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Huang Shang held his pen, gazing at the surrounding misty fog as he waited calmly.

As expected, another group of Reincarnators took him away.

In doing so, he had not only helped Xu Feng and Xu Yue resolve an enemy ambush but also freed himself from Xu Yue's constant surveillance.

Two birds with one stone.

However, this was not without its risks.

Although the probability was minuscule, if he were to encounter a lunatic who, upon meeting Huang Shang, decided to kill him rather than attempt a contract, he would be helpless.

Huang Shang knew that his true self remained outside the realm; if the Huang Shang identity died, his soul would be unable to return, and he would truly be gone.

Strength is insufficient, so it is inevitable that others are the butchers and I am the fish.

Do not be discouraged; this is only the beginning!

Huang Shang quickly adjusted his mindset.

This was already quite good.

What kind of place was the Main God Temple?

Survival of the fittest, natural selection!

Every Reincarnator had walked the path from a weak, precarious beginning; who hadn't experienced such times?

If Huang Shang were a Reincarnator, even if these Star-level powerhouses were restricted by the rules of the Main God Temple and couldn't kill him directly, they would have plenty of ways to deal with him if they truly harbored murderous intent.

That would be the true state of having one's life beyond one's own control.

Therefore, he was very fortunate to have been able to choose this unique path.

Since he was taking risks anyway, why not choose the one with the greater potential reward?

Sure enough, half an hour later, the fog suddenly trembled, and the sounds of intense fighting drifted over.

Then, they grew clearer and clearer.

Yang Tianbao and Gong Huang are putting on a show, heh...

Huang Shang felt assured, knowing he was no longer in danger, and watched their performance in silence.

Soon, a short figure appeared, charging toward him with a ferocious expression.

As a foul wind hit his face, Huang Shang played along with the performance, his Zhuge Pen swishing to write two large characters.

It was still Thunder in the Sky, the Great Power Hexagram!

His path of Literary Qi relied entirely on self-realization; he couldn't become a master overnight and had to take it one step at a time.

All techniques were mastered through practice, and Huang Shang's talent was peerless. This time, he channeled all his Literary Qi into the Great Power Hexagram, making it seem as if thunder were truly rolling in the heavens—magnificent and vast.

"No way, how long has this guy been cultivating?"

Tu Xingsun, bearing the brunt of the attack, couldn't help but reveal a trace of astonishment.

This power was nothing in the eyes of a Star-level powerhouse like him, but when he considered how long they had been in the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils world, it was different.

Even if the Queen and the Prince had found Huang Shang on the very first day and taught him cultivation methods, this man had started as a scholar with no strength to truss a chicken and had only been cultivating for two months at most!

To possess such combat power in two months—at this rate, how long would it take for Huang Shang to become an expert comparable to a Star-level Reincarnator?

It would likely be shorter than anyone expected!

Shockingly short!

Grandmaster-level talent combined with a high-tier inheritance was truly terrifying!

If I could contract him...

At this moment, even Tu Xingsun couldn't help but harbor a glimmer of extravagant hope and regret.

But immediately, he cast the thought aside.

Compared to other Star-level powerhouses, Tu Xingsun had one greatest advantage.

It wasn't his mastery of earth-escaping techniques, but his self-awareness.

Every Reincarnator knew just how difficult it was to contract a character card.

Out of ten, not even one succeeded.

But Reincarnators, especially Star-level ones who had achieved some success, were all brimming with confidence.

They all had the same thought: what others couldn't do, I could!

And if one didn't even dare to try, they were destined to fail forever!

To succeed, one indeed needed such confidence and courage.

However, Tu Xingsun felt that rather than attempting that ethereal character card, it was better to go for something practical.

For instance, Reincarnation Points.

That was the most fundamental currency of the Main God Temple.

We keep our feet on the ground.

"Die!"

Thinking that three thousand Reincarnation Points were about to be his, Tu Xingsun straightened his posture, donned the standard expression of a villain, and let out a sharp shout. His five fingers curled into claws, swatting aside the Zhuge Pen as he lunged for Huang Shang's face.

Huang Shang could not dodge. Just as the crisis reached its peak, Wu Que and Nightingale descended from the left and right like divine soldiers, each unleashing their most elegant and aesthetically pleasing ultimate techniques upon Tu Xingsun's back.

Tu Xingsun spat out a mouthful of blood with a wail, let out a shrill scream, and abruptly burrowed into the ground. Before vanishing, he did not forget to deliver the classic line: "I will be back!"

You should have spun away, turned into a speck of light on the horizon, and then said that line...

Huang Shang mused internally, watching as Wu Que and Nightingale rushed over as if competing in a race.

Logically speaking, Wu Que was on the ancient martial arts side and Nightingale was on the magic side; the former should have had the advantage.

Yet, Nightingale employed some unknown method, and Wu Que was firmly overtaken. She rushed toward Huang Shang, trailing a fragrant breeze.

Maintaining his persona, Huang Shang felt his face flush slightly and retreated half a step.

Nightingale stood prettily and giggled: "Are you serious about that half-step retreat?"

Huang Shang put on a look of bewilderment, struggling hard to suppress a laugh.

He wasn't afraid of people like Xu Feng, who communicated in broken Mandarin, but he was wary of those who didn't play by the rules.

Actors can break character and laugh too, you know!

Nightingale took off her cloak as if breaking a seal, her personality instantly reverting to the goofy style of the Earth era. Only after the words left her mouth did she realize she was facing an ancient person and couldn't use the overly familiar style of the Western world. She hurriedly crossed her hands and assumed a ladylike posture: "This humble girl was rude. That person just now was a Western Xia spy hiding in the Worry-Free Cave. Fortunately, Young Master is heroic and drew him out. Are you injured, Young Master?"

Western Xia: ???

Why is everyone a Western Xia spy?

Regardless of the Reincarnators pinning every disaster on Western Xia, Nightingale looked at Huang Shang's capable and handsome face, feeling increasingly delighted.

With this grandmaster by her side, her spellcasting would be much safer in the future. One physical, one magical—a powerful combination. Their strength would more than double!

Not to mention, he was easy on the eyes!

As for how to form a contract?

She was a cute girl!

Cute girls can do whatever they want!

Huang Shang was still young and not a monk who had renounced all worldly desires; he would certainly be prone to developing a favorable impression of a beauty.

In fact, even monks nowadays married.

In the Great Xiangguo Temple, there were quite a few monks with beautiful, delicate wives.

Those without hair had their romantic escapades; those with rooms had their living Buddhas.

The pairings of "Master Fond of Red and Green" and "Buddhist Sisters-in-law" were described in detail in the Records of the Strange and Extraordinary.

That Abbot Xuan Ci of the Shaolin Temple had a secret affair with Ye Erniang—perhaps it was because he saw how well the monks in the capital lived and felt envious.

Since even monks couldn't resist beauties, scholars were even less likely to.

"Naive!"

But Wu Que watched from the side with cold eyes, not in a hurry.

Nightingale wanted to split the three thousand Reincarnation Points with him, and after consideration, he had agreed.

On one hand, three thousand Reincarnation Points were indeed too high for him to bear alone; they could share the risk.

On the other hand, he was confident that no matter how petite and cute Nightingale was, she didn't understand the temperament of the ancients as well as he did.

This was the Song Dynasty!

Huang Shang was a Confucian!

Even if women of the Northern Song were not as conservative as later generations imagined, Huang Shang could not possibly accept Nightingale's Western-style openness.

Besides, Wu Que had a trump card.

Hidden in his sleeve was a secret manual, which he stroked with his fingers, unable to bear parting with it.

Every time he touched this Bright Jade Art, he remembered that escape under the setting sun—that was his lost youth.

He had been annoyed when he couldn't sell this manual before, but now it seemed that there was a hidden providence; it had all been arranged!

"Farewell, Bright Jade Art. To trade you for a grandmaster is no loss!"

"My future shall be guarded by Huang Shang!"

Thanks to book friends "Brother Tutu," "Heaven Crystal Hun Tian Treasure Mirror," "Manager Tiao Pi," "Magical Toad," "Book Friend 161215212016249," "Goal Is To Watch Stars," "Baby Rain Butterfly," "Yangyang Xiaoxian Da," "Grip of the Lonely Ghost," and "Dao Resident" for their tips.