You Are a God, Then What Am I?

According to the old monk's explanation, all of Zhao Huaian's doubts were resolved.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

So it was just a strange spiritual creature with little combat power.

This old monk was quite ridiculous, actually worshipping it as a deity.

With a look of pity at the old monk, Zhao Huaian thrust his sword forward, sending his soul to the west to meet the so-called Buddha.

The old monk also found release.

At the moment of death, the flesh and blood on his entire body rapidly shriveled, turning into a skeleton wrapped in skin in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhao Huaian frowned slightly and looked down at the ground.

He saw that countless flesh and blood on the ground were slowly flowing, surging towards the dark chamber.

Zhao Huaian pursued closely.

He wanted to see what this strange spiritual creature, which had become a flower spirit, truly was.

Following the flowing flesh and blood.

Zhao Huaian soon arrived in a spacious secret room.

There, a vibrant red, extremely alluring flower was enshrined.

And the flowing flesh and blood was constantly heading towards its roots.

"Someone's here! Someone's here!"

"Immortal Master, save us!"

"We were all tricked here by that old monk!"

Seeing that the person walking in was not the old monk, but a handsome young man, the young boys and girls immediately shouted excitedly.

"Shut up. If you want to live, don't make a racket here."

Zhao Huaian rebuked them.

The crying and shouting of these young boys and girls, one after another, were truly noisy and bothered him.

After being rebuked by Zhao Huaian, the young boys and girls quickly covered their mouths, not daring to make another sound.

Perhaps they were frightened by Zhao Huaian's imposing manner, or perhaps it was the influence of the old monk's previous tyranny.

"Child! Surrender to me. Offer me the flesh and blood of those with spiritual roots, and I will make you the strongest being in this world."

Just as Zhao Huaian was frowning and examining the vibrant red flower, an ancient voice sounded in his ear.

The voice naturally came from the flower.

This made him even more curious: "What exactly are you?"

"Me? I am a messenger of God. I am God's substitute in the mortal world. As long as you worship me, you will gain God's power!"

The ancient voice sounded again.

As the voice fell, its petals trembled, and one detached, fluttering towards Zhao Huaian.

"Eat it, become my follower, and God's power will descend."

The voice, full of temptation, continued to ring out.

Looking at the blood-red petal slowly flying towards him in the air.

Zhao Huaian shook his head. Sword energy flickered in his hand, directly slicing the incoming petal into pieces.

Countless petal fragments fell to the ground and, the next moment, turned into a pool of blood.

Zhao Huaian looked closely.

He saw countless dense, tiny insects writhing within the blood.

"This is the so-called power of God?"

Zhao Huaian sneered.

He wasn't stupid.

When he saw the old monk turn into a shriveled skeleton after death, he had already understood.

This so-called heaven-sent power was merely a means for this strange flower-like entity to control others.

Although it might have the ability to improve cultivation, what was the point of having high cultivation if one was controlled by it?

"You dare to damage God's gift, you deserve to die, you absolutely deserve to die!"

The ancient voice became somewhat angry.

Zhao Huaian looked around vigilantly.

But he detected no danger, only the powerless angry voice echoing in the air.

"Uninteresting... Putting on a show!"

Zhao Huaian breathed a sigh of relief. Flames spread from his hand, and a massive fireball instantly enveloped the entire secret chamber.

"No!!! You can't do this to God, you can't do this to God's messenger!"

The aged voice turned from rage to terror.

However, the only response was the fireball crashing down, then turning into raging flames that burned fiercely on him.

"God? Hahaha... If you're God, then what am I?"

Looking at the flower that had been burned to ashes, Zhao Huaian let out a cold, mocking laugh.

After dealing with the bizarre flower, Zhao Huaian turned his head to look at the group of trembling young boys and girls.

This group of children was about eight or nine years old.

If they waited another two years, by the time the Greenwood Sect recruited outer disciples, they would likely be able to participate in the Greenwood Sect's assessment and selection.

"Immortal Master... can you save us and let us leave?" Looking at Zhao Huaian's gaze, one of the sallow-faced children mustered up the courage to ask.

Zhao Huaian nodded. With a wave of his sword energy, he directly broke the restraints that imprisoned them.

"Hurry and leave. I've already killed that old monk. From now on, besides the Greenwood Sect, never trust anyone else who comes specifically to recruit disciples."

After escorting the children out of Clear Wind Temple, Zhao Huaian looked at them and urged them, considering it a good deed.

If nothing unexpected happened, these children with spiritual roots would all participate in the Greenwood Sect's assessment and selection in two years.

If there were any with excellent spiritual roots, his current act of kindness would surely bring him benefits in the future.

"Thank you for your reminder, Immortal Master!"

They all knelt respectfully on the ground and kowtowed three times to Zhao Huaian.

"Go, go! Once you reach the foot of the mountain, go find someone. Whether you can get home smoothly depends on how clever you are."

Zhao Huaian waved his hand.

He had done everything he could. He had rescued them and given them some advice.

As for escorting all these children back to their respective homes one by one, there was no need for that at all.

He, Zhao Huaian, was not their nanny.

The children nodded and helped each other as they ran down the mountain.

Watching their retreating backs, Zhao Huaian shook his head. However, he did not leave. Instead, he returned to Clear Wind Temple.

Previously, Zhao Huaian had searched the old monk's body but had not found a storage bag.

This left him somewhat unwilling to give up.

After all, the old monk had been entrenched here for many years. Even if he didn't have a storage bag, there must be other cultivation items hidden here.

With a "let's give it a try" mentality.

Zhao Huaian searched quickly and soon found a hidden compartment in the previous secret chamber.

Inside the hidden compartment was a wooden box.

Zhao Huaian took it out and opened the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box lay a yellowed book and an item wrapped in red cloth.

Zhao Huaian first took out the yellowed book. On it were written the six characters "Huai'an Water Region Love History."

He curiously opened it and took a look.

"Such filth?"

Upon seeing the contents, Zhao Huaian's face immediately showed disdain. He threw the yellowed book into his storage bag with one hand.

Then, he picked up the item wrapped in red cloth.

He lifted the red cloth and his face lit up with surprise when he saw the item inside.