"How could this be?" Yaohua walked over in surprise. She touched it with her hand, then turned to look at Chongming. "Master, it's really alive!"
Chongming's expression was unfathomable. He nodded slightly and then led the group back to the prefect's mansion.
In the flower hall.
"We won't hold you accountable for what happened before. I'll let you go today. As long as you work for us from now on, you can have as many people as you want."
Hearing the voice inside, Yaohua was about to go in when a barrier rose at her feet.
Chongming looked calm, as if the barrier at Yaohua's feet had nothing to do with him.
"Aren't you afraid of the Supreme God finding out what you're doing, Prefect?"
It's the False God!
No wonder the crops have come back to life!
Someone must have released her!
Yaohua gritted her teeth in anger. She had thought the prefect was a reasonable man, but it turned out he was two - faced, saying one thing to people's faces and doing another behind their backs!
"I have my own ways to deceive the heavens."
"Oh?" The False God seemed to laugh. Yaohua heard the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. "What do you want from me then?"
"Among the cities in Shenzhou, only my Henan Prefecture is prosperous. Why don't we join hands and bring the whole world under our control?"
This man had such ambition!
Yaohua trembled with anger. If he had planned things properly, it might have been acceptable, but instead, he wanted to take the wrong path!
"That's an interesting idea, but you..." The False God's tone dropped. "What makes you think I'll be your lackey?"
Before her words faded, Yaohua found that the barrier at her feet had disappeared.
She angrily pushed open the door and happened to see the False God grabbing the prefect by the neck.
"You came quite quickly." The False God licked her lower lip, released her sharp fingers, and patted the prefect on the chest, who was sweating with fear. "Don't be afraid. Do you think I'd dare to kill you under the nose of Supreme God Chongming?"
As soon as her hand left the prefect, he scrambled to Chongming and said, "My God, save me! It was all her who forced me!"
Yaohua had heard clearly just now. This man wanted to use the False God's power to plot for the world, but unexpectedly, he changed his face in an instant.
She tightly clenched her fingers, her face extremely gloomy.
"If you keep pointing at me, I'll chop off your fingers." The False God snorted. "Anyway, I can't escape Supreme God Chongming's control now. But you, doing such despicable things behind the Supreme God's back. If I were the Supreme God, I wouldn't spare you."
She sounded so just and honorable now, but if they hadn't arrived in time, who knew what she would have done.
Yaohua disliked both of them.
"If the prefect is really intent on vying for the world, why use such means?" Chongming lowered his head, his all - seeing gaze meeting the prefect's.
The prefect broke out in a cold sweat.
Yaohua knocked his hand away with her sword. "Don't let your dirty hands touch my master's clothes."
Her master was just too kind - hearted and too cautious about the Heavenly Way. If it were her, the first thing she'd do would be to throw this man into some random corner of Shenzhou and let him fend for himself.
"My God, spare my life! I really didn't mean it! It was her. She bewitched me!"
Chongming no longer looked at him. He just stared at the False God with his cold eyes. "Go back."
The False God laughed and walked over. Her ribbons fluttered in the wind, and her slender body was wrapped in thin silk, as if she would float away on the wind at any moment.
"The Supreme God is really heartless. How could you bear to let me stay in such a terrifying place alone?"
Chongming stood still, his eyes showing no emotion.
The False God's smile froze. She awkwardly withdrew her hand from Chongming's shoulder.
In his prime, no one in the Three Realms could match Chongming. Even though the False God was angry, there was nothing she could do.
"Why be angry, Supreme God? I didn't want to cause trouble either. It was someone who forced me." She winked at the prefect.
The prefect didn't even dare to look at her. "My God, she's slandering me!"
Yaohua thought the prefect was very noisy. She believed her master thought the same, otherwise he wouldn't have frowned. So she boldly sent out a wisp of spiritual power to temporarily seal the prefect's mouth so that he couldn't shout and disturb them.
Chongming noticed Yaohua's little move, and a trace of a smile flashed across his lowered eyes. The False God, who caught this smile, was slightly stunned.
"If you don't tell me about the little bug tomorrow, there's no need for you to say it in the future."
It was a pity that Chongming's smile was for Yaohua, but his words were for the False God.
The False God pouted and pretended to be innocent again. "If I tell you, why doesn't the Supreme God take me as his disciple?"
"You're dreaming!" Before Chongming could speak, Yaohua was so angry that she almost jumped up. "Who do you think my master is? You're not worthy to be his disciple!"
It was really wishful thinking!
"Don't you in the Heavenly Realm always talk about karmic affinity and salvation? Why doesn't the Supreme God take pity on me and save me?" The False God laughed and kept looking at Chongming with her eyes.
This really made Yaohua extremely angry. What karmic affinity and salvation? This False God, as a member of the Demon Race, was self - depraved and shameless. How dare she talk to her master like this! She was really hateful!
"Master, look at her!" Yaohua grabbed Chongming's sleeve, her eyes filled with tears.
Chongming coldly glanced at the False God and directly sent her back to the dungeon with his spiritual power.
Only then did Yaohua become happy.
Looking at the prefect who was lying limp on the ground, she snorted. "Master, what should we do with this man?"
By now, there were no more trouble - makers outside. It was probably related to the prefect's act of releasing the False God.
Chongming pondered for a moment and calculated with his fingers. "Throw him into the dungeon."
This man had committed many evils. After they left, retribution would surely fall on him. They didn't need to do anything.
The prefect made a muffled sound, as if he wanted to say something.
Yaohua removed the seal on his mouth.
"My God, spare my life! I'll never dare again!"
So he just wanted to say some nonsense. Yaohua raised her hand and wanted to put another restriction on him.
But Chongming stopped her and told the prefect, "Go and gather all the common people in the drill ground."
After seeing the False God's attitude towards Chongming, the prefect didn't dare to have any bad ideas. He quickly agreed and left the mansion.
"Master, aren't you afraid he'll escape if we let him go like this?"
"He won't be able to escape." Chongming said calmly.
The False God was locked back in the prison, and the crops that had come back to life naturally withered again. Without the prefect's notice, people soon gathered outside the mansion.
Mo Qing, reminded by Chongming, transformed into his original form and ordered everyone to go to the drill ground.
"We don't have anything to eat. How can we be in the mood to go to the drill ground? Does the God want to follow the example of the previous Moon God and order us to offer sacrifices?"
How could the reputation of Supreme God Chongming be defamed like this? Mo Qing flapped his wings and was about to refute when a ball of phoenix fire flew out of the mansion and knocked the speaker away.