Eighth Sister Had Learned Some New Tricks

They are the chosen Divine Guard of this year, also known as Divine Protector, Divine General, or whatever.

The procession to welcome the gods is not just a parade or a spectacle.

People along the way came forward to kowtow, pray, and plead, crowding together, which easily led to chaos.

The duty of the Divine Guard is to protect the gods and ensure their safe passage through the entire journey.

According to the old custom, if the god is male, his Divine Guard will be female; if the god is female, his Divine Guard will be male.

The candidate for this round is Qin Wangchuan, and naturally, all the people in front of him are women.

He had only taken a few steps when a girl blocked his way.

Qin Wangchuan recognized this face.

They were colleagues when they taught at the academy. I ran into Uncle Li at his bookstore a few times, and he also visited my home twice. However, I never really got along with Qin Zhaoer.

I vaguely remember that his surname was Zhong.

"We've been waiting for you!" Miss Zhong greeted her with a beaming smile. "We've been waiting for you, the Protagonist!"

"Thank you for your trouble." Qin Wangchuan nodded. "I'll need your continued care along the way."

"Of course, it's my duty." Waving her hand, Miss Zhong looked him up and down again, her eyebrows curving into a smile. "Speaking of which, a few days ago a group of people in town got together and were guessing who would be the next God of War."

"Opinions varied widely, and the argument was fierce."

"I said it right then and there—if Qin Wangchuan's name is on the list, then it's definitely him."

"The others weren't Qi Ingestion and insisted on betting with me."

At this point, a hint of pride appeared in her eyes, and she pulled a small packet of candied fruit from her sleeve and handed it to him.

"Here, the winnings. Half for each of us, let's share the joy."

Qin Wangchuan didn't take it, but gently shook his head.

"There's no reason for me to share your prize. Keep it for yourself."

The words were spoken politely, but the meaning of polite refusal was quite clear.

Miss Zhong's outstretched hand stopped, and the bright light in her eyes dimmed.

But only for a moment, and then he casually withdrew his hand, peeled a candied fruit and popped it into his mouth, his smile undiminished.

"Indeed, you're a god today, how could you possibly steal this little bit of sweetness from me?"

After the joke, she looked up at me, her voice softening.

"The Welcoming Deity Festival lasts a whole day and night, and you can't even speak. It's exhausting."

"I know you're usually very composed. But this journey has been so long, if you're really feeling uncomfortable holding it in..."

"It's okay if you whisper a few words to me."

His words remained as straightforward and generous as ever, but the underlying concern seemed even more genuine than before.

Qin Wangchuan listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

Having lived two lives, how could one not see the sentiment hidden beneath such cheerful laughter?

The girl in front of me is bright, generous, and impeccable in her manners; she is a rare find.

It is precisely because she is so good to him that he is even more unwilling to hold her back.

The thought crossed Qin Wangchuan's mind. He wanted to gently reject the other party's feelings before they could make their intentions clear.

But before he could even speak...

Qin Zhaoer suddenly burst in from nowhere, squeezed between the two, and pointed a finger directly at the tip of their noses.

"Hey, you surnamed Zhong, what do you want?!"

Miss Zhong was taken aback by this sudden, unexpected pointing finger, but then chuckled and wasn't annoyed.

"What could I possibly want to do?" She calmly stepped back half a step, poised and graceful. "As a Divine Guard, I'm just giving a few words of advice on my duty."

"It's my duty?" Qin Zhaoer stood with her hands on her hips, puffing out her cheeks angrily. "You—"

"Eighth Sister."

Before she could finish speaking, Qin Wangchuan called out to her from behind.

It wasn't heavy, but it made her choke.

No matter what, being so aggressive in front of so many people is going too far.

Miss Zhong didn't argue with her, but just smiled and nodded slightly to Qin Wangchuan, her demeanor composed.

"Welcoming the gods is the priority, you two go ahead with your business. I will take care of everything along the way."

Having said that, he turned around and went off to make arrangements without any hesitation.

That measured and dignified demeanor only made Qin Zhaoer's aggressiveness seem somewhat unseemly.

Qin Zhaoer pouted, knowing she had gone a bit too far, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She glared fiercely at the back of the figure and then grabbed Qin Wangchuan's sleeve.

"Let's go, let's go look at clothes!"

She pulled him into the inner room, where the dress was hanging quietly on the rack.

Qin Wangchuan was slightly taken aback when he saw it.

It was a long robe with a moon-white background, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns in silver thread, winding down from the shoulders, looking from a distance like clouds slowly moving on the robe.

It exudes an air of dominance yet also ethereal beauty; beneath its grandeur lies a transcendent quality. Hanging there, it already possesses a divine quality that seems otherworldly.

"How was it?" Qin Zhaoer tilted her head back, full of pride. "I told you the effect was amazing, I wasn't lying, was I?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't answer immediately. He took a few steps forward and examined the object closely.

After a long pause, he turned his head and asked her.

Which parts were you responsible for?

That's a very pertinent question.

Qin Zhaoer's eyes lit up, and she immediately came over, pointing to the clothes and counting them one by one.

"Here, here, and this cloud pattern—I sewed them all by hand!"

"Look closely, isn't it much more exquisite than what others have made?"

Qin Wangchuan looked in the direction she pointed.

I'm not bragging.

The places she pointed to had fine, even stitches and smooth lines, making them significantly more exquisite than the other areas.

He looked at it for a while and nodded.

"Your skills are not bad." He then added casually, "But cultivation is not something you should use for this kind of thing."

"Cultivation level?"

Qin Zhaoer scoffed and put her hands on her hips.

"You think I'm being lazy? Every single stitch was sewn by me, one by one!"

"... Sewed by hand?"

This time, Qin Wangchuan was genuinely surprised.

He looked up at Qin Zhaoer, who met his gaze openly and confidently, without a trace of guilt in her eyes.

She really did sew it stitch by stitch.

After a moment of stunned silence, a feeling of indescribable relief welled up inside me.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze softened, a rare occurrence for him.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Qin Zhaoer's head.

"Eighth Sister has become quite capable."

"That's amazing."

Upon being praised like that, Qin Zhaoer was first taken aback, then tilted her head back, her eyes shining like stars, and she felt as if she were floating on air.

"That's right! Don't you even know who did it!"

Despite his boastful words, he didn't flinch at all as his hair was ruffled.

After the commotion subsided, Qin Wangchuan's gaze returned to the clothes.

Recalling Dragon Scale, he suddenly said.

"Black looks better."

"I'm used to it."

"You can't wear black on an occasion like this," Qin Zhaoer pouted, but then added after a pause, "... I'll make you a new outfit when we get back to the Immortal Court!"

This time, Qin Wangchuan did not refuse.

That's considered an agreement.

The two were arguing when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

"We've finally found it!"

A man who looked like a manager came running from afar, shouting from a distance.

"The time is almost up, why are you still here?"

"Hurry, hurry, we need to quickly wash up, change clothes, put on makeup, and get ready. We'll be setting off soon!"

Before the words were even finished, the person was already in front of him, and without saying a word, pulled Qin Wangchuan inside.

Almost simultaneously, someone else came looking for Qin Zhaoer from the other side.

Of course, she also signed up to be a Divine Guard, and even managed to get a position closest to Qin Wangchuan by taking advantage of her connections.

"Miss Zhong and the others are all here, only you are missing. The Divine Guard, hurry up and assemble!"

Qin Zhaoer responded, took two steps, then turned back and called out to Qin Wangchuan.

"Just you wait! This outfit of mine will definitely make you the envy of everyone today!"

Having said that, he dashed off after the man.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head as he listened.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she did all of it.

And so, the two parted ways and headed towards where they had started.

The welcoming of the gods is about to begin.