Jiang Yuechu did not truly blame him.
The path of Comprehension Ability was inherently ethereal and determined by heaven.
What difference did it make whether she found out a few days earlier or later?
Could a few days of effort really have allowed her to suddenly have an epiphany?
With this thought in mind...
She sighed and rubbed her brow.
"Forget it."
"Things have come to this; there is no use in saying more."
She lowered her hand, her gaze falling back on Lu Changfeng. "Besides the matter of the Cultivation Technique, are there any other particulars?"
Seeing that she wasn't going to pursue the matter, Lu Changfeng felt a sense of relief.
He hurriedly continued, "There is one more thing... though it isn't exactly a major issue."
"Since the Golden Bodies have been molded and the incense Power Of Will is about to gather, you still need a title. This way, when the common people offer worship, they will have something to focus on in their hearts and a name to call out with their mouths."
Seeing Jiang Yuechu's questioning gaze...
Lu Changfeng explained, "While using your real name is not impossible..."
"Since ancient times, building shrines for the living to receive the incense of ten thousand people has always been a Heaven-Defying act that violates certain taboos."
"If people call you by your direct name, firstly, it lacks solemnity, making it difficult to gather the devout thoughts of the believers. Secondly... if the title is too blunt, it would lose some Face when spread abroad... Although practitioners need not care too much about such things, it is a convenient matter to handle... Therefore, most who practice the path of incense will take an honorary title."
Hearing this, the Emperor also hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Exactly, exactly!"
"In My view, we should choose a resounding title!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall showed a look of contemplation.
Jiang Yuechu's eyelids twitched.
An ominous premonition welled up within her.
Sure enough.
The Emperor suddenly looked up and waved his large sleeve with an air of world-conquering grandeur.
"I have thought of it! Lonely Moon, you once stood above the Nine Heavens and killed an external enemy with a single punch, showing matchless power."
"Why not call it... The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands Unrivaled Great Holy Mother?"
"..."
The hall fell into a dead silence.
The corner of Lu Changfeng's mouth twitched, and he silently looked down at his toes. "These floor tiles sure are... floor tiles..."
The High Ancestor's old Face turned red, and he turned his head away, pretending to cough.
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless, her right hand slowly clenching. "Imperial Brother... if you no longer wish to be Emperor, just say so."
The Emperor shrank his neck and gave a dry laugh. "Ahem... I was just speaking casually, just speaking casually."
"Then... how about State-Defending Divine Maiden? Or... Nation-Protecting Heavenly Venerable?"
Jiang Yuechu rolled her eyes.
"That..."
The High Ancestor on the side finally couldn't watch any longer. Stroking his beard, he spoke up after some deliberation.
Remembering the terrifying scene of the black mist filling the sky and a hundred demons walking the night yesterday.
He slowly spoke, "In my humble opinion... how about 'Black Fiend Demon-Suppressing Asura King'? Or perhaps 'Blood Sea Surging Ghost-Dread'?"
"..."
Are these the titles of a righteous deity?
Anyone who didn't know better would think some Devil Head had arrived!
If these were enshrined in a temple...
Whether the commoners would even dare to enter was another question entirely.
Jiang Yuechu was already completely numb.
Good grief.
She used to think this cheap older brother of hers looked quite talented, so how could his naming sense be so appalling... Turns out it's a genetic trait of your Li Family, isn't it?
Seeing Jiang Yuechu's displeased expression, the High Ancestor sheepishly shut his mouth and said no more.
"That..."
Lu Changfeng really couldn't listen anymore and cautiously interjected, "This Golden Body is meant to receive the incense offerings of the people. Shouldn't the title be... a bit more... auspicious?"
The Emperor and the High Ancestor glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of confusion in the other's eyes.
Clearly, they didn't see anything wrong with the titles they had come up with.
Deputy Commander Zhao, who was standing to the side, took a step forward. He cupped his hands toward everyone, appearing somewhat hesitant.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty... This Old Minister... has an unrefined idea."
Jiang Yuechu looked up, her gaze falling on him.
"Commander Zhao, if you have something to say, please do so."
With these words, Deputy Commander Zhao felt more confident.
"Your Highness's current title is Grand Princess Zhaoyue."
"'Zhao' means brightness and light. 'Yue' refers to the moon, the essence of Taiyin, pure and flawless."
"As an ancient poem says, 'The bright soul rises in the sky like a precious mirror, the celestial music among the clouds falls silent. The autumn colors are split evenly by the full orb, long accompanying the cloud path with a thousand miles of brightness.' Although Your Highness acts with thunderous methods, it is for the sake of protecting the people of the Great Tang. Just like the bright moon hanging high in the Nine Heavens, though cold and solitary, it sheds its clear light in the long night, illuminating the way home."
This speech was well-reasoned and elegantly phrased.
The surrounding people nodded repeatedly as they listened.
Seeing this, Old Zhao felt greatly reassured.
"In this Old Minister's humble opinion, why not honor her as—"
"The Nine Heavens Zhaoyue Devil-Slaying True Lord."
"I wonder... what Your Highness thinks?"
The words fell.
The hall was silent.
After a long time.
"Good! Excellent!"
The Emperor slapped his thigh and laughed, clapping his hands.
"This name is perfect! it has dignity without losing its auspiciousness, and it fits Lonely Moon's title. Marvelous! Truly marvelous!"
Lu Changfeng, however, began to mutter to himself, saying sourly, "Commander Zhao is truly a great talent..."
He clearly remembered that Zhao Zhongliu hadn't read many books back in the day... How could he spout such cultured and fancy words now?
Jiang Yuechu repeated it twice in her mind.
Nine Heavens Zhaoyue Devil-Slaying True Lord.
Although it still sounded a bit embarrassing, like some deity fabricated in a storybook...
Compared to those previous titles that sounded like monsters and demons, it was indeed much more pleasant to the ear.
"Fine."
Jiang Yuechu finally nodded, settling the matter.
"Then we shall go with what Old Zhao said."
"However..."
Her gaze shifted to Lu Changfeng.
"The title is set, and the Golden Bodies are molded."
"Next, regarding the matter of leaving an imprint, how exactly should it be done?"
Lu Changfeng quickly suppressed his smile and said solemnly.
"This matter is quite simple."
"With your talent, you must have already reached the entry level of the Golden Body Technique. You only need to follow the Golden Body Technique to inject a wisp of your own aura into these Golden Bodies according to the method."
"Only, this process..."
He looked at the nine Golden Bodies, then at Jiang Yuechu, hesitating.
"Speak plainly."
"Yes."
Lu Changfeng no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice, "These nine Golden Bodies share the same source. When you inject your aura, the Golden Bodies will manifest, and perhaps some phenomena will occur, even drawing upon the power of heaven and earth."
"Please... be somewhat prepared."
Jiang Yuechu did not say much upon hearing this.
She walked slowly to the center of the hall and sat cross-legged, surrounded by the nine Golden Bodies.
Prepared?
She had never needed preparation for the killing and burning she'd done along the way, so why would leaving an imprint require any?
The young girl slowly closed her eyes.
She glanced at her Dao Cultivation.
[Current Dao Cultivation: 423,765 years].
It should be enough.
"This 'The Method of Myriad Transformations Returning to the Golden Body', please max it out for me."
"Thank you."