great hero, a great Saint."
Suddenly, the surroundings erupted, voices resounded throughout the tavern.
Ning Zheng quietly poured a glass of wine, sipping it gently, squinting at the excited tavern guests, "Hope it succeeds."
If it succeeds, these tavern guests would also be one of his -2 leeks.
Unexpectedly, the Sword Fairy took out a small needle:
"Everyone! If you are willing, please offer your strength, our Manor Master is about to awaken and return."
The Sword Fairy instructed them:
"Prick your finger with the needle to produce a bubble, let it rge into the colossal Xirong statue, and pray sincerely to this statue! Wish for our Manor Master’s return!"
This small needle was crafted from Shadow Spirit Rice, capable of creating a tiny soul bubble.
The previous gathering of the colossal Xirong Giant God used similar ans, severing various Sect Leaders, creating this giant god.
...
The people were excited.
"A hundred years have passed, is Xirong finally to return again?"
"But what does worshipping the statue an? Could it be so new unknown technique?"
Even many scholars’ eyes were sparkling, extrely excited.
A hundred years have been a long ti.
Babies born during the end of the world, now in their hundredth year, had quickly beco Cultivators of the Three Elents Realm.
That Xirong figure, was almost the idol of countless young people.
In an instant, everyone’s Communication Tokens exploded.
"Quickly notify other Daoists""Inform the family""Have friends from the Academy co to watch""Hurry, you’ll miss out if you’re late""Why are you still at Xirong Academy? What? Having a al in the dormitory, don’t eat, co quickly or you’ll regret it for life"
Countless people called friends, transmitting ssages through the extensive Earth Veins to spread across Xinyi Continent.
Now the status of Xirong Divine Craftsman was imnsely powerful, and in these years, countless young maidens called for marriage to this world-saving hero.
This kind of dream treatnt of young maidens nationwide, previously, only the Saint of Nine Ears who opened the Postnatal Era achieved.
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