Chapter 1528 - 1529: Holding Accountable
Yang Fei chuckled silently, "You call that feudal superstition, where would there be gods?"
He stood up, puffing out his chest, "The world is vast, I am the god."
Ye Shengge was taken aback, rushed up, and covered Yang Fei's mouth.
"Blas~pheming the deities, do you not want to live?"
Yang Fei sighed, squatted down, staring at Ye Shengge with his dark, bright eyes.
"You've read so many books and have been exposed to Earth's modern civilization, how can you believe such nonsense?"
Ye Shengge shook her head, "No, this world really has gods."
"All races must live according to the will of the gods."
Yang Fei looked at Ye Shengge with curiosity, "How do you know there are gods, have you seen them with your own eyes?"
Ye Shengge shook her head.
"I haven't seen gods, but every year, divine envoys come to the Night Clan headquarters to convey the will of the gods."
"No matter who it is, if anyone goes against the divine will, the divine envoys will come personally to execute divine punishment."
Yang Fei widened his eyes and cursed.
"Damn, divine punishment again, have you seen the divine envoys? How strong are they?"
Though Ye Shengge was only a Gangjin Master martial artist, her insight was very extraordinary, and Yang Fei trusted her judgment.
"What do you want to do?"
Yang Fei shrugged lazily.
"Which god doesn't rely on envoys to execute their will?"
"I'm thinking, if we take out the divine envoy, it must be fun."
"My god, you're lawless, daring to speak such things…"
Ye Shengge was startled, looking at Yang Fei in horror.
Among the Night Clansmen, no matter how bold, no one dared to discuss gods, let alone defy their will.
For someone like Yang Fei to openly plan to assassinate a divine envoy, challenging the authority of gods, was beyond everyone's imagination.
Yang Fei saw the frightened look in Ye Shengge's eyes, knowing that they lived in a world with gods and had completely submitted to the divine will.
Saying such things was truly shocking for them.
"Then, you must have seen a divine envoy before, what do they look like?"
Ye Shengge, who was initially terrified by Yang Fei's remark, switched the topic.
Invisible Brother came to his senses from the shock and shook his head.
"There are three divine envoys in total; I've only seen one, who was a woman."
"I've heard the strongest isn't the divine envoys, but the Grand Priest who serves the gods."
"So powerful? So, the gods have at least four powerful martial practitioners, I wonder how strong they are?"
Yang Fei pondered, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, calculating in his mind.
Ye Shengge, seeing Yang Fei deep in thought, mustered up the courage to advise him.
"I advise you not to think about the gods; they're an irresistible force. We can't even entertain such thoughts."
"Otherwise, not only will our Night Clan suffer, but you won't escape either."
Yang Fei chuckled mockingly at Ye Shengge.
"Do you think the gods would let you lead your people out of this world?"
Ye Shengge was stunned, her face turning white, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Yang Fei leaned lazily back in his chair, trying to make himself more comfortable.
"Rest assured, if there really are gods, this world wouldn't overlap with Earth Space."
"This suggests that so-called gods are powerless against the forces of nature, merely powerful martial artists."
As he spoke, a blade-like light flashed in his eyes.
"What I can be sure of is that the gods wouldn't allow us intruders to exist."
"They must find a way to eliminate us to maintain the balance of this world."
Yang Fei's remarks weren't without basis; he could vaguely feel a faint hostility from this world towards him.
This hostility couldn't be sensed by ordinary people, but Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme could clearly detect it.
The suddenly cold wind blowing in his face, the pebble rolling down the hill, would coincidentally hit Yang Fei's head.
Even Yang Fei's injured finger couldn't heal in time.
This world's hostility was evident in every detail.
Yang Fei even suspected that if it weren't for his physically exceptional condition, he might have been killed by the climate imbalance.
Despite this, Yang Fei still didn't believe in the existence of gods.
The control over this world should be a kind of Martial Will.
When a person's Martial Will becomes strong enough, it can influence others, invisibly compelling the will of others.
If a martial artist reaches beyond the Spirit Martial Realm, their Spiritual Martial Qi and the communication with the world will obey the martial artist's will.
This is the highest realm of a martial artist, where man triumphs over nature.
Ye Shengge was startled when she heard Yang Fei's explanation.
"If the gods are really that powerful, aren't we in great danger? Just a thought can kill us."
Yang Fei shook his head, "This idea comes from ancient books; I don't know if it's true."
"But as you said, if the gods really control this world, you and I have long been doomed for such blasphemy."
He stood up, his brows furrowed.
"I believe there must be something fishy about this."
Saying that, Yang Fei looked at Ye Shengge.
"By the way, do you know where the divine envoys live?"
Ye Shengge shook her head, "I don't know."
"The divine envoys come and go tracelessly; nobody knows where they reside."
Yang Fei sneered, "Hiding and sneaking around, either a traitor or a thief, I must find out the truth of this matter."
Ring-ring, ring-ring!
At this moment, both clearly heard a crisp bell sound.
The sound seemed to come from far away, yet close at hand, distant yet nearby, drifting unpredictably.
Ye Shengge was holding a cup of water, upon hearing the bell, her face turned pale.
The wooden cup silently fell from her hands.
She appeared spellbound, staring blankly, listening attentively.
Yang Fei also heard the bell, frowning, "What is that?"
Ye Shengge seemed to wake from a dream, suddenly jumping up, trembling uncontrollably.
"Yang Fei, the divine envoy... the divine envoy has descended."
Just as Yang Fei was about to speak, he suddenly felt an overwhelming malice descend from the void.
That fierce killing intent, like a mist, was all-pervasive, enveloping the world.
Within Yang Fei, the Turtle Extreme quickly revolved, faintly issuing sharp warnings, hinting at a foreboding premonition.
"All Night Clansmen, head to the Ancestral Altar to welcome the divine envoy."
In the long corridor outside, three or four clear voices were shouting, though high-pitched, filled with twelve parts panic and fear.
Yang Fei and Ye Shengge exchanged a glance; both recognized the voices of the Four Great Matriarchs.
Ye Shengge's body began to tremble more uncontrollably.
"It must be because we arbitrarily appointed a Clan Leader, defying the divine will; the divine envoy has come to hold us accountable."