My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 956 - 935: Divine Soul Unstable—Can the God Be Slain?

Chapter 956: Chapter 935: Divine Soul Unstable—Can the God Be Slain?

Qin Liuxi and Teng Zhao left Xinghua Town and didn’t rush back. Instead, they took the official road to the next town. Without a carriage, she had to use the magic of traveling a thousand miles a day. Arriving at the next town, she calculated the time secretly and found that Xinghua Town was quite remote, taking two or three hours to reach from this town.

She then grabbed two passersby and asked if they knew Xinghua Town.

"Xinghua Town, is there such a town?" One of them recalled carefully.

"Seems like there is," the other thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have heard someone mention it, but I don’t know how to get there."

After thanking them, the two walked away, and a voice said, "Xinghua Town doesn’t exist; Xinghua Village does, but it’s all gone, burned down."

Teng Zhao turned around and saw an old beggar with a wooden stick and a broken bowl. He took a piece of broken silver from the wallet at his waist and put it into the bowl.

The old beggar chuckled and squinted at Teng Zhao, smiling: "Thank you, little Taoist, for your great kindness."

Qin Liuxi stepped forward and asked: "Do you know Xinghua Village, sir?"

"It’s a matter of decades ago. Young folks definitely don’t know, but the elderly certainly do. It was a village that planted apricot trees, and the apricot blossoms were beautiful in bloom. It’s said a fire started in autumn and burned the place down overnight. It’s tragic," the old beggar sighed.

"No one knows the place exists?"

"Exists?" The old beggar shook his head: "Impossible, old fool that I am, I’ve been there too. It’s all burned barren, where could it exist? Those who say it exists must have encountered ghosts, which is normal. It’s not normal if you don’t run into ghosts, since the whole village died out!"

Qin Liuxi smirked: "No more in the future."

"Ah?"

Qin Liuxi bowed to him slightly, then led Teng Zhao to the coach station, no longer asking about Xinghua Town.

"Master, are we not asking anymore?"

"And what if we ask? As the old beggar said, those who think it exists are all visitors, having entered the Ghost Village. Those who are lucky come out thinking it exists, and the unlucky ones stay and become townsfolk that confuse outsiders." Qin Liuxi said softly, "The Buddha Bone is gone, and the power supporting the illusion has disappeared. No need to ask anymore. Xinghua Town no longer exists; it only resides in some obscure memories, won’t be thought of unless mentioned. Perhaps one day in the future, apricot trees will be planted there again, attracting settlers, and the new Xinghua Town will reappear in people’s sight."

"Mr. Yan died so unjustly." Teng Zhao bit his lip.

Qin Liuxi lowered her head, touching the Soul Nourishing Bottle at her waist. Perhaps he truly died from liver yang rising, leading to a lack of brain blood supply and collapse. Yet the chaotic and missing parts of his memory troubled her, so she hadn’t let him reincarnate yet.

The carriage sped forward, heading to Yu Hang Green Lake.

At the old site of Xinghua Town, a faint soul figure appeared, observing this dead and silent place as the wind blew, stirring up dust from the ground.

The soul figure raised a hand, feeling some ashes mixed in the dust, coldly smiling: "Really fast move."

Constantly opposing him like an adhesive plaster, truly annoying.

Qin Liuxi opened her eyes within the carriage, gazed out, and pressed her chest to alleviate the sudden palpitations.

...

Yu Hang Green Lake.

Qin Liuxi arrived at the Water God Temple, and without needing to summon, the Marquis of Wind appeared, but she was shocked upon seeing him.

"What’s wrong with your Divine Soul?" The Divine Soul of the Marquis of Wind looked particularly frail and unstable, as if about to disperse. This was not right; the Water God Temple was excellent and well-known locally, with many worshiping people, as faith grew, he was supposed to become more substantial.

Yet the fact was, the Divine Soul was unstable.

Cultivators know that Mountain Gods and River Gods exist due to faith, and once they lose it, they disperse.

As the Water God here at Green Lake, the Marquis of Wind became a Demigod by chance but also required believers’ faith. Losing it would no longer make him a god, especially with a Buddha Bone in his soul; without Righteous Path merit and faith, an outbreak of the Buddha Bone could not be ruled out.

Currently, the incense at the Water God Temple continues, yet his Divine Soul remains unstable, which is peculiar.

"I don’t know; I’ve noticed my Power of Faith is diminishing." The Marquis of Wind frowned: "No matter how much faith I absorb, it’s fading, not reaching my Divine Soul. Instead, my Divine Soul feels wild, like it’s about to lose control."

Qin Liuxi frowned: "What does losing control mean?"

"It’s a desire to destroy everything, and the more I suppress it, the faster my Divine Power depletes." The Marquis of Wind said sternly: "I suspect it’s due to that Buddha Bone."

"Hm?"

"Whenever I suppress it, there’s a subtle feeling of it trying to detach from my Divine Soul and oppose me. The more it opposes, the weaker I become."

Qin Liuxi looked at his leg bone thoughtfully.

"I can’t absorb Power of Faith yet need to suppress this desire. Currently, I manage to control it; if one day, I can’t, and it overwhelms me, will I become that Evil Buddha?"

Qin Liuxi raised her head: "Why would you think that?"

The Marquis of Wind touched his leg and said, "Because there are moments I want to let go freely."

Qin Liuxi recalled the desire that surged when she held the Buddha Bone, with its power trying to pull her into darkness, dancing with it, aiming to assimilate her.

After thousands of years, the residual power of this Buddha Bone remained powerful; how strong must it have been at its peak? In a time of abundant Spiritual Energy, was it just a step away from Ascension?

"Can you detach it?" Qin Liuxi asked.

The Marquis of Wind paused, closed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, tried to separate the Buddha Bone from his Divine Soul.

However, as he detached it, his Divine Soul grew increasingly weak, seeming about to disperse.

Dark clouds pressed down, the water surface quivered.

"Master." Teng Zhao looked at Green Lake, face full of shock.

Qin Liuxi glanced over, the water of Green Lake swelled rapidly, quivering. In the distance, a pleasure boat halted on the lake, screams erupted from it, with cries for help from someone falling into the water.

Beneath Green Lake, upheaval like an earthquake occurred, fish turned belly-up.

Some people knelt at the lake’s edge, praying to the Water God, faces filled with terror.

Qin Liuxi quickly stopped the Marquis of Wind from detaching the Buddha Bone.

The Marquis of Wind opened his eyes, his Divine Soul even more precarious, the Merit Golden Light on him dimmed considerably.

Qin Liuxi’s mind raced; he became the Water God by attaining the Buddha Bone, merging with its power to save people, gaining merit and becoming a Demigod. If he detached the Buddha Bone, would he still be a Demigod?

No, once detached, his scattered Divine Soul couldn’t remain as a Demigod, could it?

If he let it be, not absorbing Power of Faith, detaching the Buddha Bone would destabilize Green Lake, while he still needed to suppress that Buddha Bone’s backlash—if he couldn’t restrain it, would he remain Water God Feng Bo, or become Evil Buddha Siluo?

A dilemma.

"Girl, can you personally end it for me?" The Marquis of Wind looked over, his voice deep.

Qin Liuxi’s eyes narrowed, slay the god?