39: Chapter 39 God's Grace

Inside the Xingyang Temple, Yu Lan, who was resting on the bed, saw the great deity bring back an old woman.

Being someone who had always been outspoken her entire life, she immediately said: "great deity, if you want to find a maid to succeed me, you should find someone young and capable. Why did you find one as old as I am? Could it be that you have a thing for taking care of old women?"

Hearing this, Wei Wei lowered her head to look at her mud-stained shoes, nervously rubbing her aged hands.

Chu Xingyang was speechless for a moment: "Who has a thing for taking care of old women? Should I open a nursing home?"

As he spoke, he pulled Wei Wei to Yu Lan's bedside, took both their hands, and activated the skill Matter Conversion.

In an instant, a flash of white light passed over the two old women, and both felt an unprecedented, immense pleasure sweep through their entire bodies.

It felt as if every cell in their bodies had been activated.

In the mysterious atmosphere, their shriveled faces gradually became full, and their fingers, once like withered branches, became rounded again.

The aura of aging and death vanished completely, replaced by abundant youthful vitality.

Wei Wei slowly knelt on the ground. Overwhelmed and flattered, she lay on the floor with her shoulders shaking, already sobbing uncontrollably: "great deity, you repaired my body that had been ravaged by the Goblin all those years ago, and now you have allowed me, long past a hundred years old, to return to my youth. How could I possibly deserve such grace from the great deity?"

Yu Lan rolled off the bed, ran straight to the mirror, and spun around, looking left and right with excitement: "Wow, the God has turned 96-year-old me into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old! I feel like I have endless strength in my body now."

Having not flown for twenty years, she spread her huge wings again and rushed from the balcony into the sky at high speed.

After circling a few times high in the air, she flew back to the side of the Xingyang God: "Thank you for the God's grace; I can serve you for another eighty years."

Chu Xingyang waved his hand: "No, you should both leave and live your own lives."

Hearing this, Wei Wei could not believe her ears. After being stunned for a moment, she collapsed onto the floor, her eyes hollow.

The young and beautiful woman seemed to have turned back into the withered, dying old woman from just a moment ago.

She trembled her lips and slowly said: "great deity, are you driving me away? But I have the strength to serve you now."

Yu Lan was so angry that she kept flapping her wings: "What did I do wrong? You made me young only to drive me away; you might as well have let me die of old age on the bed! Change me back!"

Chu Xingyang looked helpless: "You left your people to follow me for 80 years. Wei Wei took care of me in the Central Continent for many years, and then wandered and waited for me under the temple for 78 years. There is no need for you to have eyes only for me for two lifetimes in a row. Now that you have been reborn, you should find a new way to live!"

Wei Wei sat on the ground, dazed, mechanically repeating: "A new way to live?"

Yu Lan still felt aggrieved and angry: "What way of living could be better than serving you?"

They had long been accustomed to dedicating everything they had to the God.

Chu Xingyang frowned and shook his head: "I don't know! For example, like other women, getting married, having children, and enjoying a peaceful old age, or something like that..."

At this moment, Wei Wei raised her head: "Ever since I was imprisoned by the Goblin for three years, I haven't been able to get close to any man."

"Huh? Then what about you serving me tea and water for all those years?"

"You are not a man..."

Chu Xingyang widened his eyes in confusion: "What?"

Yu Lan covered her mouth on the side.

Wei Wei looked devout: "You are not a man; you are a God, the only God in the universe!"

"Fine." Chu Xingyang sighed: "Then finding a woman to accompany you until old age is fine too. Or find a career to enrich yourself. In any case, you must decide your own lives!"

As he spoke, he walked up to the top floor, leaving behind two stunned young girls.

A long time later, Yu Lan finally moved. She first wiped away the tears on her face, then spread her wings and flew away from the temple.

Wei Wei sat there dazed until the next day, when she finally stood up with difficulty and walked to the ground like a zombie along the stairs.

Then she sat at the foot of the temple wall, hugging her legs and burying her head deep.

Passersby who saw her thought this beautiful girl had suffered some kind of harm and walked up to comfort her, saying that under the great deity, the administration was clean and clear, and if she had any grievances, they could take her to report it to the authorities.

She just shook her head blankly.

Over the next few days, everyone treated her like a lunatic.

Only people would place food in front of her, and no one spoke a word to her again.

Wei Wei, who hadn't had a drop of water for days, was indifferent to the food in front of her, as if it didn't exist.

Seven days later, Chu Xingyang carried her, weakened to the point of near-death, back to the temple and fed her a few sips of water.

The next day, Wei Wei slowly opened her eyes. There was light in her eyes again, and even the tears that flowed out were crystal clear: "great deity, can I follow you and serve you again?"

Previously, she had never dared to hope that the Xingyang God would change his mind.

Sitting on the ground and waiting for her life to fade away was simply because she could not find a reason to live.

Chu Xingyang looked at her: "Open a genetic research institute and engage in genetic modification or something similar."

Wei Wei looked puzzled: "What is a gene?"

Humans on Blue Star had just entered the industrial age, and at present, no one knew about these things.

But Chu Xingyang had his own considerations. He nodded: "Then start by opening a clinic or hospital. Your ancestor, Wei, was a Shu Person who specialized in medicine. You Shu People have a high maximum lifespan, and combined with the fact that I reorganized your body a few days ago, you will live a very long time and have plenty of time to come into contact with genes."

Five years later, Wei Wei became the most skilled miracle doctor in the Starfire Empire, and also the doctor with the most eccentric temper.

No matter how critical the condition was, she would not see any patients within the two hours after the sun rose in the morning.

Instead, she would devoutly pray to the Xingyang God.

That was a habit she had formed over a hundred years ago when she became a saintess.

In the year 218 of the Xingyang Calendar, the first telegram on Blue Star was transmitted between two cities in the Dongyang Dynasty on the Eastern Continent.

Humans now possessed a fast, long-distance communication method.

In the year 229 of the Xingyang Calendar, the world-famous businesswoman Yu Lan established the "Xingyang God Prayer Sports Committee."

In the year 230 of the Xingyang Calendar, the committee held the first "Xingyun Games" in the capital of the Rising Sun Alliance on the Central Continent.

Under Yu Lan's planning, almost every country in the world signed up to participate in this grand sporting event.

The "Xingyun Games" featured three hundred sports competition events, and for the opening ceremony, they even invited the divine orchestra of the Starfire Empire.

When the stirring and melodious anthem of the gods rang out, every one of the nearly one million people inside and outside the venue was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down their faces.

Everyone was praising the greatness of the Xingyang God in their hearts, grateful for the gifts of the Xingyang God.

Only Yu Lan, on the organizer's rostrum, held back her tears, silently longing in her heart for the arrival of that face.

It had been thirty years; thirty years without seeing the great deity once.

To the God, that was just a snap of the fingers.

But for Yu Lan, it had been eleven thousand days and nights of longing.