All Gods: Starting with Two Families

Chapter 162 The Breath of the Eagle”I want to be your believer too.”

Leon stared at the pot of sunflowers, his brow furrowed so deeply it could have crushed a fly as he spoke.

The word ”believer” felt awkward coming from his mouth, as if he were speaking a foreign language he had never learned.

Moby picked up the sunflowers, his expression darkening.

”I don’t believe in My God to gain anything.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unquestionable firmness. ”Having something to believe in is, in itself, a form of happiness.”

Leon was stunned for a moment as he looked at his younger brother, who had been treated as trash since childhood. In those eyes that could see nothing, there was now a light he had never seen before.

He fell silent for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and looked back at the pot of sunflowers.

”Very well,” he said, his tone calming down. ”I wish to believe in You.”

Moby frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this attitude. However, he still turned around and began to perform the prayer movements with meticulous precision.

He drew an inverted ”8” on his chest. The symbol was connected end to end, looping endlessly.

”Respected God of Metamorphosis, through my mortal body, achieve transcendence.”

Leon followed suit.

When his hand drew that inverted ”8” on his chest, his movements were as clumsy as a child just learning to write. But he did finish it, and he did indeed recite those words.

A tiny thread of faith rose from Leon, faint and flickering, connecting to Zhou Zheng.

The thread was as thin as a strand of hair, liable to snap at any moment.

Zhou Zheng glanced at his current network of faith.

The thickest thread was connected to Moby. It was the thread of a Fanatic—sturdy, resilient, and glowing with a golden light.

Over a dozen thinner threads came from the people at the Relief House who received bread every day. They were True Believers with decent piety, but not yet at the level of fanaticism.

Then there was Leon’s thread.

A Casual Believer. Slightly better than none, but only just.

But for the current Zhou Zheng, this small connection was enough. Having just devoured a divine authority fragment and recovered a bit of power, combined with this newly connected thread—

It was enough.

He ”looked” toward Leon.

Inside this man’s body, a force was slowly flowing. It was the native extraordinary system of this world—the Breathing Technique.

Leon was likely practicing some Family-inherited Breathing Technique—shallow, crude, and inefficient.

Zhou Zheng mobilized the small amount of power he had just recovered and probed into Leon’s body.

The circulation route of the Breathing Technique appeared in his ”eyes.” It was a simple path: inhaled through the nose, sinking into the lungs, and then dispersing to the limbs.

He recalled the way power circulated within the Eagle People in his divine realm as they soared through the skies.

Eagle Breathing.

Leon’s eyes suddenly widened.

He felt his body spontaneously performing the Breathing Technique! It wasn’t his active doing; rather, that newly connected mysterious power was guiding his body.

The path had changed.

It was different from before. A longer route, more Meridians, and deeper nourishment. With every breath, he felt his strength increase a bit.

After fifteen minutes, the guiding force vanished.

But the new Breathing Technique was already etched into his body.

Leon stood frozen in place.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist. The feeling of being filled with power was unprecedented. He tried running the new Breathing Technique once—it was smooth, natural, and at least thirty percent stronger than before.

Thirty percent.

In this world, Breathing Techniques were secrets never to be shared. Every Family guarded their own Breathing Technique more closely than their lives; it was their foundation, the basis of their Legacy, something generations had paid for with their blood.

Since childhood, he had known that the Uss Family’s Eagle Breathing Technique was decent among third-rate families, but far inferior compared to the first-rate ones.

Thirty percent.

This was the gap between a third-rate Family and a first-rate Family.

Leon’s breathing gradually became heavy. He looked up at the pot of sunflowers again, his gaze completely transformed.

He was different from Moby.

Moby had been treated as an outcast since childhood; in the eyes of the Family, his only purpose in life was simply to exist.

But Leon was different. He was the eldest son of the Uss Family, taught from a young age to revitalize the Family. This territory had been passed down from his father, and he dreamed of making it bigger and stronger.

With just this improved Breathing Technique, he was confident he could expand his territory by a full hundred percent.

Double.

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

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Zhou Zheng withdrew his gaze.

Providing this Breathing Technique had cost him a significant amount. If he were in his own divine realm, he would have simply remarked: ”What a garbage cultivation method.”

But here, it was different.

In the God-Forsaken Land, a deity’s power was severely restricted. If Leon hadn’t been practicing the Eagle Breathing Technique, and if one of Zhou Zheng’s initial followers hadn’t been the Eagle People, he wouldn’t have been able to optimize it.

But he considered it a necessary investment.

A proper potion system, limited by the total amount of Law, could never be fully popularized. Limited resources could only nurture a limited number of extraordinary individuals.

Moreover, the side effect of his sequence 9—becoming blind—would also deter many believers.

Therefore, it was essential to borrow the power of the native world.

Knight Breathing Technique. This thing didn’t require the consumption of Law or the ingestion of potions; as long as someone taught it and one was willing to practice hard, it could be passed down through generations.

Although its ceiling wasn’t high—reaching only Sequence 6 at its end—it was sufficient as a grassroots force.

Leon was a man with ambition, ability, and resources. Supporting him was equivalent to turning the resources of the entire Great Us Territory into his own reserve force.