I add points to Indian martial arts.

Ganka didn't know; all he knew was that he was terrified, feeling as if a thousand vultures were tearing at his chest. He thought that the goddess Brahma had descended from the summit of the holy mountain to the small temple in this village.

Her figure was like a phantom that had stepped out of the temple murals. Ganka's knees went weak and he almost prostrated himself in worship, but he froze the moment his forehead touched the cold earth.

As he realized, he suddenly discovered that he could not sense any vital energy or blood in Niveti's body.

On that day, when the King ascended to the capital, the goddess Brahma descended, her aura as vast as the sun in the sky. As she walked, many wondrous phenomena appeared behind her: fairies playing the zither, celestial maidens scattering flowers, immortals embracing elephants, and trees rising from the Brahma Sea...

Ganka knew that only great Brahma practitioners who had achieved supernatural powers would be accompanied by extraordinary phenomena when walking in the human world, and that the goddess was a great supernatural being.

Therefore, Niveti and Brahma are not the same person; they just have the same facial features.

Moreover, the two women have very different temperaments; Niveti does not possess the holy aura of Brahma, which is like a god loving the world.

But why do Nivea's features look exactly like Brahma's? Is it a coincidence, or...?

Ganka had many psychological speculations at the time, but in the end, all of these speculations turned into a twisted desire.

All he knew was that Niveti and Brahma looked exactly alike, regardless of their relationship.

He wondered if he had desecrated Niveti, wouldn't that be the same as desecrating that noble, goddess-like woman high in the heavens, the goddess Brahma?

Who is he? The most insignificant being in the world, a mediocre Vaishya ascetic with only ten villages under his control and a few dozen soldiers. His world is nothing more than dusty paths and dilapidated shrines.

And what about the goddess Brahma? Even the most powerful figures in the capital, whose words could decide the life and death of millions, had to humbly bow their heads before her.

Ten years ago, Ganka remembered hearing a piece of news about Brahma. He heard that the Peacock King had proposed to Brahma but was rejected.

Who was the Peacock King? He was a supreme monarch who truly ruled over a vast territory in the core region of this continent. He ruled over dozens of states, with a territory spanning thousands of miles and a population of over one hundred million.

Ganka had also heard a bard sing of that scene in the marketplace: the peacock king's magnificent procession outside the Magu Palace, where the goddess resided, looked as humble as beggars waiting for alms.

Yes, even if the Peacock King was rejected by the Goddess Brahma, he dared not do anything, because the Goddess Brahma herself possessed more power than the Peacock King.

Otherwise, how could she be called the most noble woman in the world?

A woman with the title "Brahma" preceding her name and followed by "Goddess" must have an unimaginably powerful background.

Even a peerless figure like the Peacock King could not win the heart of the Brahma goddess.

If Taganka obtains Niveti, who has the exact same facial features as Brahma, does that mean he has surpassed the Peacock King in some way?

"Ha! One is a supreme monarch, whose subjects are as numerous as grains of sand in the Ganges, possessing the most noble Brahmin blood. Do I, Ganka, think I can surpass such a man?"

Such a monarch, who holds the sun—a vast territory and the bloodline of the supreme Brahmins—could not reach the divine moon...

But Taghanka, this worm in the soil, might have a woman with the same face as her.

Ganka walked out of the temple completely, heading towards the direction of the morning sun. The sunlight shone on his face, but the smile on his face was twisted like a maggot.

……

Late at night, in a dimly lit room, a ceramic lamp was lit, and Li Wei sat under it, lost in thought.

He was thinking about tomorrow, about his duel with Piro.

In any case, tomorrow might be the first time he has killed someone in both his lives, so he naturally needs to calmly prepare himself mentally before the big battle.

"Killing Piro shouldn't be a problem. With my strength, as long as I'm careful, defeating him shouldn't be difficult." Li Wei calculated for a moment. His elephant strength was higher than Piro's, and his martial arts were even forbidden techniques passed down in his family. Tomorrow was the Torch Festival, so he could fight Piro one-on-one, and Piro's subordinates and soldiers couldn't participate.

If he still can't kill Piro, then he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

"After killing Piro, my strength will undergo a transformation." Li Wei thought about the advantages and disadvantages of killing Piro tomorrow. The advantage was naturally that he would obtain Piro's twelve villages, and that much faith power would be enough for him to complete the Vanpi, but the disadvantages were also obvious.

The appearance of a powerful and promising Brahmin in a remote village will naturally attract the attention of some Brahmin Kshatriyas in the surrounding area, which may bring him some additional danger.

There's no way around it; that's just how the world is. People fight for territory, build temples, and vie for faith. Li Wei can't just lie low forever. As soon as he makes a move, it will attract the attention and vigilance of others.

Regardless, he will take his first step into this world tomorrow.

"Just wait and see what tomorrow brings." Late at night, Li Wei blew out the ceramic lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness. He lay on his bed, peacefully awaiting the arrival of tomorrow.

……

"Napuri, my beauty, just wait and see what the show will be like tonight!"

On the third day, the Torch Festival arrived, marking the start of its grandest day.

Early in the morning, Piro was in his room telling his newlywed wife, Naprii, with great pride that he would defeat and humiliate a Brahmin in front of thousands of people that night, and then kill him.

Napri listened with excitement and fervor. She didn't care that Piro was about to kill a Brahmin; she only cared that Piro was about to humiliate Suleisa's husband in front of thousands of people tonight.

A man is a woman's second face. Napuli trembled with excitement at the thought of tonight's scene. In front of so many people, Suleisa's husband would be easily defeated and humiliated by her own husband, Piro. She couldn't wait to see Suleisa's face then, to see how arrogant she could remain!

Soon, the evening of the third day arrived, and men and women from all the surrounding villages gathered at the Lakshmi Temple with excitement, where they would bring the Torch Festival to its most lively peak that night in the temple square.

At this moment, the positions of the people in the square were also carefully arranged. At the very front and center were Ganka and Piro. They were in the very center, with Piro even standing slightly forward, after all, he had the upper hand this year.

Further back are the local wealthy merchants like Lakavisa. In the past, Lakavisa was the center of the local wealthy merchants, but this year is a little different. Visha is in high spirits, and all the merchants around him are currying favor with him because everyone knows that Visha has married his daughter Napri to Piro and has control over the Blackstone Mine.

People are driven by practical interests, and everyone knows that in the near future, Visa will replace Rakka as the wealthiest businessman in the area, so Rakka's place seems a bit deserted.

On the right side of the square stood the wealthy women, with Naples standing smugly in the center of the crowd. She would occasionally glance at Suleisa at the edge of the crowd with ill intent. She was somewhat impatient for the evening to fully descend, because Piro had said that when the evening was fully descended, he would challenge Levi when he raised the branch of the sacred fire.

"Sister, the place where Naples stands should be yours. You should be the center of the crowd, the object of everyone's flattery. Naples's beauty is not even one ten-thousandth of yours." But somehow, Shaha had moved to stand next to his sister, Suleza. He pointed to the very center of the square, "See? Only the strongest man can stand in the very center. Piro is about to raise the sacred torch branch; he is the most powerful man here. What Levi can't give you, Piro can. You…"

Surisa remained expressionless. She interrupted her brother directly, saying sarcastically, "I think you look quite handsome in a sari, brother. Tonight, brother, sacrifice yourself for the Moyate family and serve Piro."

"You!" Shaha glared at his sister.

On the other side, Laka and Visa had a brief conversation.

"Old friend, sometimes, a person's choices really matter. Who would have thought that the wealth of the Moyate family would one day be surpassed by my Hamo family? When I was young, I was not as good as you, but now that you're old, your choices are not as good as mine." Vesa was a middle-aged man who looked extremely shrewd, looking at Laka with a smug smile.

Laka snorted coldly and didn't say anything. He was indeed treated rather coldly in the crowd tonight. He had underestimated people's pragmatism. However, he didn't regret his choice. One can't have it all.

"Cheers! A toast to the Hamo family's wealth and glory soon surpassing that of the Moyat family." Vesa was somewhat aggressive as he held two copper cups filled with wine and handed one to Laka.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?" Raka asked coldly.

"No, I'm just buying you a drink." Vesa laughed heartily, with an indescribable smugness.

"Mr. Vessa." Vessa's smile froze, because before him, a handsome young man, smiling, had taken the bronze cup from his hand, drank the wine in one gulp, and then smiled at him, saying:

"Mr. Vesa, I assure you that what you said will never happen. The wealth of the Hamo family will never surpass that of the Moyat family, and the gap will only widen. In the future, they will only be able to look up to them. In fact, if you live a long life, you may even see some Brahmins and Kshatriyas revering the name Moyat."

"That's simply because of my existence; I never let those who choose me down," Li Wei said with a smile.