Bold Fiend, I Can Tell at a Glance You Aren't Human!

The divine voice resounded with immense grandeur, carrying an indescribable allure. How could those kiln workers dare to actually rise? The buzzing, hovering iron creations surpassed their understanding; ordinary weapon wielders likely commanded nothing like such overwhelming might. After all, flying in the sky had already broken through the limits of their comprehension. Witnessing this, Li Xiaodan dropped to his knees and kowtowed. The woman dressed as a Daoist nun stood firmly where she was, a flicker of doubt in her peach-blossom eyes. Finally, she glared at the man and snapped in displeasure, "Playing the ghost and posing as a god!" She didn't sense even a trace of divine presence from him. How could someone like that claim to be a god? In her heart, she was certain he was nothing more than a charlatan who duped people—a charlatan with a few parlor tricks. As her words fell, a gaze landed on her. He sat poised in midair, saying nothing. Chen Kangbao took a step forward. "These are the Heavenly God's divine angels!" Many of the drone-like flying contrivances took flight as if possessed of intellect. Kneeling on the ground, most of the kiln workers didn't dare look directly at the god, though a few daring souls stole peeks at the "angels." "What sort of trickery is this?" The woman dressed as a nun clearly didn't believe it. Without divine presence, how could he be a god? A profound perplexity welled up within her. "The Heavenly God's methods—are they something mere mortals can pry into?" Chen Kangbao declared, sounding entirely like a swindler's hype-man as he flanked Qi Yuan. The woman dressed as a nun looked at Chen Kangbao, a red glint flashing across her eyes as she attempted to see through the foundations of Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao. Unfortunately, discernment was not her forte, nor did she possess an implement suited for it, so she failed to detect anything out of the ordinary. At this moment, Qi Yuan, hoisted aloft by the drones transformed from mosquitoes and little birds, sat maintaining the guise of a god while his thoughts churned. *Still not quite perfect. I should have added an entrance theme, or some BGM.* To increase the progress bar, he had to play the part of a god convincingly. With Qi Yuan's clever mind, the easiest way to roleplay a god was to drape himself in special effects and celestial phenomena. Colorful visual effects paired with various divine echoes made fooling the people of this world a breeze. After all, people here possessed combat strength, yet lacked supernatural arts or wondrous phenomena. Moreover, this world was somewhat bizarre: Daoist methods didn't function, and even crafted talismans were nothing more than scrap paper. That was precisely why Qi Yuan planned to roleplay a god in this manner. "The divine heart is sagely! The Heavenly God cannot bear to watch the suffering of sentient beings, and has specially descended to the mortal realm to suppress guiling with his divine form!" "In Red Cloud Stockade, guiling run rampant, and believers have prayed day and night!" "Today, Divine Descent arrives, bringing clarity to the mortal realm!" Amidst the buzzing hum of the numerous drones, Chen Kangbao's voice rang out with extraordinary vigor. Li Xiaodan knelt on the ground, his small face a mix of wild joy and dread. The rest of the villagers were likewise brimming with gratitude. Lately, guiling had terrorized Red Cloud Stockade, claiming lives constantly and casting a pall of dark clouds over the settlement. Now that such a god had suddenly appeared to save them, how could they not rejoice? "The god has come to save us?" "O God, your humble people pay homage!" Praise poured from the lips of these kiln workers, their posture utterly reverent. Yet when Qi Yuan focused his ear, his superpower picked up a chaotic jumble of their heart-voices. *I wonder if making a wish to this god will actually work!* *I want to take three wives!* *I want to score for free and bed the top courtesan without paying a copper!* *May my parents be safe and sound, and my entire life go smoothly...* Did they take him for a wishing well? Granted, playing a god meant granting people's wishes. But for now, Qi Yuan was roleplaying Divine Descent; he only needed to fulfill the wishes of believers who possessed an idol. As for the rest, there was no need to bother. *Who would have thought the superpower I got when breaking through to the Purple Mansion could actually come in handy in this world?* Upon breaking through to the Purple Mansion, the superpower Qi Yuan had obtained caused his words to randomly fall into people's ears whenever he activated it. Moreover, if he responded to the voices his ears picked up, bizarre consequences would manifest. For instance, back in the Canglan Realm, Qi Yuan had heard the voice of a shut-in cultivator wishing for a devoted, attentive Dao companion. Qi Yuan had replied back then. In the next instant, a male masturbation sleeve appeared beside that shut-in cultivator. Bringing this superpower over to use in this world—wasn't that a perfect fit? "You want to slay Red Cloud Stockade's guiling?" The woman dressed as a nun was somewhat surprised. Though she didn't know how he was faking his divinity, purging the guiling of Red Cloud Stockade was a grave matter. A single misstep would lead to body and soul perishing, perhaps even speeding up the destruction of Red Cloud Stockade. "The guiling commits evil, believers have offered prayers, and so the Heavenly God has specially descended in true form to subjugate the guiling!" Chen Kangbao served as Qi Yuan's little megaphone. After all, while playing a god, it was best to speak sparingly. Mystery and the unknown were what inspired awe and reverence. Qi Yuan had even pondered whether he should turn his back on all living beings, facing the world only with his silhouette. Upon reflection, he decided against it. The woman dressed as a nun walked toward Qi Yuan, her eyes sizing him up continuously. At that moment, Zhou Hu hurried over as well. Looking at Qi Yuan and Chen Kangbao, an utterly bizarre expression crossed his face. He had never met Qi Yuan, and since Qi Yuan's face was veiled beneath a layer of light, obscuring his true features, Zhou Hu didn't connect the figure before him to the matrilocal son-in-law Qi Yuan. "I don't know what your purpose is, but... the guiling in Red Cloud Stockade is not something easily dealt with," the woman dressed as a nun said solemnly. "It has already touched the realm of the divine soul. Unless one is a Mystic-rank weapon wielder, it is impossible to contend against it." If Mortal-rank weapon wielders still fell within the scope of ordinary mortals, Yellow-rank could be considered extraordinary. As for the Mystic-rank above that, they tapped into the domain of the divine soul. A tempered divine soul was indestructible, something guiling avoided. Though the guiling of Red Cloud Stockade was Yellow-rank, it had touched upon the divine soul domain; no matter how many ordinary weapon wielders came, none could withstand a divine soul attack. "Your gaze is clear, devoid of sharp, radiant spirit; you should not be a Mystic-rank weapon wielder. "Moreover, you possess no magical implements. What do you intend to use against the guiling?" The woman dressed as a nun spoke in a heavy voice. Mystic-rank weapon wielders had powerful essence, energy, and spirit that naturally radiated outward, their temples full and their eyes gleaming with divine light. That was easy to judge. Most importantly, she detected no magical implements on Qi Yuan. As an implement master, so long as Qi Yuan hid an implement on his person, it couldn't escape her eyes. Divine artifacts were an exception, as were certain peculiar heaven-grade implements. Thus, she deduced he was a Yellow-rank weapon wielder who possessed some peculiar, uncanny methods. Such people were exceedingly rare. After all, having dealt with guiling for so long, geniuses occasionally researched certain guiling abilities and turned them to their own use. However, those could not be replicated. Beside them, Zhou Hu chimed in hurriedly, "Slaying the guiling must be planned carefully!" He was grateful for Qi Yuan's arrival. He had no desire to see Qi Yuan and the woman dressed as a nun clash. The two ought to join hands, investigate the guiling's past, and uncover its weaknesses. He laid out his reasoning to Qi Yuan then and there. "If dealing with a mere guiling were that complicated, where would a god's god-tier prestige be? "A god must possess class, just like me!" The moment Qi Yuan opened his mouth, his prestige plummeted, his words bordering on self-contradictory. The woman dressed as a nun rolled her eyes speechlessly. Gods did indeed possess prestige. Yet what god would openly tell outsiders that he needed to maintain prestige? Unless this god was insane. Zhou Hu fell silent as well, at a loss for words. "Though the Heavenly God bears no magical implements, he possesses a divine spear!" Chen Kangbao stepped in again as Qi Yuan's mouthpiece. Sinking his qi into his dantian, he roared, "Guiling of Red Cloud Stockade, come out and meet your death at once!" The thunderous shout shook the heavens. Anxiety and terror surged across Zhou Hu's face. "How dare you!" The woman dressed as a nun paled drastically. Once the guiling was drawn out, how were they supposed to handle it? And even if they refused to listen to advice, did they really have to rush into it this fast? Were they looking to die? As the echo faded, a gorgeous red mist seemed to spawn in the air above Red Cloud Stockade, which had already been smothered beneath dark clouds. A faint red vapor, suggestive and ghostly. A weeping wail, plaintive like a sob, intertwined with ragged panting. Then, abruptly, an agonizing shriek erupted—hysterical, like a female ghost from hell screaming, mingled with pain and exhilaration. From within an ancient well, raven-black hair stretched outward like a cascading waterfall, soaking wet. A voluptuous, flushed face emerged, eyes steeped in unbridled desire. That expression mirrored a curvy nightclub queen twisting her slender waist on the dance floor in hot pants and a crop top. The dress clinging to her body was tattered, as though shredded by a whip. Through the gaps, one could see whip marks crisscrossing her tender, delicate frame. Her bare back in particular was densely packed with bloody, raw lacerations—cruel yet bewitching. The woman dressed as a nun felt as though needles pricked her back, sensing an overwhelming threat. In that split second, the urge to flee crossed her mind. At the same time, she formed a guess regarding this guiling's origin. Likely, some depraved group had taken things too far while indulging in twisted pleasure, accidentally killing her before dumping the body down the ancient well. Her thoughts raced wildly as she sought a countermeasure. Right then, Chen Kangbao's eyes lit up. "Young Master, grant me your blessing quickly! This old servant wants to grab this guiling hard from behind!" His face beamed with anticipation, eyes practically glowing—a look that reminded Qi Yuan of those middle-aged variety show regulars in Korean programs who always played sleazy archetypes. "Young Master, do not worry for this old servant!" "To shed blood and sweat for the Young Master, I will not shrink back even in death!" Chen Kangbao repeated himself. His lupine ambitions were laid completely bare. Qi Yuan felt utterly speechless. *Please, you're currently playing the advisor to a god. Do you have to be this vile?* *What 'shed blood and sweat'—do you think I don't know what you actually want to shed?* Ignoring Chen Kangbao, Qi Yuan fixed his gaze on the female guiling covered in whip marks and tattered clothes. "Bold fiend, I can tell at a glance you aren't human!" "Taste my spear!" Unwrapping the long spear from his waist, Qi Yuan held it firm, stepped upon the "drones," and charged toward the guiling. In this thrust, he held nothing back, exuding supreme tyranny. "Be careful, she possesses a divine soul attack!" the woman dressed as a nun warned hurriedly, her face fraught with apprehension. Guiling capable of divine soul attacks were exceptionally difficult to handle. Even a Mortal-rank guiling could easily cause a Yellow-rank weapon wielder to capsize. A shrill giggle rang out, and heaven and earth seemed to spin in chaotic dizziness. The divine soul attack unleashed at that exact moment. This guiling's divine soul attack could plunge a person into a dreamscape. Within that dream, countless female guiling would appear, constantly demanding and draining the victim's vitality until dry. No one beneath a Mystic-rank weapon wielder could withstand it. "She launched her divine soul attack! Not good, let's leave!" The woman dressed as a nun was decisive. She had come out to temper herself, not to throw her life away! When it was time to run, one ran! Zhou Hu hesitated, his expression shifting repeatedly. "Wait, how did he block the divine soul attack?!" "No, how can a divine soul attack have no effect on him?" The woman dressed as a nun was profoundly shocked. Delight bloomed on Zhou Hu's face. "Doesn't that mean we have a chance?!" Itching for action, he moved to step forward and assist. "Just because he is immune doesn't mean you are! For you and me to go up there is nothing short of suicide. Right now, all we can hope is that he's strong enough!" The woman dressed as a nun spoke calmly. At the same time, her brow furrowed as if piecing something together. "This female guiling looks somewhat like the handiwork of an evil cult!" A body covered in whip marks, a face etched with agony and hedonistic yearning. It reminded the woman of an evil cult: Thorn Blood! This evil cult had betrayed humanity to consort with guiling. They had even researched how to convert living humans into guiling. One could say they were human traitors, committing every imaginable atrocity. Before she could dwell on it further, the collision between Qi Yuan and the voluptuous female guiling occurred. *Boom!* A deafening detonation exploded, crackling violently. A cold, stern glint flashed through Qi Yuan's eyes, yet the words that left his mouth were, "That's it?" This guiling was the strongest opponent Qi Yuan had encountered in this game so far. Even so, it remained well within his acceptable limits. If one thrust couldn't stab it to death, two surely would, wouldn't they? The female guiling couldn't speak, but confusion and disbelief surfaced in her eyes. Her signature divine soul attack had actually proven useless. The opponent's combat strength was startlingly ferocious; if this continued, she would be finished. "Wuu... wuu..." The female guiling couldn't speak, but she could weep. Hearing this, Qi Yuan blinked. "This guiling is too useless—she actually started crying from getting stabbed by me!" In the distance, Chen Kangbao saw this and suddenly yelled, "Not good, she's calling for backup!" The woman dressed as a nun froze as well. The nascent joy on Zhou Hu's face instantly vanished. From the ancient well, the sound of splashing water churned, as though numerous drowned ghosts were struggling to climb out. Qi Yuan's expression shifted slightly. "You didn't summon all the naked men from your orgy, did you?" Truth be told, Qi Yuan felt an urge to retreat, because laying eyes on a bunch of naked men would burn his eyes. On the other side, the woman dressed as a nun turned pale with horror. "Run! This is a spirit-nurturing ground of Thorn Blood!" Her suspicions were confirmed! This single guiling was indeed the handiwork of Thorn Blood. And Thorn Blood never created just one guiling. That meant there was more than one guiling like this woman. A spirit-nurturing ground held at least ten, if not more. Beneath the terrified gazes of everyone present, pale-faced, long-haired women crawled out from the ancient well, one after another. Soaking wet, their ghastly pale bodies covered in whip marks, their gazes seductive and burning. These guiling clustered together in orderly fashion, numbering a staggering... eighty-seven! The surrounding commoners turned ashen as corpses. Li Xiaodan felt like throwing up. They had drunk water from that well for so many years, yet so many corpses of female ghosts had been soaking inside it! "We're done for, we're completely done for!" Zhou Hu's face was painted with despair. So many guiling, and all of them so bizarre. This was no longer just the end of Red Cloud Stockade; Ninghe County was finished! Could this god... actually pull it off? Meanwhile, Chen Kangbao's body shook relentlessly, trembling like a sieve. Qi Yuan, by contrast, breathed a sigh of relief. Heaven had truly bestowed a magnificent gift upon him. So many white moonlights. "Are you scared?" Qi Yuan spoke, directing the question at Chen Kangbao. Chen Kangbao swallowed hard. "Young Master, bless me quickly! I feel an inexhaustible, ox-like strength in my arms—I want to help the Young Master... hold down ten of them!" Qi Yuan was once again speechless. *That ox-like strength isn't in your arms, it's in your junk!* Still, he was roleplaying Divine Descent, and this was his stage. "Not bad! My white moonlights actually gathered all together!" "Good thing you can't talk, so I don't have to worry about a jealousy bloodbath!" "Today, I'll show you all... what a god truly is!" Facing eighty-seven guiling, he did not retreat; instead, he advanced. The kiln workers were stricken with sheer horror, their bodies shivering. Now, their sole ray of hope rested on this god. Could this god really do it? Yet in the very next breath, they beheld a spectacle they would never forget for the rest of their lives! Share the Same Robe! Suddenly, the entire space seemed dyed in blood. As if the Heavenly God had unleashed a terrifying divine ability, amidst the crimson haze, blood-colored armor materialized from top to bottom, covering his entire body. The plates locked tightly together in seamless alignment, gleaming with bloody brilliance and vivid scarlet. Bizarre, intricate patterns were etched across the center, depicting the forms of various mighty beasts. The spear was likewise coated in blood-red, exuding sharp lethality and gore, the very embodiment of slaughter. The barbed blood crystals on his shoulders appeared bewitching and perilous. Leaving only a pair of cold eyes exposed, the blood-red armor expanded the Heavenly God's stature to a towering three meters tall, making him look like an invincible deity sweeping across all creation! Clad in blood armor, wielding a blood spear! "Divine Descent arrives today; let all devils retreat!" "Divine Descent arrives today; let clarity return to the mortal realm!" "Kill!" The long spear moved like a roaming dragon, sweeping aside all opposition. A mighty slaughter commenced at that moment. Terrifying divine soul attacks assaulted him continuously. Even a Mystic-rank weapon wielder facing so many soul assaults would undoubtedly perish. Even an Earth-rank weapon wielder would tread with wariness! Yet the blood-armored figure swept through unobstructed! Those divine soul attacks were entirely useless. And his spear truly achieved it—slaying one female ghost with every single thrust. "Kill, kill, kill!" "Turn heaven and earth upside down until rivers of blood flow!" In Red Cloud Stockade, over eighty female ghosts besieged that terrifying figure. The blood-armored form was like a god—no, he was a god, possessing flawless combat technique, a perfectly robust physique, and immaculate, sculpted lines. How could those female ghosts possibly be his match? They could only submit to the slaughter! "How can he be this strong?" Zhou Hu's face was frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what he saw. "O God!" A kiln worker dropped to his knees, kowtowing ceaselessly. If this wasn't a god, who was? Before that terrifying Heavenly God, the formidable female ghosts were as fragile as paper. "Such combat prowess..." The woman dressed as a nun saw far more. This level of martial technique was refined to absolute perfection, bearing no resemblance to anything belonging to the mortal world. Yet his raw power clearly remained at the Yellow-rank—Yellow-rank initial-stage, even. And yet... he was forcefully suppressing eighty-seven female ghosts by sheer skill. *What in the world is that blood armor?* Her mind was filled with question marks regarding the armor that had suddenly manifested over Qi Yuan. "He's a god. Having divine armor... is only normal, right?" Zhou Hu muttered, trembling. The slaughter raged for a full fifteen minutes. At last, only a single female ghost remained. Wielding the blood-colored spear, the imposing Heavenly God looked down with cold detachment. He gazed at the shivering, pale-faced female guiling. "In your next life, be sure to remain my white moonlight!" The spear shot out like a tiger-dragon! The female ghost perished! All that lingered in this place were the Heavenly God's thought-provoking words. "Remember to bring all these sisters of yours along with you!"