"Immortal Green Ox, secretly amassing Merit? I have never heard of such a divine position in the Divine Court."
Su Qinghan stopped outside the temple, his clear eyes fixed on the soft layer of golden light. His fingers unconsciously twisted his sleeve, and ripples flashed faintly beneath his skin.
He had received orthodox instruction from the Divine Court and was exceptionally sensitive to the control of Merit and fortune. A note of rigor unconsciously entered his voice. "This should be reported to the Merit Department at once. Secretly amassing Merit is a grave crime. Without an ordainment from the Heavenly Court, without a divine office jade register, establishing a temple in private and accepting the faith of all living beings violates the Divine Court's iron laws."
Qin He's gaze fell upon the crude stone statue within the temple. A faint smile tugged at his lips, his tone casual yet incisive. "Its existence may not be reasonable, but if it exists, there must be a reason."
That simple sentence fell upon Su Qinghan's ears, yet for some reason, it sent a thread of chill crawling up his back.
His pupils contracted slightly. He abruptly raised his eyes toward that ramshackle temple, lowering his voice as he instinctively covered his mouth. "Could it be someone from the Divine Court..."
He did not dare speak the rest aloud.
That the gods of the Divine Court secretly harvested Merit was already an open secret.
Most gods still followed the rules. In the shadowed corners of official Divine Shrines, they would quietly erect hidden statues of themselves and silently reap fortune.
Yet this brazen act of establishing another temple in a Lower Realm city and gathering the faith of ten thousand people was practically an open challenge, setting up a rival court.
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