Mu Feng gently closed his eyes. "I imagine that over the past few days, Senior has also been observing my actions and formed his own opinion of what kind of person I am."
Electrolux fell somewhat silent. Just as Mu Feng had said, he had been observing his conduct these past few days. Having suffered betrayal after betrayal, he had long since become unable to trust anyone; he could only trust what he saw with his own eyes.
Seeing that Electrolux said nothing, Mu Feng began recounting his story to himself. Aside from that one drastic upheaval, however, his first eleven years of life had been utterly unremarkable. After hearing Mu Feng's brief account, Electrolux sank into silence.
Mu Feng spoke slowly and calmly, yet Electrolux could sense the unusual emotions hidden beneath the surface. It was far more than ordinary hatred; it carried a deeply complex meaning.
At the end of the story, Mu Feng showed Electrolux the dark purple Angel Martial Soul on his left hand.
Electrolux could sense that one of the two masses of light beneath Mu Feng's golden sea of consciousness had the same aura as the martial soul on his left hand. The other, brimming with evil energy, was presumably the curse Mu Feng had said had been planted within him.
Having confirmed Mu Feng's words, Electrolux sighed softly. "Do not let your own emotions cloud your judgment because of this."
Mu Feng said firmly, "I won't. I have my own things to do."
Xiao Hei and Little White had always followed Mu Feng's orders, remaining at bases scattered around Shrek City's outskirts. They arrived quickly, and in a small compartment, Mu Feng took off Shrek's white uniform and donned black robes once more with the two of them.
Over those seven days, Mu Feng did not travel too far. He merely wandered around the three great empires. Along the way, aside from the occasional low-level soul beast, he passed through several remote mountain villages.
Whenever he entered one of those isolated villages, Mu Feng would remove his black cloak and pose as a mercenary hunting soul beasts. At roughly one meter seventy-five tall, along with a little makeup, he was more than enough to leave the villagers unable to tell truth from falsehood.
Mu Feng used the corpses of several soul beasts as payment to stay in those small mountain villages. The simple villagers did everything they could to entertain the three generous guests.
Because of the surrounding rugged mountains and the soul beasts that appeared from time to time, only once or twice each week would the village chief organize everyone to travel together to a nearby border city to sell furs. If the weather was harsh and the muddy roads became impassable, they could only remain trapped in the mountain village.
"Lord Maplewood, have a drink."
An elderly man held a cup out before Mu Feng with both hands.
Mu Feng sat beside the bonfire, flames flickering in his eyes as his mind wandered elsewhere. Only after the village chief finished speaking did he come back to himself. Smiling faintly, he accepted the cup.
"Maplewood" was the alias he had adopted for this journey.
By coincidence, when Mu Feng arrived at this village, a hundred-year Thousand Jun Ant was attempting to attack it. Since the village often suffered soul beast attacks, it had long ago been built like a fortress. One or two ordinary soul beasts would find it extremely difficult to break into the village.
However, Thousand Jun Ants were pack soul beasts, and it had more than a dozen ten-year Thousand Jun Ants under its command. Nearly twenty soul beasts surrounded the village on all sides. There were only seven or eight Soul Masters in the village, each merely in their teens in level, and they could only barely defend themselves using the village's fortifications.
Even if Mu Feng had not acted, the villagers could have resisted the soul beasts' attack, though casualties would have been unavoidable. With the thought of doing one good deed a day to accumulate great virtue, Mu Feng used a Sin-Breaking Flying Blade to kill the leader of the ant swarm. The remaining Thousand Jun Ants, left leaderless, quickly scattered.
As the one who had helped the village out of its predicament, Mu Feng was naturally seated in the place of honor at the bonfire celebration. In particular, the miraculous sight of him appearing like a descending angel after releasing his martial soul brought immense shock to this secluded mountain village. Some elderly villagers even came respectfully before Mu Feng and devoutly bowed to him three times.
Just as Mu Feng was about to explain, a strange current coursed through his entire body. Electrolux suddenly spoke as well. "Little fellow, the power of this mass of Holy Light seems to have increased slightly."
Having long bathed in the Holy Light, Electrolux was more sensitive than Mu Feng to its changes. Since it concerned the progress of restoring his soul power, Electrolux immediately told Mu Feng about this development.
The reason Mu Feng had been distracted just now was that he was investigating what had caused this change. After repeatedly confirming it, he found that nothing unusual had happened except for the elderly villagers murmuring prayers for him.
During that time, several warm and lively young women swayed their slender, graceful waists as they invited Mu Feng to dance. Mu Feng politely refused them all, continuing to discuss the matter with Electrolux.
Electrolux offered a simple and effective way to determine the answer. "Try it again."
Mu Feng acted rather strangely throughout the night, to the point that the village chief worried this guest was dissatisfied with the village's hospitality. When Mu Feng prepared to leave early the next morning, the chief repeatedly apologized.
Mu Feng comforted the village chief a little. Then, relying on his memories of that night, he specifically visited the elderly people who had prayed for him before leaving. He gave them some gifts, spoke with them for a while, and only then departed.
Most of those elderly people were alone. Their families and children had either died of illness due to the poor medical conditions in the mountains, or been killed by soul beasts while hunting.
Mu Feng's methods were quite simple. He imitated the tactics of salesmen from his previous life who specifically targeted elderly people left behind in rural areas to sell health products. He showed these elders warmth and concern, and he even possessed an advantage those salesmen did not: he truly had an angelic miracle.
At the end of his visit, Mu Feng took some food from his ring and distributed it among the elderly. He also released Star Spirit's Grace over a wide area. Every elder bathed in the Sacred Radiance felt their hands and feet become much lighter.
They took it as the holy descent of an angel and, without prior arrangement, devoutly prayed to the Angel Martial Soul behind Mu Feng that had cast down Holy Light. After Mu Feng left the village with his two followers, Electrolux, who had been observing the changes in the Holy Light, said, "The power of this light has risen by a few more degrees, but it has now fallen back to the strength it had this morning."
As Mu Feng traveled, he pondered for a moment before saying, "In other words, the initial increase in power remains. If the power of the Holy Light is to grow permanently, each person can only be effective once. But repeated prayers can bring a temporary increase."
Electrolux agreed. "Mm, your guess should be correct."
Yet Mu Feng remained deeply confused by this change in the Holy Light. Electrolux, however, who stood only half a step away from entering a god position, possessed insight far beyond Mu Feng's.
Electrolux said, "Changes not caused by one's own strength, especially Faith Power, are often tied to one thing."
Mu Feng asked doubtfully, "What thing?"
"Divine power." Electrolux slowly uttered the two words.
Upon hearing that, Mu Feng suddenly understood. He recalled that the Sea God Position was like this as well. Not only did it have Sea God Island as its sacred core, but it also gathered the faith of countless sea Soul Masters.
However, Mu Feng remembered that neither the Sea God's Nine Trials nor the Angel God's Nine Trials had been like his own. He quickly told Electrolux the legends of the Sea God and Angel God from Douluo Continent, mixing in details of the Sea God's Nine Trials that only he himself knew.
After pondering for a while, Electrolux said thoughtfully, "If all the legends you spoke of are true, then you are not undergoing the test of a god position."
Electrolux spoke gravely. "You are creating a new law-based god position."
Yet Mu Feng was somewhat puzzled. He knew that the Angel God Position in the Divine Realm had merely lost its inheritance; the god position itself had not vanished. If Electrolux was right, then what he was creating could not possibly be the law of the Angel God Position.
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