Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 114 Manifestation of Divinity, Superficial Belief

As if waking from a dream, Li Shicheng suddenly opened his eyes.

The windows were bright and the tables were clean, with flickering lamplight.

The pale moonlight streamed through the window, falling on his aged face, which was covered with deep wrinkles.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Li Shicheng sat up abruptly, panting heavily, his cloudy eyes still showing signs of fear.

Just now, he seemed to have had a bizarre dream.

In my dream, there was a majestic divine palace hidden in the sky, and a deity whose appearance I could not see clearly, who called himself 'Shangyuan Shuiyuan'.

Then that deity seemed to have issued a divine decree—

"There is a member of the Li family who has lived a righteous life and accumulated much good karma. I will now grant you a bright path and a chance to live. Tomorrow at noon, when the Yang energy is at its peak, you will see the first person in the southwest corner of your house where water and wood meet. This person will be the one who breaks your dead end and leads you to a path of life."

Do not inquire into its cause, nor doubt its traces. This is a matter of divine secret, and must not be revealed to others; remember this well.”

Li Shicheng braced himself on the bed with both hands, carefully recalling the decree in his mind, which became clearer and clearer.

In the end, it was as if carved by a knife, deeply imprinted in his mind.

I can't forget it, and I dare not forget it!

Tomorrow at noon, wait for a glimmer of hope in the Kun position?
Is this the enlightenment that 'Shangyuan Shuiyuan' gave him?
Whether it was Li Shicheng's imagination or not, he vaguely felt that he had formed some kind of connection with a mysterious being in the world.

He was like a tiny ant that accidentally pushed open the gate of the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top. As he climbed the steps, he was surrounded by jade tablets with inscriptions on them. An ancient, magnificent, and vicissitude-filled feeling rolled over him.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of submission, his hair stood on end, and he dared not harbor the slightest disloyalty.

At this moment, Li Shicheng was like a drowning traveler, clinging to this last straw.

He completely disregarded the prestige of being the head of a family and the dignity of being a top-notch expert.

That suffocating feeling of clearly sensing life slipping away, yet being helpless to stop it, was like an invisible hand tightly gripping his heart.

The harder he jumped, the more obvious his despair became.

Fortunately, he now seems to have become a believer in that great god.

……

Li Shicheng spent the entire night in his bedroom, and perhaps because of some anticipation, he remained lucid for a long time, and his body, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, felt a little lighter.

As dawn approached, Li Shicheng got up and went out of the room. Under the surprised gaze of the maid, he prepared tea and water for washing his face, tidied himself up, and changed into a brand new set of clothes.

After drinking two more cups of wine and eating three white eggs, he felt warm in his stomach and waited early in the Kun position of the house, where water and wood meet.

Not far away was the kitchen, its blue brick walls stained with soot.

A huge water vat, with a thick cedar wood cover over its mouth, stands silently in the corner of the house.

Li Shicheng was somewhat puzzled.

Who will he encounter here at noon?

Are they celestial beings or divine messengers who descended from the heavens, sent by imperial decree?

Or was he a wise and enlightened person who was traveling through the mortal world and passing through this place?
Or perhaps a martial arts master with a past connection to the Li family?

Li Shicheng's unusual behavior attracted the attention of everyone in the mansion.

"Is the master... all better?"

"Shh, it might just be a final flicker of life before death. Don't disturb him; if you call him, his soul will be startled out of his body!"

"Alas, now that the master is gone, we have nowhere to go."

From a distance, many people were hiding behind the artificial hill, peering in this direction.

The expressions of Li Shicheng's several sons and daughters varied.

The eldest son of the Li family spoke up: "Old Zhao, has the old man's will been drawn up? Have the burial clothes and coffin been prepared? The old man has always been frugal, so just choose some inexpensive funerary objects for burial. Putting valuable ones in will attract unwanted attention."

Butler Zhao remained calm and said nothing more, only managing to squeeze out a single "hmm" through his nose.

Upon seeing this, the eldest son of the Li family had a shadow of gloom in his eyes.

As time passes, the light and shadow shift.

Li Shicheng leaned against the stone stool, feeling exhausted. He gradually closed his eyes, but found it difficult to fall asleep, trapped in a state of waking torment.

"Crash..."

Suddenly, the water surged, and a crisp sound came from hitting the tank wall.

Li Shicheng jolted awake, his eyes widening immediately. He looked up at the newcomer and exclaimed in astonishment, "..."

"Old Chen?"

Chen Shunan poured the murky water from the bucket into the water vat, clapped his hands, and said with some surprise,

"Master Li, why aren't you staying indoors? Why are you out here suffering from the wind and sun?"

"Wait... what time is it now?"

Li Shicheng's mind was in a mess. He staggered to his feet and stared intently at Chen Shunan.

"It's noon, your household is currently experiencing a severe water shortage, and Steward Zhao has asked me to deliver water to you every day..."

Chen Shunan added, "This doesn't count as blessed water; we have to charge for it."

The main reason was that Chen Shunan discovered that most of Li Shicheng's children and grandchildren were ungrateful wretches. They had benefited from Chen Shunan's good fortune but showed no gratitude whatsoever. Instead, they cursed Chen Shunan for being ungrateful and clearly looking down on people, deliberately humiliating the Li family.

The family values ​​are not good; I don't know how Li Shicheng teaches his descendants.

Chen Shunan shook his head.

"It's noon... So you, I, I..."

Mr. Li suddenly felt a dry mouth and a burning sensation in his throat. His gaze toward Chen Shunan was filled with eagerness, anticipation, and the fear of losing his hopes if they were dashed.

If the decree is correct, then Old Chen is the one who "breaks my dead end and guides me to the path of life." However, no matter how hard Master Li racked his brains, he never expected that it would be Chen Shun'an!
Chen Shunan suddenly thought of something, put down his carrying pole, walked up to Master Li, and lowered his voice.
"By the way, Master Li, I have made some improvements to the secret medicine recipe passed down from Wan Niang's ancestors, and mixed it with the sweet water of chicken head pearl to make a kind of talisman water called 'Ran Yi An Shen Shui'."

As he spoke, Chen Shunan took out a small white porcelain bottle from his pocket.

"This water has the effect of calming the mind and aiding sleep, and regulating the soul. Mr. Li, you are knowledgeable and experienced, please feel free to offer your critique and evaluation."

Li Shicheng took it, opened it, and saw that the bottle was half filled with clear, cold water.

Its shape is unremarkable.

Its aroma is slightly sweet.

"This...is it for calming the nerves and helping with sleep?"

Li Shicheng held the porcelain bottle in his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of insignificance, as if the affairs of the world were predetermined.

Having long suffered from physical and mental exhaustion, tormented by insomnia and delirium, he received the decree of 'Shangyuan Shuiyuan' last night, and today Old Chen happened to deliver this calming water to him.

What a perfect match!

The deity who did not directly manifest himself, though seemingly indifferent, manipulated the threads of destiny, interfering with cause and effect.

Li Shicheng subconsciously gripped the small white porcelain bottle in his hand. Before he could even say anything, he eagerly tilted his head back and gulped it down into his mouth.

He no longer cared about doubting the medicine's properties or whether the calming water was effective.

This was his only hope!
Then, a weariness that had been absent for many days rose in my heart.

Feeling warm all over, as if he had returned to the womb, Li Shicheng was immersed in it. He felt his eyes were as heavy as Mount Tai and he could not resist it at all.

He sat down on the stone stool and immediately fell asleep.

As if blessed by a gentle rain, a surge of warmth slowly welled up from the deepest recesses of the mind, filling the parched soul chamber.

The three elements of essence, energy, and spirit are inherently complementary and interconnected.

As his divine essence awakened, new blood gradually formed in Li Shicheng's bone marrow, advancing inch by inch along his long-withered and atrophied meridians.

Chen Shunan picked up the small white porcelain bottle, gave Li Shicheng a deep look, then rolled up his sleeves, hoisted the carrying pole to both sides, and set up the empty wooden bucket.

With light steps, she informed Steward Zhao and strode out of the Li residence.

The eldest son of the Li family, along with several third and fourth uncles, sat listlessly at the stone table in the front yard, drinking tea and eating fruit, only glancing indifferently at Chen Shunan, who was delivering water.

Not long after Chen Shunan left, snoring could be heard coming from the backyard.

At first, it was subtle and barely audible.

Gradually, like melting snow, it converges into streams, eventually becoming a mighty river, booming like thunder!

A burst of blazing heat broke through the stagnant, lifeless energy that had accumulated over the years, forming a domineering and chaotic pressure that soared into the sky!

Everyone suddenly stood up, staring in horror in the direction from which the snoring was coming.

They felt a chilling sense of oppression coming from the wall, making their blood boil and almost unable to breathe.

"This aura... is it the old man?"

"It's towards the kitchen; the old man is the only one there!"

With a swift movement, Butler Zhao vanished from his spot and headed towards the backyard.

Everyone rushed to the backyard and saw Li Shicheng half-sitting and half-lying on the stone stool, his eyes closed, fast asleep.

A faint trace of color struggled to rise to the surface of his withered face.

The bones emitted a dull popping sound.

The long-hidden, shriveled blood vessels now bulged and wriggled slightly under his skin, like green snakes coming back to life.

In particular, a powerful aura belonging to a top-tier expert gradually emanated from his body.

That's right, Li Shicheng's 'god' has returned!
"father!"

"I knew it, Dad would be alright!"

"No destruction, no construction. Father has been reborn from the ashes. Hahaha, this is a blessing for the Li family!"

Whatever their motives were before, now they can only feel excited and joyful.

So at this moment, everyone transformed into filial sons and grandsons, with tears in their eyes, and protecting Li Shicheng.

The Li family is filled with joy and happiness.

……

[One more shallow believer]

[Wish +65]

After finishing lunch at the second meat shop, Chen Shunan returned to the gravel well, covered half his face with a tattered straw hat, lay down on the waterwheel, and pretended to take a nap.

A stream of information flowed through my mind.

Seeing Chen Shun'an's appearance, the other three girls lowered their voices and walked quietly.

Liu Daoba and the others, who had originally wanted to seize the opportunity to practice their skills, also found another secluded place and quietly rolled up their sleeves.

"Old Chen is getting old and needs to take a nap. This may be my chance to catch up."

Many people share similar thoughts about Liu Daoba.

After all, although their current strength is somewhat behind Chen Shunan's, it's not hopeless. With some effort, they might still be able to catch up.

Chen Shun'an's consciousness returned to Bao Gao, and he stepped into the cramped divine palace.

He walked step by step onto the throne and sat down cross-legged.

Under his gaze, the incense stick representing Li Shicheng at his feet shifted its position, becoming closer to him.

It has become several degrees thicker, changing from the initial thickness of a willow branch to the thickness of a thumb.

(End of this chapter)