Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 14 Making a wish out of fear
A night boat on Hanozu Ferry.

'Power on, power on...'

The boat rocked, and the water rippled.

The green sesame seeds are currently very hot in nature.

There's a saying that goes, "A girl's tongue is like meat in gravy," and in the past, he would have treasured this flavor immensely.

But for some reason today, as he continued to move, what came to mind was the scene from two days ago on Yinding Street, where Ahua had beaten him with a stick and Chen Shunan looked down at him from above.

A sense of humiliation welled up inside me.

"You wait! I'm only nineteen!"

Qingpi Ma's face revealed a fierce expression.

"The ghost market's Yin Qian Cui said that the 'Hibiscus Ointment' he was selling was a rare commodity that had just been imported from the South China Sea Prefecture."

"It surpasses even the White Snake stealing the immortal herb, and exceeds the elixir in Laozi's furnace. Simply burn it and inhale its fragrance, and it will be as if divinely aided. In just six months, I can reach the third-rate perfection; in less than six months, I can reach the second-rate, without the slightest side effects!"

Qingpi Ma seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously touched the satchel at his lower back, his heart burning with desire.

The four of them have a habit of regularly changing locations.

This means exchanging territories to avoid favoritism and monopolizing profitable businesses, which could arouse envy and infighting among other groups.

Secondly, it's a way to let go of debts once you're gone, and by moving far away, you can avoid old enemies and creditors coming after you.

So Qingpi Ma made up his mind that when he was transferred to a new district this time, he would stay far away from Weiheng Street!

Just find a shack and settle in!
A year or two later, he was no longer a green-skinned man.

It's Master Ma!

It was this moment of distraction on his part...

"Damn it!"

Qingpi Ma, grumbling and cursing, fastened his belt and bent down to crawl out of the boat awning.

A dark-skinned, lean fisherman stood guard outside the awning.

Upon seeing this, he immediately greeted them with a beaming smile.

"My dear brother, how's my wife taking care of me?"

"Your wife is very healthy and fertile. I'll come again in a few days."

Qingpi Ma patted the fisherman on the shoulder and walked away without looking back.

"Hey? Bro, you forgot to give me the money..."

With a crisp snap, a copper coin rolled onto the deck.

"Here you go, I've given it to you! Don't say I'm not following the rules!"

The fisherman's face flushed red and then turned pale, finally settling into a blank expression as he silently bent down to pick up the copper coins.

Seeing this, Qingpi Ma went ashore triumphantly, a reed stalk dangling from his mouth, and walked through the shantytown.

Turn the corner.

Whoops! !
A strong wind blew by, and the sand it blew into Qingpi Ma's eyes.

"Damn it!" Green-skinned pamphlet cursed as he rubbed his eyes.

Suddenly, a dark shadow shot out from overhead like a snake flicking its tongue.

The noose broke silently, but tightened abruptly the moment it touched the neck of the man with the blue skin.

A rough and suffocating sensation surged over him like a tide. Qingpi Ma's eyes widened suddenly, and he gripped the ropes with all his might, his fingernails tearing off!
However, the next moment, Qingpi Ma was lifted into the air, and a palm shadow struck the back of Qingpi Ma's head.

Qingpi Ma fainted without uttering a sound.

……

Icy.

weak.

Damp.

The greenish-brown, hempy eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to find his vision cramped and dim, as if he were in a...

In the sack?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Qingpi Ma's face was filled with terror, but all he could manage to utter were muffled, stammering sounds.

Then, a wrinkled face, probably fifty years old, slowly crept in from the edge of Qingpi's vision.

Then it took over all of Qingpi Ma's vision.

Chen Shunan?!

Qingpi Ma's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with fear, and he instinctively reached behind him.

The stinging pain and weakness returned.

Qingpi Ma then realized that he was completely naked, having stripped off all his clothes, belongings, and saddlebags.

Both hands and legs had their tendons severed, so deep that the bone was visible.

However, he also pressed on major acupoints for stopping bleeding, such as Yinbai, Kongzui, and Hegu.

This was to prevent him from bleeding to death too quickly.

"Master Ma, are you trying to get revenge on Mr. Chen?"

Chen Shunan bent down and peered into the sack of green hemp, speaking softly.

In just a few days, Qingpi Ma's blood and qi strength has increased dramatically!

Only wisps of strange and eerie fragrance emanated from the flesh and bones of the mangy woman.

Is it that thing from before?
Chen Shunan recalled the black sticky paste he had found in a tin box inside his green hemp satchel.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Qingpi Ma shook his head frantically, struggling with strength he didn't know he had.

"I can't even think about it."

Chen Shunan shook his head, took out a tin box, and said...

"What is this? Where did it come from?"

Green-skinned hemp quickly replied, though his words were indistinct.

"Turtle Market... Hard... All Cui... Hoohoo..."

Ghost Market Yin Money Cui.

Hibiscus oil?

Chen Shunan suddenly realized that he knew this person.

They sell abortion pills and various pills of dubious origin and efficacy.

His skills are decent, but only at a second-rate level.

In the past, when Chen Shunan met him, he would have to politely call him Master Cui.

The name "Hibiscus Ointment" inexplicably reminded Chen Shunan of something he deeply hated in his past life.

Chen Shunan nodded, said no more, and with a flick of his wrist, the snow-white throwing knife pierced the night and lightly touched the chest of the man with the green skin.

Like splashing ink to paint a picture, gradually staining half of it crimson.

"Ughhhhh!!!" The excruciating pain surged like a tide, engulfing his reason.

Large tears slid down Qingpi Ma's cheeks as he looked into Chen Shunan's calm, still eyes, a surge of immense fear welling up inside him.

He actually wanted to kill me over a mere argument?!

What kind of serial killer is this?!

Moreover, why don't you ask me where my family's assets, gold, and silver are hidden?
I can also have treasure maps, divine weapons, and incomplete divine skills!

As long as you, Mr. Chen, give the word, everything is negotiable!
[Wish +1]

Chen Shunan's eyes lit up, and he struck again.

[Wish +1]

Stop the bleeding, replace with a healthy piece of flesh and continue.

[Wish +1]

He fainted from numbness.

I splashed cold water on him to wake him up.

Cut the meat again.

[Wish +1]

Stop the bleeding.

[Wish +1]

...

In the end, Qingpi Ma's eyes were unfocused, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, and he was hanging on by a thread, looking as if he had been played with to death.

"I have no more wishes..."

Chen Shunan got up with some regret.

[Wish: 40 → 51]

Just as Chen Shunan had guessed, fear is also a form of faith.

The only requirement is to completely break through the other party's psychological defenses and imprint the impression of yourself as a god or demon in their mind.

Although this is like draining a pond to catch all the fish, it is unsustainable.

But the wishes that Qingpi Ma alone could offer before his death were more numerous than Chen Shunan's daily efforts in delivering water...

No wonder so many people are willing to take the risk of practicing such evil techniques.

Moreover, in theory, such a forced desire for fear should be extremely complex and impure.

It could even lead to the incense becoming poisonous, affecting the divine power and sanity of the deity being worshipped.

But Chen Shunan did not notice anything unusual.

All the poison and interference were mercilessly crushed by his divine status as the Water Emperor.

"Raising enemies, imprisoning them in dungeons, torturing them daily, and spreading fear seem to be a shortcut to reaping blessings..."

The thought inexplicably popped into Chen Shun'an's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

His eyes were like water, and with a swift movement, he pierced Qingpi Ma's heart with precision.

After several more stabs, they confirmed that Qingpi Ma was beyond dead.

Chen Shunan then tied the burlap sack tightly, erased all traces left on the spot, and walked lightly towards the deserted waterside of the ferry crossing.

thump!
The sack, tied to a large rock, was mercilessly dragged into the river.

The damp river breeze felt cool on Chen Shunan's face.

This is the Sancha River, where three tributaries converge, and countless whirlpools and undercurrents lurk here.

Countless corpses have been buried here throughout history.

He gazed intently at the water where the ripples had disappeared, and without hesitation, he swiftly leaped like a duck, vanishing into the night in a few bounds.

There was no trace of fear or apprehension after the murder.

After all, it's just killing someone; why worry so much?

This isn't the first time.

……

He scaled the wall, stripped and cleaned himself, and then hid the gallows knot and throwing knife back in the hidden compartment.

Chen Shunan placed the satchel and some miscellaneous items he had obtained on the table, his excitement still lingering, and he appeared extremely excited.

It wasn't because of murder, of course.

Instead, Chen Shunan felt that he was no longer the same as before.

Chaodou Hutong is 40 li away from Banno Jindu. The terrain is complex, with bustling city streets, kiln workshops and factories, as well as rural roads in the suburbs.

This round trip is at least eighty li (approximately 40 kilometers).

Furthermore, they also investigated the whereabouts of Qingpi Ma, staked out the area, and captured him alive...

It only took him half an hour in total.

The old Chen Shunan would never have been able to do this!
It's not just a surge in blood and energy.

Furthermore, it is because of the [Divine Physiognomist Qing Ji], who possesses the ability to wield armor and horses, granting Chen Shunan mobility far exceeding that of other martial artists of the same realm!
When "Flying Immortal of Flesh" is combined with Qing Ji, it unleashes a movement technique that Chen Shunan can hardly imagine!

Chen Shunan took a few deep breaths to calm his mind and collect his qi and blood before looking at what he had obtained on the table.

There was one tael of broken silver and a few copper coins, a key to open some kind of money box, and some inconspicuous miscellaneous items.

Besides that, there was the tin box containing the hibiscus oil.

The tin box was well-made, with a large red paper strip attached and a stamp on it.

The Twelve Lines of the South China Sea Temple System

It's obvious that this thing originated in Nanhai Prefecture, and it's even being mass-produced.

Open the tin box.

The box had eight empty slots, but only seven pieces were inside.

It seems that he has already consumed one dose of the green sesame oil.

"Um?!"

An unusual fragrance wafted out, and even though Chen Shunan was already on guard and held his breath in anticipation.

But the strange fragrance seeped into Chen Shunan's pores and acupoints.

Chen Shunan was in a daze.

Chen Shunan seemed to see his five wives, each with a different posture and expression, striking poses and inviting him to take advantage of them.

"Mmm...that feels good...no, that's not right!!"

Chen Shunan suddenly woke up with a start.

With a 'click', the tin box slammed shut.

Chen Shunan stood up and stepped back, moving away from the tin box.

He gasped for breath, his blood and qi circulated, and his dantian surged like a whale, expelling the lingering fragrance of the joss paper from his body.

(End of this chapter)