blueteamnovel Chapter 171: The God of Slaughter, Ready to Feast
Chapter 171: The God of Slaughter, Ready to Feast
Chapter 171: The God of Slaughter, Ready to Feast
A group of people returned to the village, passing by a dilapidated temple.
Suddenly, a sturdy man suggested, "Since the Dogtail Grass God is no longer with us, why don’t we sell his statue? Maybe we can trade it for some food."
The others looked at the broken statue, their eyes lighting up with interest.
"The Dogtail Grass God's statue could probably get us a few hundred steamed buns, right?" the fat man said, his eyes gleaming.
Shentu, the village god official, became anxious. "The god has protected our Qingshui Village for so long; how can we smash his statue!"
If the statue were destroyed, he, as the god official, would lose all his status.
"The Dogtail Grass God protected us while he was alive. Now that he’s gone, he would certainly want to sacrifice himself to keep us from starving," the fat man argued.
The other villagers also eyed the statue, their eyes gleaming with greed.
Since the Dogtail Grass God was born from the statue, he hadn’t really protected Qingshui Village.
After all, Qingshui Village never had much food or offerings.
The Dogtail Grass God probably ran away or starved to death a long time ago.
"If we smash the statue, Qingshui Village will incur divine wrath. No god will ever protect us again!" Shentu said urgently.
As long as the statue remained, it meant the legacy was intact.
If they sincerely prayed and offered sacrifices, perhaps a new god might emerge from the statue.
"This statue is too low-level. We can’t even feed ourselves—how can we support a god and hope for the future?
I think it’s better to sell it for money and enjoy ourselves before we die!"
"Yes, most of the nearby villages already worship the new gods.
If we don’t, we’ll all be killed sooner or later.
Better to trade the statue for money.
I’ve heard that the temple on Old Immortal Mountain has some beautiful demon women who look like celestial beings.
For just a few coins, you can enjoy a night with those demon women and feel like a god yourself," the fat man said, his eyes glowing with lust.
The temple on Old Immortal Mountain was home to many beautiful demon women who specialized in taking the life essence of men, providing a service known as "peaceful death."
However, before death, those demon women would serve their clients lavishly, allowing those who sought death to experience the ultimate pleasures of the world.
Villagers from nearby often saved up to die peacefully at the temple.
In fact, the temple’s business was booming.
For decades, their prices had never increased, making it a popular place.
The villagers of Qingshui, trapped in their village with barely enough to eat or drink, had little hope for the future.
To them, dying in the temple was almost a blessing.
"We can’t!" Shentu stood in front of the temple. "I heard the statue come to life recently; it seems a new god is being born inside!"
"Shentu, stop making things up. No one’s offered any sacrifices here, so how could a new god appear?"
"Who’s been secretly worshiping?"
"What if Shentu is telling the truth? After all, a newly born god is still a life. If we sell the statue, it might die!"
The villagers debated among themselves.
Some wanted to sell the statue, while others hesitated.
"I think Shentu is just making this up because he doesn’t want to lose his position as god official," an old man said weakly, just wanting to die peacefully.
Nearly a hundred villagers, considered the strong labor force of Qingshui Village, were present.
Whenever the village needed to fight for water or go hunting, they were the ones sent out.
But now, most of them were gaunt and emaciated from hunger.
The village chief, Yuli, watched the scene, his old eyes clouded with emotion but saying nothing.
To think that proud Qingshui Village would fall under his leadership—it was truly... a disgrace.
He would go down in history as a sinner.
Just then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the village.
The villagers were momentarily stunned.
The dilapidated statue suddenly exploded.
"What’s happening?"
"The statue exploded?"
"We're doomed—no money now!"
The villagers regretted it deeply.
That statue was worth money!
But then a light voice echoed, "A new game? My people?"
Everyone looked over and saw a stunningly handsome man standing in the ruined temple.
The man had a sword on his back and an extraordinary aura.
"A god?"
"A god!"
The villagers were stunned.
They could clearly sense that this person was indeed their god.
The sudden appearance of a god left them bewildered.
After all, since the Dogtail Grass God disappeared, they hadn’t expected another god to be born in Qingshui Village.
They hadn’t offered any sacrifices or prayed sincerely.
The god that appeared... must be one of the weakest, right?
And the statue’s destruction meant this was the last god Qingshui Village would have.
The villagers were filled with mixed emotions; the broken statue saddened them.
No more peaceful deaths now.
"Let’s go."
"Everyone back to your homes."
The villagers weren’t as reverent as the legends described.
However, most of them stayed, watching the newly born god.
One old man even boldly asked, "Lord God, are you hungry? I have half a steamed bun at home—do you want it?"
This god was, of course, Qi Yuan, who had entered the game.
Hearing their words, he felt a bit strange.
"I’m a god, and I’m a player—how could I be hungry?" Qi Yuan said confidently.
But then, a loud grumbling noise echoed.
The villagers looked at Qi Yuan with interest.
Qi Yuan was stunned.
The sound had come from his stomach.
Last time, in his dream, he seemed to hear the name Origin Heavenly Sovereign.
"Yes," Qi Yuan replied, looking at Shentu. "How did you end up so miserable, as a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
Qi Yuan couldn’t understand.
"No reliable support, no money, and nothing to eat," Shentu replied weakly.
By reliable support, he meant the god that Qingshui Village worshipped.
"Generally, after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, you don’t need to eat, right?" Qi Yuan asked, still puzzled by his hunger.
"Don’t need to eat? If you don’t eat, you’ll die," Shentu said, looking at Qi Yuan as if he were the strange one.
"Alright." Qi Yuan could only chalk it up to different world customs.
"Lord God..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you sure you don’t want that flatbread I offered earlier?" Shentu clutched the piece of bread with teeth marks, secretly eyeing Qi Yuan, as if afraid Qi Yuan would change his mind.
Qi Yuan was speechless. "I’m sure!"
Shentu smiled brightly. "That’s good. At least I can fill my stomach before I die, so I won’t be a hungry ghost."
"Having a follower like you is really... a blessing," Qi Yuan said helplessly.
Qingshui Village was so poor that they probably didn’t even have a suona.
Otherwise, he would’ve had Shentu help him form a band.
Shentu ignored Qi Yuan's words, quickly devouring the flatbread, as if afraid Qi Yuan would snatch it from him.
Just then, Qi Yuan stopped in his tracks.
In the village ahead, the sound of drums and gongs echoed.
"Seems lively over there," Qi Yuan remarked.
Shentu looked at the village of a hundred households ahead.
"Today is their sacrificial day. They’re going to sacrifice three boys to the new god," Shentu said, his expression darkening. "These damned new gods are all evil. Since when do gods eat people!"
According to ancient clan records, gods were simply powerful humans, the spirits of heroes who died fighting for humanity.
These spirits protected humans, creating a mutually beneficial relationship.
But the new gods, also known as evil gods, fed on humans.
At that moment, Qi Yuan's gaze pierced through the village, seeing a weeping woman and a man pinned to the ground.
"Wuwu, Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian..." the woman cried, struggling.
One of the sacrificial offerings was her young child.
"Sister Li, offering sacrifices to the god is an honor for us!" a burly man said, his eye glowing with a bloody light.
This indicated he was already influenced by the new god, gradually being assimilated. It wouldn’t be long before he became the new god’s most loyal guard.
Another man sighed, "Sacrificing a dozen children each year for good weather in Shitou Village—that’s a fair trade."
"Sister Li, look at Qingshui Village next door. They refuse to worship the new god, and now look at their fate. I bet in another month, everyone there will be dead," said a fat man with large ears, who was also touching the woman’s chin.
"Ptui! Evil god!" The woman spat in the fat man’s face.
The fat man’s expression turned dark. "Sister Li, I was talking nicely to you, but you won’t listen. Seems like you’re disloyal to the god—send her to the Red Pen!"
Hearing this, the woman struggled even more fiercely.
The man pinned to the ground shed tears from his tiger-like eyes.
Since the new gods appeared, a new term had been coined: the Red Pen.
New gods loved to eat young children.
But what if there weren’t enough children?
Then, they would lock up some women, putting them in the Red Pen, where they were kept just to... breed.
This treatment of people like livestock was utterly inhumane.
"This is Shitou Village, ruled by the Shi family. You Wang family people better behave, or I’ll send you all to the Red Pen!" the fat man said.
Shitou Village wasn’t solely inhabited by the Shi family; other families lived there too.
However, it was the Shi family, the largest family in the village, that had orchestrated the descent of the new god.
Because of this, they now completely controlled Shitou Village.
As for the other families, they didn’t dare speak out.
Offending the Shi family could mean having your children offered to the new god!
"The heavens are blind to let you evil gods descend..." the woman wailed.
The fat man laughed. "Evil god? This is the true god, the future ruler of the Mortal Heart Realm!"
Everyone knew that the new gods were slowly devouring the territory of the old gods.
Now, two-thirds of the Mortal Heart Realm worshipped the new gods.
The old gods were barely holding on. It wouldn’t be long before they were completely wiped out.
"Evil god, come out and die!
I’m hungry—hurry up and die so we can feast!"
At that moment, a crisp voice echoed from the sky. Two figures appeared above, one was Shentu, the other Qi Yuan.
The people of Shitou Village looked up in surprise.
"The god of Qingshui Village?"
"A new ancient god?"
"Come to Shitou Village to die?"
Many Shi family villagers had red-glowing eyes.
If this were happening in Qingshui Village or at their temple, they might have felt fear.
But here in Shitou Village, this was their home ground.
They were confused and astonished.
Was this ancient god out of his mind, daring to leave his temple and come here?
Generally, gods rarely left their temples or domains.
Meanwhile, the woman on the ground looked up at Qi Yuan in the sky, her eyes filled with devotion as she repeatedly bowed, her forehead bleeding. "God, please save my son."
Just then, a seductive voice rang out.
"Oh my, a newly born cutie has come to me. Do you want to merge with your sister?"
A she-wolf in a blood-red dress appeared, looking particularly eerie.
The villagers of Shitou Village saw the god manifest and quickly knelt.
"Greetings, Lord God!"
The new god was their god, their heaven.
The fat man looked at the wolf-dressed woman with fanaticism.
As for the newly born ancient god of Qingshui Village, he was nothing.
Standing next to Qi Yuan, Shentu was trembling, but remembering he had eaten a bit of bread, he felt it was worth it and grew bolder.
"Bold evil god, you’ve plagued the world. The god of Qingshui Village will destroy you!"