Mortals get a golden finger for immortal cultivation every year

"Alright, just listen to these things. As for what the future holds, I can't be sure. I only hope you can meet the old bald monk's requirements and then return to the past or the future. However, the path to the future has long been cut off by our ancestors. Whether you can get there depends on your luck."

"I need to go talk to a guy from the Guanghan Realm. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be completely fooled by now. I wonder if he can wake up from this. If he can't, then things will be bad." Zhao Shuang patted his little brother's shoulder and left. He was going to chat with the Realm Prince of the Guanghan Realm. If nothing unexpected happened, the ring should be being fooled by Shang Ziheng, the Holy Son of the Temple of Merit.

……

Zhao Shuang was very fast and quickly arrived at their location. At that moment, Wu Hao was being fooled by this guy surnamed Shang, and the words he said made Wu Hao feel resentful. Then, with a slap, Wu Hao was sent flying.

"I already told you, you'd better not come here. No, I should say you shouldn't come to this Guanghan Realm to fool people, okay? You think you can fool people with just a few words? Aren't you being too naive?"

Wu Hao was slapped away, which was quite shocking for the dog Zhao Shuang mentioned. Just as he was about to leave with the others, he found that he couldn't move at all.

"Don't get excited, and don't even think about leaving quickly. You can't do that. Since I'm here, I won't let you leave so easily. Since you've come to my Guanghan Realm as guests, I naturally have to give you a warm welcome. A few slaps are inevitable, right? If I didn't give you a few slaps as a welcome ceremony, wouldn't that old dog from the Temple of Merit feel too uncomfortable, wouldn't he feel disrespected? You're here only to deal with my brother. If I don't give you a warm welcome, wouldn't I be letting you down, making your trip a waste, right? Alright, you have two choices now. The first choice is to get slapped ten times and then go back. The second choice is to get slapped a hundred times and walk back. The third choice is to get slapped a thousand times and then fly back. The choice is yours."

Zhao Shuang's choice of the surname Shang made the man's face turn extremely ugly.

"Don't push your luck. Even if you were once the king of the heavens, you are now just a saint, just like me. What right do you have to be arrogant?"

Shang Ziheng snorted coldly and roared angrily with arrogance.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with the first slap of his voice. With a loud crack, he was sent flying, rolling ten times on the ground before finally coming to a stop, covered in dust and dirt. His hair was a mess, or rather, the feathers on his head were all disheveled, although he still had a few feathers left.

"This is the first slap. You can choose to receive ten slaps, and then roll back home. Remember, roll back home."

After slapping Shang Ziheng, Zhao Shuang shook his hand and then laughed, saying, "Besides Shang Ziheng, there are several other Saint King level experts. However, these Saint King level experts don't dare to attack Zhao Shuang at all, because they know they can't. If they did, the consequences would be unpredictable. Shang Ziheng might still be alive, but they definitely won't survive."

"Now you need to think this through. Do you choose eighteen slaps, one hundred slaps, one thousand slaps, or ten thousand slaps? Ten thousand slaps? That's the last slap. I'll send you straight back to the Temple of Merit, so your master—or rather, you dog—can see just how utterly disgraceful his disciple is. It's utterly shameful. What's your choice? Tell me without any hesitation, or I really will slap you ten thousand times. Ten thousand slaps and your face, the face of this outstanding prodigy of the Heavenly Realm, will be gone. So I hope you think it through before answering whether you want ten slaps, ten thousand slaps, or one hundred thousand slaps."

Zhao Shuang's slaps grew increasingly frequent, making Shang Zixuan's expression grow ever more grim. Even as he stood facing Zhao Shuang, he showed no intention of striking. He knew very well that he was no match for Zhao Shuang. Even though his strength surpassed that of an ordinary Saint King, he was still no match for Zhao Shuang. Zhao Shuang was someone who dared to insult even his teacher and had even dared to threaten to demolish the Temple of Merit. Therefore, facing such a formidable figure, he had absolutely no chance of retaliating.

However, getting him to make a choice was equally impossible, because he was certain that if he did, the image of his decision would spread throughout the entire Heavenly Realm, and even the entire Celestial Court. He would then lose all face, and his status and position might be completely destroyed overnight. This was a consequence he was unwilling to bear, and could not accept. After all, he had caused the Heavenly Realm to utterly lose face, and those old fogies there would definitely not let him off the hook.

"It seems you've given me a choice. So, one million slaps it is. After one million slaps, you can return freely. The spectacle of this million slaps will spread throughout the entire Heavenly Realm—no, it should be the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm. After all, your reputation is considerable, and your status is not low. This one million slaps will surely make your fame even greater, elevating you to a higher level. Your status will definitely be even higher then. So, the one million slaps will begin now. Get ready. Don't say I'm bullying you; I dislike bullying juniors like you. I'm encouraging you, and encouragement naturally requires a sound, and your voice is perfectly matched with my slaps. So, I'm using this method to encourage you. Don't be discouraged or angry, because anger won't do any good. It's just because..." "Since you can't beat me, you'll have to accept my encouragement. If you can't, you can commit suicide now; I won't object. After all, if you commit suicide, it'll be a disaster, which is a good thing for the entire Heavenly Realm. After all, your Heavenly Realm was worthless before, and it's even worse now. So you'd better be prepared. I still have ways to destroy your Heavenly Realm sooner or later. Therefore, you should be prepared to be slapped a million times. You must be prepared. Because if you don't, you might be beaten to death, and if you are killed, it will have some impact on me. At the very least, your Heavenly Realm will definitely try to deal with me. Of course, even without a million slaps, your Heavenly Realm still won't let me off easily, so what? I naturally won't let you off lightly." After Zhao Shuang finished her rambling speech, Shang Zixuan's face was indescribably ugly. It could be said that Shang Zixuan just wanted to run away, but he knew very well that he couldn't run away and had no hope of escaping at all. As for whether his teacher would come to his rescue, he was certain that Zhao Shuang was 100% on guard and would definitely not allow his teacher to come to his rescue. If his teacher did come to his rescue, it would break the rules, and his teacher's status and position would be affected.

"Why is your teacher so useless? Why hasn't he come to your rescue yet? If he had, I would definitely have given him face and let you go, right? You see, your teacher is so useless; he won't even try to save you. Why did you become his disciple? I think he only took you as a disciple because he wants your status, not because of your talent. It's purely because of your social standing and high bloodline value. He doesn't care much about you, right? So now I'm giving you another choice, and you must think this through carefully: join me and become..." "My slave, become my dog, and I can guarantee you a life of wealth and luxury, free from want, enjoying all the pleasures of the world without any regrets, before you finally die. This is the other path I'm offering you, a path filled with the beauty of life, leaving you with no regrets. If you want to become a god, that's impossible. But if you want to become a Great Sage, I can help you achieve that. As for becoming a god, you're not qualified yet, though with your potential, it's only a matter of time before you do. I have complete confidence in you in that. But precisely because of this, you absolutely cannot live. Even if you do, you'll only be my dog. So, do you understand?"

Zhao Shuang's last choice turned Shang Zixuan's face deathly pale. He wanted to resist, but found himself unable to move. Otherwise, he would have already fought back, but now he couldn't move at all, and his teacher hadn't made a move either.

"Now you can think it over carefully. Next, I'll welcome you with slaps, and then give you time to consider a million slaps. Let me think, one slap is one second, so a million slaps is a million seconds. How many minutes is a million seconds? Oh, sorry, I'm not good at math, so I won't go into details. Anyway, this is a very long time, enough for you to figure it out. Don't worry. Such a long time will allow you to think it over properly, and it will also highlight my mercy, right? My mercy is very great."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of slaps echoed across Shang Zixuan's face, growing louder and spreading.

For a time, the crisp sound of a slap could be heard for miles around, and this range continued to expand, from tens of thousands of miles to hundreds of thousands of miles, then to millions of miles, and finally tens of millions of miles. It could be said that all living beings within this range could hear the crisp and loud sound of the slap.

This also fulfilled Zhao Shuang's promise to Shang Zixuan: that his fame would spread far and wide. Absolutely, his fame would spread far and wide.

Of course, such a commotion alerted countless powerful figures, who released their divine senses and spiritual senses towards the direction where Shang Zixuan and Zhao Shuang were located.

When they saw Zhao Shuang slapping Shang Zixuan's face repeatedly, some were secretly pleased, some were happy, some were shocked, and some were incredulous. They hadn't expected Zhao Shuang to humiliate them like this. The angrier and more furious was none other than Shang Zixuan's teacher, that guy from the Temple of Merit.

"Heavenly King, you've gone too far! Stop!" If Shang Zixuan's teacher hadn't known before, now that he did, he naturally couldn't stand idly by. Therefore, his voice, filled with divine power, also reached out to a distance of billions of miles.

"Am I going too far? Am I going too far? Of course I'm going too far, I definitely am. If I weren't going too far, I wouldn't have said I'd tear down your Temple of Merit. Since you know this is going too far, you should know why I'm doing this. So stop showing off your power, it's useless to me. And if you continue to show off like this, I really will tear down your Temple of Merit, and then you'll be completely gone from your position as temple master. I just don't understand, the Temple of Merit is such a great temple, how could you, a deity like you, be its master? Oh, no, you're not a temple master, you're just an acting temple master. So it's not too late for you to step down now, that way you'll have enough time and energy to cultivate. Perhaps one day you can advance further. If that happens, you might have a chance to settle accounts with me, at least you can withstand a few more kicks from me at your peak. Why a few kicks? Because you're not worthy of my slaps. I find you dirty, so I can only stomp on you, right?"

Zhao Shuang's words enraged the person from the Temple of Merit to the extreme, making him wish he could smash Zhao Shuang to death with the Temple of Merit. However, he dared not do so, and could only roar in fury.

"Heavenly King, don't go too far. Don't forget that he has the Heavenly Realm behind him. Are you trying to make a life-or-death feud with the Heavenly Realm by doing this?"

"A fight to the death? It seems I've been locked in a fight to the death with them for a long time now, so what use is all this to me? Absolutely none. Since we're already locked in a fight to the death, you'd better keep quiet about this, because it's pointless. You'd better just shut up now. If you want to make a move, then do it already. Stop making a scene here; it's pointless. It's delaying my welcome to your disciple. Your disciple is truly outstanding—a million slaps! I'll welcome him with a million slaps!" (End of Chapter)