I am Just a Wild God, Why are You Kneeling Before the Heavenly Dao?

64: The divine power is inviolable”Huh?”

A cacophony of noise reached Lin Chuping, and his gaze instantly fixed on the Wang Family Manor.

His Divine Thought allowed him to clearly ”see” the scene inside the courtyard — Wang Tu, accompanied by over a dozen clansmen, was confronting the Wang Family Head.

It was quite lively.

”How interesting!”

”It seems this Wang Family isn’t entirely beyond saving.”

Lin Chuping’s lips curved slightly, a wisp of golden Thunder Punishment coiling around his fingertip.

The power of Thunder Punishment, after his advancement, was several times stronger than before, but it still restricted him from punishing beings who hadn’t committed acts of Killing Intent.

However... ”Divine Might must not be violated.”

He swept his Divine Thought over the people in the courtyard; faint black Qi floated above the heads of the clansmen standing behind the Wang Family Head, clearly indicating they had often aided the wicked.

”Since you’re actively seeking death, tomorrow I’ll treat you to a feast of Thunder Punishment.”

Golden light flared in Lin Chuping’s eyes, ”Whether you survive or not depends on your own fate.”

***

At this moment, in the Wang Family Manor, night had already fallen.

Though the courtyard was brightly lit, an oppressive Aura permeated everywhere, making it hard to breathe.

The servants were all terrified, trembling slightly, desperately hoping no one would notice them, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to disappear into.

”Father, don’t be so stubborn!”

Wang Tu stood in the center of the hall, followed by over a dozen Wang Family clansmen.

”Opposing a deity will only lead to self-destruction!”

”Impudent!”

Wang Desheng exploded in rage, slamming his palm on the table; the solid wood tabletop cracked with a sound.

”Are you lecturing your old man?”

Wang Tu’s expression remained unchanged, only a slight bow of his head: ”Your son wouldn’t dare. But Lord Chuping’s manifestation is witnessed by the entire village. If our Wang Family insists on being enemies with the Temple Official, I’m afraid...”

”Afraid of what?”

Wang Desheng sneered.

”A mere rustic temple, dares to call itself a deity? Are there still deities in this world? It’s nothing but tricks to deceive people!”

”Only you juniors would fall for it; you can’t deceive me!”

Everyone in the hall changed color upon hearing this.

An elder behind Wang Tu couldn’t help but speak up: ”Family Head, be careful with your words! Matters of deities should not be discussed lightly!”

The Wang Family Head’s eyes were cold as he slowly scanned the room. At this glance, his heart sank. He discovered that almost half of the clan stood with Wang Tu, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Then he burst into laughter: ”Good, very good! It seems my Wang Family has raised a bunch of cowardly good-for-nothings!”

The Wang Family Head suddenly drew the saber from his waist; the blade gleamed coldly in the candlelight.

”Tomorrow at noon, those willing to follow me to the ancestral hall will be rewarded with two hundred taels of silver! Those who dare not go—”

The tip of the saber suddenly pointed at Wang Tu, ”—then get out of the Wang Family with this unfilial son!”

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

A moment later, about two-thirds of the clansmen silently moved to stand behind the Wang Family Head.

Wang Tu looked at the remaining clansmen and took a deep breath: ”Father, since you insist, your son will have to take these people to the temple for temporary refuge. I hope you... reconsider.”

”Get out!”

”Get out of here!”

The Wang Family Head roared, ”From now on, I have no son like you!”

Wang Tu said no more, silently leading the clansmen who chose to follow him out of the main hall.

Outside the courtyard, the night wind was biting. Wang Tu looked up in the direction of the ancestral hall, his eyes filled with worry.

”Young Lord, do we really have to go to the temple?” a young clansman asked softly.

Wang Tu nodded: ”I was present when Lord Chuping manifested; it’s not fake. Father... he’s been blinded by false power and can no longer see the truth.”

He paused, ”We go to the temple not only for refuge but also to show our sincerity to the deity. If Father... if something truly unexpected happens, at least our branch can be preserved.”

Everyone remained silent, following Wang Tu towards the temple on the mountainside outside the village.

In the night, their figures appeared particularly solitary.

***

At the same time, inside the ancestral hall, Liu Chunsheng was guiding the villagers in Cultivating the Faith Cultivation Art.

Over the past three days, the villagers had made rapid progress, especially Qian Shi, who could already draw a trace of Power Of Faith to circulate within his body.

”Chunsheng, I... I feel a warm current moving inside my body!”

Qian Shi excitedly reported his Cultivation experience. These past few days, he had been eating and living in the ancestral hall, diligently Cultivating alongside Lian Ruyue, as if he had become a different person.

Liu Chunsheng nodded with satisfaction: ”Good, this is the Power Of Faith. If you sincerely believe in Lord Chuping, you will naturally receive Divine Power in return.”

He looked around at everyone, ”Tomorrow, the Wang Family is very likely to attack. Everyone, rest well tonight and conserve your energy.”

Although the villagers had a basic foundation in Cultivation, they still felt nervous at the thought of facing the Wang Family’s Martial Artists.

Liu Chunsheng saw their worries and comforted them: ”Don’t worry, with Lord Chuping’s protection, we will be fine.”

In the dead of night, Liu Chunsheng knelt alone before Lord Chuping’s statue, praying.

***

The next day at noon, the scorching sun hung high in the sky.

As expected, the Wang Family Head arrived before the ancestral hall with over thirty Martial Artists, their Aura menacing.

Wang Desheng stood beside the Wang Family Head, looking completely submissive.

Each of these people carried weapons, exuding Killing Intent.

Leading them were the three most formidable experts of the Wang Family, said to have all reached the Fourth Realm, considered top-tier among Mortal Martial Artists.

”Liu Chunsheng! Get out here!”

The Wang Family Head stood in the open space in front of the ancestral hall and roared, his voice shaking the surrounding leaves.

Clearly, the Wang Family Head was also a Martial Artist, and his Realm was not low.

The ancestral hall’s main doors slowly opened, and Liu Chunsheng emerged with over twenty villagers.

Compared to the Wang Family Martial Artists, the villagers’ Aura was slightly weaker, but their eyes gleamed with determination.

Liu Chunsheng did not look at the Wang Family Head, only calmly asked Wang Desheng.

”Steward Wang, three days have passed. Is Steward Wang here to collect the silver?”

Before Wang Desheng could say anything, the Wang Family Head exploded in rage.

”I’ll collect your * * *! Today I will flatten this ancestral hall and let you know the consequences of offending the Wang Family!”

He waved his hand, ”Attack! One hundred taels of silver to whoever captures Liu Chunsheng alive!”

Under the heavy reward, the Wang Family Martial Artists roared and charged forward.

Liu Chunsheng’s eyes narrowed, the Power Of Faith within him circulated rapidly, and he formed a hand seal. A golden light shot from his palm, forming a light shield in the air, blocking the first few Martial Artists who rushed forward.

”Everyone, form a formation!”

Liu Chunsheng shouted.

Qian Shi and the others immediately took their positions according to the formation they had practiced these past few days, forming a unique array.

Everyone chanted Lord Chuping’s name in unison, and wisps of Power Of Faith surged from their bodies, interweaving into a net in the air.

The Wang Family Martial Artists, upon hitting this net of faith, immediately felt as if they were trapped in a quagmire, their movements becoming sluggish.

Seeing this, the three Fourth Realm experts snorted coldly, their Spiritual Qi erupting, forcefully tearing open a gap.

”Mere illusionary tricks, daring to show off before an expert!”

The leading expert struck a palm towards Liu Chunsheng’s chest; the palm wind was fierce, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Liu Chunsheng hastily raised his arm to block, being shaken back several steps by the palm strike, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He was secretly alarmed: this Fourth Realm Martial Artist was indeed formidable. If not for the Power Of Faith protecting him, that palm strike could have taken his life.

The battle instantly escalated.