Chapter 12 I am a god
Qin Xiao?
Chu Jiubian looked at it again and confirmed that it was indeed the Qin Xiao he knew.
That's really strange.
According to the system's explanation of the Divine Realm's functions, Qin Xiao would not affect his completion of the system's tasks, nor was he a heinous criminal; otherwise, the system would not have included him in its selection pool.
But the system marks it as "not recommended," so why is that?
Is it because Qin Xiao is the villain?
Chu Jiubian still doesn't understand the origin and purpose of the system, so he can't guess the motive behind the other party's actions.
Even if the system didn't prompt him, he wouldn't choose Qin Xiao to become his follower.
Because he was 100% certain that no matter how well he disguised himself, Qin Xiao would be able to guess his identity instantly.
After all, Chu Jiubian has been acting strangely around the other party lately, so it's hard not to guess what's going on.
So it's very possible that he pulled Qin Xiao in, and the other party killed him right afterward.
That would be a losing proposition.
"System," Chu Jiubian asked, "Will I have another chance to select the people I couldn't choose this time?"
Yes, host, keywords in the card pool can be extracted repeatedly.
For example, if you chose the "Armed" card this time, you will still have a chance to draw this card next time. The "Alternate Believer" identity card, which is related to the keyword, will also reappear as soon as the keyword card is drawn.
That means there will be another chance to draw these people again in the future.
Chu Jiubian looked at Qin Xiao's cards, his eyes filled with undisguised interest.
Once he has the strength to speak with Qin Xiao on equal terms, he must bring him into the God Realm and let him see the abilities of his "One True God".
This made Prince Ning willingly submit to him.
But that's a story for another time.
Right now, Chu Jiubian still needs to recruit an armed force that can serve him and a commander who is absolutely loyal to him.
Without further hesitation, he lightly tapped the third card with his fingertip.
Instantly, the other three cards dissipated into white smoke, but this card floated up to Chu Jiubian's eyes and magnified to the size of a computer screen.
The words on the card then spread out like ink wash painting, gradually disappearing and being replaced by a brand new picture.
The scene depicts a simple tent, roughly the same size as Chu Jiubian's current bedroom.
However, the furnishings and furniture in this tent were practically "penniless" compared to those in Chu Jiubian's bedroom. There was only a bed, a dining table and chairs, and a wooden frame with silver-white armor hanging on it.
Clearly, this must be the camp of Jiang Shuoye, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Desert Army.
The tent door was pushed open from the outside, and Chu Jiubian stared intently at it.
Sunlight streamed in from outside the door, enveloping the person behind him, making it impossible for Chu Jiubian to see the other person's face clearly. He could only see that the person was tall, with a straight back and shoulders that were slightly broader than those of an average person.
The figure walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and then went straight to the table, picked up the kettle, and poured most of it into the spout.
After putting down the kettle, Chu Jiubian finally saw the other person's face clearly and was surprised for a moment, not expecting that this person was quite handsome.
However, he wasn't handsome like Qin Xiao, but rather a more rugged and masculine kind of handsome. If Qin Xiao was a wolf skilled at lurking and disguising itself, then this man was a calm and valiant lion.
A thumb-long, sharp, and deep scar on his left eyebrow bone cut off his thick eyebrow, adding to his menacing aura.
This person looks like a very capable fighter, and he's the kind of commander who is brave, resourceful, steady, and cautious.
Chu Jiubian became more and more satisfied with what he saw.
The young general in the picture casually wiped the water stains from his lips, and then walked towards the bed, seemingly wanting to take a nap.
However, after taking only two steps, he stopped and turned his head to look at a certain spot in the house.
There was nothing there, yet he always felt as if something was watching him.
Chu Jiubian met Jiang Shuoye's gaze through the image on the card and slightly raised an eyebrow.
Undeniably, the opponent's sudden surge of killing intent sent chills down Chu Jiubian's spine.
But that's all.
Realizing this, Chu Jiubian's heart sank.
This was a great general who had been on the battlefield and killed countless people, but he found that the sense of threat this man posed to him was far less than that posed by Qin Xiao.
But this is definitely not because Jiang Shuo is weak, but because Qin Xiao is even more terrifying.
This is not a good thing, Chu Jiubian thought to himself.
Jiang Shuoye looked around the tent carefully to make sure there was nothing there before hesitantly walked to the bedside and sat down.
This person is too vigilant; to draw believers into the divine realm, one must do so while the other is asleep or in a daze.
In order not to waste time, Chu Jiubian asked the system to turn off the screen.
Jiang Shuoye is too cautious. If he keeps noticing that he's being watched, he probably won't be able to sleep.
So we can just wait for the system to bring the person in.
Inside the tent, Jiang Shuoye no longer felt spied on, so he took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and without changing his dirty clothes from half a day of training, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
It must be because the Tatars have been making trouble on the border lately, and the newly trained cavalry is so incompetent that he has become so paranoid.
He rubbed his stiff brow and slowly exhaled.
Not long after, he seemed to drift off to sleep.
But the next moment, he felt as if he were being stared at by some enormous creature, and an instinctive fear surged into his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes.
Before my eyes was a vast expanse of white mist, with wisps of golden light flowing within it.
Before he could even realize where he was, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness and began to fall rapidly.
He immediately channeled his inner energy, changed his posture the instant he landed, bent his knees to release the force, and landed steadily on one knee.
Upon landing, he immediately stood up, his muscles tense, his hands clenched into fists, and his sharp eyes staring straight ahead.
Ahead, the clouds and mist still swirled, and that terrifying pressure came from the depths of those clouds and mist.
What's going on?
Where is he now?
What lies ahead?
Jiang Shuoye's breathing was long and steady, his mind filled with doubts, but his face showed no sign of panic.
Suddenly, a long and ethereal cry rang out. He looked up abruptly and saw what appeared to be a bird with a long golden tail flapping its wings in the clouds above, before disappearing in an instant.
Phoenix?
Jiang Shuoye's first thought rushed into his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.
Looking up, he saw the palace eaves scattered among the clouds.
This place looks just like the fairyland described in folk tales.
Jiang Shuo frowned, his gaze warily sweeping over the slowly drifting clouds around him. He cautiously took each step forward, moving silently towards the horizon.
The fog seemed endless, but after he had only taken a few steps, he smelled a refreshing plum blossom fragrance, and the fog dissipated considerably.
He went from only being able to see the ground beneath his feet to being able to see clearly two steps away.
After walking for more than ten steps, the fog in front of us almost completely dissipated, replaced by a pure white space, as large as more than ten training grounds.
The space was square, extending into the white mist on all sides, with two thick, tall, straight jade pillars with coiled dragons on each side, stretching upwards without end.
In the very center of the space was a long white jade table, about six zhang long.
There was only one chair at the table, with its back facing away from him.
It was just a dream.
Jiang Shuoye understood; only dreams could be so absurd and bizarre, except this dream was exceptionally real.
His tense body relaxed slightly, but he remained instinctively alert to any possible movements around him, and naturally did not ignore the terrifying pressure directly in front of him.
But knowing it was a dream, he lost his initial guard and was able to analyze the scene before him.
I suppose the chair by the table was prepared for him, but I don't know what it's for.
He walked up to the table and curiously reached out to touch the back of the chair.
It felt warm and smooth to the touch, better than any jade he had ever seen. Upon closer inspection, he could see some golden runes flowing between the jade stones.
It's truly amazing; it really is a dream.
Jiang Shuoye sat down in the chair, placed his arms on the armrests, and looked straight ahead.
A dozen or so feet ahead, red plum blossoms were faintly visible in the misty fog, and a gust of wind brought them a sweet fragrance.
What lies ahead?
He frowned slightly, intending to walk further ahead to take a look.
Just as he was about to get up, a long gust of wind blew by.
He instinctively raised his arm to shield himself, and when he looked up again, he noticed that the veil-like white mist in front of him seemed to have thinned out a bit.
Moreover, it gets thinner towards the top.
Jiang Shuoye slowly raised his head through the misty curtain, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Beneath the hazy clouds, enormous golden shadows could be seen slowly moving, like... dragons.
Beneath those shadows sat a hazy yet enormous figure, like the most magnificent statue in a temple.
Unlike the solemnity of those Buddha and deity statues, the person in front of him was not meditating, but sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, supporting his face with one hand, in a lazy posture.
The figure seemed to know that Jiang Shuoye was watching him, and actually slowly sat up straight.
As the other person moved, a series of soft, crisp sounds, like the clinking of jewelry, filled the previously quiet space.
It seems that this is the source of the oppressive feeling.
Even knowing it was a dream, Jiang Shuoye instinctively tensed up, but instead of immediately getting up to defend himself, he asked, "Who's causing this?"
After a moment of silence, the statue seemed to chuckle softly.
Jiang Shuoye frowned as he looked at the figure.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked.
Chu Jiubian looked down at the man in front of the long table. The man's gaze was not on Chu Jiubian himself, but on the huge projection he had made at a higher place.
If Jiang Shuoye could see the whole picture at this moment, he would find that Chu Jiubian himself was not as tall as him, but the projection behind him, which resembled "the law of heaven and earth", was like a god.
"I am the supreme god." The god's voice was cold and languid, like that of a young man.
All those years as an actor haven't been in vain; Chu Jiubian could easily change his voice.
His excellent delivery of lines made him not embarrassed at all when he recited these lines, which he himself found cringeworthy and embarrassing; on the contrary, they were quite convincing.
Jiang Shuoye looked up at him, his tense body finally relaxing completely.
This dream is getting more and more absurd; I should wake up soon.
So, relaxed, he was no longer as silent and aloof as he usually was in the military camp. Instead, he became more talkative and asked, "May I ask which deity you are?"
He himself did not believe in gods or anything like that, but he had heard of the names of some gods. Many of them were supreme gods, but they all had their own names.
Chu Jiubian had already thought about this problem.
He couldn't possibly impersonate any legendary deity, so he had to make up a real name.
He then needs to rely on his followers to gather information and cultivate his power. He needs to be involved with the identity of "Chu Jiubian" and make sure that the identity of "Chu Jiubian" is higher than his own in the Divine Realm. Only then will his followers realize that everything he did in the Divine Realm was to help "Chu Jiubian" and have a sudden realization.
In other words, he must gradually reveal, in the process of making his followers fully believe in him, the fact that he in the divine realm actually obeys, believes in, and even fanatically loves "Chu Jiubian".
The only truly high-ranking "god" can be "Chu Jiu Bian".
In this way, even if the system ceases to exist later, he can still use the identity of "Chu Jiubian" to inherit the faith of these believers in the Divine Realm and make them continue to obey him. After all, he is a higher god than this "god" in the Divine Realm.
So after much thought, he actually found a very suitable identity: the one he played before he traveled through time.
Chu Jiubian's voice was clear, cold, and casual, echoing in the vast space.
You may call me—
"High Priest".
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