The banknotes on the table kept piling up, a riot of colors.
Every so often, precious metals also fell out of thin air—gold chains, diamond rings, bracelets.
And, of course, bank cards.
Gu Qingshan picked up a credit card.
Shen Xue stared at it and said, "This card is maxed out—looks like your followers have even learned to spend beyond their means just to make offerings to you."
Gu Qingshan's brow twitched. He tossed the card back into the void.
"I don't really approve of spending beyond one's means for faith. If you truly have no money, offering me a flower or a leaf is just as wonderful, as long as it comes from the heart," he said earnestly.
Suddenly, Gu Qingshan felt something in his arms stir restlessly—
He immediately sent a warning through their shared thoughts: "Book of the Seabed, I've already let you in on the truth behind the One Person, Ten Thousand Lives Art. You can't take my money!"
The thing in his arms went rigid, then sheepishly shrank back.
Shen Xue glanced around.
Everyone had dropped to their knees, looking utterly terrified.
She lost interest.
"I'm leaving. Are you coming?" she asked.
"Yeah," Gu Qingshan replied.
"Then until next time," Shen Xue said.
"No need to say goodbye just yet. There's still a lot I haven't told you," Gu Qingshan said.
Shen Xue looked at him.
Gu Qingshan pointed at the money on the table. "You've told me so much, and I don't have anything to repay you with. This is the faith wealth I received from my followers on my first day as an Earth God. I'm giving it to you as a little gift."
Shen Xue looked at the pile of money.
Money wasn't all that important to gods, but in the mortal