Chapter 39: Layout Before Departure
The True God Cult was like a prairie fire, rapidly sweeping across the continent.
This not only enhanced Mo Bai's Power Of Faith, but also Ah Yin's, as another deity of the True God Cult.
The moon mark on her forehead was becoming increasingly prominent; if not deliberately covered, it was easily noticeable.
As for where the True manifestation lay?
Mo Bai's mind sank, and his consciousness traveled with the summon of faith to an unknown village, where he was enshrined on a high platform, with hundreds of True believers praying and worshipping devoutly below.
At the head of them was Wang Sheng.
There were many villagers watching from the surroundings.
Unlike Old Jack's requirement for faith that emphasized Spiritual control, Wang Sheng's proselytizing focused more on the material and practical, especially his fondness for the moon dew bestowed by the Goddess of the Moon.
"Do you believe?"
Ancient and mysterious words emanated from the golden pupils.
The True believers below, one and all, looked up at the statue with fiery gazes.
"We firmly believe in everything the Honored One says!"
Wang Sheng led the shout.
[Ding! Wang Sheng and hundreds of others have taken your lie—bestowing moon dew—as truth, with a 100% trust level. With a manifestation rate of one ten-thousandth to one hundred-thousandth, a trace of moon dew has been successfully manifested!]
As soon as the System's voice fell, a trace of silvery-white moon dew drifted out from the golden pupils of the statue, landing precisely on the breath of a girl in front of Wang Sheng.
The dim, ordinary grass Martial Soul in the girl's palm visibly became vibrant and full of life!
A fiery glint flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes; he proudly stepped forward, took out a Soul Power crystal, and signaled the girl to place her hand on it to measure her Rank.
Unsurprisingly, the Soul Power crystal flickered with specks of blue light.
In front of all the villagers, a girl with no Soul Power had become a being with Soul Power under the grace of the moon dew!
And this was only one ten-thousandth of the effect of the moon dew that Wang Sheng had described during his promotion!
Under this operation, the watching villagers all revealed expressions of shock, expectation, mixed with a hint of hesitation and doubt.
"Respectfully send off the Lord!"
Another shout erupted from below the stage.
Mo Bai's consciousness returned to his physical body.
A moment later, specks of pure Power Of Faith flowed into his forehead and into Ah Yin's moon mark.
Ah Yin's moon dew ability improved as the faith grew; currently, the moon dew could already enhance the quality of Martial Souls for those with Innate Soul Power below Rank 3.
And this was not only what Mo Bai hoped for, but also what countless believers eagerly looked forward to.
Also, due to the spread of believers, the reward mechanism for moon dew was different from the previous random faith distribution; it was determined by the number of believers recruited.
One person, one trace; ten people, one wisp; a thousand people, one drop!
With such generous rewards, the Martial Souls of the believers were even more fervent, which was one of the reasons for the sparse flow of people in Notting City.
And for recruiting over ten thousand believers, one could receive his personal True reflection. And what is True?
—All the illusions you imagine are True.
This was one of the core tenets of the True God Cult and the ultimate goal pursued by all believers.
Mo Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, looking up at the small city plaque of Notting City. After paving the way for so long, it was time for the Family forces to carry out their first harvest.
Suotuo City was not as weak as Notting City. Soul Saint experts there couldn't be called common, but they were not few. To control Suotuo City like Notting City and cultivate it into a greenhouse, suppression through strength was indispensable.
Tang San's cognitive potential was currently at this level. After harvesting this crop, it was time for him to leave and lay out plans elsewhere.
...
Returning to the Nuoding Elementary Soul Master Academy, the news of Mo Bai's return spread rapidly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Tang San, who hadn't finished class yet, already knew the news. A hint of joy welled up in his heart. Since he had no class in the afternoon anyway, he would take this time to visit Brother Mo Bai.
As it turned out, Brother Mo Bai was still lecturing, showing off, and talking about some strange experiences, just as always.
Yet, he walked out of Brother Mo Bai's dormitory in a daze.
The color of a Soul Ring was linked to its age; the higher the age, the deeper the color. According to the teacher's theory, the age of a third Soul Ring under 2000 years was around light purple.
But Brother Mo Bai's purple Soul Ring was a genuine purple; the age was clearly over 2000 years!
When he saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't help but curiously ask, but he was met with Brother Mo Bai's hesitant expression, finally saying—
"Little San, you must trust your own eyes. What is written in books is not necessarily correct, and what people teach is not necessarily all right."
Walking out of Brother Mo Bai's dormitory, this sentence kept echoing in his mind, and his footsteps involuntarily led him to the door of Master's room.
If it was really as he suspected, that Brother Mo Bai had absorbed a Soul Ring exceeding the age limit the teacher claimed, wouldn't that mean that the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls that the teacher often hung on his lips had another error?
"There is no useless Martial Soul, only a useless Soul Master."
Brother Mo Bai had mentioned this point to him before. Looking at the entire Notting City, whose heart was not firm enough? Was there anyone who was a True Genius? Yes, very few.
But were others not working hard enough? Yet they were still confined within Notting City. Even the teacher himself was a good example. He had always kept this point of error in his heart.
Martial Souls and Innate Soul Power were linked; he knew this point.
The teacher had once used this to trick him out of his Twin Martial Souls—this seemed to be a mistake only he knew about.
Coupled with the Soul Ring absorption age limit...
In the teacher's Ten Theories, there were at least three major errors?
This...
Tang San's heart fell into doubt, looking hesitatingly at the door in front of him, the thought of "misleading students" flashing through his mind.
But before he could think too much, the door opened.
Yu Xiaogang still had that gentle smile, facing him, with slightly messy hair, exhaustion in his eyes, dark circles on his face, and behind him were organized diaries, notes, and various books.
Seeing this scene, Tang San's mood wavered again. Perhaps some aspects were wrong, but the teacher's intention to teach earnestly was True; he could feel it sincerely.
Rebuttal? Regret? Pity? Yes, but not much.
Just as Brother Mo Bai said, trust your own eyes.
Then he could avoid most mistakes and still absorb the knowledge he wanted from the teacher. Not speaking was actually the best result for everyone.
Putting it that way, it was no wonder Brother Mo Bai looked down on the teacher.
The conflict between the two should be in these aspects. It was probably very difficult to reconcile, and letting nature take its course was also a good way.
"Teacher, I'm here."
Tang San withdrew his mindset and put on a polite smile.
Yu Xiaogang relaxed and smiled:
"It's good that you're here."
In his heart, however, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He had originally thought that another meeting between Mo Bai and Tang San would cause him more bad impressions, but for now, it seemed all worries were superfluous.
Little San still trusted him very much.
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