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Fragments of memories belonging to the original owner flowed through Li Wei's mind.

Livi Naguta, a fallen Brahmin born in Pangkabang, a novice priest who had not even completed his Vajrabbi.

A year ago, he offended a powerful Brahmin named Vagula, who stole Vagula's saheri.

In layman's terms, it means that the original owner of this body stole Wagula's concubine.

Vagula, a second-level priest who had completed the Brahma Bone Cult, controlled several medium-sized towns and hundreds of thousands of people. Such a tyrant naturally could not tolerate the humiliation of his concubine being stolen. He sent people to hunt down the original owner of the body, but the original owner was lucky and escaped to Napur half a year ago.

After hiding under an assumed name for almost half a year, and seeing that there were still no people from Vagula in Napur, he came out to operate a few days ago.

In truth, the original owner wanted to stay hidden forever, but he had no choice. In order to complete the Brahma Pi and advance to the first-level priest, he had to come out, build a temple, and collect faith.

In this world, Brahmin practice is simple: they build temples in populated areas, collect the villagers' faith, and then offer this faith to the gods in the unseen realm. The gods will then bestow great power upon them, strengthening them.

"Collecting faith..." The image flashed through his memory, and Li Wei subconsciously reached for his pocket. He was wearing a white priest's robe, and in the pocket on the left, sewn with gold thread, were two white stones. Li Wei touched them and felt that the stones were warm. In a daze, he seemed to hear the sounds of the villagers of Tuka Village kneeling and worshipping him coming from the stones.

"What an extraordinary world." Many memories flashed through Li Wei's mind again. He saw giant elephants over ten meters tall, snake women—half-human, half-snake—in the central city of his home, Pangkabang, he saw the fisherwomen of Kerala with fish tails covered in black scales, he saw…

More and more memories flooded his mind, and Li Wei's head throbbed with pain. In a daze, he saw a man standing on a giant black hydra. The hydra's tail stretched as far as the eye could see, winding its way through countless mountains and rivers. Countless people from various countries knelt in worship, as if they were gods.

Finally, Li Wei was in so much pain that he almost fainted. A blurry image of blood flashed into his mind, but he couldn't make out what it was.

With a thud, Li Wei completely lost consciousness, collapsing onto the altar. Laka, standing nearby, gasped in surprise. Suleisa, who had gracefully walked to the altar, merely opened her mouth in surprise for a moment before regaining her composure without any expression.

……

"Damn, it's actually the India of the Extraordinary World. Then I, a Brahmin, have really become a Brahmin in a certain sense."

Several hours later, Li Wei emerged from a room with burning incense and a distinctly Indian style. This was Laka's house; after he had fallen unconscious, Laka had taken him to her home.

He rubbed his head in bed, feeling a slight headache. At the same time, he was sorting through the original owner's memories.

In a sense, the Brahmins in this society are of a higher status than the Brahmins in his previous life in India, since the Brahmins in this world can truly communicate with the gods.

"But my innate talent isn't that great. After all this time, I still haven't completed the Vani skin and am still just an apprentice priest." Thinking of this, Li Wei frowned and silently chanted Naga's name, following the method of communicating with divine power from the original owner's memories.

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Soon, something like a tattoo appeared on his chest. A ferocious black snake with divine majesty emerged on his chest, but this snake was only half a snake.

This snake is the deity worshipped by his branch of the Naga family, a Naga, which in Sanskrit means dragon or snake god.

Of course, the Naga are a race, a race of gods. Members of the Naga family with different bloodlines receive different responses from the Naga. For example, Li Wei, whose talent is mediocre, has a Naga with a single head appearing on his chest. This is the lowest-ranking god in the Naga family.

The divine response received by members of the Naguta family with exceptional talent during their rituals can sometimes be a three-headed or even five-headed Naga.

Legend has it that six thousand years ago, Wanshetodi, who led the Naguta family to establish a vast empire spanning hundreds of kingdoms, conquered countless powerful figures, and collected countless beauties, received a divine response in return for his sacrifice: Shesha, the Naga king, who had nine heads.

In mythology, Shesa only manifests as the nine-headed serpent in the mortal realm because the mortal world cannot contain its power. When it reaches the divine realm, Shesa will regain its original power, with a thousand serpent heads to support the earth or to reach the cosmic ocean to carry the sleeping Vishnu.

In short, for Li Wei and his Naga family members, the more snake heads they received from the Naga's rituals, the better. The more snake heads, the stronger the bestowed power, and the faster their cultivation speed and combat strength.

Unfortunately, the divine response Li Wei received from his sacrifice was only a single-headed Naga.

"The future doesn't look so bright. I'm being hunted down by a level two priest who has completed the Brahma Bone. Although I'm safe for now, it's not good that my cultivation speed isn't improving." Li Wei looked at the Naga with only half a body on his chest with a troubled expression. This meant that he was still halfway to officially complete the Brahma Skin.

Only when a complete single-headed Naga appears on his body can he be promoted to a first-level priest and have some ability to protect himself.

But based on his previous cultivation speed, he will need at least seven or eight more years.

Who knows if those people from Wagura will chase us here in the next seven or eight years?

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Let me try out the feeling of cultivation first. This is extraordinary!" Just thinking about it made Li Wei excited and expectant. Faster, higher, stronger is a person's instinctive pursuit.

Despite his lack of talent, despite having only one Naga, and despite not having completed the Vanpi, he still possessed extraordinary power.

The fact that we drove away the five-meter-long black tiger that attacked the village a few days ago is proof of this.

This is why he holds such a high position, and why, even though he is in such dire straits, Ragu still insists on marrying his beautiful daughter to him.

"As long as you hold the faith stone in your hand, silently chant 'Naga,' and then communicate with the gods through the ancestral sacrificial ritual, you can complete the sacrifice." Li Wei recalled the relevant information. In his memory, the feeling of receiving a response when sacrificing his faith was very good. The feeling of that great power washing over his whole body and gradually becoming stronger was something Li Wei really wanted to experience.

In a past life, some people became addicted to fitness, simply to experience the feeling of gradually becoming stronger.

Just as Li Weipan was about to take out the faith stone to worship the gods.

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and the soft tinkling of jade pendants broke the silence of the room.

"Salma! You have finally awakened from Samadhi (a state of deep meditation or concentration, which can also refer to a coma)!"

The voice, sweet as honey, was full of concern. Li Wei looked over and was immediately struck by that pure and beautiful face, and those eyes—eyes like those carved from the finest emeralds from the deep valleys of Kashmir, deep and bright, with an innate, almost bewitching allure.

At this moment, those alluring emerald eyes looked at him with anxious concern.

It's Suleiman.

Surisa, barefoot, stepped onto the carpet and strode forward. The gossamer-thin sapphire blue sari she wore outlined the girl's graceful curves with her movements. She knelt on the edge of the carpet, looked at Li Wei, and clasped her hands together in a respectful "Namo" salute. Her emerald-like eyes instantly filled with tears, like those of a frightened fawn.

"Livisarma, thank goodness you're awake. You don't know..." she choked up, her body still trembling with relief, "I was terrified when you fell into a coma. I was so afraid that you... Thank goodness you're awake. I pray to Shiva that I can give my life for your well-being."

Suleisa's tears came suddenly, sliding down her fair cheeks and dripping onto her sari, leaving a small, dark, wet stain.

"Damn, are the feelings really that deep?" Li Wei stared blankly at Suleisa's heartfelt words to him.

For a moment, he felt it was unreasonable, after all, the two had just met once.

But then he thought about it again and it seemed to make sense.

The fact that a Vaishya's daughter is fawning over a Brahmin in such a humble manner seems very Indian.

In addition, Li Wei glanced at his own "Naguta" body, which was exceptionally handsome, with fair skin and the purest Yarian features. Otherwise, how could he have seduced Wagura's concubine?

For a Vaishya woman, climbing to such a high position is indeed her only chance to change her caste fate, and it's perfectly reasonable for her to cherish it.

In addition, women in ancient times would treat their husbands' families as their heavens once they knew they were married, so Li Wei instantly rationalized Suleisa's behavior.

Even Li Wei was getting a little carried away. After all, Suleiman was indeed very beautiful, even more so than the Indian actresses he had seen in his previous life. Men can easily lose their bearings when praised by a beautiful woman.

Moreover, he now felt a strong desire, especially as he kept looking into Suleisa's alluring and seductive eyes. He felt an intense urge to ravage and possess this woman.

Besides, she's already his.

"No, I need to have willpower. I need to cultivate first." Shaking his head, Li Wei coughed a few times. He wasn't this lecherous in his previous life. This woman was indeed too alluring. He couldn't do this in front of the gods. This was blasphemy.

"Shiva heard your prayers and saw your devotion," Livy said, speaking in the solemn tone of a Brahmin nobleman he remembered. "I am now unharmed; I was merely momentarily exhausted while exploring Atman (the true self/soul). I have seen your loyalty; you may now step aside."

Li Wei felt that if Suleisa stayed any longer, she would ruin his good deed of offering sacrifices to the gods.

He felt he lacked self-control.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed in Suleisa's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"Salma's arrangements are my world." Sulaisa lowered her head, her tone becoming increasingly submissive. "Please allow me to offer you sweet wine and coconut meat before I leave, to replenish your strength."

"No need." Li Wei thought for a moment. He really didn't dare to eat Indian food. "I'll call you in a bit, then you can come up and bring it to me."

Twice now...

Suritha clenched her hands tightly, her shoulders stiffening almost imperceptibly. She slowly raised her head, her face still bearing that gentle and respectful expression. She pressed her palms together in prayer again, her voice as soft as a feather: "Yes, Salma, may Brahma protect you."

Suleisa stood up, her bare feet touching the cold Durri blanket, and silently retreated towards the door.

Just as she completely disappeared out of the house, and in the instant she was certain that the man could no longer see her, the submissive expression on her pure and beautiful face vanished like a mask.

She stopped, her back to the house. Her emerald eyes, once brimming with tears, now held only icy coldness and a barely suppressed rage.

Her hands, hanging at her sides, gripped the edge of the sari tightly, her knuckles white from the force, as if she wanted to tear the thin fabric apart.

What happened?

He actually told me to leave?

Let me go?

Suleisa's chest rose and fell slightly, and her beautiful eyes gleamed with a dangerous light in the darkness.

My appearance...can't even bewitch a fallen Brahmin?