People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Promotion, God, Soldier!

These three words make up a sentence!

They can understand these three words when they are separate, and they can also understand them when they are combined into a sentence.

But after they understood it, they were a little confused because they didn't comprehend it!

How did my promotion become connected to the soldiers of the gods?

What does that mean?

This English is different from the Chinese spoken in the East!

In Chinese, once you learn the characters, and then combine them with words, you can basically understand the meaning of a sentence.

But with English, even if you learn 1 words, you often can't even write an essay.

They also assumed that what Chen Ping'an had just said was roughly the same. They could understand the individual words, so it was normal that they couldn't understand the meaning of the sentences.

It can't be like the workplace, where you get promoted just because the boss is satisfied...

Hathaway and Hanks Gann weren't stupid; after ruling out all the impossibilities, they looked at Chen Ping'an in shock.

They also looked at Lin Zhiyong, who had cleaned himself up, changed into plain clothes, and knelt down in front of the offering table covered with a yellow cloth.

"To be precise, it should be considered as joining the company!"

Mr. Lin Zhiyong is my friend, my best brother, and the most loyal believer of God.

Therefore, I will grant him the position of a celestial soldier.

And you two have been invited to attend the ceremony.

Sure enough, after eliminating all the impossibilities, the soldier who was promoted to godhood was exactly what the literal meaning was.

Hathaway is alright; she's only just turned 18 and hasn't gone to university yet, so her knowledge isn't that broad.

After all, a poor person can only attend public schools, and a child taught in public schools from grades one to twelve who can write a letter is considered a high achiever.

Hanks Gan is different. He graduated from a prestigious university, wrote novels, and even had some bestsellers.

They possess a certain level of comprehension, imagination, and social awareness.

But at this moment, he was also somewhat bewildered!

If he is your brother, your friend, can you grant him the position of a heavenly soldier?

What kind of outrageous statement is this?

is it possible?

Although Chen Ping'an was very magical, he simply took out a piece of yellow paper with strange symbols drawn on it, burned the paper, and mixed it with water, which turned it into holy water that could satisfy hunger and restore strength.

This is amazing!

But this miracle can be explained by medicine, or by all possible physical knowledge.

It could even be explained by mysticism, after all, many Americans are religious, many are superstitious, and many are fools.

Many scientists are religious.

They do not deny the existence of gods, but the existence of gods and the fact that one person can claim to grant another person the position of a divine soldier are not the same thing.

So, Hanks Gan was completely baffled.

If it was merely to deceive believers, this Eastern priest, Mr. Chen, should not have only invited the two of them to attend the ceremony, but should have brought everyone.

Isn't that better?

But he is an adult, and an adult who has been a social elite and has also been beaten down by society.

Of course, I know that sometimes when they face certain situations, all they need to do is bring their eyes and ears; they don't necessarily need to bring their mouths.

Since we've invited them to witness the ceremony, we can simply watch and listen; there's no need to say anything more.

So he fell silent, wanting to see what this Eastern priest was up to.

Lin Zhiyong, who had washed up and changed into new clothes, knelt in front of the table covered with yellow cloth.

Chen Ping'an took out a piece of yellow paper covered with writing, but the place of origin and the person's name were missing.

A writing brush, cinnabar, and an official seal appeared on the table at some point.

"Lin Zhiyong!"

Chen Ping'an picked up his brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and gave a clear shout.

Lin Zhiyong immediately prostrated himself and said, "Disciple Lin Zhiyong is here!"

"Since I came to Los Angeles intending to open a shrine and teach, you have helped me get things started, and your contribution is immense."

Now, with the grace of the Yellow Emperor, you are hereby appointed as a Yellow Turban Warrior, and granted the authority to hear the wind.

Are you willing?

Chen Ping'an slowly uttered each word from his lips, speaking in Chinese, which Hanks Gan couldn't understand.

However, Hathaway could understand his Chinese at that speed, so she translated for him in a low voice.

"This disciple is willing!"

Lin Zhiyong leaned down again and responded in a muffled voice.

This ceremony was rushed out; the decision and preparation were made in just a few minutes, and it was quite an eyesore.

Fortunately, the two foreigners watching the ceremony didn't really know anything about sports, so they managed to get by.

After all, the real drama isn't about this, but about the strange phenomenon that Chen Ping'an said would definitely occur later.

"good!"

With a flick of his vermilion brush, Chen Ping'an filled in Lin Zhiyong's place of origin and name. As he finished the last stroke, a faint golden light instantly emanated from the yellow paper.

"The Imperial Edict of the Way of Peace..."

In this small tavern, Hanks Gan and Hathaway actually heard a piece of paper emitting golden light, floating in mid-air, and then being read aloud in a human voice with an authoritative command.

Is this reasonable?

The command was long, and the voice was speaking Chinese, a language from the Far East, which they shouldn't have been able to understand.

In fact, Hathaway only half understood, but they both inexplicably grasped the meaning.

Mr. Lin Zhiyong made great contributions, so he was rewarded by being recruited as a soldier of the gods.

Soldiers of the gods are also gods!

From then on, they lived in a different world from ordinary people.

Moreover, they held power, and could hear the whispers and the messages they carried.

This is somewhat similar to the concept of the wind god in Western mythology.

shocked!

Hanks Gan and Hathaway were shocked, as was the excited Lin Zhiyong.

He hadn't expected the strange phenomenon Chen Ping'an described to be like this; it was truly amazing.

But the magic wasn't over yet.

The imperial edict, which had already been read aloud, suddenly rolled up in mid-air, transformed into a beam of light, and disappeared between Lin Zhiyong's eyebrows.

After the golden light dissipated, a faint mark was left between Lin Zhiyong's eyebrows, almost unnoticed.

Hanks Gan and Hathaway, who were almost suffocating, finally remembered that they could breathe, which saved them from dying.

After taking a deep breath, just when they thought the ceremony was over...

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhiyong, who had been kneeling, suddenly groaned, followed by a painful cry through gritted teeth.

"pain!"

Then my whole body started convulsing...

pain……

Lin Zhiyong has only one feeling right now, which is pain that seems to be coming from the very bones, but he can't faint, and he can't even move when he thinks about it.

So he could only feel very clearly that someone was hitting him with a chisel and a saw from the very marrow of his bones.

Then it felt like someone was using a hairdryer to blow hot air out of the body, the kind of scalding hot air that could burn you and cause blisters.

At this point, a normal person would be writhing in pain, but Lin Zhiyong couldn't move.

He could only kneel there, unable to move an inch, and at this moment he couldn't even cry out in pain; he could only let out a low growl from his throat.

Then I felt someone blowing hot air out of my forehead, back, chest, abdomen, thighs, calves, soles of my feet, arms and hands, all my bones, from the very inside, deep within my bones, with a scalding hot hairdryer.

Seeing Lin Zhiyong, who was sweating profusely and struggling in pain, Hathaway and Hanks Gan stared wide-eyed, terrified.

Is this the price of a mortal becoming a god?

Even the lowest level of god!