Cultivator Shuying was completely dumbfounded.
Although the Cultivation World paid little heed to mountain gods, earth gods, and City Gods with meager divine power, the City God of the capital enjoyed flourishing incense offerings, governed a vast population, and possessed profound divine power. Offending him rashly was highly unwise. Had Wandering Swordsmen become unafraid of gods now?
Her foot came down a little too hard, making the roof beams creak and groan as dust sifted down.
The statue's phantom flickered, and the furious City God appeared once more. He summoned ghost soldiers for support, wanting to see who dared offend him, clearly prepared to fight. To gods like them, who lived on the incense offerings of mortals, having someone kick over the Altar Table was no different from being slapped in the face. A tree lived for its bark, a person lived for their pride. He was utterly enraged.
"Wah yah yah! You brazen thief, how dare you show disrespect to this god! I shall seize your soul and punish it severely!"
Bai Yujun carried her straight saber on her shoulder as she watched a bustling crowd of ghost soldiers run out, chattering and clamoring.
She had absolutely no interest in fighting.
She shifted all her weight onto her left foot, stretched out her right foot, and tapped the ground now and then.
"Come on, come on. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, seize my soul. If you can't take it away, then it'll be my turn to seize yours. Such a huge mess happened in the Fuliang Kingdom's royal family, yet you know nothing about it. Be careful Heaven might accuse you of dereliction of duty."
The enraged City God wasted no more words. He took out a brush and a book, aimed them at Bai Yujun, and made