172: Chapter 171 What Does Your Hand Smell Like?

[Divine Master: Gu Han]

Divine Fire: Seven-Colored Fire

Daily Consumption: 700

Current Divine Status: Mortal Grade

Next Grade: 700 / 1000000

Number of Transcendental Believers: 310,000,000

Daily Collection of Power Of Faith: 30000

Total Available Power Of Faith: 29300

Gu Han raised an eyebrow slightly. Being able to collect 30,000 Power Of Faith every day came as a bit of a surprise to him.

He remembered Song Ren mentioning in his notes that when the SS-Rank Song Ren initially underwent Awakening into a demigod, he could only collect 5,000 Power Of Faith daily.

Wasn't this Seven-Colored Fire even more awesome? Why did it consume seven times as much?

Fortunately, his foundation was rich, and the consumption of Power Of Faith also helped raise the grade of his divine status.

After the divine fire was ignited, Gu Han could feel an indescribable force flowing along his conscious connection, directly feeding back into his Physical Body in reality.

The heaviness and fatigue belonging to a Mortal body were completely drained away.

He could clearly feel that the bones in reality were emitting faint cracking sounds, and the muscle fibers were being torn apart and reorganized by a gentle yet domineering force, with every cell brimming with explosive vitality.

Gu Han reset the time of the smart assistant and smoothly issued a divine oracle to re-unify the divine calendar, designating this very moment as the first year, with the title being "Creation God", which was praised the most in the literature.

For the creatures of the divine kingdom, this was merely an upgrade in Rank. But for Gu Han, who was the Divine Master, this was a complete leap in the level of life.

This was the process of transcending mortality and achieving Soul Transformation!

Although it was only at the most Elementary stage, his physical fitness had already far exceeded the limits of ordinary people.

"Just right to test how much strength the body can exert now."

He decided to wake up, move his limbs, and see by the way whether they had arrived in Jinghai.

As soon as he recovered his sensory perception of reality, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Around him, there was none of the faint calming incense found in the hibernation pod; instead, it was filled with a pungent smell of oil and a fishy stench.

The vibration coming from beneath him was extremely violent, accompanied by the rumbling sound of aging machinery, which was completely impossible to be the smoothness of a levitation track.

The most fatal thing was that his hands and feet were tightly bound by rough hemp ropes, and the material around him felt coarse and grid-like to the touch.

This wasn't a hibernation pod! This was a fucking snake-skin bag!

Gu Han frowned fiercely, struggled to break free from the hemp ropes, instantly tensed the muscles in both arms, and exerted sudden force.

With a muffled sound of "chila".

The thickened fertilizer bag, which was capable of withstanding hundreds of catties of pulling force, was forcefully torn open with a large gap from the inside by him.

Dazzling sunlight poured in instantly, causing him to instinctively squint his eyes.

He abruptly poked his head out, taking deep breaths of the outside air as the cold wind mixed with dust slapped directly against his face.

Scanning his surroundings, he found himself lying in the truck bed of a dilapidated old truck.

In his field of vision, the scenery on both sides was rapidly retreating along the dirt road.

That was a vast expanse of lush banana groves, interspersed with chaotic farmland, and distant towering mountains and dense forests.

Gu Han glanced at the few remaining snake-skin bags beside him, quickly tore them open one by one, and found Tang Wuying, who was still unconscious, inside the thickest bag.

Pinching the philtrum yielded no reaction, so he directly slapped him across the face a few times.

Tang Wuying was beaten so hard that his hair was disheveled, his cheeks were slightly red, and he woke up in a daze.

Gu Han hurriedly shook him a few times. "Wake up quickly!"

Tang Wuying also looked around with a bewildered face: "Where the fuck did they bring me?! Is this still domestic?! Flight attendants! Where are the flight attendants?!"

Gu Han slammed a hand over his mouth and cursed in a low voice: "What the hell are you shouting for!"

Tang Wuying struggled and twisted his body frantically. With his hands finally regaining freedom, he yanked Gu Han's hand away.

"Spit spit! Take it away, what does your hand smell like?! Spit spit spit!" Tang Wuying spat repeatedly.

Gu Han had no time to pay attention to him; he had already sat up and was groping all over his body. His pockets were empty; his handheld console was gone, and his loading card was gone too.

Besides the two of them, several other people who were likewise tied up in hemp sacks lay haphazardly across the truck bed.

"Why are there so many people here?" Tang Wuying lowered his voice and looked around.

Gu Han bent over, cautiously crept up to the tailgate at the back of the carriage, and looked outside.

The road surface was full of potholes, and the wheels kept slipping as they pressed into the mud pits. The truck body swayed violently, and the speed was not fast. Both sides of the road were overgrown with dense wild banana trees, whose broad leaves blocked the line of sight.

"Fortunately, this road is hard to drive on and the speed isn't fast." Gu Han retreated. "Before the people in front notice, jump out of the car quickly."

Tang Wuying stood frozen in place, pointing at those hemp sacks on the ground. "What about them?"

Gu Han directly rolled his eyes.

"Then Young Master, you can stay behind to save souls from suffering, I'll take off first."

"Wait for me! I figure with more people running, our targets will be scattered and it won't be easy to be pursued." Tang Wuying hurriedly scrambled up, and even raised his foot to give a fierce kick to the two opened hemp sacks beside him.

The people inside the hemp sacks let out muffled grunts from the kick and began to struggle violently.

Gu Han had no time to manage these meddlesome matters. Catching the timing when the truck slowed down to turn, he pressed his hands against the tailgate, gave a clever kick with his legs, and his entire body silently flipped out of the vehicle.

The moment he hit the ground, he rolled smoothly into the weeds by the roadside to discharge the impact brought by inertia.

Immediately following that, with a muffled "bang", Tang Wuying followed closely behind.

As soon as the two of them crawled up from the ground, the departing truck suddenly emitted a harsh screech of brakes, and two other victims also jumped down after them.

"Damn! Did the Soul-Bewildering Powder fail? How did they run?! Chase them!"

A bald head poked out of the passenger window and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The cab door of the truck was opened, and a man wearing a black vest got out holding a steel pipe in his hand.

The man in the black vest instructed someone in the back: "You stay here and watch the rest on the car!"

The bald man pointed in the direction of the banana grove and shouted: "Catch that Old Granny! The others aren't important!"

Just as Gu Han pushed aside the banana leaves blocking his front, upon hearing these words, the pace under his feet instantly quickened.

He turned his head and shouted at Tang Wuying: "You are truly brain-dead, what use are those things you pull, let's run separately. I just contacted my dad in the divine kingdom to go to the Tang Family for help, and I'll have people come rescue you!"

"My thoughts exactly! Save yourself!"

Hearing that they were after Gu Han, Tang Wuying scrambled and tumbled into the forest, heading in another direction.

Who would have thought that the black vest in the back casually grabbed a victim, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and shouted: "Tang Wuying! You can't run!"

Tang Wuying was so frightened he shuddered! He hurriedly turned his direction around and followed Gu Han's direction.

"Holy shit! Don't leave me behind! Fuck, you got the wrong person! I'm not Old Granny! He is!"

The two of them plunged into the banana grove one after the other.

Further ahead was a shrub forest where the mountain road was extremely difficult to walk on, filled with protruding tree roots and thorny bushes everywhere, and one would trip over them if not paying attention.

After running for more than ten minutes, Tang Wuying's steps grew increasingly heavy. He supported his knees with both hands, panting heavily.

"I... I can't do it anymore! I can't run anymore." Tang Wuying leaned against a tree trunk and slid to the ground.

Gu Han stopped in his tracks and looked back.

He himself was only slightly sweating, breathing steadily, with a strong heartbeat.

After becoming a demigod, his life level was completely incomparable to that of a Level 4 Divine Master.

"If you're not going to run, stay behind and wait for rescue."

"I really can't go on." Tang Wuying wiped his sweat with his sleeve.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid snapping branches came from behind.

"You'd better surrender right now!"

The voice of the man in the black vest came from dozens of meters behind, hoarse and full of ruthlessness. "Otherwise, if I catch you, you're going to suffer a terrible ordeal!"

Gu Han's heart tightened, and he immediately turned back.

Through the gaps between the trees, the man in the black vest was rapidly closing in.

Dragging an adult man while running in the rugged mountain forest, his speed was actually comparable to theirs!

Gu Han looked closely and gasped sharply.

Between the eyebrows of the man in the black vest, a thumbnail-sized red flame suddenly ignited.

As the flame flickered, the surrounding air distorted visibly.

A layer of faint red light covered the man's legs, and beneath that red light, two stout phantom beast legs faintly condensed.

The opponent was actually a demigod too!

The contents of the demigod notes he had read not long ago flashed rapidly through Gu Han's mind.

Only by achieving demigod status and igniting the divine fire could one burn the Power Of Faith in reality and borrow the transcendental power of believers within the divine kingdom.