Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

"King Guili, is this really what you said?"

In a tall, pure white palace, an old man in a white robe looked down at a white-haired man kneeling on the ground. His face was hidden under the candlelight and no one could see his expression.

"Yes, my king. The King of Guili also said that it is not them in Guili who need salt, but our Yancheng that needs cloth and precious jade."

The man kneeling on the ground was Ming You who had returned to Yancheng.

The person who made him kneel was none other than the contemporary Yancheng human king.

"I understand. You can go down." Yancheng Renwang sighed softly. After Mingxing left, Yancheng Renwang carefully chewed on what Guili Renwang said, "Guili Renwang, you are right."

Immediately, he turned and walked through the hall to the deepest part, where there was a woman with white hair and blue eyes. She was wearing white clothes and facing a mirror made of condensed water curtain, her face full of joy.

This woman with white hair and blue eyes is none other than the demon god Heuliah, the god of salt, who commands the people of the god of salt.

Heulia noticed someone coming and turned around to see: "It's Mingxi, why are you still not sleeping so late? What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, the God of Salt." Wang Mingxi, a native of Yancheng, knelt on one knee. "I came here to ask you for help. I ask you to use your divine power to produce five million kilograms of salt."

"Eh?" Heulia was slightly stunned. "Why?"

Mingxi didn't say much and told Heulia the whole story.

"You asked Guili for help?" Heulia tilted his head, his blue eyes reflecting Mingxi's old appearance. The latter said, "Yes, Lord Salt God, although you can protect us in Yancheng, if the disaster of the snow mountain is not cleared soon, the farmland outside the city will not be able to be cultivated. Without cultivation, there will be no food, and we will starve to death one day."

"Okay." Heuliah smiled gently, turned around and looked at his own reflection in the water, spun around briskly, the white robe made of neon flowers on his body also spun in the wind, and he looked like a white butterfly.

After turning around, Heuliah stopped and said, "Don't worry, I won't blame you."

Mingxi looked at Heulia, opened his mouth, and then lowered his head: "Well, I'll take my leave then."

In fact, compared to asking Guili for help, Mingxi hoped that the god of their Yancheng, the salt god Heuliah, could personally kill all the invading monsters.

Unfortunately, Heuliah would not do that. She could only protect the people in Salt City.

After leaving the pure Salt God Palace, Mingxi returned to the manor belonging to the Human King.

"The Salt Goddess can't do anything. If we don't think of a solution, we will just starve to death in Salt City."

As soon as he returned to the manor, Mingxi heard a voice speaking. His face became solemn and he quickly walked towards the source of the voice.

"Ally, stop talking."

"Mom, am I wrong? What I said is all true. Our Lord Salt God is weak and incompetent. He is not even close to the Demon God Guili next door."

"boom!"

At this moment, the heavy wooden door was forcibly opened, and Mingxi walked in with a gloomy face amid the surprised eyes of a man and a woman inside.

"Father?" The white-haired young man who spoke just now showed a look of panic on his face the moment he saw Mingxi.

The old lady next to him stood up and said, "Mingxi, your son is just angry for a moment, don't be angry."

Mingxi stared at his son. According to the rules of Yancheng, anyone who slandered the Salt God would be buried alive in a pile of salt and made into a salt statue. But Mingxi did not call anyone over. He sat quietly aside and said, "You are right."

"What?" His son, Mingli, was stunned, not understanding why his father suddenly agreed with him.

"Our Lady God of Salt is gentle and loves Her people. It's not that She doesn't want to protect Her people, but She is too weak. Her power can only radiate to a small half of Yancheng." Mingxi said lightly.

Mingli was stunned: "In this case, can't we just ask Lord Salt God to come outside?"

"Many generations ago, we did this. We tricked our Salt God into coming outside the city, and then took the opportunity to expand the scope of Salt City. Later, the Salt God saw through our plan and stayed in the Salt Temple, never going out." Mingxi answered Mingli's words, he looked up at his son, "I'm glad you can realize this."

Mingli was puzzled: "Father, why are you so happy?"

"I feel that I'm going to die soon." Mingxi said, "After I die, you will be the next generation of human king. You must remember how weak our Lord Salt God is, so don't let Him do too much. Only in this way can the people of Yancheng believe in the Salt God unconditionally, and we can always rule those people and keep all the good things firmly in our hands..."

That night, the old father said a lot to his son.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the second day. On this day, the people guarding on the Yancheng city wall suddenly saw moving wooden poles coming towards this side from the direction of Guili, and hurried back to report to the Yancheng human king.

Half an hour later, the King of Yancheng and a group of Yancheng nobles arrived on the city wall.

"Father, what are those?" Mingli stood beside Mingxi, looking in surprise at the wooden pole that was getting closer and closer. On the wooden pole there was a piece of cloth fluttering in the wind, and there seemed to be faint words written on it, but the distance was too far to see clearly.

"It came from the direction of Guili. Could it be..." Mingxi guessed in his heart, with no expression on his face, "It should be someone from Guili who came to help us in Yancheng."

"You came so quickly, could it be that your threat worked, father?" Mingli didn't know what Mingxing said to his father, and now he seemed a little excited.

"Don't talk nonsense." Mingxi scolded, then turned to the people around him and said, "Hurry up and go to the Salt God Palace to move out the five million kilograms of salt produced by the Lord Salt God. Everyone else, follow me to the outside of the city."

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As time passed, the army in the distance was getting closer and closer to Yancheng. The Yancheng nobles outside could already see that under the wooden poles, a large number of people wearing brown armor, holding spears, wearing cloth bags and swords on their waists, and walking quickly towards this side with neat steps. In the middle of the army formation, there were people pushing black cylinders with wheels and tall war drums. In the middle of the army formation, there was a small building that was particularly conspicuous.

"Tap tap tap."

These humans in armor marched in unison, and every step made a deafening sound, like the beating of a drum, which weighed on the hearts of the Yancheng nobles. They had never seen such a sight before, and for a moment they could not stop swallowing their saliva. As the sound got closer, some nobles began to break out in cold sweat on their faces and their legs began to tremble.

Only Mingxi, sitting in his seat, still looked cold.

Finally, the troops stopped a hundred meters outside Yancheng. Then, they made way to reveal a road, and the small building in the middle slowly drove over, supported by eight wheels, appearing extremely stable.

When they arrived at the front of the small building, the nobles and kings of Yancheng clearly saw a young man with black hair and black eyes sitting in the main seat with a cold face, looking down at the people below from above.

"I am King Guiliren standing in the marching pavilion. Who are you?" As a strong man in the army shouted angrily, the others roared together: "King Guiliren is here. Who is in front?"

The voices of 20,000 people shook the sky, and the timid nobles on the opposite side were frightened to the point of falling to the ground with pale faces.

At this time, Mingxi slowly stood up and said in a loud voice: "I am the King of Yancheng, the King of Guili, come down to talk."

Zhu Yuncheng, sitting high up in the attic, stared at the old man and said, "Five million kilograms of salt, are you ready?"