Please control me, my divine being!

"A positive status and a negative status stacked together, resulting in four times the damage."

Zhou Qing hadn't expected this to happen.

This is a good thing, but it can also have negative effects.

The higher the output, the more damage is reflected back. Although it's not a full reflection, only a portion, it's still enough to take.

Judging from the health bar, Li Qinghe lost a third of her health in one go.

There's no way to launch another attack in the short term.

Why is it that Li Qinghe can inflict such high damage, while the evil spirits that I summoned with three points of divine power are having difficulty even breaking through my defenses?

The word "vulnerable" has always been present in Pang Ziyue's status bar.

Essentially useless?

The Zhang family has been worshipping this thing for so many years, and this is all they've ever done?

Zhou Qing stared intently at the battlefield chessboard, controlling the injured Li Qinghe, placing her on the highlighted square so she could rest and recover.

He then controlled Zhang Qingyang and launched another attack on Pang Ziyue.

The result remained unchanged.

But he keenly noticed that as the attack landed, a fleeting phrase appeared above Pang Ziyue's head:

【Dynasty Dragon and Tiger Aura: The righteous gods of the Mountain and River Temples are blessed by the Dynasty Dragon and Tiger Aura, making it difficult for demons and monsters to approach and for evil spirits to invade.】

Effect: When attacked by an enemy who does not possess the [Great Achievement] affix, damage taken is greatly reduced.

That's it!

This is a power from the River God, but because of the life connection, Pang Ziyue and this River God are in a fused state, so she is also affected by this term.

"Judging from the description, this term appears for every mortal deity within a temple or shrine..."

Zhou Qing thought to himself, "In that case, perhaps other mortal gods of other Dao lineages also have similar protective measures."

Without the "Great Deeds" attribute, it would be impossible to inflict any effective damage on them!

That's quite realistic.

In my past life, in the godless world I inhabited, the gods who were fabricated and false had countless believers who worshipped them with a frightening level of fanaticism.

Not to mention, this is a world where there are truly gods who spread their great power at any time.

People who grow up in this kind of environment will naturally have a deep-seated awe and fear of the gods. Even if it is evil spirits or demons, this fear is something ingrained in their bones.

Without absolute faith and ideals, how dare one raise a sword against these guys sitting high on their pedestals?

Zhang Qingyang, that good-for-nothing, has been hiding in the Zhang family and eating so many people, yet he hasn't accomplished anything of great importance.

"So the evil spirits' attacks are just a tickle to Pang Ziyue."

Zhou Qing immediately changed his strategy, letting the girl take the lead in attacking while Zhang Qingyang defended.

After killing one of the tentacles, the remaining dark chess squares on the chessboard battlefield began to go berserk, with countless illusory tentacles sprouting and attacking the surroundings indiscriminately.

Moreover, new weasel pieces are constantly being generated on the other empty squares.

These pieces have low health and low attack power, but their large numbers and indiscriminate attacks on every piece on the board result in a relentless barrage of attacks.

Although Zhang Qingyang was helpless against the River God, he could only strike hard against enemies of a lower level.

A gentle bump can wipe out a large area, like harvesting wheat.

"As long as we maintain our attack frequency, dodge these illusory tentacles, and control the degree of damage reflection, the River God will be meat on the chopping block. Once we kill Pang Ziyue, this monster should be able to breathe its last."

Zhou Qing carefully manipulated the chess pieces, engaging in battle on this battlefield chessboard.

……

The bottom of the turbid river.

The endless torrents surged and raged, and countless tentacles seemed to dance in the darkness, shattering the hanging corpses into pieces.

Li Qinghe wiped the blood off his body and stared at the huge tentacle in front of him, which was made up of severed limbs, corpses and black biological tissue, as it slowly sank to the bottom of the river and quickly withered and shrank.

A thick cloud of mist rose from it, swirling around the girl.

Li Qinghe reached out and touched the mist, and a scene appeared from it: a family of three going to the River God Temple to offer incense and worship.

She waved her hand slightly, scattering the painting, and then another picture appeared.

This is a scene of several fishermen worshipping the River God's tablet at home.

Merchants, laborers, porters, tenant farmers, fishermen... scenes flashed and disappeared in the white mist.

She quickly realized that the white smoke was the incense that the River God had once received.

However, now that the incense has flowed out of His body, it has not returned to the body of the River God, but instead lingers around Him.

As for its function...

As the incense was absorbed into her body, she felt her fatigue rapidly disappear, and her body, which had been injured by Pang Ziyue's rebound, was also rapidly recovering.

It's like basking in the warm sun, making your whole body feel incredibly comfortable.

Around her, there was a semi-transparent, malevolent phantom that separated the dark waters and blocked the moth-to-a-flame army of weasels.

Li Qinghe seized the time to recover his strength and once again charged forward with his knife along the current.

……

The edge of the cave.

Shen Cishuang's body, which was torn and mangled by the weasel, twitched slightly before slowly dissolving into several pieces of paper.

These pieces of paper fluttered about, each covered with writing that recorded Shen Cishuang's past life.

Before long, one of the sheets of paper slowly unfolded, and the teahouse reappeared.

People came and went, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Shen Cishuang stepped out of the teahouse and into reality.

She was almost completely exhausted and had to use her arms to support herself on the ground to barely sit up.

The weasels inside the cave were mostly washed into the river, and the eddies on the surface of the water were still expanding, pressing against the riverbanks on both sides.

Among those still alive in the cave are both orthopedic practitioners and independent cultivators.

But they were all seriously injured.

These people also lacked the courage to fight again.

Even Qin Hongshi is dead. If they stay, they will only be throwing their lives away. Some of the more resourceful ones are already thinking of going back to the brokerage to pack their valuables and take some things with them, and leaving this place of trouble.

That's the advantage of cultivators without families or powerful factions; they can go wherever they want.

Shen Cishuang arrived in front of Qin Hongshi's corpse. This master, who was once on par with her, had a bloody hole in his chest, his heart shattered into pieces, and thick frost still clung to the spot between his brows where the sword light had pierced through.

Ultimately, being a broker is a profession that involves running a business.

However, in the small town of Lianshan, the political situation was turbulent, leaving no room for business development.

She sighed slightly, opened the folding fan on the ground, drew the soft sword hidden in the fan ribs, and with a slight swipe, decapitated her, wrapping the head in burlap.

After doing all this, she quietly stared at the vortex, waiting for something.

Taking advantage of this moment, the other cultivators quickly climbed out through the large hole at the top of the cave.

Shouts and cries for help continued on the ground, and the turmoil within the city was escalating. Even though most cultivators had gone underground and were engaged in multi-party battles, the city had lost control.

After all, the government had long been replaced by the Huang family and was now a mere formality.

Many people took advantage of the chaos to loot and set fires, creating utter disorder.

Shen Cishuang ignored all of this and waited in the same spot. Before long, Fan Da, Fan Er, Yu Daoren, and Granny He all came down from the cave entrance.