I add points to Indian martial arts.

Indeed, one must learn self-discipline.

After leaving Niveti's room, Levi stood silently in the quiet corridor, reflecting on his somewhat outrageous behavior and his flippant remark at the end.

He shouldn't have spoken like that to Suleisa's teacher, a virtuous and respected middle-aged goddess attendant.

He thought that the reason he did what he did was because he had become arrogant. He felt that he had become the strongest person in this area, and his desires had been magnified. He felt that he was entitled to do some things without restraint.

"Livi, Livi, you must learn self-discipline, otherwise when you become the strongest in Napur, won't you become a tyrant? Then the fisherwomen of Kerala, the golden-armored female warriors of the North, the gentle peasant girls of the South Valley, will you really be like a tyrant who can't control his desires and indulges in women all day long!?" Livi strongly criticized himself, and then his mind uncontrollably imagined the scene from earlier.

The thought of the goddess servant, who was seen as dignified, unapproachable, and aloof by others, lying in his arms, filled him with a sense of excitement.

"Forget it, humans are creatures driven by desires, don't overthink it." Li Wei waved his somewhat oversized sleeves, then turned and glanced at Niveti's room.

"Hasn't Suleiman arrived yet?"

……

Ganka walked out of the temple, still carrying the Bansuri flute he had just used to play the love song "The Golden Fruit Tree of Moma" in his arms; he was actually in a good mood.

Although Niveti remained indifferent to him today and didn't even see him, there was progress; Niveti spoke to him more today than he had in the entire past year.

Moreover, while he was playing, Niveti didn't leave; he just stood at the door and listened quietly.

He could feel Niveti's heartbeat quickening and his breathing becoming heavier from time to time. Ganka thought that Niveti must have been infected by the emotions conveyed by his music.

Perhaps while he was playing the music, Niveti was already moved to tears in her room, but because Niveti had already dedicated herself to the celestial maiden, she could only refuse him, and he understood.

Moreover, Ganka recalled that after he finished playing the piece, he asked Niveti if it sounded good, but he didn't expect to get a reply from Niveti because the room had been completely silent.

But unexpectedly, with a sudden snap, Nivetty blurted out "That sounds nice!" in a flustered manner.

Although he didn't know why Niveti was flustered, that kind of nice comment was a compliment to him.

Ganka felt greatly encouraged. If given another six months, he would definitely practice more pieces and come back to play them for Niveti.

Ganka was unaware of Li Wei's presence in the room, because Li Wei's strength had now surpassed Ganka's, and Li Wei was concealing his breathing and heartbeat within the room.

"Niveti, no matter how long it takes, I will have you, because no one knows just how noble your status is in this world!"

Just as he was about to leave the square completely, Ganka glanced back. The afterglow of the rising sun shone on his somewhat gentle face. His eyes, gazing in the direction of the temple, held a deep love and a morbid, twisted longing hidden deep within.

He was originally a gentle figure, but now, under the morning sun, deep in his eyes, it seemed as if a morbid and twisted demon was lurking.

There was something different hidden in his eyes.

No one knows why Ganka is so infatuated with Niveti. He is a true ascetic, a vegetarian, honing his martial arts skills every day, abstaining from women, and even living in a simple house. For nearly twenty years, he has remained the same. It does seem strange and abrupt that such a person would be so obsessed with pursuing a woman.

But Ganka actually knew why he was so infatuated with Niveti: he knew Niveti's secret, and perhaps he was the only one in the world who knew this secret. This gave him a twisted pleasure in being able to fool the most noble person in the world.

"Is she the same person?"

Ganka closed his eyes, recalling the scene from more than twenty years ago when he first came into contact with this secret.

More than 20 years ago, Ganka was a teenager. At that time, he had a wonderful encounter and was taken in by a passing elder who took him to the Buddhist temple in the capital for ascetic practice.

This is also why his body is no different from that of a normal person; his body is not dehumanized like that of Piro and Tebaha.

This is related to the fact that Ganka received a more orthodox and advanced ascetic practice within the Brahmanical community.

The Brahma Temple in the capital city brought together outstanding young talents from the entire state of Napur and the seven surrounding princely states. These young talents were selected from tens of millions of outstanding Vaishya Shudra ascetic youths.

Napur is a large state with a population of nearly 20 million. Adding the seven smaller surrounding states, the total population is 30 to 40 million. The fact that so many outstanding young people were selected to enter the Buddhist community demonstrates the intense competition within the Buddhist community in the capital.

After three years of arduous training, Ganka's performance in the Brahma Sect was mediocre, ranking at the very bottom. In the third year, he failed the year-end exam, and the elders of the Brahma Sect informed him that he had been eliminated. With a bitter smile, he could only pack his bags and return to his hometown village.

But just as he was packing his bags and preparing to leave the capital in despair, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The capital city was in an uproar, with many rarely seen dignitaries emerging: the royal family, the ancient Brahmin nobles, the Saint Bal family, the Mashta family, and even the sect leader of Ganka, whom they worshipped as a god within the Brahmanical community.

He saw these important figures standing respectfully on the city walls of the capital, as if welcoming someone's arrival.

He was also ordered by the soldiers at the city gate not to leave the city, but to kneel on the ground to welcome the arrival of that distinguished person.

"Important figures?" In his mind, the head of the Brahma Sect, the royal family of the capital, and the Brahmin nobles were already figures he had to look up to, like gods, like the sun. These people could decide the life and death of tens of millions of people around them with a single glance. Was there anyone in the world more noble than these people?

He knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to even lift his head.

He overheard the people around him saying that the people in the capital were welcoming the arrival of the goddess Brahma.

"The Goddess of Brahma?" Upon hearing this, Ganka was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a scene he would never forget. Seven enormous golden chariots floated in from afar from the magnificent royal city wall. Groups of golden-armored soldiers rode strange beasts to guard the chariots. Finally, a girl stepped out from under the central golden chariot. After she appeared, the important figures standing on the city wall all bowed respectfully. The girl's features were beautiful and delicate, but what was most special was her temperament, as holy as a god, yet with the gentleness of a god loving the world.

She was draped in a pristine white sari, her figure graceful, her whole being radiating a sacred, cool, and pure glow like moonlight.

Her lips always curved into a gentle smile. When she saw people kneeling in the capital, she would gently tell them to get up, as if she were a benevolent embodiment of a god on earth.

Several hours later, Ganka was allowed to leave the city, and after a month-long journey, he returned home.

However, during his visit to the Lakshmi Temple to pray for blessings, he saw Niveti, a young girl recently adopted by the previous generation of priests.

At that moment, he was stunned, because Niveti's features were exactly the same as those of the Goddess of Burning Heaven who had appeared in the capital.

The only difference is that Niveti has a cold and expressionless demeanor.

The Brahma goddess was as holy, noble, and inviolable as a deity, and a holy smile of divine love for humanity often graced her lips.

These two are like two divine statues carved from the same piece of mutton-fat jade by the most skilled craftsman. The only difference is their temperament. One is a compassionate and smiling incarnation of a god above the clouds, radiant with light, while the other is a cold and self-possessed mortal servant in the mire, calm and still as a well.

Is it possible for two women in this world to look exactly alike?