“So you’re telling me you randomly picked someone to possess?!”
Nash shouted angrily while simultaneously creating a force field with an energy level at the Mystique
Loyalty Realm.
Only Genii disciples from the Northeast could agree to have their bodies possessed by zoomorphic
deities.
If an ordinary person were to get possessed, they would no doubt
suffer side effects.
In mild cases, the person would have a fever or fall into aa. In serious cases, however, the
person’s soul and body might be disintegrated.
By randomly possessing an ordinary man, this indicated that the weasel hadpletely disregarded
the value of human life. That was
a great sin.
Feeling the terrifying force emanating from Nash, the weasel sho violently in fear and copsed to the
ground while pleading, “I wa wrong, Master Nash! I swear I won’t do it again. Please spare my life!
It took 500 years of training for a zoomorphic deity to transform into
a man.
That was a very long time, and the weasel simply did not have the
patience.
As such, it was very tempted to shorten its training duration, and one
way to do that was to seek mortal blessings.
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However, there were some tricks to it. It would have to ask a human if they looked like a human or a
God.
If the human said it looked like a God, the zoomorphic deity would increase its cultivation level, thus
shortening its training time.
However, the opposite was true if the human were to say the zoomorphic deity looked like a human.
As such, most zoomorphic deities who sought mortal blessings would use some tricks to disguise
themselves to make them look more like humans.
The weasel did the same, but its luck ran out when he ran into Nash. Nash was a Path master, so he
saw through its trick instantly.
Hesitating for a moment, Nash waved his hand and said, “Fine. Everybody makes mistakes, and I
know you’ve faced challenges during your training. I’ll let it slide this time, but if you ever do this again,
I’ll rip your soul into pieces!”
“Thank you, Master Nash! I’m eternally grateful!”
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The weasel bowed again repeatedly.
Zoomorphic deities like the weasel were dubbed the Great Immorta and were revered by all.
However, this did not apply to a Path master like Nash. The weasel
knew better.
The force field emanated from Nash was terrifying andparable
to those of the Greatest Deities. It was so scared that it almost shit
its pants.
It also decided to take its training seriously and never choose the easy way out again.
Seeing the weasel was genuinely remorseful, Nash’s expression softened as he asked, “Why did you
end up in the South?”
Genii disciples were typically Northeasterners, as this was all Northeastern folklore.
The folklore centered around the Five Great Immortals-the fox, the weasel, the hedgehog, the snake,
and the rat. These zoomorphic deities were only revered in the North because their followers, Genii
disciples, mainly resided there. As such, there was a much higher chance for them to receive offerings
at temples.
The weasel wailed, “Things are different now, Master Nash! Right after that exorcism ceremony that
you attended, an exorcist from the Young family came and started killing our followers one by one!
“He even forbade the establishment of any organizations and sects!
He has killed countless Genii disciples over thesest few years
deities like us! As such, we had no choice but to flee North. We
suffering there!”
At one point, the weasel even reached out a chubby paw to wipe aw
its tears.
Its big round eyes were shing with fear as it recounted the memory
Nash frowned and asked, “Why didn’t they tell anybody anything?”
While this folklore was not believed by many, Nash was sure the Path masters had an alliance
agreement with the Five Great Immortals at
one point in time.
Besides, if the Genii disciples were unable to resolve this crisis, they could always seek help from Path
masters or a Golden Amulet
Master like Nash.
Suddenly, the weasel stood in horror, its whole body shaking violently in fear as it slowly backed itself
against the wall. It then whispered, “H- He’sing… Please save me, Master Nash…”
Nash suddenly noticed the smell of fragrance in the air.
Divine Cauldron!
The Divine Cauldron appeared in Nash’s hand with just a thought.
Nash ced it on the weasel, creating an underground burrow at
least ten meters deep.
If not for the cauldron, the weasel would have most likely been
crushed into a meat paste.
“Oh?”
A surprised voice came from nowhere, followed by a tremendo
force field.
Eight Deste Crumbling Fist!
Nash punched upward.
A loud explosion was heard, and the walls shook severely.