Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 430 429 Divinity? A stick?
Is there really such a good thing?

Feng Xiuhu almost thought he had misheard.

Fearing that Shi might change his mind, he quickly patted his chest and assured him, "Leave the task of protecting world peace to me, you can go with peace of mind."

It grimaced in fury, letting out a low growl from its throat: "I'm not dead yet!"

Feng Xiuhu asked in surprise, "You've handed over all the power to me, what's the difference between you and being dead?"

Only then did Shi realize that Feng Xiuhu had misunderstood, and he said irritably, "It's not erosion."

Feng Xiuhu then realized what was happening and exclaimed, "So it was 'stolen goods'!"

That wasn't a pleasant way to put it, and Shi was a little unhappy: "Just tell me if you want it or not."

"Yes! Why not?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't seem to mind at all, and generously reached out his hand: "Take it out and let me see."

Shi shook his head and said, "No rush. To prevent you from acting recklessly, there are some things we need to clarify first."

The enormous tiger's head rested on its paws, its gleaming eyes gazing at the moonlight outside the balcony.

“You’re not wrong. These fragments of power are indeed stolen goods.”

“What I told you before was that I secretly kept these fragments of authority when Xi Jun was refining the divine essence for the Western Gods—and now you should know how I kept them.”

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "I thought you had found an opportunity to steal it from Xi Jun before, but now it seems that it is easier for you to do so than to steal it. The authority held by the Western Gods is already scattered. You only need to secretly intercept a small part of the power when you take out the power from the destroyed divine bone, and you can easily deceive everyone."

Shi nodded slightly: "That's right, but little by little, the total amount of all the fragments of power I have is far more terrifying than you can imagine."

He continued, speaking in detail: "Do you know what divinity is like?"

Feng Xiuhu honestly shook his head: "I don't know. You said that what the Eastern God has is the Divine Seal. I do have some guesses about the Divine Seal. It might be something that resembles a seal, but the divine essence is too abstract. I have absolutely no clue."

Shi couldn't help but sneer, but this sneer wasn't at Feng Xiuhu, but at the Western God.

He said, "It's right that there's no clue. The reason it's called this meaningless name is because Xi Jun was too lazy to put in any more effort at the time, so he just made the divine essence into the simplest form and handed it over to the Western God."

Shi extended a sharp fingernail and hooked it at Feng Xiuhu's coat, which he had taken off and placed on the chair. A silver plate flew from the coat pocket into his hand.

Shi held up the silver plate and gestured to Feng Xiuhu: "The divine essence is like a round coin, smaller than the silver plate, but also thicker—about as thick as three silver plates stacked together."

Feng Xiuhu was quite disappointed: "Why is it made like a bottle cap? I seriously suspect that Xi Jun discriminates against Western gods."

Shi snorted twice: "Isn't it because the Western gods are too demanding? Xi Jun originally wanted to directly refine the divine seal for them, but they kept asking to insert this authority and that authority, which made Xi Jun lose patience, so he just did whatever was simple."

Feng Xiuhu's thoughts began to wander again: "Xi Jun's service awareness is lacking. We need to be patient with customers. If a customer makes a request, we have to fulfill it. How can we cut corners..."

Shi Yi Tail slapped Feng Xiuhu down onto the bed: "Is this what we're talking about?"

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his nose and got up: "Then continue."

Shi shook the hair on his neck: "Xi Jun didn't have the patience to serve them, so for convenience, he refined many blank divine cores at once, and then filled them with the power of authority according to the needs of the Western gods."

The eroded eyeball spun around: "I've kept a small portion of these blank divine cores to use as containers for fragments of authority."

Shi's tone betrayed his guilt, and Feng Xiuhu asked suspiciously, "A little... how much is that?" Shi remained silent, but simply flicked his tail into the air, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Wait, that's not an afterimage.

The "afterimage" lingered for a long time, and Feng Xiuhu looked closely—it was clearly a straight stick!

After Feng Xiuhu held the stick in his hand to examine it, Shi Cai said hesitantly, "I've forgotten the exact amount. You can see for yourself."

Feng Xiuhu looked the stick over from beginning to end, and well, now he finally understood—this so-called stick was actually made up of stacked divine essences that looked like bottle caps!
"You call this 'a little bit'?"

Feng Xiuhu swung the stick with a whooshing sound: "You're too heartless!"

Feng Xiuhu seemed to suddenly remember something: "Speaking of which, where did you hide such a long stick before...?"

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Corruption's rear end—if he wasn't mistaken, Corruption had just swung its tail.

His gluteal muscles tightened involuntarily, and Shi quickly stood up to block Feng Xiuhu's view: "It's the tail! I fused it with my tailbone!"

Feng Xiuhu gave an awkward laugh: "I haven't said anything yet."

It was so angry that its teeth itched. With a flick of its tail, it snatched the stick back from Feng Xiuhu's hand: "Let me finish speaking first."

Feng Xiuhu wasn't in a hurry; he sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for Shi to continue.

Shi used its tail to toss the stick up and catch it, while also exchanging words with Feng Xiuhu.

"Like divine bones, divine essence has no boundary between the mortal and spiritual realms. This means that it can travel with you between the spiritual and mortal realms—as we have mentioned before, because divine essence can be both tangible and intangible."

"For most deities, in order to prevent their divinity from being stolen or lost, they usually transform their divinity into an invisible thing and hide it in their own spiritual body."

Shi's vertical pupils looked at Feng Xiuhu: "But you can't. Your cultivation is not high enough yet. You can't turn the divine spark into an intangible thing. You can only carry it with you as a physical object."

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his hands together impatiently and said, "It's alright, I don't mind. I promise I'll keep it with me and never lose it."

Shi shook his head: "Whether it's lost or not is one thing, whether the true god will find out is another."

"So I have to do some disguise for you."

Then, Shi rolled the stick in front of him, puffed out his cheeks, and blew a breath at it.

The stick, which was made of stacked divine essences, originally emitted a faint glow. After being breathed on by the corrosive breath, the shimmering light disappeared, and then, starting from the end, mottled rust marks spread upwards, quickly covering the entire stick.

The rusty creature used its tail to tug the stick on the floor several times, causing all the rust to fall off and revealing a bronze-reddish-brown metallic sheen.

He handed the stick to Feng Xiuhu, but Feng Xiuhu refused to take it—now he was genuinely disgusted.

Putting everything else aside, just look at the special effects—watching a +18 artifact turn into a fire poker is unacceptable to Feng Xiuhu.

Are they putting on a Journey to the West show here?

Feng Xiuhu, with his hands in his pockets, said irritably, "Who's a nice person who hangs around with a broken stick all day? People would think I'm a scrap collector."

(End of this chapter)