Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

"Hiss...I don't know how spicy it is." Nezha snorted.

I don't know it's hot? You're thousands of years old and still acting cute, isn't that disgusting... Yang Jin's mouth twitched, and he suddenly raised his hand, pointing directly in the direction of the Milky Way. His eyes gleamed with a decisive look:

“There are only two possibilities right now.

“First, the ancient gods once lived here, but for unknown reasons, they left one after another.

"Secondly, the world we inhabit is like the universe hidden within the sleeves of the Celestial Lord, a mere miniature world belonging to another deity. But no matter which scenario is true, it's sufficient to prove that the other world does exist.

"What I have to do now is to do my utmost to befriend the descendant of Fuxi and establish a good relationship with him in all aspects, so that I can learn from him the specific situation of the other world and help the gods of Daxia break the cage-like constraints of this world!

"So, since he is determined to save Cangnan, I have no choice but to cooperate!"

"Good! Very good, very good!" Nezha stood up suddenly, clapped his hands, wiped the corner of his mouth, and sighed:

"I didn't expect you to have such a great pioneering mindset. I must return and explain this to the Heavenly Lord. He will surely understand your painstaking efforts. I'm leaving immediately, so there's no need to see me off!"

Yang Jin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon leisurely, his face full of righteousness.

"No delivery."

Nezha did not use any magical powers, but just spread out his two short legs. At the age of seven or eight, he ran a hundred meters in nine seconds. He rushed away and disappeared around the corner in an instant.

If I could get help from the Heavenly Lord, my divine power would be even more abundant!

Yang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, secretly cheering in his heart.

Behind him, the vendor selling grilled starch sausages was stunned as he watched Nezha's back as he sped away. After a long moment, he shouted in shock:

"This kid is amazing! He runs faster than any athlete. No wonder he can eat ten starch sausages in one sitting!"

What ten starch sausages...Hey, where are my starch sausages!

Yang Jin turned around hurriedly, only to see a flash of red at the corner of the street. He looked down and saw three paper bags and ten sticks neatly arranged in the trash can at the corner.

"..."

Haha, it’s quite environmentally friendly.

I'll chop off your head, you son of a bitch!

......What a sin!

.........

——Let’s discuss it. Is nine roots okay?

——No, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I can’t sleep at night if I don’t eat even-numbered meals!

Yang Jin clutched the remaining thirty-five yuan in his hand, and looked at the message sent by Su Yan with a frustrated look on his face, with no expression on his face.

I have to save a dollar for the bus.

"Young man, are you going to buy it or not? I'm closing the stall."

The stall owner looked annoyed. The boy had been standing there for half an hour and was reluctant to take the money out.

"Uncle, can you give me a discount of one dollar?"

“…I, I’m a student.”

Chapter 211: Mortal God Realm

at night.

The houses in the old town have long been abandoned, the collapsed mud walls are covered with moss, and the broken tiles are shining palely in the moonlight.

There was silence all around, with only the intermittent chirping of cicadas echoing in the darkness.

At a certain moment, Yang Jin's figure flashed past the alley. He looked around for a moment, and seeing that there was no one around, he quickly climbed over a low wall and landed lightly in the yard.

In the middle of the yard, a black shadow sitting cross-legged slowly raised its head, and stared straight at Yang Jin who had broken in with sharp eyes, its gaze as cold as a knife.

"You're here." The black shadow said lightly.

Isn't this nonsense? Is it a ghost?! ... Yang Jin walked over slowly and nodded: "I'm coming."

The shadow perked up, coughed lightly and sighed: "You shouldn't have come."

"?"

Yang Jin clenched the starch sausage in his hand until his knuckles turned white.

His voice was filled with suppressed anger and a hint of helplessness. "Didn't you tell me to hurry up? You were worried that the starch sausage would get cold and taste bad if I was late. Now you're saying I shouldn't have come?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll leave?"

At this time, if you say "But, I'm already here", you won't even be able to follow the joke... The black shadow curled his lips and clicked a lighter to light a candle beside him.

Su Jianqiang used the flickering candlelight to place the skateboard under his body.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand and pushed hard. The skateboard rolled over the ground with a "clattering" sound, carrying him quickly towards Yang Jin.

Yang Jin's breathing stagnated, and a feeling of self-blame surged in his heart again.

I don't know why, but every time I see him with both legs broken but still looking strong, my heart aches.

Whatever, he just asked me to buy some candied haws today and some fried skewers tomorrow. If he had good mobility, he might not need my help.

"Here you go. My boss said I was a student and gave me an extra one."

Yang Jin handed the starch sausage in his hand to Su Yan, with a hint of shame on his face.

Su Yan took it with a smile, took out two and handed them to Yang Jin, saying:

"He's incredibly talented, much better than your brother. When he and I go shopping, I'm in front bargaining, and he's behind me yelling, 'Give it to them, they're having a hard time,' and it makes me so angry that I want to stab him every time."

Yang Jin laughed and subconsciously took the starch sausage. When he wanted to refuse, Su Yan had already rowed back to his original position.

He glanced at the starch sausage in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took a bite.

......It smells so good.

After swallowing two starch sausages, Yang Jin wiped the corner of his mouth and said in a serious tone, "How is the research on [Mortal God Realm] going? We don't have much time."

Su Yan didn't look up. He finished the last bite of his food with a serious expression. Then he took out a golden coin and said in a deep voice, "I have deduced the process thousands of times, and every detail is perfect, but the ending is unexpected and somewhat unsatisfactory."

Yang Jin hurriedly approached and stopped three meters away from Su Yan. He said nervously, "What's the problem? I need to take a look."

"can."

Su Yan nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and crushed the golden coin in his hand.

The next second, golden light flashed in his eyes and his vision expanded in all directions.

"This is Lin Qiye's incomplete [Mortal God Realm]. It has perception and dynamic vision, which can only be regarded as an excellent auxiliary ability."

"Its function is to allow you to see clearly around you, I know that." Yang Jin said in a deep voice.

Su Yan glanced at him and said, "You can also peek into other people's underwear. For example, I can see right now that you're wearing blue ice silk boxer briefs with two giraffes printed on them."

Yang Jin was stunned for a moment, and his face turned dark.

Damn it! If you weren't disabled, I would definitely break your legs!

His face was dark, and golden light burst out from his body, turning into a barrier to protect his whole body.

"Huh? I can't see it now. Teach me this technique later, so I don't have to worry about your brother peeping into my underwear."

Su Yan looked at the light on his body with great interest, and exclaimed in amazement.

"Let's talk about business first..." Yang Jin sighed madly in his heart.

"You could say this ability is only a fragment of the Mortal Realm. With your divine power, I used the Monkey God to simulate a complete version of Michael for a moment. Then, through deduction, I completed the Mortal Realm and created something similar."

Su Yan said as he made hand seals.

A miniature golden magic circle unfolded beneath his body, and then slowly spread outward. The initial speed was relatively slow, and then the speed gradually increased.

His mental strength was drained away in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jin's golden divine power suddenly emerged from Su Jianqiang's body, replacing his mental power and pushing the range of the magic circle outward again.

It eventually stopped at a diameter of twenty meters.

"I won't expand the range for now. I need to use my divine power sparingly."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a faint golden light appeared on his palm. As the light flowed, a starch sausage slowly solidified from the end to the beginning, like a movie film played in reverse.

"This is Michael's miraculous power, and it is also the miraculous power that has built Cangnan City today." Su Yan was puzzled and raised his starch sausage and said solemnly:

"It looks fine on the surface, but in fact this starch intestine is missing something crucial, so it can only be regarded as a fake starch intestine."

Yang Jin frowned and reached out to take it.

In an instant, the starch sausage in my hand suddenly began to disintegrate, flowing out from between my fingers like fine sand, and drifting away in the night with the wind.

Only a faint smell of burnt food remains to prove that it once existed.

"See? This is what I'm confused about. This starch intestine is clearly still within a range of 20 meters, but as soon as I stop using my divine power, it will immediately disintegrate. This is really not right."

Su Yan's expression gradually became solemn, and he gently twisted the remaining light in the air and said:

"But Cangnan City is different. Michael used his divine power only once, extending the lives of millions of people by ten years. During these ten years, they experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death just like ordinary people, and not a single trace of divine power could be found in their bodies... To put it in a metaphor, it's like this starch sausage, which needs a force to 'fix' it at the moment it takes shape, otherwise it will be nothing but a mirage.

The power of 'stereotypes'?

As expected, each god's special skills are unique.

Yang Jin's mind raced for a moment, but he still couldn't come up with anything good. He frowned and said, "I'll try to contact Tianzun tomorrow. Tianzun will definitely know the key."

"This is the only way." Su Yan nodded.

Yang Jin temporarily suppressed his irritation and came back to his senses, asking, "Are you going to draw your divine power today? I have to go home early. My brother followed me all the way, and I had a hard time getting rid of him."

The elder brother stalks the younger brother, pure perversion... Su Yan nodded and said, "Let's have sex once. If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you do it seven times a night later."

"Okay, come on then."

Yang Jin nodded and strode towards the three-meter range around Su Yan. In an instant, he felt that he had stepped into an extremely dangerous area.

...What a subtle area. Once anything happens within this three-meter range, it will never stop and will only intensify.

Originally, the ability he possessed could not achieve the effect of quickly extracting divine power, but with the help of this hexagram field, his devouring ability would increase exponentially.

Yang Jin pondered in his heart and stretched out his hand.