34: Chapter 34 The Human Life of Gods and the Daily Life of Saintesses

Chu Xingyang had lived for many years in the cathedral within the capital city of the Rising Sun Alliance.

However, to prevent congestion from pilgrims, this matter was known only to the Alliance's King, City Lord You Lu, and a few high-ranking officials.

They selected the most adorable and beautiful holy maidens from various city-states of the Alliance and sent them into the cathedral to serve the Xingyang God.

But Chu Xingyang somewhat regretted changing the term of service for the holy maidens from ages 14 to 25 to ages 14 to 16.

Because these youthful, beautiful girls were full of piety but lacked experience. Being so young, they were quite clumsy when serving the deity.

Chu Xingyang walked into the large, mist-filled bathhouse ready to bathe, and the holy maidens immediately swarmed forward to help undress him. With dozens of hands pulling and the slippery floor,

amidst the jostling, several girls and the deity tumbled headfirst into the bath. Moreover, they couldn't control the water temperature well—it was either too cold or too hot.

The discarded clothes, the holy maidens also fought to wash, often tearing them to shreds, then secretly mending and washing them before returning them.

The key issue was that few knew needlework. Chu Xingyang looked at the returned clothes, all patched out of shape. He thought to himself that these girls couldn't be scolded; if he said just a few words, they would kneel in terror, kowtowing until their heads bled.

So he had no choice but to cancel the laundry process and instead use his Matter Conversion skill to clean the clothes himself.

But they didn't do well with other tasks either.

A newly arrived, slender holy maiden knelt to offer the deity black tea, but her hand trembled, spilling the scalding tea all over the god.

Chu Xingyang grimaced in pain. Although he was a star, on Blue Star, he rarely used Consciousness Projection, instead switching to a physical form to live there.

Thus, his five senses were no different from a human's, and he naturally felt pain too.

Wei Wei, standing nearby, quickly knelt to wipe the Xingyang God's clothes while scolding the holy maidens: 'How many times is this now? Why are you still so careless?'

The slender girl's tears flowed, her lovely face full of guilt and fear: 'Great Deity Xingyang, please don't drive me out of the cathedral. If that happens, I'd be too ashamed to face anyone.'

As she spoke, she bent to knock her forehead against the floor.

Chu Xingyang hurriedly stopped her: 'Stop kowtowing! Don't you know it hurts when you bleed? Besides, I'm not some demon. When have I ever punished you for such trivial matters?'

The holy maidens stared at him with burning gazes, hot tears streaming from the corners of their eyes. They never imagined the great deity could be so gentle and approachable.

They resolved to serve the deity well.

But these fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girls, the harder they tried, the more mistakes they made.

Chu Xingyang sat up in bed in the middle of the night, scanning the over-300-square-meter, resplendent bedroom. Dozens of holy maidens kneeling by the bed looked like they were keeping vigil, which was quite a mood killer.

So he sighed and said, 'Forget it. I am the Sun God, not a paralyzed god. Wei Wei taking care of me is enough. You can live freely in the cathedral until your terms end. I'll summon you if needed.'

After saying this, ignoring the girls' wails and pleas, he forcibly drove them all out.

Finally, the world was quiet. Having Wei Wei, who was slightly older and knew how to care for others, was enough. Dozens of Little Girls surrounding him only felt noisy.

These holy maidens 'abandoned' by the deity could only settle into rooms tidied up within the grand cathedral, quietly awaiting the deity's summons or the end of their two-year terms.

And the Alliance's King, City Lord You Lu, in the early years, would still bring governance policies to discuss with the Xingyang God, but without exception, was ignored.

Realizing the deity had no interest in mortal affairs, he could only express his piety by continuously offering rare treasures and delicacies to the cathedral.

Chu Xingyang looked bewildered at the mountain of treasures before him: 'I created this entire planet. What use do I have for these things?'

Then he turned to Wei Wei beside him: 'Return everything except the food to You Lu. But even this food is too much. Keep a little for us to taste; distribute the rest to the holy maidens in the cathedral.'

Naturally, the holy maidens in the capital's cathedral couldn't resist the temptation of top-tier ingredients. Over two years, aside from praying for two hours at sunrise each day, with nothing else to do, they could only pass their boring time with food.

People in the Rising Sun Alliance noticed this strange phenomenon. Holy maidens from other cathedrals, after their two-year terms, at most grew from girls into sixteen-year-old young women.

Only the holy maidens from the capital's cathedral, no matter how thin they were when they entered, would come out as plump, round figures.

While walking in the cathedral, Chu Xingyang noticed his holy maidens were getting increasingly robust, so he curiously looked at Wei Wei: 'Does the Rising Sun Alliance now consider plumpness beautiful?'

Wei Wei pursed her lips in amusement, then glanced around at the group of plump girls: 'You should pay a little attention to your figures. Eating too much isn't good for your health either.'

The holy maidens immediately stopped their playful noise, lowering their heads with flushed faces.

Someone whispered in defense: 'We'll never get to eat those best, most expensive foods again after we leave. And it's such a waste not to.'

Chu Xingyang then walked up to the shortest, plumpest holy maiden: 'How tall were you and how much did you weigh when you arrived?'

This girl was quite naive and free-spirited; her straightforward personality had left some impression on the deity.

She knelt with great difficulty and said loudly, 'Reporting to the deity, my name is Miao Ling. I've been here for one year and ten months. When I arrived, I was 1.45 meters tall and weighed 80 jin.',

'And now?'

'Now...' Miao Ling paused for a few seconds before speaking again: 'I tell others I'm 100 jin. But you are the deity, I dare not hide it. I am now 1.5 meters tall, 155 jin.'

Good grief!

Chu Xingyang thought to himself, no wonder she looks like a ball. Curious, he placed both hands on either side of her body and pressed inward a few times.

It was like a large water bag, incredibly elastic, trembling slightly. He could even see ripples spreading, the flesh all over her body shaking along.

Miao Ling's cheeks flushed crimson. She had to brace her hands on the ground to stand up with great difficulty.

Then she began taking off her clothes.

Chu Xingyang was stunned: 'What are you doing?'

Miao Ling's entire large, round face resembled a ripe, enormous apple: 'I... to serve you in bed.'

Wei Wei looked at her coldly.

Chu Xingyang was even more baffled: 'When did I ask you to serve me in bed? You've been here almost two years; have you ever seen me ask any holy maiden to serve me in bed?'

Only then did Miao Ling put her half-removed clothes back on, pouting as she said, 'Alright... I saw the deity never touched any holy maiden, but just now you were pressing my waist. I thought the great deity liked plump girls.'

The other girls covered their mouths, laughing at her foolishness.

Chu Xingyang was speechless, thinking to himself, do you even have a waist? And I'm not some pervert with peculiar tastes. He couldn't help but activate his skill, Matter Conversion.

A white light flashed over Miao Ling, and she transformed back into that eighty-jin young maiden.

'I give thanks for the great miracle of the Xingyang God; I've become thin!' Miao Ling happily jumped up, then looked puzzled at the ground: 'What are these things that suddenly appeared?'

On the ground appeared a bucket of water, dozens of milky-white blocks, and a pile of black granules.

Chu Xingyang looked at her calmly: 'The weight remains the same. That's water, soap, and cat food. Altogether, 75 jin.'

The other holy maidens also curiously gathered around, hoping in their hearts that the deity would transform them too when their terms ended.

But Miao Ling suddenly had a whimsical idea: 'great deity, can I use this water and soap to bathe you?'

Chu Xingyang quickly shook his head: 'I don't need it. Take it back, and share the soap with your family and friends.'