The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 255 The Golden-Armored Divine Man (3k)

The remaining men did not hesitate for a moment. They drew their swords, tore off their outer garments to reveal their iron armor underneath, and then charged forward.

But how could a mortal body of flesh and blood possibly be a match for this monster?

The bear ignored the warriors and charged straight at them. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. With just a twist of its massive body, it sent the warriors and their horses flying.

Those who were slightly luckier were merely knocked to the side and unable to get up after falling to the ground; those who were less lucky were pushed straight off the cliff, their fate unknown.

In the blink of an eye, several seasoned warriors, hardened by battle, were defeated before they could even hold on for a moment. The prodigy, however, didn't even glance at them and went straight after the young master who was riding ahead of them.

Clearly, even though this beast's cultivation was not yet profound, it had already discerned the difference between the young master and the other martial artists, and understood that eating him would be most beneficial to it.

Therefore, he made up his mind to eat this person.

Even the young master, with his extraordinary bearing, was terrified at this moment.

He was not a playboy who only knew how to indulge in romance and debauchery, but faced with such a ferocious monster, let alone him, even a seasoned general who had been through many battles would probably find it hard to hide his fear.

Seeing his guards fall and die in an instant, he could only memorize their names and hometowns before whipping his horse's rump.

The only way out right now is to run back to the county town and try to hold back this monster with its strong walls.

"My horse! My life is in your hands today, so don't blame me for being rough!"

The whip struck, and the horse neighed in pain, its hooves flying as it galloped away. But the bear behind it, though seemingly slow and far slower than the fine steed, was visibly closing the distance between them.

You should know that the fine steed he rode, which cost six hundred taels of gold to purchase, was a prized possession of the Langya Wang clan, and ordinary horses could hardly compare to it.

Such a terrifying speed of pursuit truly chilled him to the bone, but being a weak and uneducated man, he could only grip the reins tightly, suppress all his panic, and urge his horse to flee with all his might.

After running wildly for about half an hour, he suddenly spotted two woodcutters ahead.

Startled, he hurriedly shouted:
"Run! Get into the woods, the monster is right behind me!"

monster? !

Upon hearing this, the two woodcutters were startled and instinctively turned to scurry away.

Before they could even take a step, the two looked at each other and saw the same thought in each other's eyes—could it be that God was going to make them famous today?
Feeling a surge of excitement, the two decided to shout a few words to the young master to show off their power.

Unfortunately, neither of them had any literary knowledge, and no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't come up with a single word that would fit the situation. They were so anxious that their palms were sweating.

Just then, the bear came into their view in the blink of an eye.

At this point, the two of them had no time for pleasantries. They hurriedly pulled out wooden plaques from their pockets and hurled them at the bear!
They were terrified that if they were even a step too slow, they would lose their lives because they were too late in taking action.

Just then, the two finally managed to squeeze out a line from an opera they knew by heart, and shouted it out in unison at the top of their lungs:

"Monster, look at the magic weapon!"

This sudden turn of events left the young master completely bewildered—had he encountered two arrogant lunatics, or had he stumbled upon a reclusive master who could save his life?
After the wooden plaque swept across the young man's shoulder in a long arc with a whooshing sound, it crashed to the ground with a "thud," showing no sign of anything extraordinary.

It neither shone brightly as Li Laosan had described, nor did it display any power whatsoever. The bear continued its heavy, rumbling charge forward, getting closer and closer to the group.

The young man felt a throbbing pain in his temples and almost raised his hand to cover his face and sigh: He had actually hoped that these two woodcutters could save him; he must have been out of his mind!
The two woodcutters stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with astonishment.

He muttered hurriedly, "No way! When Li Laosan encountered that steel-scaled fish before, didn't he use a wooden board to smash it? Why doesn't it work for us?"

"Wait!" Suddenly, a woodcutter slapped his thigh and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Could it be that we didn't hit the monster's head?!"

"Oh no, oh no, it's probably true!" The other man panicked, frantically groping for his clothes. "I remember clearly, Li Laosan survived only because his son smashed the little master's calligraphy book on that thing's head!"

"Don't, don't be afraid! I... I have another wooden sign here!"

The man forced himself to remain calm as he spoke, but his hands trembled so badly that he almost dropped the wooden plaque when he reached into his pocket.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he was frightened by the harsh conditions and the consequences of failure.

But just when things were in such a chaotic state, something unexpected happened!

The bear, which had been charging fiercely, suddenly seemed to have its bones removed. Its front legs buckled, and its entire body staggered a few times before crashing heavily to the ground with a loud bang.

The massive body slid forward several feet due to inertia, causing layers of soil to roll up and kicking up clouds of dust before finally coming to a stop.

When the dust settled, the two woodcutters were shocked to realize that the bear, which was as big as a thatched hut, had stopped breathing at some point.

It's a dead thing now!
"Dead?! Dead?!"

The two woodcutters' throats tightened, their hands still frozen in mid-air, looking even more incredulous than Wang Chengye standing beside them.

The ferocious bear that was just moments ago was now a cold corpse in the blink of an eye. The reversal came so suddenly that both of them were momentarily stunned.

Wang Chengye also heard the commotion. His fingers tightened instinctively, the reins leaving shallow marks on his palm. The horse, which had been galloping wildly, slowed down and finally came to a stop, staggering. When he dismounted, his steps were unsteady. He walked blankly to the bear's corpse, his gaze falling on the mountain-like body—its chest was no longer rising and falling, and its breath was completely gone.

It's obviously really dead.

'They actually cleaned it up?'

Deeply shocked, he suddenly came to his senses, quickly straightened his clothes, and hurriedly walked to the two woodcutters, bowing deeply and saying:

"I am Wang Chengye of the Langya Wang Clan. I am deeply grateful to the two esteemed gentlemen for saving my life! I will never forget your great kindness!"

"Oh, young master! You're making us feel so bad!"

The two woodcutters were so frightened that they quickly took half a step back, their faces full of unease.

"We're hardly experts; we only managed to subdue that monster thanks to this treasure we have!"

Another woodcutter stepped forward and handed over the last wooden plaque he was clutching in his hand:
"Yes, yes, yes! It's not that we're amazing, it's that our precious young master is amazing! The rubbing on this wooden plaque is a calligraphy scroll that our young master specially wrote for us to avoid misfortune when we travel!"

But upon hearing this, the other party was even more surprised and said:
"Such a treasure must be extremely rare. The fact that you two are willing to use it to save a complete stranger like me is truly a great favor. Please accept my bow!"

“Young master, you’re really mistaken!” The two woodcutters grinned. “This treasure is indeed a treasure, but it’s not rare at all! The young master has already hung his calligraphy copybooks in the county town. Anyone who wants to make a copy can do so for free! The one we used before was made at the shop at the street corner, and it only cost fifty coins!”

Another woodcutter joined in the laughter:

"Not only that, the price will probably drop after today. If we wait a while, it could be several coins less."

These words exploded in Wang Chengye's mind like a thunderbolt, completely disrupting his previous understanding.

He stood there, stunned, his gaze fixed on the inconspicuous wooden sign.

His guards' equipment and weapons were all exquisitely crafted, each set costing over ten thousand coins, yet when they actually encountered that bear, they had no chance to resist.

Thinking of this, his fingers unconsciously caressed the jade pendant at his waist.

This jade pendant was a gift from the emperor and is priceless.

But if he were asked to exchange it for a treasure that could subdue demons, he would certainly offer it up in a hurry, for fear that something might go wrong.

But nowadays, a few dozen copper coins can buy a "treasure" that can kill demons?
How did the world become like this?

Countless questions surged in his mind, making him momentarily speechless, staring blankly at the two woodcutters who were smiling so simply.

It felt like I was seeing the true nature of this world for the first time.

The two woodcutters were also pleased to see such a distinguished person lose his composure like this.

This was a benefactor they could only dream of meeting in the past, and now not only had they met him in person, but the two of them could even show off in front of him!
How beautiful!
However, a woodcutter suddenly asked:
"Young master, how can someone of your status travel alone?"

Wang Chengye suddenly awoke with a start and said:

"Oh no! My guards stayed behind to cover my escape and hold off this wretch. They're probably in grave danger now. Please, both of you, come with me to rescue him!"

The two woodcutters were honest men, and upon hearing this, they quickly nodded and said:
"Then let's go quickly."

After saying that, they asked Wang Chengye to lead the way. Of course, they didn't forget to pick up the wooden sign that had been thrown on the ground.

But as soon as I picked it up, I was surprised to find that I couldn't lift it.

It looked as if something was pressing down on it.

Just as I was wondering if this treasure could only be used once, I suddenly heard a voice coming from ahead.

"Wait, wait," the voice slowly sounded, with a low laugh, "Now that I've helped you deal with this little bear, shouldn't this 'possession' in your hand belong to me?"

Wang Chengye and the two woodcutters were all startled and subconsciously looked up at the same time—and what they saw struck them like lightning.

A few feet ahead stood a golden-armored deity. He was over three zhang tall, even more imposing than the fallen bear.

"Gods, immortals!"

Someone let out a soft cry, and the three of them felt their legs go weak, instinctively wanting to kneel down.

One of the woodcutters, still not fully processing what was happening, stared at the golden figure of the divine being and instinctively uttered:

"May I ask, sir, what do you mean by that?"

The golden-armored deity laughed loudly:

"It's simple, it's simple, I'll just tell you about it."

(End of this chapter)