Chapter 3 I Have Wan Ling Lan

"I can't perform." Han Zhi said honestly, "Once the Ice Sealing Technique is used, blood will definitely be shed."

This is a killing move that person created specifically for his nemesis.

As for why Leng Xiangyu's performance looked so much like the freezing technique, he guessed it was because the ground in Taiqing Palace was made of water bricks.

"...You're so flattering, just kneel down properly."

Hearing him say that, Jiang Mo became even more unconvinced and left without bothering to say anything more.

Han Zhi didn't care whether he believed it or not.

In fact, no one in this group would believe him.

The sun set and the moon rose. Han Zhi stumbled as he got up and almost fell to his knees again.

But he is a very contented person. At least so far, he feels that staying in Taiqing Palace is much better than staying in Jin Country.

God will not die if he doesn't eat, but Han Zhi will feel hungry.

In Taiqing Palace, he could at least get a few steamed buns to eat.

The old man who looked after the stables didn't like him, but he was a simple and kind man and didn't make things too difficult for him.

As for Chi Changyuan, he was now extremely worried and had no time to care about him.

So much so that even after Han Zhi recovered from his injuries and received fifty more lashes, he never saw Chi Changyuan again.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed, winter went and spring came. Han Zhi had a few good days, and he was actually a lot fatter than when he first arrived.

Uncle Zhang, who was guarding the stable, also became much gentler in his attitude towards Han Zhi. He was just an ordinary mortal, and the affairs between gods were nothing more than records in ancient books to him. He used to dislike Han Zhi because he was following the will of God, but now he admired Han Zhi himself.

"Are you a deity? Why do you need to practice here every day?"

Han Zhi had set up some simple training facilities in the stable. Since the two of them were now on good terms, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but ask a few more questions: "Even gods need to eat?"

Han Zhi stopped punching, a little stunned, and then said: "I'm not practicing, I'm just practicing martial arts."

Today's second-generation gods always rely on magic and often ignore combat skills, but in Han Zhi's heart, profound magic power and combat skills are equally important.

He further explained: "Besides, I'm not a god, so I naturally need to eat." Even if the Seven Gods came, they would still need to eat. However, mortals always have infinite fantasies about gods, so Han Zhi didn't burst Uncle Zhang's fantasy.

What's more, what he said was true. Apart from the seven gods who dominated the seven countries on the continent, the rest of the gods were priests who were ordained as gods by the seven gods. He did not have the divinity bestowed by any country, so of course he could not be called a god.

"So you're a cultivator?" Uncle Zhang immediately denied, "That's not true. You look like a natural-born god."

Even if a mortal has achieved enlightenment through cultivation, he can only be called an immortal. He still has black hair and black eyes, but from Han Zhi's appearance, one can tell at a glance that he has an extraordinary origin.

"Are you really from the Kingdom of Jin? But your hair..." Uncle Zhang still stared at Han Zhi with curiosity. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his facial features were delicate like a work of art. Although his clothes were simple, they were eye-catching.

Han Zhi smiled slightly: "My father is from Beichen Country."

Uncle Zhang exclaimed "Ah", as if he didn't expect Han Zhi to have such a background. If you were to say which two countries among the seven countries had the worst relationship, it must be Beichen and Jin. It was His Majesty the Ice God who drove the Demon God back to Jin's hometown and saved this continent.

Their relationship is so bad, is it possible that the male god of Beichen Country would fall in love with the goddess of Jin Country?

Han Zhi seemed to see what he was thinking and added: "My birth was an accident. My father and... my mother..." After thinking for a while, he seemed to have no idea how to explain it, so he said: "I am an illegitimate child, so there was no love between them."

Uncle Zhang's expression was a little strange, as if he couldn't understand his train of thought.

But after all, he is not a mortal, so it is normal for his thoughts to be different from his own.

Han Zhi told him so much, obviously treating him as a friend. He also helped him feed and wash the horses for several months, which made his life much easier. It can be said that Han Zhi was the most easygoing god...er, demigod he had ever met.

He didn't ask why Han Zhi was sent by the devil. It was normal for the devil, a beast that even a bitch couldn't raise, to do beastly things.

I didn’t like Han Zhi before because I thought he was from Jin Country, but now after hearing his story, I feel sorry for him.

A slight sympathy moved Uncle Zhang, and he subconsciously said, "Don't worry, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is very sensible, and he will think well of you sooner or later."

Han Zhi chuckled dryly. He knew a few things about why Chi Changyuan hated him. First, it was the punch he had delivered a hundred years ago. Second, the Ice God and the Water God were friends, and Chi Changyuan considered the Ice God his uncle. His existence seemed to confirm the Ice God's darkest past, and Chi Changyuan certainly wouldn't tolerate him tarnishing the uncle he considered so noble and glorious.

Even such a birth was not something he asked for.

"I don't care about this." Han Zhi shook his head. The Water God would not let him die here anyway. If he stayed in Jin Country, he was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the Demon God in a bad mood one day.

He couldn't die, and even if he had to, he had to wait two years.

"How can this be indifferent?" Grandpa Zhang was anxious. He had seen how miserable Han Zhi had been. Fortunately, his body healed quickly, otherwise he would have been tortured to death long ago. He said, "Lord Jiang Mo has been ill recently, and His Highness is busy searching for the Chaoxi Clan's sacred flower, the Wanling Orchid. He simply couldn't spare you for the moment. If he had thought of you..." His reverence for Chi Changyuan prevented him from saying anything outrageous, but he spoke earnestly, "You must consider your own future."

"Wan Linglan?" Han Zhi was slightly stunned and asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

“Who in the world doesn’t know this now?”

Uncle Zhang was speechless. His Highness had already posted a notice in order to find Wan Linglan, so Han Zhi was isolated from the news and turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside.

Han Zhi had other thoughts in his mind.

The so-called Chaoxi Clan is the race that was slaughtered by the demon god back then. Now its members are scattered across various countries, living under the protection of others. They can't even protect themselves, let alone the holy flower.

The former habitat of the Chaoxi tribe had long been destroyed by the demon god. If there was a place with the most Wanling orchids, it must be the Palace of King Jin.

But based on Han Zhi's understanding of that man, he would definitely not help Chi Changyuan.

But it just so happened that this was the case.

Han Zhi stood up and sincerely thanked Uncle Zhang for the information: "I have Wan Linglan."