Chapter 10 The Willow God is nothing! You might as well convert to the Angel God with me
"This is..."
Ju Douluo looked at Shi Yunfeng.
"Oh, this is the meat of the ferocious beast we hunted a few days ago."
Shi Yunfeng said with a smile, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's lips twitched slightly.
He suppressed his shock and asked casually:
"Village Chief Shi, it seems that your village has no cultivators, yet you are able to survive peacefully in the wilderness. It is truly admirable."
Shi Yunfeng chuckled and waved his hand.
"Oh, not at all. We just live off the land and have been lucky."
"but..."
He changed the subject, looking at the charred willow tree at the village entrance, his eyes revealing piety.
"If we're talking about protection, our village is indeed protected by the gods."
"Gods?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart stirred.
They've arrived.
One of the purposes of his trip was to preach.
If this village has a god, that would be even better—either we can incorporate them or we can destroy them.
Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, "May I ask which god your village worships?"
Shi Yunfeng did not answer directly, but stood up and bowed in the direction of the willow tree.
Other villagers also stood up, their faces filled with piety.
"That is our sacrificial spirit, the Willow Goddess."
Shi Yunfeng said solemnly.
"Willow Goddess?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo followed his gaze.
At the village entrance, the charred willow tree stands silently, its trunk thick but entirely blackened, as if struck by lightning countless times.
Only a single tender green branch hangs down, swaying gently in the night breeze.
That's it?
Chrysanthemum Douluo almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Can a willow tree that has been struck by lightning and is about to die be called a god?
He suppressed his disdain and put on a gentle smile.
"I see."
"To be honest, Village Chief Shi, I have come to your place not only to pursue the fugitive, but also for another matter."
Chrysanthemum Douluo stood up, straightened his robes, and his expression became solemn.
"I come from the distant Spirit Hall, serving the great Angel God."
"Angels love all living beings and have mercy on mankind; their glory should shine in every corner."
"If your village is willing to convert to the Angel God and accept the God's glory, my Spirit Hall is willing to provide protection and teach you cultivation methods, so that your village can live in peace for generations and no longer be disturbed by ferocious beasts."
As Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke, he opened his arms as if embracing the void.
These words were very persuasive.
If this were in a remote village in the Douluo Continent, people would probably be kneeling and kowtowing to him.
But the villagers of Shicun looked at each other in bewilderment.
A moment later—
Shi Yunfeng coughed, suppressing his displeasure, and cupped his hands in greeting to Chrysanthemum Douluo.
We appreciate your kind offer.
"but..."
He turned to look at the willow tree, his eyes filled with determination.
"Our Shicun village has worshipped the Willow God for generations, and the Willow God has always protected us."
"I regret that I cannot comply with your request to convert."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's smile froze for a moment.
He hadn't expected that this group of "primitive people" would refuse so readily.
"Village Chief Shi, perhaps you do not yet understand the greatness of the Angel God."
Chrysanthemum Douluo patiently continued.
"Angel God is a true deity, in charge of light and judgment. Her power is enough to move mountains and fill seas, and to protect billions of living beings."
"And the god of your village..."
He glanced at the charred willow tree, a hint of disdain in his voice.
"It seems... she's not in very good shape?"
Upon hearing this, the faces of everyone in Stone Village darkened.
Shi Linhu stood up abruptly, the 1.9-meter-tall strong man looking down at Ju Douluo with a thunderous voice.
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything."
Chrysanthemum Douluo showed no fear and smiled slightly.
"I just feel that it's a real shame that your village is left with such a dead tree."
"Why not convert to my Angel God? My Spirit Hall is willing to..."
Before the words were finished—
Buzz!
At the village entrance, the charred willow tree trembled slightly.
Only once.
It's very mild.
But the entire Stone Village suddenly fell silent.
The night breeze stopped.
The chirping of insects disappeared.
Even the crackling of the fire seemed to be erased.
An indescribable pressure swept across the entire area, like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes a crack.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's words came to an abrupt end.
His smile froze completely, replaced by utter horror and fear.
Just a moment ago, he felt something sweep across his soul.
The feeling was like an ant looking up and seeing a giant dragon stretching across the sky.
Although it was just a glimpse, the overwhelming force originating from the level of life and from the instinct of the soul almost suffocated him.
"This...this is..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's teeth chattered.
"Distinguished guest."
Shi Yunfeng's voice broke the silence.
The old man's face held a calm pride.
"You don't need to worry about Liu Shen's condition."
"Our Shicun village may be small, but there are some things we understand."
Chrysanthemum Douluo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
He took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his fear, and forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Yes... I was being presumptuous."
"Since your village already has a faith, then let's leave it at that."
He dared not utter another word.
He was terrified that if the willow tree moved even slightly, he would end up like Zhao Wuji, turned into a pile of minced meat.
After that, Chrysanthemum Douluo became much more obedient.
He stopped mentioning missionary work and instead offered some of the supplies he had with him.
Sugar, salt, a few clean clothes, and some gold and silver items.
These things, which are common in Douluo Continent, have become rare items in Stone Village.
Although the villagers are simple and honest, they also know the value of these things.
After exchanging some herbs and meat, the relationship between the two sides improved considerably.
It's late at night.
The villagers gradually returned to their houses to rest.
Chrysanthemum Douluo lay on the stone bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
"No, we can't stay here."
"I'll leave tomorrow."
Chrysanthemum Douluo made up his mind.
"Go and see the nearby human city-states; they should be safer and easier to proselytize there."
He lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes.
Little did they know that Xu Youwei in the next room was on her deathbed.
This poor girl from Notting City has very poor physical health.
The gravity in Douluo Continent is only about one-tenth that of Perfect World.
Suddenly transported to a perfect world, her internal organs were already severely damaged under the crushing force of ten times the normal gravity.
Although the herbs from Ishimura were effective, they were too potent for her body to handle.
"mother..."
Xu Youwei lay on the bed made of animal skins, her eyes unfocused and her lips moving.
"I...I want to go home..."
A tear slid down Xu Youwei's cheek, and then she stopped breathing.
The woman who was taking care of her checked her breathing, sighed, and shook her head.
at the same time--
In the Douluo Continent, golden characters appeared on the sky.
Explorer Xu Youwei is dead!
[Cause of death: Death due to multiple organ failure caused by the immense pressure of gravity.]
Survival time: 7 hours and 32 minutes
The entire continent fell into a brief silence.
Although Hsu Yu-wei was just an ordinary citizen, and although her death was expected by many.
But when death actually comes, it's like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of all the fanatics.
[end of the chapter]