Infinite Professions

Chapter 352 - 183: Harvest (Part 2)

But the premise is...

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

In Little Huang Village, the eerie wind howled, and those clearing the battlefield felt a chill creeping over them with each gust of cold wind, shivering in unison with uneasy hearts.

Amidst the unease, the eerie wind intensified, extinguishing many torches and plunging the once brightly lit village into darkness, paired with the lingering scent of blood and unrecovered bodies on the ground, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

"What’s going on?"

"Where did this evil wind come from?"

"Did it hit a ghost?"

"Nonsense, with the Land God here, what ghosts dare invade?"

The crowd looked up in bewilderment, seeing the eerie wind spiraling, shadows obscured inside as if transforming from Yin to Yang.

"Ghost, ghost!"

Upon witnessing this scene, despite just surviving a deadly battle, many villagers of Little Huang Village turned pale, their bodies trembling, the eyes of the Yellow Turban Warriors filled with fear.

And then...

"Boom!!!"

A sound of a bell rang, instantly emitting golden light, manifesting a temple in the void.

"Wretched beast, daring to be insolent before this god!?"

From within the temple, a voice echoed like thunder, resonating with the dazzling golden light, finally forming a figure, indistinct and fluctuating, like a Dharma Aspect, sitting high in the temple with an unclear visage, exuding an extraordinary sense of majesty and sanctity.

It was a Divine Being.

"Kill!!!"

The Divine Being sat high in the temple, towering like a mountain, motionless, while death cries erupted on both sides, two troops of Divine Soldiers emerged like dragons, charging into the vortex of eerie wind, engaging the shadows within.

In an instant, the void was filled with earth-shattering cries of battle.

"Little Huang Village Land God?"

"No!"

"Merit Golden Light?"

In the underworld, within the Magic Realm, witnessing the sudden reemergence and full restoration of the Land Realm, the temple radiating golden light in the background, and the Divine Being seated high within, Wang Po, turned into a fierce ghost, screamed and darted towards the Five Immortal Demon Snakes, displaying sheer panic.

She understood at last, she finally understood the reality of the situation!

This Little Huang Village Land God turned out to be a God of Merit!

One with great merit, inevitably becomes a god upon death, and even a Great God.

Why?

Because merit surpasses incense, like gold compared to copper and iron. Having great merit grants divine power, thus becoming a god upon death is only natural.

This Little Huang Village Land God was a body of merit, just one glance at that Merit Golden Light surrounding him made her dizzy.

No wonder Little Huang Village had fewer than a thousand people, yet he had so much divine power to wield, fertile land, quickly built Dock Fortress, trained many Daoist Soldiers with the Divine Striking Technique, and even possessed Song Wu earlier, stunningly slaying her with a single sword.

Turns out he was a household with innate merit!

The breaking of the Land God’s Divine Realm earlier might have been his deliberate act, allowing the ghosts into the village to catch them all in one go?

Wait, no!

Merit turns one into a god, extraordinary among mortals. Not to mention anything about County or Prefecture City Gods, at least he should have been granted an Entry-Level Divine Position, why would he be sent to be a mere small village Land God, an insignificant Twelfth Class minor god?

Is there a problem with this?

Wang Po didn’t know.

But at this point, knowing or not knowing no longer matters.

What’s important is survival!

Wang Po flew, darting towards the demon snake, not daring to look back, wholeheartedly fleeing.

Can’t win, can’t win, completely can’t win.

This Little Huang Village Land God, not sure what kind of ghostly thing he is, a village Land God with Merit Golden Light protecting him is one thing, but wielding an unparalleled and inscrutable swordsmanship is unfathomable.

That sword earlier, being a witness, she still couldn’t figure out how she lost, how she died.

The Little Huang Village Land God’s sword Dao cultivation was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than the Confucian Martial Sect invited to exterminate her by Jinyang Prefecture fifty years ago!

How can you fight this?

You simply can’t.

Only escape!

Wang Po flew, hurriedly darted, just barely meeting up with the demon snake, feeling a prickling sensation on her back, and her heart gravely warning her.

Her heart skipped, not daring to turn back, she could only plunge into the demon snake’s mouth, using magical techniques to seize the body to escape.

But...

"Pff!!!"

A muffled sound echoed, brilliant sword light pierced through.

The demon snake’s body stiffened, frozen in the void, before crashing down and shattering upon impact.

The Evil God’s form, the demon fiend’s body, left no residue, dissipating into rolling Yin Qi, only a bit of golden light emerged, returning to the temple behind, joining the Divine Being’s body.

As for Wang Po, a Ninth Grade Evil God, a Tier Four Demon Fiend, couldn’t withstand that sword, let alone her, a newly born Tier Three Fierce Ghost, perished along with the body.

The main battlefield had been decided.

Elsewhere, Nie Qian and others led hundreds of constables from Land Temples bravely fighting, exterminating all mountain demons, golden spots reflecting merit, returning entirely to Shen Hex’s being.

The divine and ghostly struggle, the battle of Yin and Yang, finally settled.

In the present world, within the village.

The crowd looked up, bewildered, witnessing various anomalies vanish instantly, with no eerie wind surges or shadowy silhouettes, the golden temple and Divine Being’s Dharma Aspect also disappeared without a trace, as if everything earlier was just an absurdly fantastical dream.

The eerie wind dispersed, the dark clouds retreated, even the extinguished torches rekindled, roosters crowed, the sky faintly brightened, unknowingly dawn arrived, the next day’s morning had come.

The crowd snapped back to reality, feeling as if awakening from a dream, with a sense of both reality and illusion.

...

Within the inner fortress, in front of the Land God Temple, on the threshing floor.

Elderly women and children gathered, restless and nervous, eyes repeatedly darting, inside and outside, silently praying to the Land God Temple.