My whole family are full of geniuses, I really don't want to be a succubus!

The voice of the Qinghua Guangda Prince, who had been slapped back into his golden body by his biological father (who was not his biological father) to watch GG resurrected, came from the statue.

As the heir of the state lord, he has enjoyed the offerings of incense and rites since he became conscious, and his status is highly respected.

But as a son of a god, Qinghua Guangda Shizi was never looked at seriously by his father, nor was he ever recognized by him.

Even when he rampaged across the Forgotten River, a network of interconnected waterways within the incense-burning space, he was merely brushed aside by his father's casual remark.

As an extension of the gods, the Crown Prince of Qinghua Guangda cannot leave the territory of the Qingzhou City God.

In other words, ever since he became conscious, apart from playing on the River of Oblivion in the incense space, the esteemed Prince Qinghua Guangda has never stepped outside the territory of the Qingzhou City God.

But today, as usual, while he was swaggering on the River of Oblivion, his incense-burning body was directly cleaved in two.

How could he, as the heir of the state lord, possibly swallow such a humiliation?

After relying on the incense and prayer power he had accumulated over the years to reunite his incense body, his first action was to gather the Qingzhou Divine Generals, determined to let these few ignorant rogue cultivators taste his power!

Unexpectedly, this seemingly trivial matter alarmed his father, who, who had never been truly angry with him before, directly struck and shattered his life-saving body once again.

Although the Prince of Qinghua Guangda, as the heir of the state lord, was somewhat arrogant, he was not stupid; in fact, he was quite shrewd.

When his father attacked him without any explanation, the young master of Qinghua knew he had gotten himself into trouble he shouldn't have.

Therefore, the young master of Qinghua Guangda, who was originally able to reconstruct his incense-burning body, obediently stayed in his golden body this time, hiding his head like a quail.

When a young man in black, right before everyone's eyes, grabbed him and ran out, the young master of Qinghua Guangda felt a chill run down his spine: "Could these people really be some kind of powerful figures? Do they want to smash my golden statue and erase me, the heir of the Qingzhou lord, from their sight?"

"Could it be that even my father, the lord of Qingzhou, couldn't protect me?"

The young master of Qinghua, filled with despair, was overwhelmed with anxiety and hopelessness when his father transmitted a message to him: "Go with them. Follow the choice I gave you before and find your own path in Maple Leaf Town!"

Upon hearing his father's words, the young prince of Qinghua Guangda suddenly recalled the only time many years ago when his father took the initiative to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

My father once asked himself, "Should I choose extinction or freedom?"

Upon hearing this, the young prince of Qinghua Guangda chose freedom without hesitation.

From the moment I became conscious, I was trapped in the City God's Palace. Even though I was revered by countless gods, I was like a canary trapped in a jewel-encrusted cage.

I listened to the countless interesting stories told by the City Gods who came and went, and I longed to see them, but I never had the chance to go and see them.

Therefore, when he had a choice, Prince Qinghua immediately chose freedom.

Seemingly anticipating that he would choose freedom, his father did not speak, but gave him a meaningful look and said nothing more.

After making the choice, Prince Qinghua Guang's life did not change much. In fact, Prince Qinghua Guang thought it was just a simple heart-to-heart talk between father and son.

But when he actually faced his choice, the young prince of Qinghua felt not excitement, but fear.

The imagined freedom and beauty of that time transformed into unknown fear, which directly engulfed the young master of Qinghua Guangda.

Until his golden body was tossed around like a sandbag, and finally landed in the hands of the boy who had amazed him at first sight.

The young master of Qinghua felt inexplicably at ease: "Such a beautiful person wouldn't lie to me, would she?"

Only when that pair of peach blossom eyes ran out of Luohua City cursing and panting against a big tree did the usually domineering Prince Qinghua Guangda speak up with a sarcastic remark, trying to get the other party's attention.

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the young master of Qinghua Guangda regretted them.

Just like when boys are young, they might do silly things in front of their crush, deliberately provoking her and making her angry.

Then, seeing the other person's exasperated and tearful appearance, you feel a pang of sympathy.

But when the boy raised his own golden statue and faced those peach blossom eyes directly, the Prince of Qinghua realized how terribly wrong he had been.

The other party was not angry at his words; instead, he began to examine his golden statue.

"What is this drawing? It's not imposing at all, it looks like a pretty boy!"

"Deities should be majestic and imposing; looking like this doesn't seem like they're from a good sect!"

"I'll help you out of consideration for your employer!"

Faced with the mockery of the young master of Qinghua Guangda, Su Yi held up the statue and looked at it. Seeing the statue's delicate and tender appearance, he immediately had a way to retaliate!

He took out a calligraphy brush from his storage bag and began his performance with flowing, elegant strokes.

Back in my school days, whenever new books were handed out, I would do some reworking of all the illustrated characters in them.

Adding stockings to men and glasses to women are basic procedures.

The most impressive thing is to give a second major overhaul to a bust, make Newton drive a tank, or make Du Fu take a selfie; that's the pinnacle of showcasing one's painting skills.

He performed a series of operations on the golden statue of Prince Qinghua Guangda, and the originally delicate statue of Prince Qinghua Guangda was given a large beard and a five-pointed star was drawn between his eyebrows.

Just as Su Yi was about to draw on big, bright eyes and add blush, the statue in front of him reached out and grabbed the pen tip Su Yi offered: "Brother, aren't you going a bit too far!"

"Hey, you can control this piece of wood?" Su Yi asked in surprise, looking at the young master of Qinghua Guangda who was holding the other end of the brush.

The eldest son of Qinghua glared angrily at Su Yi and shouted, "This is my golden body, I can naturally control it. How dare you blaspheme against the gods! My father is the governor of Qingzhou..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yi interrupted the young master of Qinghua Guangda, saying, "Since you can walk by yourself, you should know the way well, right? Then you go by yourself, we'll go back and report!"

Upon hearing this, the young prince of Qinghua Guangda felt a wave of dizziness. Now that he had broken away from the City God and had created two incense bodies in succession, the incense power within his golden body was almost depleted.

If he were to be encountered by some wild mountain spirit, he would be no different from Tang Sanzang's flesh, possessing only the power of incense offerings. To those wandering evil gods, he would be as nourishing as roasted kidneys.

If the physical body is destroyed, it can be rebuilt with incense, but if the golden body is destroyed, then it's truly dead!

Seeing Su Yi about to leave, the Crown Prince of Qinghua finally abandoned his pride as a divine son, grabbed Su Yi's leg, and cried out:

"Brother, I was wrong, brother, don't leave me!"