A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The stalagmites above my head and the dripping dew all carried an unsettling warmth.

The hot air made the Deer-Headed Demon feel the crisis.

However, the green mountain blocked the entrance and exit, and if it could not be removed, no one could leave unless they had the ability to walk through walls.

Finally, a ball of flame burst out.

Although the high temperature of over one thousand degrees cannot melt steel, it is beyond the resistance of plants.

A black road of ashes was forcibly opened in the green mountains.

Thomas emerged from the ashes, looking extremely disheveled.

Most of his clothes were burned and in tatters, and every inch of his body was covered with thick wood ash.

He wanted to walk out of Green Mountain, but the charred branches in front of him were like a cage, blocking his way.

Thomas casually released a stream of flame, sprinkling it over the carbonized branches. In the face of temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees, the wood was vulnerable and instantly turned from charcoal to ash, falling harmlessly to the ground.

"You...you actually have the ability to control fire?" On the other side, the deer-headed demon was shocked.

The flames that Thomas had just created appeared out of thin air and sprayed out directly in front of him.

There is no casting steps, it is sprayed out directly.

This is the power of Fire.

Although Thomas could not transform himself into an element like the high priest and gain the power to control fire infinitely, it was not difficult for him to spit out high-temperature flames.

"To be honest... I really don't want to use this trick!" Thomas said gritting his teeth.

Fire is not something that can be easily controlled, so it is easy to accidentally hurt yourself.

Even though he had enough divine power, the pain on his skin was real.

And the pain will linger for a while...so even though the body has actually recovered, the burning pain is still felt in the nerves.

It hurts! And it’s an infuriating pain.

There was no mirror, but even if I guessed, I could tell that I looked like a demon crawling out of a fiery hell.

He began to move towards the other person step by step.

Thomas knew that the other party probably had no cards left.

Because the Deer-Headed Demon no longer made that giggling sound. In fact, its voice no longer had the calmness and composure it had before. Instead, it contained a hint of trembling due to fear.

Its trump card is plant control.

If Thomas fights with a sword or magic, then the situation is unsolvable.

But Thomas had fire, and the plants were just controlled by fire.

"Wait, wait, wait... my dear friend..." the Deer-Headed Demon said quickly. "I was wrong. I apologize. I admit defeat! We can talk it over..."

"What are you talking about?" Thomas paused, sneering. "About your scheming in a fair trade? Trading a cursed natural crystal for my precious treasure? Where's my golden apple?! Where's my God's Ashes?"

His voice turned fierce.

"Over there...over there...I planted it for you!" the Deer-Headed Spirit said quickly. "A brand new apple tree!"

Thomas looked in the direction the other person pointed, and saw an inconspicuous sapling in the corner.

Although it is small, inconspicuous, and easy to be overlooked, in the gray world, it is indeed a plant that exudes magical aura.

Thomas hadn't had the magic eyepatch long, but he had traveled quite a bit. This was his first time seeing a magical plant.

Not magic items, but living plants!

"You planted it in a cave?"

"Oh, magical plants don't really need sunlight. The real key is water and nutrients. It's just that the nutrients they need are very demanding," the deer-headed spirit said. "Only divine power is its best nourishment."

"So you... those ashes of gods?" Thomas understood instantly.

It turns out that the ashes of the gods are the best fertilizer for the golden apples.

What the Deer-Headed Demon said just now, "a fool begging with a golden bowl", although a bit harsh, is indeed true.

Damn it, the most important things are in my hands, but I don’t know how to use them!

"Yes!" said the Deer-Headed Spirit. "There's a bit of skill involved in growing it, though. Once it's planted and given enough time, it will slowly gather magical energy and grow into fruit. A hundred years—just a hundred years! Of course, with more fertilizer, the growth rate would be even faster."

I see…Thomas began to understand.

The golden apple was able to help the damaged godhead to gather divine power... Could this be the reason?

Some things are like a layer of window paper, which you can never imagine before you break it. But once you break it, countless inspirations will emerge immediately.

"That's not enough!" Thomas looked at the Deer-Headed Demon. "This was originally mine!"

The Deer-Headed Demon's body is too fat and it doesn't look like it has any close combat ability.

But if you say that it has no resistance at all now and can only get whatever it wants... that is impossible.

So the Deer-Headed Demon must be pretending.

Because in Thomas's spiritual field, he had already noticed that the stalagmite above his head was shaking.

The Deer-Headed Demon was stalling for time, seemingly intending to use the stalagmite above its head for a surprise attack.

Thomas decided to play along.

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are they still playing Liao Zhai?

Chapter 287 Deer Head Spirit 8

"I still have some money!" said the Deer-Headed Spirit. "Some gold coins!"

"Where?" Thomas couldn't see any place to hide the gold coins.

"Not here, on the other side, in a small cave," the deer-headed spirit said. "After you go out, there's a broken wooden stake on the right... It looks like a stake, but there's actually a hollow underneath. I hid the money there. A lot of it, hundreds of thousands of florins, according to your calculations."

As it kept talking, the stalagmite above its head shook more and more violently, as if it would fall down at any time.

"Not enough!" Thomas took another step towards the other party.

"My dear friend, you are a little too greedy," said the Deer-Headed Demon. "This is already a very sincere apology!"

"No, that's not enough!" Thomas took another threatening step and shook his magic sword.

Although it had just experienced a battle, there was actually not a speck of blood or ash on the magic sword.

The bright sword light carried the chill of death.

"I apologize, but that's just because I felt it wasn't necessary to go to the last step. Your endless greed will only lead to the worst consequences!"

"Ha, what are the consequences? Why not tell me and let me know."

"For example, this!" The deer-headed demon raised his hand and pointed at Thomas.

At this moment, Thomas felt an indescribable fear.

It was like the panic I felt when I first dived in the ocean in a previous life. Even though the diving instructor was right beside me and my mind told me I was safe, I still instinctively struggled, not wanting to go in the water.

At this moment, he was not afraid of the deer-headed demon in front of him, nor was he afraid of the shaking stalagmite above his head. He was just simply afraid for no reason, and his heart was gripped by an uncontrollable fear.

But his mind was still functioning and he could think about what had happened.

Is it some kind of innate magic of the deer-headed spirit?

The terrifying magic... should be similar to the effect of the terror spell, but the Deer-Headed Spirit obviously does not need any preparation for casting the spell and can use it directly.

Thomas felt his fingers twitching and he could barely hold the sword.

Intellectually, he knew the fear was a magical effect, something he could resist. But practically, this didn't help him resist the effects of the fear. Thomas's gut convulsed, his hair stood on end. His entire body went cold, and his breathing became slow and stagnant.

Although he knew there was a danger of falling from the stalagmites above his head, he couldn't spare much attention to it. He could only try to avoid being directly under the stalagmites.

If he had not been a practitioner of the Steel Soul mysticism, Thomas believed he would have collapsed under the overwhelming fear.

But one of the effects of the Steel Soul Secret Art is that it allows Thomas's mental strength to reach the limits of human beings.

This level of fear was not enough to defeat Thomas's mind.

Of course, strictly speaking, it is not very far from that level.

"So..." He squeezed out a word through gritted teeth. "You can scare people?"

"It's more than that, dear friend," said the Deer-Headed Spirit.

He reached out and grabbed the pair of deer antlers not far from him - the pair that the deer-headed spirit claimed had fallen off, and held it in his hands.

The next moment, an overwhelming fear filled Thomas' heart, like a drowning man suddenly choking on water while struggling.

In an instant, this indescribable force overwhelmed all the judgment and thinking abilities that Thomas had managed to maintain.

His body froze, unable to move, with all sorts of fantasies spreading uncontrollably in his mind.

"I can strike terror into all animals—even intelligent ones!"

"Besides, even intelligent creatures can die from fear!"

But Thomas couldn't hear anymore. His mind was torn from his body by fear. He couldn't think anymore. And his heart was tightening uncontrollably... literally.

Tighter and tighter until it exceeds a certain limit.

The stalagmites from the sky fell, landing on the half-burned Green Mountain without even making a sound.

"I knew from the beginning that you possessed telepathic abilities," the Deer-Headed Demon said with a smile. "So I simply let it dangle to attract your attention. You see, while I can induce fear, truly inducing extreme terror... to the point of lethality, requires considerable preparation. So, you see, the reason for your failure is that you were too cautious."

"Being cautious is a great quality, but sometimes it can also be a fatal mistake. If you hadn't done anything at the beginning and just rushed over to kill me, I wouldn't have been able to say anything."

The deer-headed spirit said with a smile.

It watched Thomas fall with satisfaction before stopping its own strength.

When extremely frightened, humans can indeed be frightened to death - this is something that has been proven by countless practices throughout history, both in China and abroad.

As for the source of this panic, it really doesn't matter.

Thomas was no longer moving, and even if he wasn't dead, he was unconscious from suffocation.

Now it had plenty of time to slowly deal with Thomas. It put down the antlers in its hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and then a vine separated from the green mountain and wrapped around Thomas's body, which was unable to move.

"So... you really are disabled!" Thomas said suddenly. He then sat up, swung his sword, and cut through the vines.

The Deer-Headed Demon was already bloated and fat, but only now could Thomas truly confirm that this guy really had no physical fighting power.

Otherwise, he would have dealt with Thomas himself, or at least delivered the final blow, instead of manipulating the vines.

"You...what are you doing..." The Deer-Headed Demon was really shocked this time.

"Do you know why people get scared to death? It's because when frightened, the nerves become so tense that they become disordered, leading to excessive secretion of adrenaline, which ultimately causes the heart to overcontract. The myocardial cells, overwhelmed by the stress, suffer from ischemia and hypoxia, which then lead to bleeding and necrosis, causing heart failure and sudden death. If the frightened person suffers from diseases like myocarditis or coronary heart disease, they are more likely to die suddenly... Forget it, even if I explain it this way, you still don't understand, right?"

Thomas climbed up from the ground, leaning on his sword.

If it is a minor injury, it is fine, but if it is a dangerous injury or disease, the damaged divine nature will automatically consume divine power to repair his body.

Moreover, this kind of repair is supernatural and unreasonable, and even ignores basic laws of the world such as the law of conservation of energy and matter.

Therefore, let alone ordinary diseases and injuries, even the supposedly unsolvable injuries such as hunger, dehydration, and nutritional imbalance can restore the damaged divine nature.

The only thing Thomas was unsure about now was whether his damaged divine nature could be repaired if he suffered injuries such as beheading or bisection.

Of course, despite his uncertainty, Thomas never thought about actually giving it a try.

The so-called death from fright is ultimately just a heart attack.

You can scare him, but you can't scare him to death.

The damaged godhead will not allow it.

Not to mention that now, Thomas has no shortage of divine power.

Not to mention scaring him to death once, even if you scare him to death a thousand times, your damaged divine nature can still save him.

He looked up at the Deer-Headed Spirit.

This time, the deer-headed demon's eyes revealed a genuine look of panic.

"By the way, your opponent this time is not me!" said Thomas.

In the magical vision, the blue light around has become more and more obvious.