Chapter 218
[The Main System said that the host's lethargy and huge appetite, as well as feeling refreshed and healthy after eating and sleeping well, are partly due to the system consuming energy after the upgrade.
But the main reason is that the host has likely received the incense offerings from mortal believers, causing your divine soul to evolve toward that of an immortal god.
Look at the clay idols and wooden statues in temples and Daoist shrines. After enjoying the incense offerings of mortals year after year, who is to say they will not develop spiritual sentience one day? With good luck, they might even achieve godhood in this world.]
Hearing the system's explanation, Yue Fuguang's heart churned like a stormy sea, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back. She had actually received incense offerings without even knowing it!
"System, I... I won't end up like them, will I?" In her past life, she seemed to have heard that gods who achieved their status through offerings became dependent on incense, and their power was restricted by it.
This was not something Yue Fuguang, who liked to keep everything in her own hands, wanted to see.
[Of course not. First, there has not been enough time; second, the power of faith is not strong enough. The host's current situation can be understood as the incense nourishing your divine soul.
A powerful divine soul can reshape itself even without a physical body.]
Reshaping a physical body with the divine soul? Yue Fuguang stroked her plump chin. Being able to create a body according to her own wishes without spending points, this idea was absolutely brilliant!
So, when the system asked if she wanted to take a look at her divine soul, she agreed immediately without any hesitation.
After dismissing everyone from the room, Yue Fuguang closed her eyes and concentrated. Following the system's guidance, she saw a small ball of light shimmering with a faint golden glow, suspended in a pitch-black space.
That ball of light gave her a feeling of extreme intimacy. Was this her? Why was it different from what she had imagined?
Influenced by cultivation novels, she had thought it would either be a miniature version of herself, a sea of spiritual consciousness, or perhaps a white ball of light.
Her own, shining with golden light, looked exceptionally precious at first glance.
After she withdrew her consciousness, the system said, [Host, did you see it? That is your divine soul. When it grows a bit more and our level increases further, you will be able to cast spells relying on the Merit System.
The Merit System is equivalent to a magical artifact. With the help of this artifact, you can master supernatural powers.
If everything goes smoothly, during the Great Yan drought three years from now, you might not even need to pray for rain. You could just shout 'Let it rain,' and with your words acting as law, sweet dew would truly fall.]
"How come this is different from the cultivation novels I have read? Do you not have to form hand seals to summon rain? Just shouting for it to come is way too awesome!"
[You said it yourself, those are novels. Of course there is a difference from reality!
Host, trust me. As long as your divine soul continues to grow stronger, your ideal body with bones of white jade, spirit like autumn waters, and eyes like stars, along with the absolute best cultivation aptitude...
You might be able to achieve all this without relying on a massive amount of points, and perhaps without even needing to do too many missions after leaving this world.]
Yue Fuguang lay back on the bed, adopting the perfect posture of a slacker. "System, I am feeling a bit stuffed from this massive pie in the sky you have drawn for me today.
Spit it out, what do you want?"
Afraid the system might go too far, she immediately added, "We have already leaked enough information. Any more, and the entire civil and military court will suspect the two of us are chatterboxes!"
For the sake of realism, the two of them always rambled on about this and that, making it seem like a normal conversation. Otherwise, she could summarize the mission in just two sentences every time.
It was still because her influence was not strong enough. Otherwise, she could just lay her cards on the table, and they would still carry out her orders properly.
[Uh... how about you lend me some more points, Host? We have saved up over thirty thousand these past few days. Once today's mission points arrive, we will break fifty thousand, so...]
Yue Fuguang was speechless for a moment. It had spent all this time painting a glorious picture of the path to godhood for her, and it turned out it was all just for points!
Thinking that the system repairing its data would also benefit her, she said, "I will give you ten thousand. I still need to save some for the limited-time ninety-percent-off sale when the store opens!
When will the system store be available? Have you received any news on your end?"
Hearing that it would get ten thousand, the system suddenly felt that the pie it had just drawn for the host was totally worth it!
Speaking of the store, it recalled how it had waited several days for a reply after asking the Main System a question. This was the first time it had been so slow, leading it to guess that the Main System's data must have suffered significant damage from that attack.
So it replied, [There is no news from the Main System yet. I reckon it will not be too soon.]
"Alright then. Leave the picture of Old Bastard Xu getting struck by lightning for me, and you are dismissed!" Yue Fuguang rolled over, changing from lying on her stomach to lying on her back.
She called up the system panel and carefully admired the picture of Old Bastard Xu getting struck.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. After just one glance, Yue Fuguang could not help but click her tongue. Too tragic!
Xu Qian's official uniform hung on his fat body like a torn rag. His exposed skin was a grayish-black color and was even emitting green smoke.
This green smoke definitely carried the scent of roasted meat!
Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making it look like a cultivator undergoing a heavenly tribulation.
While Yue Fuguang thought it looked like a cultivator undergoing a tribulation, the rumors outside did not see it that way.
Rumors in the streets all said that Xu Qian must have done something so wicked that it angered both heaven and the people, provoking the heavens to send down a lightning punishment to discipline him!
As for this rumor, regardless of whether others believed it or not, there were a few people who believed most of it.
One was Concubine Mei, who had been having an illicit affair with Xu Qian. She thought that her incestuous relationship with her father-in-law was what brought about the lightning punishment.
Would she be the next one to be punished? So she went overnight to find her accomplice, the undercover servant boy named Shunzi in Xu Qian's courtyard.
The two conspired to sneak into the study tonight while Xu Qian was unconscious. Regardless of whether they could find any useful information, they would run away first thing tomorrow morning.
It could be said that even though she was scared half to death, Concubine Mei was still very dedicated to carrying out her mission as a spy.
Yue Fuguang could not help but shake her head and sigh. She was the ultimate workhorse! Even with her life threatened, she did not forget to pull off one last job before leaving.
The others were Huang Shouping, who had been farting incessantly since leaving the court today, and Zhang Tingji, who had been itching all over his body.
When Zhang Tingji and Huang Shouping met, they both saw each other's miserable state. Though they did not say it out loud, they could not help but mutter in their hearts.
Their current situation was clearly abnormal. They had sought out Sun Huajing, the head physician of the Imperial Hospital. After checking their pulses separately, he only shook his head. "I cannot cure it, I cannot cure it!"
He was just an imperial physician, not an immortal god. How could he undo the methods of Lord Divine Artifact?
Sun Huajing: I did not know I was this capable!
Huang Shouping looked awkwardly at Zhang Tingji, who was standing ten meters away, covering his mouth and nose, and occasionally scratching himself all over. "Brother Zhang, is our situation because we offended that person?"
He pointed his finger in the direction of the Yu Manor.
Zhang Tingji really wanted to shake his head in denial. The rise of the Yu family did not align with the interests of their Zhang family. Under his family's orders to investigate the situation of Prince Ming, he was also doing everything in his power to suppress the Yu family, especially that Junior Preceptor who was currently riding high.
He guessed that the latter instruction was mostly because the clan leader was acting on someone else's request.
After all, even if the eldest son of the Yu family, Yu Qingyu, had rejected the Zhang family's marriage proposal, the family would not necessarily insist on suppressing the Yu family's momentum just because of that.