My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

The local earth god held the spiked club in both hands, his face turning red, before he could barely lift it:

"Look, sir! This object weighs 108,000 jin and is the weapon of a rhinoceros demon."

That rhinoceros demon used to roam the area unchallenged, and it took the little god a great deal of effort to subdue it.

This spiked club is its personal weapon; the little god has kept it until now, and no one has been able to lift it.

As it spoke, it put the spiked club on the ground.

"Bang--!"

The ground shook three times, and some of the blue bricks cracked slightly. This was the divine domain of the Earth God, and the bricks and stones had been strengthened by divine power.

The local earth god took a breath and looked at Ye Qingfeng:

"Would any expert like to give it a try?"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the spiked club, stood up, and walked over.

He walked up to the spiked club, looked down at it, and then reached out—

With one hand, grasp the shaft and lift it gently.

He lifted that 108,000-pound spiked club as easily as lifting an ordinary wooden stick.

The Earth God's eyes widened in disbelief.

It stared with its mouth agape as Ye Qingfeng hefted the spiked club in his hand, even casually swinging it a couple of times, creating a whooshing sound, before gently placing it back on the ground.

"Bang--!"

Three more earthquakes, and another huge crater.

Ye Qingfeng clapped his hands and said calmly:

"Too light."

The Earth God's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

It's quite heavy?

108,000 jin, and all you say is "too light"?

Looking into Ye Qingfeng's still calm eyes, it suddenly realized that all the skills it had been so proud of for the past hundred years were utterly insignificant in front of this master.

It swallowed hard, and a more humble smile spread across its face:

"Wow... such incredible power! I'm in awe!"

Ye Qingfeng ignored its flattery and walked to the third box to look at its contents.

A broken sword, rusted and scarred.

A broken jade slip with indistinct runes engraved on it.

A bead the size of a fist, with something seemingly moving inside.

He looked at it once, then again, and finally shook his head.

The local earth god's heart leaped into his throat:

"A master...didn't find anyone they liked?"

Ye Qingfeng nodded:

"These are all good things. But I have no use for them."

The local earth god was stunned.

Looking at the treasures it had painstakingly collected over the past century, it felt a mix of emotions.

Not needed?

Does it mean you don't like it?

It felt a pang of bitterness in its heart, but dared not show any dissatisfaction, and could only force a smile and say:

"The master has a broad vision, I understand, I understand..."

Ye Qingfeng looked at its cautious appearance and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it put the local earth god at ease.

"However," Ye Qingfeng said, "since you say that I am a guest, then I will dare to make a small request."

The local earth god hurriedly said:

"Please speak, sir! If it's something I can do, I'll do it without hesitation!"

Ye Qingfeng pointed to the spiritual fruits and fine wines on the table:

"Could you please feed this humble monk?"

The local earth god was stunned.

It looked at Ye Qingfeng, then at the spiritual fruits, and didn't react for a moment.

Are you full?

That's it?

Is that all you're asking for?

It paused for a few moments, then suddenly came to its senses, and a smile instantly bloomed on its face, ten times more genuine than ever before:

"Yes! Of course! What would you like to eat, sir? Just say the word! I may not have much else, but I'll give you plenty of these spiritual fruits and fine wines!"

It clapped its hands repeatedly and shouted towards the back hall:

"Quick! Bring out all the best spiritual fruits from the storeroom! And that jar of wine that's been buried for two hundred years, bring it out too!"

Several more paper figures floated out, this time carrying even more, filling an entire table.

The local earth god diligently poured Ye Qingfeng a full glass of wine and then personally peeled open a spiritual fruit and handed it to him.

"Master, try this! It's a century-old red fruit; eating it can prolong your life!"

Ye Qingfeng took it, took a bite, and nodded:

"good."

The local earth god smiled so hard his eyes narrowed.

Watching Ye Qingfeng eat those spiritual fruits one bite at a time, it finally felt completely at ease.

This Taoist priest, although incredibly skilled, is easy to get along with.

Unlike those self-important cultivators who always put on airs.

It poured Ye Qingfeng a full glass of wine, then filled its own, and raised its glass:

"Come, sir, let me offer you another toast! To you... to you..."

It thought for a moment, but couldn't think of any words, so it could only say:

Enjoy your meal!

Ye Qingfeng picked up her glass, clinked it against his, and smiled slightly.

Outside the temple, the rain was still falling.

Inside the temple, the aroma of wine and fruit filled the air, and a warm and inviting atmosphere prevailed.

Plates of spiritual fruits were served one after another.

Ye Qingfeng ate at a leisurely pace, but he never stopped.

Those fist-sized red fruits, ginseng whiskers as thick as a baby's arm, and crystal-clear lingzhi mushrooms were like ordinary snacks in his hands. He ate them one by one with great relish.

The local earth god sat opposite him, his smile shifting from genuine to forced, and finally to stiff.

It watched as the mountain of spiritual fruits disappeared at a visible speed, its heart bleeding.

These are all its accumulated wealth over the past century.

That red fruit ripens once every three hundred years, and it had collected fifty of them.

That ginseng, five hundred years old, there are only three of them in total.

That lingzhi mushroom was snatched from a lingzhi spirit, and it couldn't bear to eat it, so it kept it for thirty years.

Now it's all gone into this master's stomach.

The local earth god picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and secretly glanced at Ye Qingfeng.

The man ate with complete focus and a calm expression, showing no sign of anything unusual.

But those eyes, when they occasionally swept over, always made it feel uneasy.

Another incense stick's time passed.

Ye Qingfeng picked up the last spiritual fruit, took a bite, chewed it, and swallowed it.

He lowered his hand, looked at the empty table, and then looked at the local earth god.

The local earth god froze under his gaze and quickly forced a smile, saying:

"Master...have you finished eating?"

Ye Qingfeng remained silent.

He simply stared at the local earth god, his gaze as calm as a stagnant pool.

The local earth god's heart skipped a beat.

It swallowed hard and said again:

"How about... I send someone to look again? There are some wild fruits in the mountains outside, though they're not as good as these, but they're still..."

Ye Qingfeng suddenly spoke:

"That's it?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spine of the local earth god.

It opened its mouth as if to say there was more, but the warehouse was truly empty.

All the spiritual fruits that it had painstakingly accumulated over the past hundred years were eaten up by this master.

"There's... there's still a little..." it said, forcing itself to speak, "It just needs some time..."

Ye Qingfeng frowned slightly.

The slight furrow in his brow, though barely a movement, seemed to lower the temperature of the entire temple.

"Does it take time?"

His voice remained calm, but a hint of coldness had crept into that calmness.

The local earth god hurriedly said:

"Please wait a moment, sir! I'll send someone to find it right away!"

It called out towards the door:

"Someone! Quickly go to the mountains and find as many spiritual fruits as possible!"

Several ghostly soldiers accepted the order and turned to leave.