Please control me, my divine being!

The swaying wooden cart traveled along the official road.

Four stiff, seemingly mindless zombies acted as horses pulling the cart, their movements precise and methodical.

The entire cart was pieced together from various parts.

A tattered wooden plank, along with wheels and bearings salvaged from an abandoned horse-drawn carriage by the roadside, were barely fitted together to provide a semblance of mobility.

However, they don't walk very fast.

It also makes creaking noises, making you worry that it might fall apart at any moment.

Li Qinghe crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the edge of the wooden cart, her eyes half-closed.

Grandma Yang and Shen Cishuang sat closer to the front and chatted enthusiastically.

When she was young, Grandma Yang went to Sili (the capital of China) and also did business along the coast of Southeast Asia.

Unfortunately, he was unlucky and spent most of his life struggling without earning much money. He was also not favored by the gods and had mediocre talent in cultivation, failing to achieve good results in several grand sacrifices.

Let alone receive blessings.

Even the deity "Yin Shi Zun," whom she had worshipped her for her entire life, never paid any attention to her, and didn't even give her any feedback.

In her old age, she had only just passed the first level (one grand sacrifice), and only knew the basic methods of raising, raising, and controlling corpses, and had never been exposed to secular arts.

This is the norm for most cultivators.

Popular skills require a stroke of luck.

Besides being bestowed by the gods during grand sacrifices, one can also expend great effort and perseverance to practice and learn according to specific methods.

However, this path belongs to cultivators with established lineages and has nothing to do with independent cultivators.

"If I hadn't gone with you all this time, I wouldn't have dared to go to Jiang'an alone. I was just hoping to earn enough for my funeral expenses. Back then, that rogue cultivator who entered the Dao with me had exceptional talent, opportunities, and luck. I even heard that he was favored by the gods and entered a divine land to cultivate. You can't compare to others."

Grandma Yang reminisced about the past, while Shen Cishuang acted as a listener, occasionally offering a few words of response.

As for Li Qinghe...

In such a noisy environment, with her extremely keen senses, she naturally couldn't fall asleep.

She couldn't join in their conversation, so she could only rest on the side to avoid feeling too awkward.

I can't exactly talk to them about how I used to herd sheep, which areas had lush grass, and which mountains had tree roots and wild vegetables to dig up.

However, she also learned a lot of new knowledge from their conversation.

At least we have figured out the general geography of the Wu Dynasty, and we also know that in this vast territory, even mountain cities and desolate water towns are just tiny places.

Behind the three-person zombie convoy, a group of people heading to Wasteland Town followed at a distance.

In the towns surrounding Lianshan City, the waterways are wide and the docks are convenient. There used to be many merchant ships coming and going. Now that navigation has resumed, people from all around who have some property are hurrying to bring their families and prepare to escape by boat.

Just as Li Qinghe was listening intently to the two people chatting, she suddenly felt a strange sensation creeping into her heart.

This is clearly related to the gods.

However, it is not the kind of unreasonable control as before, but rather a kind of guidance and manipulation.

She felt her soul being slowly pulled out of her body by this gentle force, rising higher and higher until it floated on the clouds, making everything on the ground seem small and distant.

As she floated along, a long street appeared before her.

The streets are lined with imposing high-rise buildings, their glazed tile roofs gleaming in the sunlight. With their flying eaves, brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters, flags flutter in the breeze and clouds drift by, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Li Qinghe was stunned by the scene before her and subconsciously stepped onto the bluestone path.

A feeling of being grounded came over me.

The entire street was bustling with people and vehicles, but the scenery on both sides was constantly changing. One second it was an old man carrying firewood and shouting, and the next second it was children playing and laughing.

It's like a living street, where everything is changing, and the only thing that seems to remain unchanged is yourself.

wrong,

One more person!

At the end of the street ahead, a shadowy figure stood silently, shrouded in darkness. The shadows of passersby who entered its vicinity vanished instantly.

The sunlight streaming down from the sky and the clouds floating around it, once you get close to Him, they all vanish like the pedestrians.

A bold guess emerged in Li Qinghe's mind.

Could the other party be the deity guiding him from behind the scenes?

She was just trying to see it more clearly.

But the next moment, the phantom spoke, which made her even more determined to accept this idea.

"Go, complete the trial."

A familiar voice came from inside.

Li Qinghe was excited and quickly started running forward.

But this long street seemed to have an endless distance; no matter how hard she ran, she could not reach the end of the street and truly come to the presence of the god.

next moment.

A beam of light collided head-on with her, and the scenery before her eyes suddenly changed.

The magnificent and bizarre cloud market has transformed into an ordinary bustling street.

Beside her stood a hunched old man, speaking earnestly:

"Young man, the most important things for us brokers are our eyes, tongue, and hands. All the skills in this profession depend on these three things."

Although the Ya people are not good at fighting.

But when the time is right and one has the skills, even if one encounters a swordsman or a knife-wielder, one will not be at a disadvantage.

In the world of ordinary people, the foundation of any skill lies in popularity.

Popularity is based on people. If you can do something earth-shattering and become famous, you will have a continuous stream of popularity.

Of course, we ordinary practitioners should still follow the path of cultivation.

A major source of popularity for brokers is buying and selling, but this trade is quite different from the path of a merchant. We'll talk about that later. Let me first teach you the most basics of this profession. See?

The art of "Insightful Eyes" is used by ordinary dentists, who can only observe fortune.

But as long as one continues to improve, one's insightful eyes will be able to see further and more, see through illusions, dispel delusion, and change one's destiny.

"Come on, draw some human energy onto your eyes and tell me what this is."

The old man was carrying a black rabbit.

Li Qinghe was completely confused and hesitated without taking any action.

After a moment, the old man snorted coldly and suddenly swung his sleeve. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her vision spun around as if her head had been twisted off.

When I came to my senses again, I was covered in sweat.

Same neighborhood, same scene.

The old man spoke again in the same tone, saying the exact same words: "Young man, the most important thing to us brokers is..."

I feel like I just died once.

Li Qinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the old man raised the black rabbit again: "Come, gather your energy, use your discerning eyes to see what this is."

"It's a rabbit."

Bang!

The familiar, excruciating pain returned.

The third time, Li Qinghe finally refrained from speaking rashly and instead activated her insightful eyes.

Everything around us, light and shadow, changed rapidly.

But the black rabbit in front of them had no breath at all, just like a stone by the roadside, a lifeless object.

next moment.

She was slapped to death by the other party.

Ten times, a hundred times...

Li Qinghe didn't remember how many times she had died, but at one point, she finally felt a faint sense of the "human energy" the old man had mentioned.

The children he rescued in Huangshui Town, the people tortured by the Huang family in Lianshan City, and the homeless refugees in the camp before...

She felt as if there were faint threads connecting her fate to those of these people. Popularity was generated by these billions of beings, converging into this human world to form a vast ocean.

She has only a few dozen thin, weak silk threads, which gather in this sea to absorb "human energy".

next moment.

She felt her vision, once so sharp, suddenly become clearer.

Everything in the world is clearly visible before my eyes.

Just as the old man was about to wave his sleeve down again, Li Qinghe said confidently, "There's nothing there!"

call!

It's like being rescued from drowning.

Li Qing suddenly woke up on the cart, as if everything he had just experienced was a dream.

Grandma Yang and Shen Cishuang were still chatting, completely unaware of anything amiss.

"The Trial of the Gods..."

A flame ignited in her heart.

Isn't this the opportunity that Granny Yang mentioned earlier? Moreover, I saw the outline of a deity, and it even seemed to be in human form...

No, how can we presume to know what gods look like?

The bizarre experience left her deeply troubled and filled her with anticipation and longing.

Meanwhile, in the distance along the official road, the outline of a town had already appeared.

Li Qinghe stopped her wild thoughts and subconsciously looked at the familiar town. But when she saw the strange sky over Huangshui Town, her eyelids twitched.