91: Trial Time

Liu Chunsheng wiped the blood from his face, the warm blood dripping through his fingers.

He grinned, revealing his stark white teeth.

"Xuesha, today this old man will let you know what 'Divine Might like a prison' means!"

"Brothers, form up!"

Liu Chunsheng roared.

His voice boomed like muffled thunder.

Dozens of villagers behind him moved at his command, their various Magical Artifacts glowing faintly.

Shovels, sickles, and hoes, these ordinary farming tools, were now plated with a faint golden light—these were protective Magical Artifacts personally refined by Shen Jianxing for each villager after he researched the Faith Cultivation Art.

As it turned out, they were very handy.

For the villagers, these farm tools were much easier to use than swords, and while their attack power might not be as strong, their efficiency when working in the fields was greatly improved.

"Qian position in place!"

"Kun position ready!"

"Li position prepared!"

Everyone quickly changed their positions, their steps landing on specific star points, and a huge Bagua pattern faintly emerged on the ground.

The moment the Formation was completed, a golden light barrier shot up into the sky, enveloping the entire Chang Sheng Village.

Xuesha was unharmed, but many lesser demons caught in the Formation's reach were killed or injured.

"This Formation is somewhat interesting, but that's all it is."

"The game ends here, you ants! With your meager Dao, how dare you block my path?"

Xuesha was enraged.

"Pah!"

Wang Houshi spat on the ground and plunged his shovel into the earth.

"What kind of thing are you? You dare to run wild in our Chang Sheng Village? Lord Chuping could crush you with a single finger!"

"You're courting death!"

Xuesha roared in anger, and a bloody mist suddenly condensed into a giant palm, striking down towards the crowd.

"Hold on!"

Liu Chunsheng bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto his sword.

The sword's golden light flared, forcefully resisting the bloody giant palm.

The two forces collided, producing a deafening roar.

Liu Chunsheng's legs sank deep into the mud, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, yet he still held on desperately.

"Hahahaha!"

Xuesha sneered, "Mere Mortals, trying to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm? Today, I will bathe Chang Sheng Village in blood and refine all of you into blood slaves!"

"Let's see if that Lord Chuping you worship can save you!"

The giant wave's patience ran out, and it opened its gaping maw, about to suck all the villagers in the Formation into its belly.

Just at this critical moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

"Is that so?"

A cold voice came from above the Nine Heavens, like the north wind in the depths of winter, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Everyone was stunned, and Xuesha's offensive also paused.

"Lord Chuping!"

The villagers looked up in surprise.

In the cloud-covered sky, a white-robed figure stood in mid-air, his robes fluttering, with faint lightning flashing between them.

Lin Chuping looked down at Xuesha below with an expressionless face, his eyes filled with killing intent: "To dare harm people before me, you have great courage."

Xuesha was startled and uncertain: "You... you are that Lin Chuping?"

"Indeed, it is I."

Lin Chuping slowly raised his hand, "Since you've come, don't leave."

Before his words finished, a blinding flash of lightning tore through the sky.

"Boom—!"

Amidst the deafening thunder, a purple heavenly lightning bolt as thick as a bucket descended from the sky, accurately striking Xuesha.

"Ah—!"

Xuesha let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the crimson mist rapidly dissipated in the lightning.

To his dying breath, Xuesha couldn't understand why Lord Chuping, who supposedly couldn't leave Chang Sheng Village, suddenly appeared.

Even deceiving demons, is there no morality?

* * *

But it wasn't over yet.

Lin Chuping let out a cold snort.

"System, blast it!"

In an instant, countless lightning bolts, like silver snakes dancing wildly, wove into a massive electrical net above Chang Sheng Village.

The besieging demons and monsters didn't even have time to scream before they were annihilated in the lightning.

The entire sky was illuminated as if it were daytime, and the thunder rumbled, ceaselessly.

When the last lightning bolt dissipated, the sky had already cleared.

A gentle breeze blew, leaving not a trace of Demonic Qi.

The villagers stood rooted to the spot, speechless for a long time.

Liu Chunsheng was the first to recover, dropping to his knees with a "thump": "Thank you, Lord Chuping, for saving our lives!"

The others then awoke as if from a dream, kneeling one after another, shouting Lord Chuping's name.

Lin Chuping nodded, looked around, and seeing many people wounded, he waved his hand.

A soft blue light sprinkled down, and the villagers' injuries healed at a visible rate.

This was the first time Lin Chuping used the Divine Art of Blessing.

He had initially bought this Divine Art cheaply, and its description was too casual.

So Lin Chuping hadn't paid much attention to it, but he didn't expect such a pleasant surprise.

Healing!

If this were in his previous life, he could at least be a renowned urban physician.

However, Lin Chuping didn't plan to use it much; some relationships, once they become dependent, change in nature.

At most, he would only use it during sacrifices to maintain his presence.

* * *

"After today, all within Qingzhou may chant my true name."

Lin Chuping stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant, "You all must diligently Cultivate and not be negligent."

"We respectfully obey Lord Chuping's teachings!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Lin Chuping nodded, and his figure gradually faded.

Before leaving, he gave a meaningful glance at the distant mountain forest—there, several peering figures were fleeing in a panic.

"No rush. Next, it's judgment time!"

* * *

Yes, Lin Chuping decided to go all out and directly eliminate all Yao Race members burdened with karma within Qingzhou!

No sooner said than done!

Half an hour later, Lin Chuping stood in the air, his white robes flapping in the biting mountain wind.

A purple lightning bolt condensed at his fingertip as he looked down at the panicked wolf demons fleeing below.

Lin Chuping sighed softly, and the purple lightning at his fingertip suddenly split into dozens of fine threads, precisely piercing the brows of each wolf demon. Screams rose and fell, and in a blink of an eye, the entire wolf den was left with only charred corpses.

Over the next three days, he traversed thirteen demon mountains in Qingzhou, eradicating twenty-seven Yao Race groups burdened with karma.

The incense value on the System panel continuously climbed, but Lin Chuping felt a subtle unease in his heart.

Looking at the piles of Yao Race corpses, Lin Chuping for the first time doubted his actions.

"System, did I do something wrong?"

"Ding! The System has not detected any abnormal behavior from the Host!"

"Alright."

Lin Chuping sighed to himself, he was too dependent on the System.

Since the System wasn't a disguise of an old monster, how could it understand human nature?

There's an old saying in his previous life that goes:

When the cunning hare is dead, the hunting dog is cooked; when the high-flying birds are gone, the good bow is put away; when the enemy state is destroyed, the strategizing minister perishes!

If he killed all the demons burdened with karma, would people still worship gods?