"I can’t stand it, can’t stand it!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Fight these bastards to the end!"
The Song Family shouted together, shaking the mountains and forests.
"I can’t, and neither can you!"
Song Wen was equally impassioned: "Therefore, I now announce in my capacity as the village chief of Little Huang Village, that we won’t give up the grain, and we certainly won’t hand over the people. The n of the village, take up your guns and sticks—whether it’s the Black Wind Village or Black Water Village, dare to co and we’ll kill them!"
"Kill them, kill them!"
The Song Family responded again, the sound waves surged like a tide, even so young n from the Lu and Huang Families were infected and shouted together.
Seeing the crowd’s emotions stirred, the situation showed signs of getting out of control, Lu Xuan and Huang Lin had to step forward.
"Chief, this is serious. Shouldn’t we hold a detailed discussion?"
"Indeed, those bandits from Black Wind Village aren’t easy to deal with!"
"We, from Little Huang Village, are honest farrs; how can we withstand those ruthless, bloodthirsty bandits?"
"I think we should seek help from the Governnt Office!"
"For everyone’s sake, maybe sacrificing wealth to avoid disaster is better."
The two stepped up, with trepidation, expressed their thoughts. Lu Xuan advocated for reporting to the Governnt Office, while Huang Lin suggested sacrificing wealth to avoid disaster.
Song Wen looked at both of them, a sneer floated on his face: "If reporting to the Governnt Office worked, would the bandits have run amok until now?"
"This..."
Lu Xuan’s words were stuck; he didn’t know how to respond.
Song Wen ignored him and turned his gaze to Huang Lin: "Sacrifice wealth to avoid disaster? Whose wealth? Those tens of thousands of pounds of grains, along with wine, at, and won, is it your family who’s offering?"
"This, of course, would be provided by the village collectively..."
Huang Lin wanted to retort, but under the gaze of everyone around, his voice quickly lowered.
"Hmph!"
Song Wen snorted coldly, ignoring the two further, and simply addressed the villagers: "Just now, the Land God appeared in my dreams and couldn’t allow these bandits to be so rampant, bullying the people of Little Huang Village; he bestowed upon us the Divine Artifact, the Land Yellow Turban, to aid Little Huang Village in repelling the bandits."
After speaking, without paying attention to the crowd’s astonishnt, he turned to the Land God Temple and paid his respects: "Requesting the Land Yellow Turban!"
Before the words finished, people from the temple ca out, each holding a tray. On the tray was a satin-like object, shimring with gold under the setting sun.
"This is..."
The crowd was astonished, unclear of its aning.
Song Wen didn’t say much; he walked straight up, picked up a yellow turban, solemnly tied it to his head, then turned to the crowd: "This is the Land Yellow Turban bestowed by the Land God. Wearers are blessed with the Land God Power—impervious to blade and spear, with imnse strength, aiding our Little Huang Village in resisting the thieves."
"Co on!"
Saying so, amidst the bewildered gazes, he stripped off his upper garnt, then let Song Wu and Song Ying co forward with knives and guns: "Watch closely."
"Hi!!!"
Song Wu and Song Ying shouted fiercely, their knives and guns slashed and stabbed out, landing harmlessly on Song Wen’s bare chest, even sparking a few streaks of light.
"This..."
Such a scene left the crowd slack-jawed in amazent, Lu Xuan and Huang Lin were even more horrified.
As heads of families, they had so understanding of divine matters. Although divine beings could protect the village from ordinary evil spirits or yield fertile land for farming, their powers were limited.
Local minor deities have limited capabilities against the Court, in fending off bandits, and even dealing with wealthy landowners.
This is what they assud about the Land God.
In the past it was so, and it seed the sa now. They had been in Little Huang Village for two or three years, also offered tribute to the bandits from Black Wind Village for as many years, thus believing that Little Huang Village’s Land God was like any other village’s—the only way to deal with bandit plundering was sacrificing wealth to avoid disaster and keeping peace.
But now...
"The Land God has manifested!"
Looking at Song Wen standing before the Land God Temple, wearing the yellow turban, impervious to weapons, the Song Family fell to their knees, most of the Lu and Huang families also knelt, only a few like Lu Xuan and Huang Lin remained standing in shock.
However, they quickly realized and hurriedly dropped to their knees, shouting that the Land God had manifested.
Three feet above one’s head resides a divine being!
As heads of families, towards the ordinary Land Gods and minor deities, they might lack piety and reverence.
But now, this is clearly not an ordinary Land God, an ordinary minor deity.
Divine power revealed and coupled with martial force, do you dare not believe?
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