Chapter 494: I Need a Mount

Chapter 494: I Need a Mount

Eighty-seven female specters had been slain.

The figure clad in blood-red armor sat loftily in midair, his expression cold and unyielding.

With a spear in his hand, he looked every bit like a god descended to earth.

The horrifying, chilling specters had stood no chance against him.

The villagers and laborers witnessing this scene were all prostrate on the ground, crying out in reverence:

“Divine being!”

“This is truly a god!”

The woman dressed as a Taoist priestess stood in stunned silence, her mind shaken by the display.

What kind of technique was this, to make such an impossible feat seem effortless?

Eighty-seven specters, each at the high stage of the Yellow-tier, had been defeated.

Their combined soul attacks, capable of instilling fear in even a top-ranked Di-tier Weapon Master, would have easily overwhelmed a Xuan-tier powerhouse. Even the most skilled dominators of a region would have met their demise under such an onslaught.

Yet, against this blood-red armored figure, their soul attacks had no effect at all.

Could he truly be a god?

What’s more, his combat techniques were flawless, executed with an elegance as fluid as flowing water.

Although his strength and speed seemed inferior to the specters’, he effortlessly outmaneuvered and overwhelmed all eighty-seven of them.

The perfection of his technique was almost surreal.

The priestess, who had once witnessed the combat prowess of a Tian-tier Weapon Master, couldn’t recall having seen anything as impeccable as this.

A Di-tier Weapon Master might be capable of fending off 3,000 heavily armored soldiers, relying on their unparalleled physique and the sharpness of their weapon.

But this man—this blood-armored figure—seemed as though he alone could slaughter 3,000 soldiers armed to the teeth with just his technique, emerging completely unscathed.

“Who... who are you?” the priestess asked, her voice trembling. Her teeth clashed faintly as her words stammered out.

“I am... Divine Descent,” came the cold and authoritative reply, resounding from the heavens as if the voice of a god.

“Divine Descent?”

The priestess was momentarily dumbfounded as she looked at Qi Yuan.

Was this the Divine Descent she was familiar with?

Wasn’t Divine Descent a legendary weapon—a so-called divine armament?

Chen Kangbao, with a look of fervent adoration, gazed at the blood-armored figure and began chanting:

“Divine Descent, Divine Descent, revered by all realms.

The Celestial Maiden serves at his side,

Five Thunder Gods heed his call.

Six Ding and Six Jia guard his form,

The Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces form his divine array.

...

Golden rays shoot from his eyes, dispelling evil and injustice,

The light in his hands banishes the darkness.

...

Where Divine Descent treads, eternal light follows,

All living things bask in divine grace.”

Hearing his chant, the kneeling villagers immediately echoed in unison:

“In a world without light, Divine Descent is our beacon!”

“In a world without light, Divine Descent is our beacon!”

The voices rolled like thunder, carrying fervor and reverence, a tidal wave of devotion sweeping the crowd.

Even the priestess, caught in the intensity of the moment, felt herself almost drawn into the chant.

When she finally snapped out of it, she realized that the "divine figure" had vanished without a trace.

A few miles away, a loud thud resounded as a figure fell from the sky.

Qi Yuan hit the ground with a graceless crash, his face pale and his composure entirely gone.

Gone was the imposing divine aura.

“Thank goodness I escaped in time. Those mosquito-grade drones are garbage!”

Had he stayed longer, his disguise would surely have fallen apart, leaving him humiliated in front of the crowd.

Though he hadn’t been injured in his battle with the specters, the strain on his stamina and spirit had been enormous.

Not to mention, the improvised drones—made from transformed mosquitoes—were falling apart, unable to sustain his weight any longer.

Any further delay, and he’d have been forced to perform a godly belly-flop for the entire crowd to witness.

“Master, how did I do with that chant earlier?” Chen Kangbao asked eagerly, his tone brimming with pride.

“Not bad,” Qi Yuan praised. “From now on, you’re not just my strategist—you’re also my loudspeaker!”

The chant Chen Kangbao had recited earlier was, in fact, cobbled together from phrases Qi Yuan had invented on the spot.

The good news? It was entirely original. The bad news? It was stitched together like a patchwork quilt.

For Qi Yuan, playing the role of Divine Descent wasn’t just about putting on a show—he needed catchy slogans to bolster the act.

Not only did it add grandeur, but it also made it easier for his legend to spread far and wide.

“The only downside,” Qi Yuan muttered, “is the quality of these drones. I need to get my hands on better ones next time.”

At present, Qi Yuan still lacked the ability to fly on his own.

A god who couldn’t fly? That wouldn’t do—it lacked the grandeur expected of a deity.

Thus, the need for drones.

He was even considering incorporating lightning effects for a more divine aesthetic.

“And maybe a projector,” he mused. “If I can’t manifest a celestial projection, I’ll just create one with technology. That’ll blow them away!”

As always, Qi Yuan took time to reflect on his performance.

“Eighty-seven Yellow-tier specters slain. I’m finally level 57 now—jumped up over twenty levels!”

Based on his current calculations, this put him at the high stage of the Yellow-tier as a Weapon Master.

He was just one step away from reaching the Xuan-tier.

Reaching the Xuan-tier in this world would qualify him to act as a county captain, overseeing an entire region’s defenses.

“Still, leveling up isn’t the biggest takeaway,” Qi Yuan muttered to himself. “The most significant gain is... my Divine Descent roleplay meter.”

Answer the call as Divine Descent.Engage in dialogue using his psychic ability.Ignore or block the prayer.

The calloused state of his hands and the way he carried himself betrayed a martial background.

“I’m the strategist the young master hired from the madhouse!” Chen Kangbao declared with pride.

Zhi Shuang’s expression shifted from confusion to astonishment, and then understanding.

Her gaze turned to Qi Yuan, a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, young master, your skills have improved! You’ve managed to fool someone from the madhouse into becoming your servant—and even had him knock me unconscious!”

Naturally, she assumed that Chen Kangbao had been the one to knock her out.

After all, Qi Yuan had always been a frail scholar, incapable of such feats.

Faced with her accusations, Qi Yuan didn’t flinch.

“Foolishness! He’s my believer,” he said lazily.

“I’m the most loyal servant of the young master!” Chen Kangbao eagerly added.

Zhi Shuang studied the pair with growing suspicion.

Could it be that her young master had truly gone mad?

His demeanor and behavior were a complete departure from the weak, cowering man she once knew.

Despite her doubts, Zhi Shuang softened her tone slightly as she addressed him.

“Young master, return to the county seat without fear. Regarding the matters in Ninghe County, my lady will personally question Old Zhong.”

Her words carried dual meaning.

If Qi Yuan were guilty, her lady would exact punishment.

If he were innocent, she would ensure his name was cleared.

If the young master had truly been wronged and had even lost his sanity in the process... Zhi Shuang felt a twinge of pity for him.

Still, she preferred a harmless, half-mad Qi Yuan over the troublemaker he’d once been.

At least this version wouldn’t cause unnecessary trouble for her lady.

“That Old Zhong... I’ll have words with him myself,” Qi Yuan grumbled, assuming his troubled som-in-law persona. “Trying to frame me—he must have a death wish!”

Zhi Shuang took in his indignant act, her pity turning into certainty.

The young master was undoubtedly insane.

He’d always been meek and submissive back in the household, never daring to raise his voice.

Thinking back to how she’d woken up, Zhi Shuang hesitated before asking:

“Young master, what exactly did you do to me? Why does my whole body ache?”

Her body felt as though it had been through an endless battle.

“You really don’t remember?” Qi Yuan replied nonchalantly. “I already told you.”

Zhi Shuang fell silent.

Clearly, he was insane.

Moments later, Qi Yuan looked at Zhi Shuang, his expression suddenly turning serious.

“I’ve got a question for you,” he said.

“Please, speak,” Zhi Shuang replied, her tone icy but polite.

“I’ve heard that my wife is a Xuan-tier Weapon Master. How strong is she? How fast? What are her standout skills?”

At these words, a chill emanated from Zhi Shuang, her icy aura intensifying.

“Who told you to ask such questions?” she demanded frostily.

Her lady wasn’t just a renowned beauty listed on the Hundred Fragrance Rankings, but also a direct disciple of the Heavenly Sect.

In Ning Kingdom, sects and noble clans wielded enormous power—even the royal family deferred to them.

The Heavenly Sect and the Ancient Thunder Sect were the two most powerful sects in Ning Kingdom.

These two titans had been locked in conflict for years, vying for dominance and the title of state religion.

In a few months, the two sects would face off in a grand competition between their disciples.

Zhi Shuang naturally assumed someone was using Qi Yuan to probe her lady’s abilities.

“No one told me to ask,” Qi Yuan replied earnestly, fixing her with his most sincere look.

“Consider this: Lü Bu is unmatched on horseback, Dian Wei reigns supreme on foot, and Ma Chao excels in riding skills.

Now imagine Lü Bu riding Ma Chao, with Ma Chao riding Dian Wei. Wouldn’t that be unstoppable?”

Qi Yuan clapped his hands together, his expression glowing with excitement.

“I’m missing a mount. My plan is to follow the example of the ancients—during combat, I’ll ride your lady!”

He sounded completely serious.

Using mosquitoes or birds transformed into drones was far from ideal.

Qi Yuan had come up with a new idea: instead of relying on transformed creatures, why not use a powerful Weapon Master?

For instance, his wife—renowned as a Xuan-tier Weapon Master—might not be able to fly, but her speed and strength far exceeded that of any insect.

With his Endless Transformation, he could modify her appearance into that of a drone, concealing her legs to create the illusion of hovering.

Once she advanced to Di-tier, she could even take him soaring through the skies!

Qi Yuan marveled at his own brilliance.

“So,” he said, “how strong is your lady?”

“You... are serious?” Zhi Shuang’s face darkened, her tone seething with cold anger.

“Absolutely,” Qi Yuan replied earnestly.

“You’re despicable!” Zhi Shuang hissed, her icy demeanor cracking with fury.

She resolved to write to her lady immediately. Not only had the young master lost his mind, but he’d also become shameless!

Wanting to "ride" her lady?!

Even someone as inexperienced as Zhi Shuang understood the implications of “riding.” Was he planning to jump on and spout nonsense about galloping?

“Ah, I see—you care about your lady and don’t want me to ride her,” Qi Yuan mused, stroking his chin. “Shame. If your strength and speed were better, I’d just ride you instead.”