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Chapter 321 Even the best systems have flaws.

When Feng Xue arrived at the City God Temple, the cultivators were still performing their rituals. It wasn't because they hadn't discovered the problem at the Dragon King Temple, but because the poverty permeating the entire city was far more terrifying than a troublesome evil spirit.

To put it in the most extreme case, even if the entire city is destroyed, given its geographical location and the magic of the cultivators, it won't be long before a prosperous port city is rebuilt. However, if this impoverished atmosphere is allowed to spread, the city will likely fall into a state of desolation for the next few years.

While the well-developed system and folk customs of the Central Plains civilization could effectively ensure the harmonious coexistence of Taoist practitioners and ordinary people, it also led to the objective outcome of "doing the right thing at the right time" to some extent.

This makes it easy for the enemy to find a loophole based on the festivals and customs of the Central Plains if they want to cause trouble.

“They’re looking for trouble by consulting the almanac.” Feng Xue sighed, but she wasn’t worried. Not to mention that the will power of these cultivators was relatively stable, and they didn’t seem like they were trying to appear calm when they were actually anxious. First of all, there were other cultivators in the city besides Buddhist and Taoist ones.

Those powerful demons, unorthodox sects, and foreign religious groups living in the city should have already headed to the Dragon King Temple by now. In a sense, this is the price they pay for being allowed to settle in the city.

Feng Xue stood among a group of believers, watching a group of cultivators with lifespans ranging from three to five hundred years to one or two hundred years perform rituals. A sense of security arose from the bottom of her heart. With this kind of presence, wasn't it much better than that Grand Tutor who opened the Ten Deadly Formations without even two guards by his side?

If someone dared to jump out and gouge out his eyes, the surrounding believers would probably kill him without the cultivators even lifting a finger (laughs).

As she watched the impoverished energy being gradually gathered, rectified, and sent to the heavens, Feng Xue roughly understood that in the folk world, both the power of will and the energy of qi have the characteristic of the pure rising and the impure descending. In a sense, it can be understood that those illusory gods who are composed of relatively pure will power but have complex personalities basically reside between impure and pure will power.

This "habitation" is in a physical sense. That is to say, if the future of this world sends satellites into space, they might bump into one or two virtual gods on the way—of course, there is no specific magic, and the virtual gods themselves don't have much collision volume.

The current practice of sending away poverty spirits to heaven can actually be considered a form of "offering," and the object of this offering is naturally the god of poverty.

From this perspective, in this world, at least in the Central Plains, the God of Poverty is probably not a particularly powerful deity. Not to mention anything else, the large-scale sacrifices held in various places every year are enough to make him grow to a terrifying level.

"In other words, not many people are willing to believe it, otherwise it might be a powerful profession. It's just that believing might lead to financial loss. If I were to transmigrate here and didn't have the ability to strike it rich, completely giving up my fortune and becoming a poor god priest might actually be quite a good career path."

As Feng Xue watched the Qi rise into the sky, she would occasionally take out a fish cake and put it in her mouth. She used the Qi-consuming technique to refine and circulate the Qi within her body. She didn't even need to use a physical stance to assist her; she simply used her mind to transport the Qi.

This seemingly wasteful behavior is less efficient for physical growth than lifting weights at the gym, but its advantage lies in its ability to be done anytime, anywhere—a rather extravagant form of AFK training.

He can't even be considered to be AFK, because he still needs to coordinate his consciousness with the flow of Qi.

Meanwhile, while the City God Temple remained peaceful and serene, the Dragon King Temple was in an uproar. Although the cultivators in the port city had prepared various sealing materials due to the actions of the Japanese, they had not expected that these little devils would actually think of using the knowledge of the people of the port city.

"The Dragon King is a real piece of work!"

"Has the Dragon King gone mad?"

"Hahaha, you old dragon, you're asking for it!"

"Now you know how powerful it is, you stupid dragon!" The various wishes generated while listening to the storyteller now flowed into the Dragon King Temple, and were drawn by something within the body of the Japanese deity, transforming into a turbid wish that began to surge. And what this action brought about was a power called flood that was brewing.

The surrounding air currents began to change, and white lines began to spread across the sea. Suddenly, a light, freezing rain mixed with ice chips began to fall, merging with the murky power of will.

In theory, it is difficult for typhoons to form in winter, since the sea surface temperature needs to reach a certain level for them to form.

But now, everything before our eyes clearly indicates that a typhoon is approaching.

The freezing rain intensified, and the waves rose higher and higher. The cultivators used all sorts of spells to try to dispel the turbidity near the Dragon King Temple. However, the Japanese who had secretly crossed the border at some unknown time turned into a suicide squad. They used deadly spells to relentlessly pursue the cultivators who were casting the spells. Even if they were not strong enough, they would act as human shields to disrupt, destroy, and block the spells.

“But God is the one who girded me with strength and perfected my ways. He made my feet like the feet of a deer and gave me a firm footing on high places. He taught my hands to fight, so that my arms could bend a bow of bronze.”

A row of church choir members held scriptures and sang hymns. A milky white light spread from them, which then transformed into armor and weapons, attaching itself to the head pastor.

Holding a wooden staff and dressed in a clergyman's robe, he faced the increasingly violent wind and rain. He took out a seemingly ordinary but carefully preserved Bible, turned to the fourth chapter of Mark, and his gaze fell on that line of text.

The spirit surged forth from his sea of ​​consciousness. He took a deep breath, and at that moment, he felt as if he were no longer a mortal, but as if a saint was residing on his body.

So he said—

"Stop here! Let it be quiet!"

The gale subsided, the earth calmed down, and it seemed as if the world itself had quieted down in that instant. But the clouds did not disperse, and the rain did not stop. It was as if angry waves were crashing against a barrier, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound that spread, as if cracks were spreading throughout the world.

The water at the estuary suddenly heated up, and the freshwater flowing into the sea churned.

Water jets, carrying giant waves, leaped out of the water and crashed against the fragile barrier.

A black-clad, masked Japanese man, seemingly possessed by a vengeful ghost, brandished his weapon and charged at the clergy who were trying to stop the descent of a demon god. Suddenly, a white figure blocked the choir's path.

She was as slender and delicate as a young girl, but Aunt Bai exuded the aura of a ferocious beast. No one could imagine that the source of such a powerful aura was actually a white mouse.

But even a white rat is a great demon.

Fearing a conflict with the exclusive divine power of the Nestorian Church, Aunt Bai did not even use any sorcery. Her body turned into a white light, and in two breaths, more than ten people were thrown into the sky. When she was stopped by a man-eating demon who was over eight feet tall, the ninjas with broken bones finally landed. However, the cracks on the barrier were increasing.

(End of this chapter)