Leisure V

On the Human Immortal Platform.

Zhang Rongfang pieced all the fragments back together, leaving only the last piece, which he set aside.

Strangely, these fragments seem to be magnetic, and they stick together on their own when brought close together.

But the copper-colored fragments he bought before didn't have this function.

This made Zhang Rongfang wonder if it was related to the fact that this Remnant God only had one statue left.

It was just getting light.

Generally Human Immortal Platform, unless there is something important, no one Society Master.

Those within the Human Immortal Temple generally dared not disturb him unless there was something important to discuss. His disciples, nephews, and subordinates, mostly of Blood Descendant, also disliked frequently facing Zhang Rongfang, their Blood Descendant progenitor.

The feeling that their safety could be at the mercy of the other party became increasingly clear to them as their control over their own blood grew stronger.

This feeling might be acceptable to ordinary people, because the sense of closeness due to blood ties can offset it.

However, anyone who practices martial arts, no matter how bad, has a much stronger will than the average person.

The sense of closeness felt even stranger when compared to before, and I knew it was due to the influence of blood ties.

So in the end, apart from two subordinates who were specifically responsible for guarding the entrance, there was no one else there.

Zhang Rongfang stood up and looked at the White Scale God statue in front of him.

"Now you can tell me, what exactly is this about Physical Body God?"

"..." White Scale God had already witnessed Zhang Rongfang's ruthlessness. He was willing to destroy people's foundations at the slightest disagreement, and he also had the protection of three Innate God.

Even if she wanted to resist, she was powerless to struggle.

"Since you have the protection of the three gods, why did you seek me out alone?" she asked in a deep voice. Her voice did not travel outwards, but entered Zhang Rongfang's mind directly.

This seems to be a power unique to the gods.

"I'm a little curious. The three gods on my body were actually found by chance. Especially the second one, the Wish Woman. I put in a lot of effort to get her. You know, there were quite a few of her followers lurking around back then. Just finding them and killing them all took me a long time," Zhang Rongfang sighed.

White Scale felt a chill run down her spine, if she could still feel cold.

"Don't be upset. This kind of thing should be a two-way street. You Gods and Buddhas and Buddhas have too many believers, so you don't cherish them anymore," Zhang Rongfang said. "Alright, I've reshaped your statue. Now you can answer my question."

"You call this reshaping? What about the other piece?" White Scale questioned.

"This piece, it depends on your performance." Zhang Rongfang smiled as he carefully put away the last fragment.

"..." A surge of anger rose within White Scale. In all her years, this was the first time she had ever seen someone who Worship God like this! No, this person didn't Worship God at all; he was just Walker Civilian Skill! Although she felt aggrieved, compared to being imprisoned and asleep for nearly a hundred years, the feeling of communicating with people was indeed much better than before.

White Scale suppressed his emotions.

What would you like to know?

How does one achieve Physical Body God?

"I don't know about the others, but I achieved the highest level of Spirit General, and then I obtained permission from the god of worship to be granted the Great Void Seed. I then planted it in my body, completely shedding my mortal flesh and blood, establishing a temple, receiving worship, and constructing my own Void."

"After succeeding, I will abandon my physical body, enter the Void, and become Physical Body God," White Scale replied.

"So, you were also a top-level Spirit General before?" Zhang Rongfang countered. "That doesn't seem like it. You..."

"What do you mean?!" White Scale roared. "Are you saying I'm stupid?!"

Quite perceptive.

Zhang Rongfang's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again.

"Another question: Can Gods and Buddhas actually descend directly? Where is your Void? And how do we enter it? Just how powerful are Gods and Buddhas? How much stronger are they than Spirit General?"

"Are you sure this is a question?" White Scale wasn't stupid after all; he'd just been asleep for too long and was a little slow to react. He immediately realized what was happening.

"Don't be like that. Sometimes it's good to play dumb. Sometimes if you speak too clearly, it won't look good Upper Capital anyone," Zhang Rongfang said.

White Scale was speechless in the face of such a despicable and shameless person.

If she could descend to earth right now, she would want to slap this guy to death immediately.

"Alright, but I'll only reply to you once. We can't descend directly; we can only do so through two methods: one is through a statue sculpted from these fragments of the Void, and the other is through the Great God Descent of the Spirit General. But the second method can only descend a small portion of it," White Scale said simply.

"As for the rest of the issues, you'll have to exchange them for something."

"Okay." Zhang Rongfang clapped his hands.

Immediately, a man came up from outside, gave him a few instructions, and then quickly went back down.

Not long after, the Daoist priest rushed up quickly, carrying a plate in his hand.

"Master, your order has arrived."

The plate was placed on a stone table next to the Terrace of Human Immortal Platform.

The stone table and chairs were specially made by Zhang Rongfang for resting purposes.

This is perfect for storing things.

On the plate was a serving of freshly taken-out Brain Flower.

Zhang Rongfang waved for the Daoist priest to leave. Then he walked to the side of the Brain Flower.

"Here, I'll treat you to Brain Flower."

White Scale: "This isn't human, is it!?"

"Just tell me if you're going to eat or not?" Zhang Rongfang retorted.

"..." White Scale felt a surge of hot tears welling up in his eyes from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the still fresh and tender Brain Flower on the plate, she suddenly felt an indescribable sadness fill her heart.

"Eat!" She tried to suppress her voice, trying not to let it tremble.

"Speaking of which, how do you eat?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Bring my statue closer," White Scale said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rongfang placed the statue on the edge of the Brain Flower.

Soon, from the top of the statue, right in the center of the single eye, a Silver Spirit Thread slowly flew out and precisely pierced the pig's brain.

Then Zhang Rongfang watched as the Brain Flower quickly dried up, lost moisture, and turned slightly black.

He stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"It seems you accept any kind of brain marrow," he thought, wondering if it was possible to raise pig brains on a large scale to offer to these Gods and Buddhas.

"Eating too much is not good," White Scale said coldly.

"What's wrong with that?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

But this time, White Scale didn't answer. No matter how Zhang Rongfang asked, he wouldn't say a word, clearly having completely withdrawn into himself.

Zhang Rongfang wasn't in a hurry. He put the statue away, and thinking that even with a missing piece, Spirit Thread could still fly out, he simply broke off another piece from the statue and put it away.

This ensures safety.

After doing all this, he got up and left, satisfied, taking the two fragments with him, and returned to Wu Mountain.

***In the southern part of Wushan Prefecture, inside a somewhat dark wooden bungalow.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, with her hair in Baozi, was playing with a small Wooden Puppet by the moonlight shining through the window, while waiting for her parents to come home from work.

She lives alone. Her parents recently found work because many houses in the vicinity of the city need to be rebuilt, and they often leave early and return late.

She often stayed alone in the house, bored, watching people pass by in the alley through the crack in the window.

Woof! Woof! Suddenly, a faint bark came from outside.

"Oh no, my Candied Hawthorn!" a little boy cried out anxiously.

"If you drop it, just buy another one. Stop barking. The dog already chewed it. Do you still want to eat it? The ground is so dirty." A woman's impatient voice came from outside.

The little boy continued to yell and scream, and then the woman forcibly dragged him away.

Only after everyone had gone far away did the little girl peek out through the crack in the window.

Sure enough, two bright red candied Candied Hawthorn were found lying on the ground.

A skinny old dog was munching on one of the candied hawthorns, completely oblivious to the dirt and grime that had gotten on the Candied Hawthorn.

With a creak, the little girl opened the door, darted out, picked up one of the Candied Hawthorns, and ran away.

The old dog barked at her twice, wanting to chase after her, but instead lowered its head and quickly gnawed on the Candied Hawthorn that was already in its mouth.

Inside the room, the girl held the Candied Hawthorn in her hand, wiped it on her clothes, rubbed it a few times with her hands, and then put it in her mouth and licked it.

"So sweet." She squinted her eyes with joy.

"If only I had lots and lots of candied Candied Hawthorn, I could eat them every day and have them as my main meal!"

"Is this your wish?" a voice suddenly came from the side.

The little girl was startled, and then noticed that the little Wooden Puppet she had picked up earlier had started to move.

It climbed up from the table, stretched its body, and moved its limbs.

"I've been watching you for a long time. You're a good child, so I've decided to grant you one wish," the Wooden Puppet said.

"The Wooden Puppet is talking!?" The little girl's eyes widened in surprise.

"If you are sincere and ask me, I will grant your wish," the Wooden Puppet replied.

"A wish? Really!?" the little girl exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course." The Wooden Puppet bowed slightly.

A short while later, a man dressed in black, carrying a hundred Candied Hawthorn, arrived at the door of the wooden house. He knocked on the door, placed all the Candied Hawthorn in front of the door, and turned to leave.

A short while later, after the man left, the little girl cautiously opened the door. Upon seeing the Candied Hawthorn, she exclaimed happily, hugged all the Candied Hawthorn inside, and tightly closed the door.

On a distant pavilion, Zhang Rongfang looked in this direction and sighed softly.

The little girl's wish was simply to have one hundred Candied Hawthorn. This was the first Child Wish be fulfilled, and it was also an extremely simple Child Wish.

Standing at the window on the third floor, he stretched out his hand, his fingertips stopping a beautiful, deep blue butterfly that was slowly flying in.

"Huh? Where did this butterfly come from?" Zhang Rongyu walked over and reached out to touch the Blue Butterfly, but it gently flapped its wings to avoid him and flew away.

"I don't know, maybe it's just that the weather is gradually changing with the season," Zhang Rongfang replied, turning his gaze away.

He has been looking for opportunities to fulfill his Child Wish these days.

But when the children heard his Wooden Puppet speak, they were either terrified or grabbed him and screamed to find an adult.

Some wishes were quite outrageous, like wanting the stars in the sky, wanting to go to the moon palace, wanting their deceased grandfather to come back to life, and so on—all completely impossible wishes. After searching for a long time, this was the only one with a reasonable price-performance ratio, so I consider it a success.