Chapter 62: Worshiping the Gods
“Huh?” Zhang Yu stared at the scene, silently thinking: Is this guy actually worshipping a god through a livestream?
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
Department of the Common People – Primordial Great Deity of All Beings
Payment: 1,000
Holy crap!
Zhang Yu was stunned. He hadn’t expected just tapping a button to worship a god would cost him a thousand yuan.
And worse—he hadn’t even activated a Lushu payment account! How could money be deducted directly from his bank card like that?
Earlier, when he used the Juyi Charm at Songyang High School, he’d still been relying on the inspection team’s temporary worker privilege—free once per day. But now, no refund option, no customer service—nothing. He searched frantically but found nothing.
Afraid he might accidentally pay again, he quickly called Zhang Pianpian for answers.
When Zhang Yu explained what had happened, Zhang Pianpian replied calmly:
“Worshipping the gods works like this—tap once to bow, one thousand yuan per time. Hold down for continuous worship.”
Zhang Yu groaned, “I know it costs money now, but I never set up a payment account! How can they just take my money without asking?”
Zhang Pianpian shrugged, as if it were obvious:
“That’s the power of the gods. They can draw funds from millions of accounts at any moment.”
“If they couldn’t directly withdraw from your bank account, how could they even be called gods?”
She added with a warning:
“So whatever you owe—never owe the gods.”
Zhang Yu was speechless. He could only mutter bitterly:
“Eight Great Righteous Gods… really something.”
Zhang Pianpian continued:
“But don’t worry. The Eight Great Righteous Gods have their own rules. They don’t act recklessly.”
“This time, you chose to worship. It was your decision. The cost was yours to bear.”
Zhang Yu sighed inwardly and asked:
“Sis, just tell me clearly—what are the main features of Lushu? I’m terrified I’ll accidentally get charged again.”
Zhang Pianpian explained:
“Daily worship is the most basic way to increase your Faith Rank. The longer you maintain the streak, the greater the boost per bow. But miss a single day, and you have to start over.”
“For high-ranking practitioners or those skilled in talismans, daily worship is non-negotiable.”
Zhang Yu realized: So it’s basically a daily check-in… except every check-in costs at least 1,000 yuan.
Zhang Pianpian went on:
“Offerings come in various forms—burning incense, hanging merit banners, setting up altars, chanting sutras… the more expensive the offering, the greater the boost to your Faith Rank. You also gain bonuses like stronger talismans, enhanced talisman privileges, and more.”
“You can tap ‘Offering Gods’ to see the options. The page itself is free to open. Just select what you want—no payment required.”
Zhang Yu, still shaken by the sudden 1,000 yuan hit, cautiously tapped the “Offering Gods” button.
He saw a list of options: incense burning, hanging merit banners, setting up ancestral tablets, chanting sutras—prices ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands.
After scanning the descriptions, a cold realization struck him.
Wait a minute… these are all remote offerings. I pay money, and the effect happens in the Ling Realm’s temple.
So… are all these just virtual items?!
Zhang Yu finally understood why the Eight Great Righteous Gods were so wealthy. Every god was basically earning passive income—just lying back and collecting money.
Zhang Pianpian continued:
“Consulting the gods—naturally, it’s for seeking guidance on talisman techniques. The cost is high, and at your current Faith Rank, you don’t need to spend anything yet.”
“Below that mist-covered section—those options are locked until your Faith Rank increases. Don’t even think about them right now.”
After ending the call, Zhang Yu stared blankly at his Lushu interface, heart heavy with frustration.
This talisman art… it’s too damn hard.
How much would it cost to win first place in the High-Grade Artistry Competition?
Just as he sank into thought, the Ritual countdown in his mind suddenly blared again, scolding him for zoning out.
Focus. Train. Now.
With a sigh, Zhang Yu pushed aside the thoughts and got to work.
First, he mixed a cup of monster meat powder and drank it down. Then, he headed to the abandoned building to begin his daily training.
After all, the Dao Art Competition was still months away. Right now, the immediate goal was the Martial Arts Competition.
And thinking about martial arts, Zhang Yu’s confidence returned.
Right now, I’m at San Shou 5th level, Wuji Yunshou 10th level, and Tianwu Heart Scripture cultivation at 6th level. If I go all out in the real fight, my advantage will be massive.
But the problem is… I need to keep my trump cards hidden.
Especially Wuji Yunshou—10th level. That was a secret he’d only unlocked during the Mana Competition.
If he revealed it at the Martial Arts Competition, just over a month from now, he’d attract way too much attention. Even Zhang Pianpian wouldn’t be able to protect him from the scrutiny.
So in the Martial Arts Competition, I’ll have to hide any high-level cultivation techniques. That means… I need to focus on building my basic foundation.
Inside the abandoned building, Zhang Yu resumed his training with the Tianwu Heart Scripture.
As the Martial Dao Intention in his spirit sea erupted violently, he began practicing the nine martial forms simultaneously—inside and out.
Under the power of the Tianwu Heart Scripture, Zhang Yu felt his entire body surge with heat and energy. A fierce, battle-ready spirit surged through him, driving him to train harder than ever.
Just as he fully immersed himself in the practice, pushing his body to the limit, a shadow flickered at the stairwell.
Zhou Tianyi stood in the darkness, silently observing Zhang Yu’s intense cultivation.
Can’t let Zhang Yu have time to use Lushu.
Wait for him to be weakest… when he’s exhausted… then strike once, and finish him.
Two hours passed in silence.
Finally, Zhou Tianyi noticed Zhang Yu’s movements slowing—his breath ragged, his pace faltering.
He held his breath, drawing the martial energy from his dantian upward.
Now. It’s time.
Whoosh!
At the exact moment Zhang Yu turned his back, Zhou Tianyi shot forward like a storm wind—his 5th-level Hurricane Leg technique pushed to its absolute limit. His foot lashed out, aiming straight for Zhang Yu’s spine.
With Zhang Yu only three meters away and still turning, Zhou Tianyi’s eyes gleamed with certainty.
One hit like this—and he’ll be down for good.
He already visualized the follow-up strikes, how to finish the fight and leave Zhang Yu unconscious.
But then—
A white mist-like aura erupted violently from Zhang Yu’s back.
Boom!
Zhou Tianyi’s heart lurched. His kick felt like hitting a pile of soft cotton—no resistance, no impact.
Then, in an instant, a massive rebound force exploded outward through the white aura, slamming hard into his foot.
(End of Chapter)
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