Please control me, my divine being!

Grandma Yang's sudden question about the River God surprised Li Qinghe.

Strictly speaking, the death of the River God was entirely controlled by the deity.

But she doesn't even know the god's real name, nor does she know if the god wants others to know, so she can't just say it.

"It's not just me. That monster is almost dead. Many people could kill it, but none of them are willing to do it."

Li Qinghe was not as completely ignorant as she had been before.

The river god was already extremely weak, so why were the others unwilling to help?

Besides the involvement of several parties vying for the divine tablet, it was also because this was the principal deity of the Mountain and River Temple God, who had been appointed by the Wu Dynasty.

Forces like the Demon Slayer Army do not wish to attack Him.

Grandma Yang looked thoughtful: "So, Miss Li, what are your plans for the future?"

Li Qinghe took out a bronze wine cup. Her mother's body was still inside, but the blood had completely dissipated, and the empty bottom of the cup could be seen.

"I want to change this world."

She muttered something under her breath, then felt a lack of confidence, clenching her fists, her face flushing red: "At least we must stop things like what happened in Huangshui Town and Lianshan City from happening again!"

Grandma Yang didn't expect to receive such a response.

Having lived most of her life and traveled all over the country, she has met quite a few people.

It's estimated that only someone of this age, who has experienced great hardship and witnessed too much suffering, would suddenly have such thoughts.

"Miss Li, this is not a good matter. Have you thought about what to do?" Granny Yang asked.

"Naturally, one should become a powerful cultivator, like the Fairy Chen of Yuyang City..."

Li Qinghe thought of Yuyang City.

If I had the same strength as Chen Qiaogu, I could stop many things, and even prevent the initial sores from spreading.

"Chen Xiangu is indeed powerful, but the reason she was able to hold off the Hui family is because of Lushan behind her."

That's a major sect within the Celestial Masters' Mystic Arts, with a history spanning over a thousand years. Without Lushan's support, she wouldn't have been able to control the cultivation world of Yuyang County, let alone stop the Hui family's army.

Grandma Yang sighed, "We independent cultivators have no powerful backing; we can't amount to anything by fighting alone."

power!

This involves deities.

Only practitioners whose beliefs do not conflict can form a force.

However, in the marketplace and the martial arts world, beliefs are incredibly diverse. For example, brokers worship Lord Ya and Lord Jincheng, but cultivators in other martial arts lineages do not believe in these things.

Or perhaps these deities are unable to bestow corresponding blessings upon cultivators.

Therefore, even though there are the most cultivators in this lineage, they are all scattered and difficult to gather together.

In the world of ordinary people and the martial arts world, there is still no major Taoist sect or lineage.

If there were a deity who could gather cultivators from the streets and all walks of life, respond to their prayers, and bestow corresponding blessings, then there would be conditions for establishing a power.

Does such a god exist?

Of course!

Li Qinghe's heart fluttered.

She was certain that the god she believed in possessed this power!

"Build a force, gather like-minded cultivators, and help each other. One person cannot change this world, so a group of people will. As long as the force exists, we can continue to pass on our will and attract more people."

The more Li Qinghe thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

This line of thinking is definitely correct, but what do the gods think?

She kept calling out to it in her heart.

next moment.

That voice, descending from the highest and farthest void and seemingly omnipresent, echoed in my ears once more.

This time, Li Qinghe heard it more clearly and distinctly.

It's the same old line: "Go, do what you want..."

Nearby, Granny Yang and Shen Cishuang, who also heard the sound, both trembled involuntarily.

The two were caught completely off guard when the strange sound rang out.

The sound came from the cracks in the stones, the fissures in the wood, and the collision of the shovel with the soil; it was everywhere and pervasive.

A deity has seen this place!

And he even got to interact with them.

This deity is clearly not comparable to a dying fellow like the River God; he directly responds to the believers' requests, gazes upon the earth, and even gives guidance!

All signs indicate that this deity is in excellent condition, so good that he can even manifest himself on earth with the help of believers.

Grandma Yang quickly covered her ears with her hands.

After listening to that chaotic and disordered sound for just one second, large patches of lividity began to appear on her face.

Shen Cishuang's situation is even worse.

She was already seriously injured, and suddenly stimulated by the sound, large numbers of ink characters emerged from under her skin. Several of the ink characters even came to life, jumping off her body and burrowing into the grass.

When the text is missing, the body begins to appear illusory.

She quickly reached out, grabbed the escaped words, and pressed them back into her body.

After letting out a long breath, she and Grandma Yang both subconsciously moved a few steps away.

Only when the sounds lingering around Li Qinghe gradually disappeared did the two breathe a sigh of relief, their eyes filled with lingering fear, and their gazes towards Li Qinghe were completely different from before.

The doubts about why the girl's strength could improve so quickly have all disappeared.

With such a deity backing you up, nothing is surprising.

The chaotic and distorted murmurs in the air gradually disappeared.

Grandma Yang quickly shook the corpse-controlling bell in her hand, gathering the zombies that had been suppressed and swayed by the sound back together.

Li Qinghe also snapped out of her thoughts.

This time, she could hear the god's voice more clearly, and she could even faintly sense that the god was stronger!

With the support of the gods, she made up her mind: "Grandma, you're right. It's too difficult for one person to accomplish this alone. So, I need to find a group of like-minded people to move in this direction together."

The two were not surprised at all when they heard this.

The connection between the other party and the gods is so close that her will can almost represent the will of the gods behind her.

This is the deity behind it all, seeking to establish its own power and spread its faith.

"Miss Li, if I remember correctly, you should be a broker."

Shen Cishuang suddenly spoke up: "The brokers have brokerage firms in various places, so it's difficult to gather them together."

Other practitioners in the martial arts world also have their own beliefs, which is why there is no single major lineage in the martial arts world.

That's very clear.

In the bustling, uncivilized world, there is little fertile ground for the existence of Taoist sects; at most, there are small-scale, informal societies.

A force like Lushan's could not possibly exist in the marketplace or the underworld.

Li Qinghe said calmly, "There will always be like-minded people, not just those who share the same ideals, but all cultivators, and even ordinary people!"

Shen Cishuang was stunned.

It seems that the deity behind the other party is very confident and ambitious, and may even have a way to solve the problems on the path.

"Miss Li, if you really have such thoughts, you can't do it in the North."

The cultivation world here is controlled by the North, resources are extremely scarce, and cultivators are few and far between. Even Qin Hongshi, the former leader of Lianshan City, was only a nominal master.

Grandma Yang said again.

She had recovered from being affected by the whispers.

As a corpse-driving merchant who traveled all over the country and transported goods with his own horde of corpses, she had been to many places in the Wu Dynasty.

At this moment, Lianshan City has lost most of its goods.

The family's hard-earned possessions were mostly gone, and the several once-glossy, hairy corpses they had raised for most of their lives had deteriorated significantly.

If she doesn't take this chance now, earn enough for her funeral expenses, and leave some capital for her descendants to pursue their own spiritual path, she'll never have another opportunity.

The girl in front of me had a good relationship with me before, and now we've met again. This is just a coincidence.

Li Qinghe nodded thoughtfully: "So, Grandma, what suggestions do you have?"

The gods would only give her general guidance; the specific actions were up to her to decide.

"Head south to Jiang'an, the southern capital of the Wu Dynasty. Although it lacks the air of nobility and high-ranking officials, it is the place where the most cultivators gather in the entire Wu Dynasty, and all walks of life are extremely prosperous."

Head west to Sili, the capital and largest city of the Wu Dynasty, though cultivators there are not as active as in Jiang'an.

These two places are the easiest places to form associations and expand them.

After all, with such a large number of people, you might encounter all sorts of cultivators, and it's easier to find like-minded people.

Miss Li, if you want to go, this old woman can go with you.

Although I'm not particularly skilled, I've been a corpse-transporting merchant for many years, so I have some experience in the underworld.

At this moment, Shen Cishuang patted her folding fan and said, "Jiang'an is going to hold the Dragon King Festival, which is a good opportunity. As for the capital, compared with Jiang'an, it is not as friendly to the lower-level cultivators."

Thinking of Bai Tieya's entrustment and the belongings he had asked her to deliver to Jiangnan Road, Li Qinghe immediately made a decision: "I'll go to Jiang'an!"

"Alright, but we need to plan carefully before we set off. We can't rush things." Granny Yang pointed around: "Now that Lianshan City is destroyed, the only way to get there is to go to other places with boats."

Traveling long distances by land will inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later.

Yuyang County is located right next to the Zhuo River, and there are many places with docks.

However, due to the previous floods and sores, most riverbanks were blocked, making waterways impassable in many places.

Now that the River God is completely dead, the evil sores have also completely vanished with him.

"Let's set off from Huangshui Town by waterway. The Fajiao sect was causing a lot of trouble there before, and I don't know how they are now." Li Qinghe wanted to go back and take a look.

After all, it's where she grew up.

Furthermore, there are still some things that need to be done in Huangshui Town.

After making her decision, she turned to Shen Cishuang and asked, "Miss Shen, what are your plans?"

"As for me, I'll go wherever there's something fun to do."

Shen Cishuang looked relaxed: "If a person is a book, then my book only needs to be exciting."

My initial thought for seeking refuge with Chen Qiaogu was simply that being around her would be quite interesting.

But now, perhaps attending the Dragon King Festival in Jiang'an will bring even more fun experiences.

With the turmoil in the north and everyone on the run, it was uncertain whether anyone could buy a boat ticket to Jiang'an.

The world is not peaceful on land, and the same goes for waterways.

The Jiang'an Dragon King Festival is approaching, and we are recruiting talented individuals from all over the country. Yuyang County also has an official ship docked there. If all else fails, I can take you aboard.

The three discussed it and immediately drafted a plan.

First, go back to Huangshui Town and see if there are any boats to Jiang'an. If not, take a boat to Yuyang and board the official boat according to Shen Cishuang's method.

But for now...

This group of refugees cannot be left unattended.

Grandma Yang's camp was mostly completed, with dozens of zombies working tirelessly to build a simple camp.

After digging the big pit.

All her zombies lined up and walked into the pit.

There were still many corpses in the pit.

They were all refugees who died outside Lianshan City, and they were all moved here;

"These zombies were temporarily released last night and can only be used once. They are essentially pitiful people who lost their lives." Granny Yang manipulated her few hairy zombies to fill the pit with soil again.

After doing all this.

She then called everyone else in the camp together:

"Everyone, those of you who wish to stay can do so for now, until people from Yuyang come to provide disaster relief."

"If anyone wants to leave, they can go to Yuyang on their own. There's not much to eat elsewhere; you'll just starve to death if you go there."

The others looked at Grandma Yang with evasive eyes.

Ordinary people are naturally wary and fearful of such extraordinary individuals.

In particular, her ability to control zombies will instill even more fear in these civilians who are afraid of demons and ghosts.

……

"The loading bar is up again. It looks like it will take another day to get to Huangshui Town." Zhou Qing yawned. He hadn't slept since last night.

Just now, I was about to give my little walker a shout-out.

With a seasoned veteran and a mysterious dual-path cultivator, Li Qinghe, a newbie who has only recently entered the cultivation world and knows nothing, might easily be tricked.

If you hang out with these two and don't keep them in check, you're very likely to run into trouble.

So, giving them a heads-up beforehand means that if they have any bad thoughts now, they'll consider the god behind the other person.

He yawned.

He summoned Green Plum, gave her a few instructions, and then lay down on the velvet bed in a starfish position and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun was setting and the sky was ablaze with red clouds.

The Prince's Mansion was bustling with activity both inside and out.

Zhou Qing called out, and Lü Mei came in carrying warm water.

After a quick wash.

Zhou Qing asked Lü Mei, "How has Miss Lin been lately?"

"Miss Lin hasn't contacted anyone these past few days, and she seems quite at ease staying at the Prince's residence. In fact, she's rather carefree and relaxed. Young Master, it might be difficult for you to temper her temperament. With her personality, you could try a different approach."

Green Plum carefully considered her words before slowly opening her mouth.

Zhou Qing was somewhat surprised: "In what way?"

"Miss Lin has a sweet tooth. She used to earn a lot of money writing tabloids, but she spent it all on sweets. After all, if you eat sweets from Gui Xiang Fang every day, it will be a considerable expense."

Green Plum spoke with a hint of amusement, as if she had never seen such a strange and extraordinary person before.

Zhou Qing then opened a book and entered the game. The progress bar for traveling hadn't finished yet, and he had plenty of free time.

"Take me to see her."

"Young master, no need, Miss Lin is waiting for you outside."

Zhou Qing raised an eyebrow and walked out of the warm pavilion.

Beside the courtyard, a young girl dressed in a light green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was smelling plum blossoms.

Amidst the fragrant flowers filling the courtyard, she turned her head and curtsied, saying, "This humble girl, Lin Xiangqing, greets Your Highness."