Chapter 27: Bear God: Stay Away From Me!

"You really need to be reasonable when you're a blade," Zhao Yu said, unable to help his exasperation.

"Have I been unreasonable?" the Wood-Chopping Blade asked, appearing dazed.

"Just think about it yourself. You and I have a good relationship, but my family—my wife, my sister-in-law, and my own younger brother—in terms of priority, you have to be at least fourth in line."

Zhao Yu spread his hands. "You tell me, shouldn't I trust you only after the fourth person? Everything you told me before, I didn't tell my family, yet I chose to ask my wife for her opinion on whether to start cultivating... Tell me, haven't I trusted you enough?"

The blade manifested a human face and pondered for a long while before nodding. "That seems to be the logic, doesn't it?"

"It has always been the logic!" Zhao Yu replied, quite speechless.

The blade curled its lip slightly. "Then what did you want to talk about?"

Zhao Yu scratched the back of his head, helpless. "I don't even know. I was just bored and wanted to talk to you to pass the time."

The blade turned its head away, refusing to speak.

So, he only thought of his great Wood-Chopping Blade when he was bored?

How absurd!

He swore that for at least three days—no, at least a quarter of an hour—he would absolutely not say a single word to Zhao Yu!

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The blade spoke up with great eagerness: "Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu."

Zhao Yu, who had been lost in thought, instantly perked up.

The blade glanced at the ground, making sure no one was watching, then said urgently, "You cannot take these people near your home."

"Why not?"

"If they really move near your home, your brother and sister-in-law will eat them all."

Zhao Yu was utterly speechless. "Why are you bringing this up again? Didn't I tell you? Xiao Wanzi is innocent and cute, and while Muhan isn't cute, he is physically very weak. None of them could possibly be man-eaters."

Clearly, there were only four man-eaters in the house!

And then there was the blade, always saying things he couldn't understand; it was truly frustrating.

The blade wanted to continue but suddenly grew despondent. "Forget it, I won't argue with you. If you start cultivating, it probably won't matter whether they go near your home or not."

The human face vanished, reverting to a dull, ordinary-looking blade.

"What's wrong with it now?" Zhao Yu was bewildered.

After thinking it over, he couldn't find an answer. It must be that every blade has those few days of the month, right?

Forget it, he wouldn't think about it anymore.

He went back to staring blankly.

...

The migration was very safe at first.

For an entire day, no evil spirits had approached—or perhaps they had approached and were killed so quickly that, with everyone's vision blocked by the "earth-wall turtle shell," no one had noticed?

...

As dusk approached, seeing the changing light, Zhao Yu muttered to himself, "The man-eaters are going to start appearing more often."

Normally, during the day, those man-eaters stayed in dark places. Unless one was unlucky enough to stumble upon them, one wouldn't see them.

But the night was different. Once night fell, the man-eaters would begin to wander and hunt.

Just like him—Zhao Yu slept soundly at night, but during the day, he would actively go into the mountains to hunt little rabbits.

The tribe was still migrating.

When the sky turned completely dark, they reached a vast plain.

Iron Stone, who had been flying in the sky the whole time, shouted, "Set the formation!"

"Tribesmen, the migration for today ends here..."

"Rumble..."

Following the loud noise, the floating buildings landed one after another.

A curtain of light flashed in all four directions, and countless rays of light projected into the buildings, stabilizing the numerous structures.

People of the Youxiong Tribe swarmed into the buildings.

Others built fires on the spot to start roasting food.

After a whole day of travel, everyone was ravenous.

Iron Stone landed beside Zhao Yu and smiled. "Brother Zhao, it's night now. Shall we go offer incense to the God and then have a meal?"

Zhao Yu originally wanted to say that he didn't worship gods, but Iron Stone mentioned a "meal"...

Thinking of the taste of the food at Iron Stone's place, Zhao Yu nodded. "Since Brother Iron says so, let's do as you suggest."

After all, it was just lighting a stick of incense; it was probably the equivalent of eating a meal, so it shouldn't be a problem.

"Please."

The two walked toward the temple.

There were already many powerful individuals in the temple offering incense. Only practitioners came directly to the temple; ordinary people of the Youxiong Tribe offered incense to statues of the god at home.

As Zhao Yu and Iron Stone entered the temple, those waiting in line stepped aside, revealing looks of respect.

Iron Stone nodded slightly to them, took out three lit incense sticks, placed them solemnly into the censer, and bowed three times.

After stepping back, he smiled. "Brother Zhao, it's your turn."

Zhao Yu followed suit, taking three incense sticks.

He walked to the censer and inserted them.

Elsewhere.

The Bear God sat quietly in the Divine Domain, peacefully enjoying the incense.

As an outsider who had become a god, He remembered that many years ago, He had hoped to go to the Great Qian Empire. Because the Great Qian had prosperous incense offerings and thousands of gods gathered there, whether for exchanging knowledge or for stability, it was far better than the barbarian lands in the four directions.

Unfortunately, the Great Qian was too xenophobic. Even though He had become a true god, it was difficult to integrate, and in the end, He could only remain in these million miles of the Yin Mountains, enjoying the offerings of the Youxiong Tribe for generations.

With this migration, He didn't know what would happen next. He hoped that the sinister paper figure from before would not appear; otherwise, the Bear God truly could not imagine the outcome...

Suddenly.

"Hmph..." the Bear God let out an involuntary grunt.

A trace of golden divine blood trickled from the corner of His mouth.

He felt a sharp pain in His heart, as if... as if three sharp blades had suddenly pierced into His divine soul!

What had happened?

Had evil spirits invaded? Or was there a problem with the temple?

The Bear God opened His eyes instinctively to sense the situation. At the same time, His clay statue also opened its eyes, and the clay began to radiate a peaceful divine light.

The practitioners still offering incense in the temple instinctively looked grave.

Why had the Bear God suddenly descended?

As for the Bear God, the moment He opened His eyes, He saw Zhao Yu standing before Him, about to bow.

Of course, that was not important.

What was important was that, with Zhao Yu’s bowing motion, the Bear God saw a terrifying "Dao," one He could not comprehend, crushing down upon Him.

Vaguely, He saw three blurry figures within the "Dao" behind Zhao Yu, staring at Him intensely.

Never mind three bows; even if He had accepted just one, His life would likely have been forfeit.

A single bow could actually take His life?

Where on earth did this Zhao Yu come from?

The Bear God felt a chill in His heart and hurriedly mobilized His divine power, shifting the statue instantly.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel frustrated. "Hey, don't run away. I haven't finished offering my incense yet."

He was waiting to finish so he could go eat a big meal.

He instinctively changed direction, intending to bow again.

The Bear God was terrified and hurriedly shifted positions again.

Zhao Yu blinked, his little brain working quickly.

He soon became unhappy. "Brother Iron, does your God look down on me?"

"This..." Iron Stone looked confused as well.

He didn't know either; this was the first time such a thing had ever happened.