The rain continued to pour, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Li Mo maintained his original posture but didn’t do anything else.
The Fat Priest hurriedly picked up the bronze staff on the ground and pointed at Li Mo, speaking with a fierce exterior but inner weakness:
“You charlatans, you’ve been exposed!”
Li Mo thought for a moment.
If it were Bing Tuozi, what would he do in this situation?
Yes, probably nothing and just ignore it directly.
So the Venerable didn’t pay him any attention, not even a hint of expression, which was incredibly effective.
This made the Fat Priest’s jumping around look like that of a clown even more conspicuous.
The townspeople whispered among themselves; some faintly guessed what this mysterious deity wanted to do.
Could it be that he wanted to casually point a finger and move the mountain blocking their town?
The old Town Chief stood in the heavy rain, his eyes gleaming. In the past, even with the supposed protection of witch spirits, they had to take a very long detour to reach the outside world.
If the mountain in front disappeared, wouldn’t they have unimpeded access in the future?
At least, they wouldn’t face any obstacles going in one direction!
He felt this hope, but reason told him such a thing was impossible…
But at that moment.
A tremor spread through the ground.
“Rumble—”
Following closely was a shaking of the earth!
The old Town Chief and the townspeople couldn’t keep their balance and fell to the ground, but they stared intently at the distance.
“The mountain is moving! The eastern mountain is moving!”
“We won’t have to take a detour to go east anymore!”
“We can leave the mountains without divine protection!”
“Venerable!”
The rain stopped.
The door to the outside world was slowly opening for the Three Mountain Town.
A ray of dawn fell upon the young man standing calmly, casting a glow of hope over every inch of his body.
At this moment, countless townspeople opened their eyes wide, dispelling the gloom in their eyes.
“It’s over.”
The Fat Priest sat on the ground, pale-faced:
“I’ve become a fake.”
The other party might not be genuine.
As a disciple of the Summoning Devil Sect, having stayed in the South Border for so long, he knew a bit about the monster clan. He already recognized that the other party was likely a high-ranking monster.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to summon rain and move mountains.
The other party clearly came prepared!
Unless the headquarters sent a master, there might be a chance to contend with them.
He was thinking about quietly leaving while others hadn’t reacted yet.
“Hmm~ Trying to escape~?”
An electric voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Mambo rubbed his hands, pulling an electric arc towards the Fat Priest.
Electric snakes danced wildly, too fast for the eye to see, striking the Fat Priest’s back.
Mambo was a great monster, two realms above the Observation Realm.
Zzz—
The Fat Priest instantly writhed, twitching all over, turning black from the electricity. Even if cured, he would probably drool.
Seeing this, Li Mo gave Mambo a grateful look.
Senior Mambo was quite adaptable, really.
He didn’t want the Fat Priest to escape either, but to take him down instantly would require using the hammer.
But if he used the hammer, wouldn’t all the previous buildup be for naught? The Venerable’s dignity would be lost.
“Venerable!”
At this moment, the old Town Chief shouted loudly, leading everyone to kneel before the altar.
The townspeople had completely revered Li Mo as a deity, kneeling everywhere.
Li Mo’s lips moved, but he ultimately didn’t say the words forbidding them to kneel.
To the townspeople, he had only provided some protection during their journey in the mountains.
But now, they saw him move a mountain effortlessly. Who was real or fake was clear.
However, the townspeople never imagined that there were no gods in this world.
Li Mo raised his palms slightly:
“After this matter is settled, I must leave.”
“Are you leaving?”
The old Town Chief lifted his head sharply but didn’t dare stand up.
“Are you blaming us for worshipping a false deity? I will immediately gather the elders to topple the statue of the false deity and worship your deity instead.”
He gritted his teeth: “Offerings…offerings will surely be richer than before!”
With the mountain gone, they would save ten times the effort to go east.
Gritting his teeth, he could gather more offerings.
Li Mo looked at the trembling townspeople on the ground, fearing he would never return, his gaze complex.
“Are you truly sincere in worshipping me?”
“Of course!”
“But I don’t want ordinary offerings like pigs, sheep, and fruits. They hold no meaning to me.”
“Not ordinary tributes…”
The old Town Chief’s face changed, his body trembling.
Was he asking for human sacrifices?
In this town, there was a grand sacrifice where families with children drew lots to select boys and girls.
The population of Three Mountain Town wasn’t large…
But other villages had divine protection, whether true or false, they once existed. If this Venerable left, how would the town fare?
He was in a dilemma, about to grit his teeth and agree.
But a voice floated down from above:
“I want stones from the mountains, many, many stones.”
“Huh?”
Everyone was confused.
Li Mo said expressionlessly:
“Including the mountain just moved, these three mountains absorb the essence of the sun and moon, existing for millions of years. You mortals can’t see their spiritual nature.”
“Isn’t this sincerity?”
“Since that’s the case, dig out the remaining two mountains and offer them to me.”
“This…how can we dig out two such huge mountains…”
The old Town Chief grimaced. They didn’t have such capabilities.
“If you can’t, let your sons and grandsons, generation after generation, dig them out.”
“Every year, you must fill this temple to prove your sincerity to me.”
Fill the temple?
That wasn’t much, but how much would it take?
The young men of the town looked at the size of the temple and silently calculated.
“Town Chief Grandpa, we can do it!”
“Yes, we have nothing but strength!”
“At least we can get food from the east more easily now. Digging stones is better than worrying about starving to d*ath before.”
Hearing these light voices, the old Town Chief nodded heavily.
He wanted to turn around and tell the Venerable that they were willing to dig the mountains, but a cloud floated high into the sky.
Only two books were left on the ground.
The old Town Chief curiously picked them up and asked the private school teacher in the town who could read:
“What does it say on them?”
“One is called ‘Hammer Technique,’ and the other is called ‘Set 1… Radio Calisthenics?'”
These seemed to be two martial arts techniques, marked as superior. They must be extraordinary!
“Is the Venerable suggesting that we choose strong descendants to practice these and mine stones for him?”
“That’s right, definitely!”
“What does the rest say?”
“Those who help themselves will receive help from heaven!”
“Does it mean that if we work hard, the Venerable will help us?”
…
Above the cloud.
Shang Qinqing looked at the celebrating townspeople below, deep in thought:
“Those two martial arts techniques are both your creations?”
“Mm-hm.”
He nodded.
He didn’t use martial insight for the hammer technique, but he did use some for the radio calisthenics, improving a basic martial art.
No wonder he’s the God Hammer Little Overlord!
Ling Xiao sneered: “Tsk tsk, taking stones and giving martial arts. This good deed doesn’t seem like something a god should do.”
“What era is this? Still acting like a traditional god.”
“But don’t you need the masses’ support?”
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll learn martial arts, dig through the mountains, and no longer revere you as a god?”
“That would be wonderful.”
Li Mo relaxed his cold demeanor, touching the warm Kongming Multicolor Tower.
“Wearing a godly pose is exhausting. Do you have vinegar? I still have some dumplings left…”
