When Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, a gust of cold wind blew across his face, and he felt a little cold as he had just adjusted to his body.

Suddenly a dark figure darted out from the roadside.

It looked like some kind of small animal, but because it was nighttime, it wasn't very clear.

Until that thing slowly stood up, its small eyes actually gleamed with an eerie light.

"Young man, do I look more like a man or a god to you?"

Fang Zhiyi was slightly taken aback. This was so exciting? She encountered a weasel demanding a title right from the start?

Xiao Hei quickly added, "That's right, it's a traditional world of demons and ghosts."

Seeing that Fang Zhiyi remained silent, the weasel swayed unsteadily and asked urgently, "Young man, do I look more like a man or a god to you?"

Fang Zhiyi made a slight hand seal, but unexpectedly found that her seal was no longer effective.

Xiao Hei added insult to injury: "The worlds of gods and ghosts you've visited in the past were all based on the rules of heaven and earth. This traditional world is different. You need to believe in gods to regain your power... which means worshipping the ancestral master."

"It's too late for me to believe this now!" Fang Zhiyi rolled her eyes. "Couldn't you have picked a better time?"

"This is already the very beginning!" Xiao Hei said confidently.

Seeing that the man was standing there calmly in a daze, the weasel assumed he was frightened and urged again, "Hurry up, do I look like a human or a god?" Its tone became extremely sinister.

Fang Zhiyi knew that encountering the weasel seeking a title was an extremely troublesome matter. If it was said to be unlike a human, then its cultivation would be destroyed, and she would likely have to endure its endless revenge. If it was said to be like a god, then it would acknowledge its cultivation, but in that case, her own luck would be borrowed by it, and her future days would be very difficult.

The best way is to ignore it, but doing so will likely result in it getting entangled with you, since people who are blocked by weasels have rather unusual destinies.

Fang Zhiyi sighed, then stared intently at the small beast that had stood upright.

"You look like... the Supreme Lord who opened the heavens, held the talisman, governed the calendar, embodied the true Dao, the Golden Palace of Clouds, the Nine Heavens, governed all the Daos, the Great Hall of Illumination and Non-Action, the Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Venerable, the Supreme God of the Mysterious Firmament!"

Little Black opened its mouth wide, marveling at how Fang Zhiyi could speak so many words in one breath!

The weasel opened its mouth wide, and the next moment it felt its fur stand on end.

"You, you!" The once aggressive weasel turned and ran away, its small eyes filled with fear. Has this person gone mad?

"What was that thing you were talking about earlier?" Little Black asked, puzzled. It was never very interested in complicated things.