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Chapter 601 You say you're some kind of god?!
Listening to the damned monster's incessant shouting, Chen Xuan gradually calmed down. Compared to Hermes, who was born with a divine destiny, he, this unlucky guy from hell, was far less susceptible to provocation.

On the contrary, if things hadn't gone too smoothly these days, he wouldn't have even gotten so arrogant as to argue with such a vixen.

"Ha, they've really forgotten their roots. I'm just an unlucky guy from hell, how come they're acting like they're Tang Sanzang!"

Amid Hermes' mockery, Chen Xuan suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, then sat down on the spot, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy.

Just like in martial arts novels you hear on the radio, when a person feels cold, they will actively circulate their internal energy, thus achieving the effect of practicing martial arts while sleeping and increasing the speed of cultivation.

At this moment, Chen Xuan decided to follow the example of the characters in the novel and cultivate in the cold wind.

As his consciousness gradually settled, the flow of his internal energy became smoother, and the noise around him gradually turned into insignificant white noise. Not only did it not affect his concentration, it even had a calming and sleep-inducing effect.

Hermes was puzzled when he saw Chen Xuan suddenly quiet down. He deliberately raised his voice, but it still had no effect, which made him increasingly annoyed.

When physical altercations are impossible, arguments between two people boil down to their mindset. If no matter what you say, the other person doesn't respond, that kind of indifference is the ultimate form of contempt.

"Could it be that the sound is blocked?" Hermes reached in again, but didn't find any earplugs or anything like that, which gave him a headache.

He is the god of thieves, not the god of robbers. Stealing items from a distance is one thing, but he can't forcibly move living things.

"If the hard approach doesn't work, we'll have to try the softer one."

Hermes' eyes lit up, and a plan formed in his mind. After all, he was the god of deception! Manipulating people's minds and creating illusions were his forte!
The anger on his face suddenly vanished, replaced by a mysterious smile. He straightened his shabby, see-through robe, which Chen Xuan found extremely poor, and spoke in his seductive, bard-like voice:

"Mortal, your resilience surprises me. Perhaps... you are not just an ordinary blasphemer, but a test given to me by fate?"

However, Chen Xuan paid no heed to his words, which were imbued with the power of the "God of Deception" and the "God of Eloquence," and remained seated.

Hermes wasn't in a hurry, but spoke in a voice that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Chen Xuan, who was completely focused on his cultivation, didn't notice, but the power of [Destiny] was ultimately taking effect.

Chen Xuan didn't know how long he had been cultivating—an hour? Two hours? Or even longer?
He silently opened his eyes. The clamoring Hermes was gone. His clothes, tent, and water bottle were scattered carelessly outside the circle. After a brief moment of confusion, he suddenly jolted awake and frowned, saying:
"Why hasn't Brother Feng come back yet? When did that god run away?"

As he pondered, he was about to get up to get his clothes, but he stopped before reaching for them:
"Wait a minute, good heavens, we almost fell for it! That damned monster is definitely still lurking nearby!"

He spoke quite loudly, seemingly trying to provoke the short-tempered guy into jumping out, but after a few seconds, all he could hear was the cold wind of the night.

Chen Xuan frowned, about to sit down again, when he suddenly realized something was wrong. The golden circle that gave him endless security... had faded!

"No, it's an illusion, it must be an illusion! I've never heard of a circle drawn by the Monkey King fading!" Chen Xuan shook his head vigorously, looking at the halo in disbelief, as if he intended to compare it with the color in his memory.

However, human memory of color is inherently distorted, and when doubt arises, every detail is magnified.

The more Chen Xuan looked, the more he felt that the aperture was much fainter than before, and it even seemed to be flickering!
"Is this light ring about to give way?" Chen Xuan's scalp tingled instantly! A chill, more biting than the biting river wind, seeped into his bones! His greatest reliance... was about to be gone?!

"Great Sage! Your circle is malfunctioning!" Chen Xuan's voice changed in fright. He looked around in panic, but he couldn't see Feng Xue anywhere.

At that very moment, the voice that should have disappeared rang out again: "It seems the power protecting you has been exhausted. Mortals, before true divine might, such a rudimentary barrier is utterly vulnerable. Now, what can you rely on?"

Chen Xuan looked in the direction of the sound, and the alien youth who called himself a god reappeared in his field of vision. He took a step forward and stepped directly onto the circle of light, onto the circle of light that had previously made him feel as embarrassed as if he had hit a bug on glass!

Chen Xuan's heart sank to the bottom instantly, gripped by immense fear! He instinctively stepped back, but because his bare feet were on the cold ground, he shivered and slowed his movements.

Just as he was in shock, his attention completely focused on the disappearance of the circle and the ever-approaching Hermes...

"Not good!" The moment Chen Xuan realized he shouldn't have retreated, he saw out of the corner of his eye that his feet had stepped on the circle of light. A strong sense of despair instantly enveloped him.

"I've gone viral?!" Chen Xuan's mind went blank! All his persistence and wishful thinking completely collapsed at this moment! Feng Xue's instructions, the plot of Journey to the West, the fear of monsters, and the despair brought by that damned unlucky fate... all erupted at this moment!
"Ahhh!" A sharp high-pitched sound pierced from his throat. Chen Xuan immediately took a step to try to return to the circle, but at that very moment, the circle finally went out.

"It's over!"

"Ha ha! Foolish mortal! Now let's see where you run!" Hermes let out a sharp cry. Chen Xuan's fear finally reached its limit at this moment. He channeled his inner strength into his feet and fled like a cheetah!

But in that instant, a strong sense of disharmony arose in Chen Xuan's heart, because this surge felt less like running and more like... standing up from a sitting position!
"!!!"

The scene before him changed instantly. Chen Xuan charged forward in a posture almost parallel to the ground. The sky was exactly the same as when he was cultivating with his eyes closed!

"be cheated!"

Chen Xuan subconsciously turned around and saw the halo that he had already left behind. He wanted to turn around, but that damned alien youth was already blocking his way!
"Die, you blasphemer!"

As the alien race lunged at him with bared fangs and claws, Chen Xuan's heart sank to the bottom. He almost wanted to close his eyes and await death, but his body reacted first.

After a brief silence, the imagined pain did not occur. On the contrary, Chen Xuan felt a familiar sensation coming from his right fist.

"Damn blasphemer!" Hermes' scream rang in his ears again. Chen Xuan looked closely and found that the alien was leaning against the barrier of light, his face full of indignation.

Chen Xuan glanced at the halo, then at his fist, and a sudden, absurd yet incredibly powerful thought erupted within him—

"Who do you think you are, God?!"

(End of this chapter)