Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 157 I want to worship the Old Man of the Moon!
—Whoosh!

In an instant, the atmosphere at the entrance of the city lord's mansion suddenly escalated to an unprecedented level.

"You brat, you're really... asking for it!!!"

Feeling that his authority had been challenged time and again, Zhao Wanliang's expression turned utterly cold at this moment.

"Zizi!"

A violent arc of lightning raged around him.

"enough!!!!"

An immense spiritual pressure instantly swept across the surroundings.

With a flash of golden light, Zhao Jiutang was no longer the gentle and refined man he once was; instead, he displayed undisguised hostility.

"Lu Chen, I advise you not to push your luck too far. If you haven't heard the saying that too much rigidity leads to breakage, my Zhao family can teach you!"

"So, Patriarch Zhao, are you threatening me?"

With the demeanor of Yama, Lu Chen's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, chilling and piercing, sending shivers down one's spine.

"So what if I'm threatening you?!"

Zhao Jiutang unleashed his magical power and full power.

Although he was the nominal head of the Zhao family, his strength had reached the peak of the fourth rank. While he was not as strong as Yu Feng and Sun Qingcang, who were fifth-rank Great Spirit Masters, he was still the best in the field.

However, Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong did not care about this at all.

He immediately let out a cold snort.

A bluish-black aura emanated from both of them.

Zeng Rou now held a black dagger inlaid with dragon patterns, while Wang Zhidong gripped the skull staff tightly, his eyes filled with frost.

"Want to fight? Do you two really think we...Jishetang are pushovers?"

The two were connected by their auras, and their power actually overwhelmed Zhao Jiutang.

"What, has your Rakshasa Cult forgotten its rules? You haven't had a few good days, and now you want to relive the feeling of being treated like rats in the street?"

Zhao Jiutang's patience had clearly run out, and at this moment, he made no attempt to conceal the domineering nature of the superior family in his words.

However, upon hearing this, Lu Chen's expression suddenly turned cold: "Everyone, listen to my command!"

"Your subordinates are here!" the Rakshasa followers echoed.

"Listen up! If the Zhao family dares to make the first move, don't hold back! Show them all your skills and go all out! Kill as many as you can, and I'll take responsibility for the consequences!"

"Yes, Master!"

Upon hearing Lu Chen speak like this...

The Rakshasa followers, who had been itching to get their hands dirty lately, licked their lips.

Although the Zhao family guards also lived a life of constant danger.

But it can't compare to the Rakshasa Cult.

For a moment, faced with this group of bloodthirsty evil cultivators, many of the Zhao family guards couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines, gasp for breath, and some even broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously taking a half step back.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiutang's eyelids twitched wildly.

But unfortunately, that's all the people I can bring today.

Once a conflict breaks out.

The Zhao family might not actually have the upper hand.

What frustrated him even more was that this kid was so arrogant that he was completely unreasonable, as if he had no concept of the gap between the nouveau riche and the established families!

When faced with such an unconventional and headstrong young man, all his usual political maneuvering was completely useless.

Seeing the situation had come to this, Sun Yourong calmed down and put away her Xuanhua axe: "Alright, Lu Chen, let's go."

Lu Chen shook his head at her: "It's okay, wait a moment."

He then looked at the uncle and nephew again.

"Lu Chen, do you really intend to fight to the death with the Zhao family?!" Zhao Jiutang clenched his fists.

Lu Chen snorted coldly, and the Plague Emperor Banner flew out again in response to his command, spreading out a miasma that enveloped all the Zhao family guards.

Although he did not speak, his attitude was clear and unambiguous.

Even if it means mutual destruction, so what?
"Young Master Zhao, you haven't answered my question yet. What exactly did you mean by what you just said?"

Lu Chen said with a ferocious smile.

Zhao Wanliang, who had been somewhat silent at this moment, also gave a cold laugh: "You really want to know? Then you..."

Before he could utter any harsh words...

--boom! ! ! !
--boom! ! ! !
Two towering walls of fire suddenly rose at the entrance of the city lord's mansion, their flames surging and enveloping everyone inside.

"Cough cough."

Yu Feng was already standing at the gate of the mansion, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

But those who know him understand that the calmer he appears, the angrier he truly is.

"I'm giving you three seconds. If you don't stop..."

--boom! ! !

The wall of fire suddenly rose higher, its intensity more than doubling, even surpassing its previous level!

"Then none of you are leaving today!"

"3!"

It was clear that Yu Feng had already issued an ultimatum.

Zhao Jiutang took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed Zhao Wanliang: "Let's go!"

Having said that, he transformed into a streak of light and sped away.

The Zhao family guards also retreated one after another, their posture even somewhat disheveled.

Lu Chen abandoned his ruthless demeanor and glanced back at Yu Feng.

But the other person had no expression, glanced at him, and then disappeared into the mansion.

"Sir, I'm sorry this time, I can only explain to you later."

Lu Chen silently muttered a sentence to himself.

There was nothing they could do; Zhao Wanliang had delivered himself right to their doorstep.

It would be a shame not to add fuel to the fire with such a great opportunity.

In short, Lu Chen was satisfied with the extent of the feud they had today. He'd give it at least an 80 out of 100!
"Sister Sun." He turned to look at Sun Yourong beside him, frowning as he asked, "What exactly did Zhao Wanliang mean by that? What about the 33% service rate of the Old Man Under the Moon? Did he want to make a wish to the Old Man Under the Moon and forcibly tie you up with the red thread?"

The Old Man Under the Moon is in charge of matchmaking.

Everyone knows it.

Therefore, the intention behind Zhao Wanliang's words just now is self-evident.

Sun Yourong frowned: "Let's get in the car first."

“Okay.” Lu Chen nodded.

After the group got on the bus.

"Old Wang, navigate to the Ma Family Temple."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Since he was interested in acquiring the company, Lu Chen naturally had to conduct an on-site inspection.

On the bus, Sun Yourong still had a furrowed brow.

After a long while, she turned to look at Lu Chen: "Lu Chen, I need your help."

Lu Chen nodded: "Okay."

Sun Yourong: "It might be a bit troublesome."

Lu Chen: "No problem, just tell me."

Sun Yourong took a deep breath before slowly saying, "You should know what the role of the Matchmaker is."

"of course."

"You know that Zhao Wanliang came to my house to propose marriage for no reason before."

“I know, Grandpa Sun mentioned it at the dinner table before, it seems to have happened last year.”

Sun Yourong clenched her fists and took a deep breath, saying, "Although there are many benefits to worshiping gods, it is inevitable that some people will take the opportunity to do disgusting things, such as what Zhao Wanliang just mentioned."

You guessed right, he wanted to pray to the Old Man Under the Moon for a predestined marriage, hoping that the Old Man's red thread would bind my hands together. That way, our marriage would be sealed, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't defy fate.

Although I had already guessed the reason, it has now been confirmed.

Lu Chen was still somewhat dazed.

This kind of thing is just something to laugh about in mythological novels.

But it actually happened to someone I know.

It's undeniably creepy.

Imagine this: You are a beautiful young woman, but you are secretly coveted by a bald, greasy middle-aged man with yellow teeth. He goes to great lengths to worship the God of Love, hoping to be bound to you for life.

Are you going to die?

Or perhaps you're dashing, handsome, and wealthy, and a square-shaped female warrior, 150cm tall and 180kg, takes a liking to you, and she makes a wish to the God of Love...

Are you going to die or not?
This is simply a distortion of humanity and a moral decay!

"Sister Sun, is it really enough for one side to just pray for good luck in this kind of situation?"

Sun Yourong nodded helplessly: "I've seen a real case with my own eyes. An old man in his seventies married a twenty-year-old woman by making offerings to the God of Marriage."

Lu Chen: "This old man... must be quite wealthy, right?"

Sun Yourong shook her head: "No, that old man was a scavenger, but ever since he could remember, he only used the money he earned to do one thing: worship the God of Marriage and pray for a wife. He worshipped him for fifty years and finally got one."

Lu Chen: "Hiss... This is even stronger willpower than buying lottery tickets!"

"That's what they mean by 'not being afraid of thieves stealing, but being afraid of thieves eyeing you!'"

In the passenger seat, Zeng Rou interrupted coldly, expressing her utter disgust at such behavior as a woman herself.

"If all else fails, kill him!"

Wang Zhidong, who was driving, made the suggestion.

"Just drive properly!"

“Oh~” came the muffled sound from Wang Zhidong.

Lu Chen then looked at Sun Yourong: "Is there anything special about the 33% Divine Servant Level?"

Sun Yourong: "Think about this number..."

Lu Chen frowned: "33%? 33..."

His pupils contracted: "Could it be... the meaning of 'three lifetimes'?"

Sun Yourong nodded.

"Wow! So, once you reach 33% of the God-Serving Level, your wish will definitely come true?"

"That's not necessarily true. However, it's rumored that as long as you reach a 33% affinity with the God of Love, you'll have the chance to make a wish to him that will come true, and the success rate is not low."

"I see. It seems this Zhao fellow is quite a figure, not only worshipping the Thunder God, but also having such a high level of deity worshipping the Old Man of the Moon. What a fine dual-deity worship!"

After understanding the situation, Lu Chen gently patted Sun Yourong's hand.

"Don't worry, Sister Sun, leave this to me. I won't let Zhao Wanliang succeed! Even if it doesn't work out..."

"If he can't do it, I'll chop him up!" Sun Yourong's beautiful eyes instantly turned cold.

"Sister, you have such courage! Don't worry, when that day comes, I'll help you!" Zeng Rou turned her head and gave her a firm look.

"Can't you guys have a little faith in me?" Lu Chen chuckled. "I mean, even if it doesn't work out, I have other ways. If all else fails, I'll help you chop him up!"

"Um... thank you, Lu Chen."

"Why are you being so polite with me? You've helped me a lot before, and besides... have you forgotten?"

"What?" Sun Yourong was taken aback.

"I'd go through fire and water for you, Sister Sun!"

Sun Yourong was taken aback upon hearing this, then her lips curled up slightly, the worry in her eyes lessened considerably, and she nodded emphatically: "Yes!!"

"The Master is mighty!" Wang Zhidong seized the opportunity to flatter.

"Drive your car well!"

"Oh~"

A cheerful atmosphere immediately filled the car.

Continuing towards the Nama Temple...

　Chapter Two: On the Road...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)