No one understood Bai Yuhuai's thoughts better than himself.
Why not add the finishing touch to this painting?
Once eyes are added to people or animals in a painting, they are imbued with spirit.
When a painting has eyes, it comes to life.
He would be moved.
Bai Yuhuai gazed intently at the painting. The lines, the brushstrokes... If he were to paint it now, he would paint it the same way. And because of this, he could almost imagine what emotions he must have felt back then, as he created it stroke by stroke.
Bai Yuhuai stepped forward, suddenly blocking the painting.
The young man was startled and quickly spoke up: "Hey, how dare you! What are you doing?"
Bai Yuhuai raised his hand.
The young man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in shock: "Stop!" If it weren't for the fact that this man had come with the "deity", he would have intervened by now!
Bai Yuhuai ignored him, his expression cold and detached.
Just as his fingertip touched the painting, it burst into flames with a roar.
"You're dead!" The young man screamed, his eyes blazing with fury. But the oil on the painting, while preserving it, also made it highly flammable. In the blink of an eye, it had burned to ashes, leaving only a black mark on the wall.
Jing Jiujiu was stunned for a moment.
Was this... jealousy?
But... was he jealous even of himself?
Bai Yuhuai slowly turned around, completely disregarding the young man's anger. He only stared at Jing Jiujiu and spoke softly: "In the future, I can paint one, two... countless paintings for Jiujiu. Let's just forget about this one."
The young man was livid: "Who do you think you are? You have no right to..."
Assistant Zeng had just rushed into the room and heard this. His legs trembled in fear as he stuttered: "This... this was painted by him..."
How could he not have the right to do as he pleased with it?
The young man froze, suddenly calming down. Without turning around, he said to Assistant Zeng: "You're confused. Get out."
He then looked back at Jing Jiujiu and said through gritted teeth: "I didn't dare offend you, which is why I didn't lay hands on this arrogant fool... But he destroyed your portrait..."
Jing Jiujiu: "It's just a painting."
The young man was stunned into silence by this interruption.
Jing Jiujiu pursed his lips and began to ramble slowly and softly: "It's just a material possession. If we're too attached to these things... how can we become immortals?"
The young man was at a loss for words.
The young man bowed and said: "You are right to chastise me."
"However..." the young man said, gritting his teeth and looking up at Bai Yuhuai, "I don't know who this gentleman is or what his status is. Next, I'm going to show you some things that outsiders are not allowed to see."
Assistant Zeng hid far away outside the door, watching the scene inside and breathing heavily, feeling utterly hopeless.
He felt that the boss was even more foolish than him.
This organization probably had no future hope!
After all this time, can't you see that these two are a couple of gay lovers?! Don't you read the news?
Jing Jiujiu: "Him? He's from the Cloud Return Sect."
The young man's expression changed slightly: "Cloud Return Sect..." His eyes clearly revealed wariness, which he couldn't hide in time.
The Cloud Return Sect was famous in the metaphysical world as an upright and orthodox sect. Their rules were strict, and they had zero tolerance for anything evil or unorthodox. Most of the people in the sect were centenarians who were extremely proficient in various metaphysical arts!
"What's wrong?" Jing Jiujiu asked, "Is there something wrong with the Cloud Return Sect?"
He continued: "Now even the Cloud Return Sect has to respect me as their leader."
The young man was confused: "Why?"
Jing Jiujiu: "Because their Ancestral Master... that is, him," Jing Jiujiu pointed, "slept with me."
After saying this, Jing Jiujiu felt quite satisfied.
It felt a bit like he was some kind of villain!
"..." The young man's jaw nearly dropped to the floor, almost cracking it.
"A celebrity... is actually the Ancestral Master of the Cloud Return Sect?" The young man eyed Bai Yuhuai warily, no longer so quick to threaten violence.
The person behind the young man, hearing this, brightened up and said: "Well, that's a good relationship!" What did this mean? It meant that before they even made a move, they had already won!
"Don't you remember?" That follower lowered his voice near the young man's ear, "In our plan, the biggest enemy is the Cloud Return Sect... But now, our deity has their leader wrapped around his finger." The man then said openly: "I see... No wonder he burned the painting, he was burning with jealousy."
After saying this, he secretly observed Bai Yuhuai, thinking to himself that such a cold and silent figure could have such a fiery temper?
The corner of Bai Yuhuai's mouth twitched, but when he turned his head slightly to see the light expression on Jing Jiujiu's face, his mood improved as well.
The young man wasn't completely reassured. He spoke up: "The Cloud Return Sect is the sect most opposed to the return of deities... They can communicate with heaven and earth themselves, so they don't allow others to do the same. They're very domineering! Many things here cannot be seen by him. Deities should have serving attendants. I can select some for you again... Do you prefer people from the entertainment industry? Yes, people in that circle are usually quite attractive. We can choose from them. Let them be your attendants and gain immortality. It would be their honor..."
The young man spoke on and on, not noticing the murderous intent rising in Bai Yuhuai's eyes.
Oh?
So thoughtful?
Jing Jiujiu licked his lips.
Bai Yuhuai clenched his fist, twisting the bracelet on his wrist.
Jing Jiujiu: "No need."
Jing Jiujiu put on the air of an ancient, pleasure-seeking emperor and gestured lightly towards his "favored concubine" Bai Yuhuai: "I only want him."
Bai Yuhuai's tightly pressed lips relaxed, and he even stopped twisting his bracelet.
"Whatever else you want to show me, bring it out. No need to hide anything from him."
The young man anxiously said: "But..."
Jing Jiujiu interrupted him: "You kept mentioning Zhuo Wu's name earlier. What? Are you his follower, not mine? You won't even listen to my words?"
"Of course not! How could I be Zhuo Wu's follower? You don't know. Back when Zhuo Wu created the plan for the deities' return, he intended to make you the first sacrifice... At that time, I faced your portrait every day. When Zhuo Wu was making his calculations, I was watching from the side. That's when I became your first follower! After I learned of Zhuo Wu's plan, I immediately left his tutelage and spent a thousand years carefully planning, finally waiting for this day!"
"Ah, it sounds like... Zhuo Wu really wasn't a good person," Jing Jiujiu said, secretly turning his head to gauge Bai Yuhuai's expression.
As a result, his gaze met Bai Yuhuai's.
Bai Yuhuai said in a deep voice: "Mm, not a good guy at all." How could he make Jing Jiujiu the first sacrifice?
Zhuo Wu had some connection to the Cloud Return Sect's ancestors, yet he cursed him so readily?
The young man's gaze towards Bai Yuhuai softened a bit.
Ancestral Master of the Cloud Return Sect?
Turns out he's just someone without his own opinions, blinded by love!
The young man paused, then said: "Go and invite the twenty-eight deities here."
"Yes," the follower responded, turning to leave.
Jing Jiujiu whispered to Bai Yuhuai: "Not very impressive, needing to 'invite' deities like this."
Bai Yuhuai's lips curled up slightly: "Jiujiu is right." His mood had improved considerably now, because first the painting was burned, and then he heard Jing Jiujiu say "I only want him."
Soon after, twenty-eight people of various heights and builds entered the room. As soon as they entered, they began to take off their clothes, nearly causing Bai Yuhuai to set the whole place on fire.
As they removed their upper garments, Jing Jiujiu almost cried out "Holy shit!"
Each of these people had a head embedded in their chest.
The young man explained: "The divine consciousness resides in this head." "Newborn babies have spiritual energy and can see many things that others can't. But as they grow older, fewer people retain this ability. These heads come from those who could. Even as adults, they could still see into the spiritual realm with their eyes. This gives them the basic ability to communicate with heaven and earth. Only vessels like these can contain divine consciousness."
Jing Jiujiu frowned.
...How cruel.
And disgusting.
"And these people were carefully selected by me. Their ancestors have been worshipping evil gods for generations. When they finally break free from the curse of the evil gods, they will become the most resilient characters in this world."
"They are all your most loyal followers. These twenty-eight people symbolize the twenty-eight constellations. They will protect you as you return to your divine position."
Jing Jiujiu almost vomited.
No wonder Jing Tinghua also had a head on his chest.
Because perhaps he was just a little short of completely escaping the shackles of the evil god.
How ironic.
They used evil gods to select his "attendants" and "guards," yet in doing so, they killed him with the evil god.
However, Jing Jiujiu was now certain that Bai Yuhuai had no connection to the evil gods.
Bai Yuhuai's plan to create a god and the young man's plan were completely different matters.
"The divine consciousness inside those evil god statues mostly comes from the impure energy separated from the gods' bodies in ancient times. I originally wanted to turn them into your followers and attendants. But later I found out that evil is evil. Those who can stand beside you must be true gods."
"Finally, I've waited for you."
"I don't know what you've been through, and it seems I haven't been of much help. But I can send you back to Mount Guye. And with evil gods and ghosts causing chaos, changing the state of the world, those humans won't be able to survive, and they will worship you again. The whole world will be your followers."
Jing Jiujiu drooped his eyes listlessly, not responding.
It was too disgusting.
It was really too disgusting.
"Oh, by the way..." the young man smiled, "Zhuo Wu's impure energy also turned into an evil god."
There was a hint of pride in his expression.
Jing Jiujiu felt so nauseated that he couldn't help but interrupt, "Have you lived for a thousand years?"
The young man: "Yes. Every sixty years, I change to a new vessel." As he spoke, he looked at Jing Jiujiu and asked with a smile, "Do you like this vessel of mine?"
"If you don't like it, it's alright," he paused, "What kind do you like? I can change to another one."
Jing Jiujiu: "..."
Jing Jiujiu: "I don't like human vessels."
The young man suddenly realized: "I see."
He smiled and said, "Please stay here for the night, and tomorrow, we'll go to Mount Guye."
Jing Jiujiu: "Mm."
Mount Guye, indeed the other half of the divine site!
The young man left the most beautiful house in this villa area for Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai to stay in.
Jing Jiujiu made a phone call to Master Zhou, telling him about going to Mount Guye, and asked them to wait in the film city.
Master Zhou had already learned roughly what was happening from Tingyi.
He couldn't help but ask Jing Jiujiu a couple of questions.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Jing Jiujiu, fighting back nausea, briefly recounted what the young man had said.
Xu Sanyu murmured on the other end, "Young Master, this fan of yours is a toxic fan! So toxic... even more toxic than Bai's toxic fans! Wanting to use the whole world to make you a god!"