60: She's pregnant with my child.

Late at night the next day, all was silent.

Liu Chunsheng had just finished soaking his feet comfortably and was about to go to sleep in his clothes.

Although Chang Sheng Village was no longer dangerous, everyone still kept the old habit of sleeping in their clothes.

Under the protection of Lord Chuping, the number of people in the village grew, and their lives improved. As the Temple Official, Liu Chunsheng was respected wherever he went.

Life was sweeter than being soaked in a honey pot.

Lying on the bed, Liu Chunsheng carefully pondered the recent events.

The new temple was almost completed. After its completion, a ritual to invite the gods would be needed, otherwise it would be a wild temple without a god.

But this ritual to invite the gods was a first for Liu Chunsheng.

There could be no mistakes.

“Tomorrow, I’ll ask Uncle Cripple.”

Also, after the Skeleton Monster died some time ago, the Martial Artists in the village were greatly inspired and often went on patrols and hunts around the village in groups.

In their Chang Sheng Village and Nan Shu Village territories, the roles of demons and humans seemed to have been reversed.

However, only the Martial Artists from Prefecture City went out hunting; the young people in their village could only watch enviously.

If this continued, the villagers would sooner or later be completely exploited by the big Families from Prefecture City.

They also needed their own Martial Artists.

Liu Chunsheng's mind was filled with these thoughts, and he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown period of sleep, Liu Chunsheng felt himself standing in a hazy mist, with a vast expanse of white all around, making it impossible to distinguish the boundaries of heaven and earth.

Once unfamiliar, now accustomed.

Liu Chunsheng's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground, his forehead pressed against the earth.

“Lord… Lord Chuping!”

“Rise, Liu Chunsheng.”

Lord Chuping's voice was like a spring breeze, making people relax unconsciously.

“You have managed My temple with piety and diligence. Today, I specially bestow upon you a Cultivation method to help you protect the people of this land.”

Liu Chunsheng stood up tremblingly, still not daring to look directly at the Divine Countenance.

He felt a warm force lift his chin, forcing him to look up.

Lord Chuping's eyes were like a deep starry sky. Liu Chunsheng only looked once and felt as if his Soul was about to be sucked in.

The deity raised his right hand, and a golden speck of light condensed at his fingertip.

“This is the Faith Cultivation Art. You should comprehend it well.”

“Additionally, I intend for more believers to Cultivate this method. After you comprehend it, spread it among all believers on My behalf.”

A speck of light flew into Liu Chunsheng's glabella, and he immediately felt many unfamiliar words and images in his mind, as if this knowledge had always existed, only now being awakened.

“Lord, I am just a simple villager. I am worried…”

Lin Chuping smiled slightly, “No need to worry. Believe and it will be effective, be sincere and it will be clear. You have good intentions in your heart and act with responsibility; this is your Foundation.”

Liu Chunsheng wanted to say something more, but he saw Lord Chuping's figure begin to blur, and the surrounding mist gradually thickened.

“Remember, the Power Of Faith originates from the human heart. Where the human heart points, Divine Power reaches. Also, on the day the new temple is completed, I will personally inform you of the method to invite the gods…”

The voice gradually faded, and Liu Chunsheng felt himself falling continuously, the scene before his eyes rapidly receding.

“Chunsheng Ge! Chunsheng Ge! Wake up!”

A hurried call accompanied by shaking startled Liu Chunsheng awake from his dream.

He sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Outside the window, the sky was faintly bright, and rooster crows rose and fell.

“What’s wrong?”

Liu Chunsheng rubbed his eyes and looked at San Wazi.

“Chunsheng Ge, you’re finally awake!”

San Wazi looked anxious.

“My father told me to call you. Qian Shi has been taken away by Master Wang’s people.”

“What?”

Liu Chunsheng sprang up from the bed, a sacred sensation from Lord Chuping's bestowal in his dream still lingering on his forehead.

He subconsciously touched his glabella; a warmth, as if from the speck of light entering, seemed to remain there.

“Qian Shi was captured? What happened?”

Liu Chunsheng asked as he put on his outer clothes.

San Wazi stomped his foot in agitation: “Master Wang’s people caught Qian Shi and Lian Ruyue in the haystack behind the ancestral hall! Now the whole village is in an uproar!”

Liu Chunsheng’s heart tightened.

The drying ground in front of the ancestral hall was already surrounded three layers deep.

When Liu Chunsheng squeezed in, he saw Qian Shi tied up and kneeling on the millstone, his face bruised and swollen.

Wang Hu, Wang Desheng’s son, held a red-hot fire tong, while several young men from the Wang Family held down a disheveled woman, presumably Lian Ruyue.

“Stop!”

Liu Chunsheng roared, and the crowd automatically parted, everyone falling silent.

Wang Hu’s fire tong froze in mid-air.

“Temple Official Liu, don’t interfere in this matter. This slut committed adultery, and according to Family rules, she should be drowned in the pond!”

Liu Chunsheng walked to the millstone and found that although Qian Shi was bruised and swollen, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

However, when his gaze swept over Lian Ruyue, the woman suddenly broke free and rushed to Qian Shi’s side.

“Lord, we truly love each other!”

Lian Ruyue’s voice was hoarse, “Wang Desheng is almost sixty, he, he…”

Before she could finish, she was clapped over the mouth by a Wang Family old woman and dragged away.

Liu Chunsheng's temples throbbed.

He noticed several Martial Artists from Prefecture City in the crowd watching coldly, many even showing playful smiles.

If this matter was not handled properly… “Brother Wang Hu,”

Liu Chunsheng lowered his voice, “Does your father know about this?”

Wang Hu’s expression changed.

Liu Chunsheng had an idea—Wang Desheng didn't know about this.

He seized the opportunity to say loudly, “The new temple’s main beam will be raised the day after tomorrow. Seeing blood is inauspicious. This matter will be discussed when Master Wang returns. For now, keep them in the ancestral hall’s side room.”

“Furthermore, Lian Ruyue is, after all, your father’s concubine. It’s not appropriate for you to handle this privately.”

Seeing the crowd hesitate, Liu Chunsheng suddenly had an inspiration and, mimicking Lord Chuping’s tone from his dream, said,

“Lord Chuping sent me a dream last night, saying it is not suitable to see bloodshed before the new temple is completed.”

These words were like a basin of cold water poured on a bonfire.

The crowd whispered and dispersed; even the Wang Family members dared not defy the divine oracle. Liu Chunsheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Temple Official Liu, regarding this matter, we hope you will give our Wang Family a fair explanation.”

After uttering this harsh warning, the Wang Family members hurriedly left.

In the ancestral hall’s side room, Liu Chunsheng untied Qian Shi.

Qian Shi suddenly grabbed his hand: “Chunsheng Ge, save Ruyue! If Wang Desheng returns, she will surely die!”

“You’re confused!”

Liu Chunsheng lowered his voice, “Wang Desheng is the Wang Family’s steward, said to only obey Master Wang. You meddled with his concubine…”

Qian Shi gave a bitter laugh, “Ruyue is pregnant with my child.”

Liu Chunsheng felt as if struck by lightning.

“Are you crazy?”

At this moment, the Faith Cultivation Art in his mind suddenly began to operate automatically, and a warm current surged into his eyes.

Liu Chunsheng looked intently and indeed saw a faint light of life in Lian Ruyue’s abdomen.

“What do you intend to do about this?”