Sign-in! Book of Conferred Gods

As for the reason?

It was quite simple.

As the saying goes, fear stems from the unknown.

By the same token, mystery can also bring people greater awe and a wider space for imagination.

Lin Xiaoyao did not want to reveal his identity; he only wanted to act cool from the shadows and be a mastermind behind the scenes. There was nothing wrong with this plan, but it inadvertently added more mystery and absurd, bizarre legends to his name.

Wasn't there a saying in his past life: "Though I am not in the martial world, the world is full of legends about me"?

The current situation was much the same.

He had remained silent for two years, and while his reputation had stopped spreading outward, it had become increasingly prominent within the ten-thousand-mile radius of the cultivation world.

It had reached the point where it could stop children from crying at night... bah, I mean, it made demons and ghosts tremble in fear.

As for the cultivators, various rumors about him were circulating among them as well.

Whenever something incredible happened in the cultivation world, it would inexplicably be linked to him.

And as time passed, his fame in this ten-thousand-mile radius gradually spread from the cultivation world to the mortal realm.

No one knew exactly who had started it.

Unlike the cultivators, mortals were even more superstitious about these tales of immortals and ghosts.

And then...

"Have you heard? In many of the county towns and post stations nearby, they have already built temples for that immortal founder, and on the first and fifteenth of every lunar month, the incense offerings are endless."

"It's not just nearby. Senior Brother Zhao went out traveling recently, and according to him, all the cities and towns within a ten-thousand-mile radius have built temples for our sect's immortal founder. The people who go to worship every day are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river..."

Lin Xiaoyao finished cleaning the Founder's Shrine and went out for a stroll, only to receive news that caught him completely off guard.

Lin Xiaoyao couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder.

He hadn't done anything in the last two years; he had just stayed in the sect, signing in and living the happy life of a parasite. How had his fame grown so large?

Not only did everyone in the cultivation world fear him, but mortals outside had actually started building temples for him?

And the incense was flourishing?

And it was quite efficacious?

As long as one was sincere, they would receive a response?

Is this for real? How come I don't know about this? Who have I been responding to?

Lin Xiaoyao was speechless.

However, beyond the surprise and amusement, he couldn't help but feel a little smug.

He was actually being worshipped as an immortal!

Hmm, although for someone like him who possessed the fruit of a Saint, a mere immortal was not worth mentioning, why did he still feel a little pleasantly surprised to hear such news?

In short, it was quite satisfying and secretly gratifying.

Moreover, what put Lin Xiaoyao at ease was that although his fame was growing and was no longer limited to the cultivation world—with even mortals bowing down and believing in him without doubt—it had not spread any further. It had only risen to prominence within this ten-thousand-mile radius, making his name thunderous in the ears of those nearby.

This still left him very satisfied.

Because in this way, he could satisfy his vanity without worrying about attracting some big shot from the outside world due to being too high-profile.

Therefore, it could be called killing two birds with one stone.

It proved that his two years of lying low had been highly effective.

Lin Xiaoyao was very satisfied.

Afterward, he returned to his courtyard.

He first claimed his sign-in reward from the system and tossed the Phoenix Egg into the system space.

After all, this was a divine bird of the immortals; it would not hatch overnight.

Now, Lin Xiaoyao had more important things to do, or rather, he had encountered something that interested him even more.

"Countless temples have actually been built for me in cities and towns within a ten-thousand-mile radius."

While this made Lin Xiaoyao secretly pleased, it also left him unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.

Then, a playful impulse took hold of him.

He had heard that these temples were all flourishing with incense and that people went there in an endless stream to pray.

He wondered what they were asking for?

Lin Xiaoyao was extremely curious.

He closed his eyes and began to rummage through his system space.

Over these years, he had signed in every single day, rain or shine, never missing a single one.

He had truly obtained quite a few treasures.

However, because his standards were incredibly high, he had no use for most of them. Fortunately, the system space was infinitely vast, so he had just tossed them inside.

He hadn't bothered to organize them over the years either.

Treasures that would drive cultivators in the outside world into a frenzy were treated by him like discarded shoes, left to pile up into mountains.

Trying to find something now was actually a bit of a headache.

While it wasn't quite as exaggerated as looking for a needle in a haystack, an ordinary mortal would certainly need ten days or half a month to find anything.

Fortunately, his divine sense was powerful, so it only took him about half a quarter of an hour.

Then, a thick book appeared in his hand.

Book of Conferred Gods

There were many types of cultivation.

The most common was physical cultivation.

So-called physical cultivation referred to absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth, consuming spiritual pills and medicines, and utilizing talismans and magic treasures to improve one's realm and cultivation base, advancing step by step from Qi Refining to Mahayana.

There was another type, known as the gods of mountains and rivers.

In reality, most were just minor demons.

Yet, they did not commit evil; instead, they protected the peace of a region.

They would occasionally manifest small miracles or supernatural powers, leading mortals to build temples for them.

They enjoyed the offerings of incense and worship.

Occasionally, when within their power, they would fulfill small requests for the mortals who came to pray.

In this way, by utilizing the power of incense and wishes, they could also improve their cultivation.

Of course, this was still different from the orthodox gods conferred by the Heavenly Court, and the scope they governed—or rather, could influence—was extremely narrow.

While utilizing the power of incense and wishes could improve one's cultivation, it was actually very slow.

Aside from those who were truly lazy, most of these mountain spirits and water monsters still practiced cultivation themselves; for them, incense was merely an auxiliary, better than nothing.

Lin Xiaoyao couldn't remember exactly when he had signed in for this Book of Conferred Gods.

At the time, he felt it was useless and had casually tossed it into the system space.

Now, he had fished it out.

Then, he spoke, "System, I want to cultivate."

As soon as the words fell, the Book of Conferred Gods in his hand transformed into a beam of white light, merging into the sea of consciousness between his brows.

In an instant, Lin Xiaoyao's mind was flooded with knowledge related to divine path cultivation.

Moreover, he mastered it completely.

"So that's how it is."

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a look of eagerness on his face.

But don't misunderstand; Lin Xiaoyao actually had no interest in so-called divine path cultivation. Possessing the status of a Saint, he naturally wouldn't covet that tiny bit of incense and wish power from the masses.

His series of actions just now were actually driven by curiosity.

Lin Xiaoyao wanted to see the countless temples that people had built for him across the vast expanse of ten thousand miles, in cities, towns, and even village outposts.

It was said that they were bustling with noise and excitement, with an endless stream of people offering incense and prayers. That raised the question: what were they praying to him for? Lin Xiaoyao's curiosity had been piqued, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.