The people of the [Silvermoon Court] were not the sort of spectators who understood the concept of personal space. They swarmed Chen Miemie and started pawing at him from head to toe.
“What are you doing? Stop it! Don’t touch me everywhere!” Chen Miemie shouted.
Cassan stroked his Moonlight Wings. “Did you upgrade those wings? Why is the wingspan so much larger now? They look incredible.”
[Bartender] Meng Yun commented, “That halo behind your head is actually an illusion? How does it look so real?”
[Pain Merchant] Pain Reserve was green with envy. “That appearance is perfect. Wings on your back and a halo floating behind your head. If I wore it, my imposing presence would be even greater, thanks to my dignified bearing.”
[Architect] Framework snorted. “Give it a rest. With your build, nothing you wear could make you look dignified. If you ask me, I’m the one who should wear it. I’d pair it with a bone sword, stand on some high ground, and the sheer grandeur would be off the charts.”
Xi was the most curious about the three moons. “Chen Miemie, those three moons of yours don’t look ordinary. I’ve looked through a great deal of material while trying to draw the moon, and some of its features are very similar to the moons you have.”
Chen Miemie finally managed to drive everyone back to a safe distance.
“Hmph. It’s not a halo—it’s the Three-Moon Divine Ring. And Xi, just draw the moon according to mine. It’ll be absolutely authentic.”
Fina shoved the others aside. “Enough fooling around. Every time you people get together, it turns into chaos. Chen Miemie, why didn’t you use this move when we fought earlier? You were holding back, weren’t you?”
Chen Miemie shook his head. “I haven’t finished preparing this move yet. For now, it can only be looked at, not used.”
Chen Miemie was telling the absolute truth.
The divine ring behind his head seemed to be connected in some way to the [Moon God in Yellow Robes Statue].
Of the three moons behind the [Moon God in Yellow Robes Statue], only the Constant Moon was currently filled with energy. The Frost Moon and Rainbow Moon were still dark, and they needed to absorb moonlight continuously during the two different kinds of moonlit nights.
After studying it, Chen Miemie surmised that something would happen only once all three moons had lit up.
But was it really doing nothing right now?
Chen Miemie himself was completely oblivious, but the people of the [Silvermoon Court] had keen senses.
A Frost Moon night was already cold by nature. The instant the small Frost Moon behind Chen Miemie appeared, the temperature indoors dropped by more than ten degrees. Several of the liquids in the society’s headquarters froze solid, perfectly matching the Frost Moon’s attribute of “coldness.”
Everyone present was a seasoned expert who worshiped and studied the Frost Moon. Even Gongshu Feiliang, who had once been an outsider, knew that a moon manifested by [Mystery] could not possibly be ordinary. How could the people of the [Silvermoon Court] fail to understand that?
“Chen Miemie, that… divine ring of yours—well, you’d better keep a low profile and just call it a halo. Otherwise, the Moon Church will definitely come looking for you.”
Chen Miemie’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “To recruit me as the head of their church?”
“Dream on. They’d probably give you an honorary title, then put you on display as their mascot.”
“An honorary title for free? What would I lose?”
“For free? Don’t oversimplify the Church. A mascot is just an ornamental creature kept in captivity. You might even lose your freedom.”
“The Church is really that powerful? Even my background wouldn’t be enough to protect me?”
Everyone thought it over carefully.
“Other people definitely couldn’t withstand them. You… might be able to.”
“What do you mean, ‘might’?”
“If the new race behind you and the witches are willing to protect you at all costs, then you should be fine. Otherwise, you’d better stay out of human territory.
“The Church is an ancient organization that has survived since the First Era. It’s a colossal force spread across the entire continent, with unfathomable foundations.
“Chen Miemie, you’ve only ever stayed in Sixiang City and the Moon Library, so you may have developed the misconception that the Church is nothing special.
“In fact, outside the human territories, the Sun and Moon Churches hold sway over many cities. Their religious authority completely surpasses that of the administrative governments.”
Fina had only just finished explaining when Leng Ruxue began complaining.
“Exactly. Chen Miemie, you have no idea what’s happened during the three months you were gone. The new arrival at the Moon Church, Bishop Moliti, Blood-Reviving Sacramentist, has been winning over the people under the guise of providing free medical treatment. Using both honeyed words and [Mystery], he has gathered a large following in a very short time.”
Chen Miemie had never heard of this person and found it rather strange. “Wasn’t the Three-Man Council suppressing the Church? They’re just standing by and letting this Moliti cause trouble and expand his influence?”
“Cause trouble?” Xi reminded him. “[Blood-Reviving Sacramentist] Bishop Moliti.”
“Right. They’re just standing by and letting this Moliti stir things up and expand his power?”
“How are they supposed to stop him? His medical care is free, and the treatments really work. Word of mouth has spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred. Even some low-tier Mystics have started seeking him out. They can’t exactly forbid the church from operating. Besides, all he’s doing for now is treating people. He hasn’t started causing trouble yet.”
“He’s just a healer. Why be afraid of him?”
“His treatment uses a substance called ‘Rainbowglow Brew,’ made from the patient’s own blood. It’s addictive. Everyone knows that he’s only accumulating strength for now. Once he bares his fangs, it’ll be too late.”
The moment Chen Miemie heard about treating people with blood, he knew it could not possibly be legitimate.
First Father Jing, and now this Bishop Moliti. Both were bishops of the Moon Church, and both seemed determined to damage the reputation of his Moon faction.
If this continued, the Moon Church’s reputation in Sixiang City would soon be no better than that of the Mist Church.
Chen Miemie left the [Silvermoon Court] with a grim expression.
The next day.
The Moon Church.
The line for free medical consultations was still long.
Inside a small room in the church, Moliti received patients one after another.
The next person could enter only after the previous one had left.
Everyone who came out was more or less the same: their injuries had improved, and their faces were full of joy. Amid the chorus of thanks, most people overlooked the unnatural flush around the necks of those leaving.
“Next!” called one of the church attendants responsible for maintaining order in the line.
A new figure sat down in front of Moliti’s consultation table. The figure said nothing.
Moliti raised his head.
He found himself staring straight into the expressionless eyes of Chen Miemie.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
