The Power of Faith
Yan Zhu slowly retracted her gaze, suppressing the hunger in her heart: "Listening to the piano, this person's piano music is not simple, if you want to listen, it is there, if you don't want to listen, it is not there. No wonder she can be so harmonious in this bustling restaurant."
Qingxuan: "There are always people better than you. Don't be fooled by the various social groups in the restaurant. They may seem to be eating, drinking and having fun, but in reality, they are from unknown backgrounds and are a mix of different races."
Yanzhu blinked and looked around carefully, but didn't find anything special about the diners coming and going.
Qing Xuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Your cultivation is insufficient, so it's normal that you can't see through the disguise. However, the music here cleverly contains the meaning of great achievement, which is slightly beneficial to the state of mind of those who practice. You can listen to it more."
Yan Zhu curled the corners of her mouth, looking down on someone.
Yan Zhu glanced at him casually and saw that his expression was neither sad nor happy, as light as pine snow entering the clear water, without a trace and without a sound. Looking at the bustling crowd, the faint smile on his lips added to his disguise.
Yan Zhu suddenly felt that since the two of them had spoken frankly, the man had stopped pretending. If she hadn't threatened him with conditions, she reasonably suspected that this bastard would not come to the underworld.
She withdrew her gaze and continued listening to the piano.
Qingxuan pays attention to purpose and is extremely picky. He believes that any good thing must have its merits.
“Ding-dong—”
As he finished speaking, a bell sounded from downstairs, which just happened to attract the attention of all the diners.
The sound of the zither paused for a moment and then suddenly started again, but the meaning of the music was completely different. This time the tone was bolder and more murderous, and it was sharper, which immediately made everyone unhappy.
"Who is it? Can you play it?"
"Get down!"
"Why did you change people?"
Yan Zhu raised her head and looked down. Behind the white gauze curtain, the man stood up and stepped back, and his silhouette was replaced by a thin and delicate person.
Yanzhu narrowed her eyes and saw that it was a woman.
Because there was a lot of dissatisfaction in the audience, the man behind the white veil tilted his head and whispered, and the woman then calmed down slightly.
As the storyteller soothed everyone, the noise gradually died down.
"Everyone! Welcome to Sifanglou. It's time for the monthly God segment again."
The storyteller swishes open his paper fan and says excitedly, "Today I'm bringing you the miracles of the Unforgiven God..."
The waiter placed the wontons in front of the two of them one by one. Seeing Qingxuan and the others looking downstairs, he explained with great tact, "Every time the moon is full, we talk about the gods of the six realms, from ancient times to the present. Today we are talking about the God of Invincibility. He is a very powerful figure!"
"Please come in, and if you need anything, please call me."
Qingxuan smiled and nodded, then pushed the wontons in front of him to Yanzhu.
"I'll give you another bowl, no thanks."
"Thanks?"
Yanzhu ate a wonton in one mouthful, and after swallowing it, she said, "I haven't forgiven you yet."
Qingxuan's eyebrows moved slightly, but he did not refute.
Yan Zhu followed the sound and went to the storyteller on the first floor. He said mysteriously, "When the Divine Lord Wuwang ascended to heaven five hundred years ago, the Heavens, remembering the deep bond between master and disciple, allowed all five of his disciples to ascend to heaven and have protected his sect to this day. It is now the largest sect of the Divine Race, the Qingxu Sect."
"Wuwang God?"
Yan Zhu couldn't help but sigh, "To ascend to godhood in the mortal realm, cultivation, merit, and opportunity are all essential. The Divine Master Wuwang actually led five of them, becoming a legend."
“It’s really rare.”
Qingxuan responded to the woman, then listened to the storyteller's praises nonchalantly.
"This Wuwang Divine Master combines the power of swordsmanship, elixirs, and talisman formations in one. He is unparalleled and unmatched. He is the number one god in our human world. His teachings have been passed down to this day and widely circulated among the three tribes, benefiting future generations. Moreover, today is the day of the Divine Master's ascension, so drinks are free in this building!"
"And give me a picture of the divine image of Wuwang Divine Lord!"
Upon hearing this, the whole building cheered and praised this legendary god.
Yanzhu pinched the long porcelain spoon with two fingers and scooped a mouthful of the three-color cake, savoring it carefully: "The taste of osmanthus, the color of snow cake, the feeling of smoothie, the spring, summer and winter in the world, it's quite delicious, what is it called?"
Qingxuan retracted his gaze from downstairs and replied, "Three-color cake."
Yanzhu looked at the exquisite pastries on the plate and compared them: "No wonder, they taste better than glutinous rice balls."
Qingxuan smiled faintly and pointed out: "A year ago, you ate whatever was available and were never picky about food."
Yan Zhu glared at the man and snorted, "People change."
"Have you ever seen this Wuwang Divine Lord?" Qingxuan asked.
Yan Zhu frowned slightly. "No, it's said that the Divine Master Wuwang is a versatile and talented cultivator. Although he is now a casual official in the Divine Realm and has never appeared in public, his disciples hold important positions in the Divine Realm. I'm sure you've seen quite a few of them."
Qingxuan nodded: "The Lord Wuwang has many followers in the human world, but not as many as before."
Yan Zhu: "I have heard that in the past, the gods eliminated demons and monsters, stopped chaos in the world, and protected a piece of pure land. The world respected their honor and worshipped them three times a day. Their merits were great, and this is how the legend of the one leading five came about. However, after five hundred years of secular changes, these have long become legends. For the world, spiritual sustenance is based on the current life,
Nowadays, spiritual energy is thin, and no one in the human world has become a god for hundreds of years. The number of demons has decreased sharply, and the gods are guarding this world with talented people. Instead of praying day and night to the gods who have ascended, it is better to seek the help of monks in the human world, or give up the pursuit of becoming a god and live an ordinary life.
This is a natural process of forgetting, and it’s normal.”
Qingxuan's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't say much.
Yan Zhu scooped a spoonful of the three-color cake and continued, "Everyone only knows that ascending to become a god will give you eternal life, but that's not the case. The way of heaven is that one must have endless merits to truly achieve eternal life.
If gods lose the faith of the people throughout the world, their fate is to perish."
Qing Xuan said calmly, "Although you are the God of Purification, the world does not know your status as a god, nor do they know that there is a god like you in the world. However, you have to purify the turbid air of heaven and earth day and night, and even suffer the pain of backlash for a short period of time. Do you regret it?"
Hearing this, Yan Zhu rolled her eyes. "If I regretted it, I wouldn't have taken this job and would have rejected the Heavenly Monarch on the day I was conferred the title. I do my own thing, and I just need to be worthy of the gods and the spirits of heaven and earth, and worthy of myself. As for the beliefs of the human world, what does it matter?"
Even if I don't have immortality and can't reach the same level as the heavens, as long as I can live the life I have now, it will be just as wonderful."
Qingxuan didn't say anything, his eyelashes half-closed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing this, Yan Zhu curled her lips and said, "Sincerity is the most important thing between friends. The creation of a lie requires countless lies to cover it up. Emotions built on lies are like quicksand on your fingertips, which cannot be grasped.
Considering we've been friends for a year and you've helped me cultivate, I can only say that while maintaining connections may involve interests, skills, sincerity, or half-truths, the only way for long-term friendships is sincerity."
Not knowing whether Qingxuan had any supreme intentions, Yanzhu continued to listen to the piano after he finished speaking without making any sound.
After a while, Qingxuan seemed to come back to his senses: "You don't seem to blame me."
Yan Zhu glanced at the man and continued to listen to the piano: "I blame you because I treat you as a friend, but you hide it from me. Are you afraid that I won't help you if I know the truth?"
Qingxuan looked at Yanzhu's clear eyes and asked, "Is that all?"
Yanzhu rolled her eyes in annoyance and refused to pay any attention to Qingxuan.
She couldn't help but complain in her heart: He used to be an honest and gentle person, but now he has torn off his disguise to show that he is two-faced, stingy, gloomy and dangerous. Now he looks like a cold and lost god, just like the fragmented feeling of snow on the top of the mountain being wetted by spring water.
"Wait a minute," Yan Zhu frowned, her expression becoming serious, "My perception of turbid air seems to have increased?"
Qingxuan raised an eyebrow.
Yan Zhu continued, "I can sense a very slight amount of foul air around me, but this level is not threatening at all. I couldn't sense it before.
In the past, I could only sense it when the turbid qi reached a certain threshold."
Qingxuan was about to say something when he turned his head and looked downstairs. The disguises of several monsters on the left side of the field failed. After they transformed into their true forms, the demonic energy surged, and various formations and weapons were used in a dazzling manner.
The scene was chaotic for a while.
The storyteller patted the table with the handle of his fan and said calmly: "Don't panic, don't panic."
However, the storyteller's voice was drowned out by the commotion and no one heard it.
Seeing the growing chaos downstairs, Yan Zhu slightly widened her eyes: "If it's disguise, it means the cultivation level is Yuanying."
Can’t beat… Can’t beat…
Qingxuan warned, "Moreover, the surging demonic energy is not pure; it's mixed with evil and malicious energy."
Yan Zhu huddled by the railing, trying to minimize her presence. She used one hand to purify the foul air in the air, whispering, "My first form can only purify the weak foul air. I can't defeat those Nascent Soul cultivators. You take on me."
"How come you meet demons and kill them in the secret realm? I can't stop you."
An indescribable expression appeared on Qingxuan's face, and then he turned away, but he did not make a move.
Yan Zhu: "Have you forgotten? You can't use your divine power casually after you descend to the mortal world."
Qingxuan: "..."
This time, we follow the rules.
While she was thinking about it, Yan Zhu heard the melodious sound of the piano suddenly become urgent, like an iceberg suddenly breaking, surging out, and shooting out inches of spiritual light from behind the white gauze curtain, surrounding the city and tightly trapping the mad demons. The latter were alert and dared not act rashly.
The situation is under control.
The storyteller tucked his sleeves and stood in front of the white gauze, stroking his long beard with a calm and composed expression. "I've already told you, don't panic. Our Sifang Building has no shortage of delicious food, nor are we short of talented people. The two zither players behind me are among the best cultivators of our God Clan."
As for those demon friends whose demonic powers are still uncontrolled, all their worries will vanish if they listen to the two of them playing a song behind me."
As she finished speaking, the woman behind the white veil used her delicate hands to pick, wipe and press. As the sound of the piano surrounded the entire square building, the demonic power that the demon people could not control was completely dissolved with the sound of the piano.
The demons collapsed on the ground in a mess and fell into a coma.
A crisis comes quickly and goes quickly.
The storyteller laughed, "There's a reason why Sifanglou has become the largest restaurant in the God Clan and is still bustling even at midnight."
After saying this, he waved his hand and said, "Come here, carry our friends from the demon tribe down and place them properly."
Seeing this scene, Yan Zhu's eyes widened slightly, and he looked surprised: "There are cultivators in the human world who can purify uncontrolled demonic energy?"
Qingxuan nodded: "The spiritual springs of the divine realm have been purified, the ancient gods have fallen, and the spiritual energy of the human realm has become even scarcer. The spiritual springs derived from them have changed, and the cultivation of the three races will also change accordingly. The world is constantly changing and seeking a new balance."
Yanzhu looked at the man and woman behind the white veil, and suddenly felt a little curious.
Who is the other party?
Yan Zhu was hesitant. On the one hand, she wanted to make friends, but on the other hand, she was naturally timid and lacked confidence.
If it was the second form, he might have already stepped out.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her wrist. It turned out that Qingxuan was pulling her up and walking towards the white gauze curtain on the first floor.
"If you want to go, go. Don't hesitate." The man said calmly.
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