She became a god

Everyone in the six realms knows that the Northern Continent is bitterly cold, but few know that the remote villages in the heart of the Central Continent, when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow every year, also have a different kind of chill.

Unlike the demon race, which is born with spiritual power, there are many cultivators in the human realm, but there are even more ordinary people without spiritual roots.

Winter is always tough, especially for ordinary people.

The temple on the official road is quite old, but occasionally caravans passing by will come to burn incense and make offerings. Several kind-hearted merchants have also repaired it. Therefore, although it is not as grand as the Taoist temples and monasteries in the suburbs, it is still a very good house in this remote village.

In winter, some poor families in the riverside village would come to the temple to stay when their roofs collapsed under the weight of heavy snow.

When Wang Er and Li Si, a couple from Yanjiang Village, came to stay this year, they discovered a little boy they didn't recognize.

The child was about ten years old, covered in dust and dirt, dressed in patched hemp clothes, with messy hair and his eyes covered, only his dark pupils visible. At first glance, he was quite startling.

The couple looked at each other and whispered to each other for a long time, still unsure of whose child it was.

The child wasn't afraid of people, but he also ignored them. When he got hungry, he would just take the offerings from the table and eat them. Judging from his method, this wasn't the first time he had done this.

Li Si mustered his courage and stepped forward to ask, "Whose child are you?"

"Wenxi Spring".

Li Si then asked her about her parents, hometown, and age, but the somewhat disheveled little girl refused to speak again no matter what.

The two had no choice but to report the matter to the village head. The villagers were poor and could not afford to raise a girl of unknown origin, so the village head reported the matter to the county.

The county's Jici Hospital was already overcrowded; how could it possibly accommodate this somewhat eccentric little girl?

After repeatedly shirking responsibility, the little girl named Wen Xichun lived in the temple from then on.

Everyone thought the little girl would starve to death in the winter, but she was quite lucky.

She happened to meet a big merchant who was looking for someone to unload his goods on the Han River. Although Wen Xichun was young, she had extraordinary strength. She was as strong as two adults. Over the course of winter, she earned a lot of copper coins and grew taller and fatter.

Seeing that she had such abilities, some villagers in Yanjiang Village began to consider taking care of her.

Wenxi Chun ignored them. Every day, besides going to the dock to find work, she stayed at the temple. She loved to weave little bears out of the temple's dry straw.

Some tourists saw that her weaving was so lifelike and cute that they wanted to buy it, but she refused.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl lived in a temple, wanting only to be accompanied by straw bears scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that she refused to be adopted and seemed determined to stay at the temple for the rest of her life, some villagers had bad intentions and sent their children to snatch her straw bear.

Even though Wen Xichun has a thousand abilities, she is now just a girl with superhuman strength. She is an uneducated girl with limited energy. Whenever she goes out to carry rice sacks, naughty children come to steal her straw bear.

This temple is not private property, so Wenxi Chun cannot keep it confined.

They could only wait until afterward and go door to door to complain, but the straw bear had already been torn to shreds by the mischievous children.

The angrier Wen Xichun got, the harder she hit him.

As time went on, the feud deepened.

If Wen Xichun had been taught by her parents, or spent more time with people, she would have understood the danger behind it and left with her baggage.

But she had none of these things, so what awaited her was a raging fire in the dead of night.

They only knew that Wen Xichun possessed superhuman strength, but they didn't know that she had keen senses and clearly heard the curses of the arsonists.

The official road was quiet at night. The temple gate was locked with chains and covered with dry grass and other flammable materials. Wen Xichun spent a lot of effort to break open the gate.

She could save herself, but she couldn't save the straw bears scattered all over the ground.

Amidst the raging flames, Wen Xichun, carrying the straw bear she kept close to her body, walked towards the villagers who hadn't gone far.

With her strength, she threw the arsonists into the burning temple and blocked the entrance.

Wen Xichun had no concept of life or death; she only thought that since her straw bear had been burned to ashes, they should be burned to ashes as well.

But fate had other plans; a sudden downpour in the middle of the night gave other villagers a chance to put out the fire.

Most of the arsonists were rescued with burns, some even on the verge of death, but they all survived.

Wen Xichun was very dissatisfied with the result, but she was soon beaten up by the family members of the villain who had filed the complaint first.

No one treated her like a child; instead, they all called her a murderer.

So arson and blocking the door are considered murder?

But they were the ones who did it first.

Wen Xichun was puzzled and, unlike her later silence, asked aloud.

All I got in return was, "You freak, you deserve to die!"

Wen Xichun couldn't quite describe her feelings; she just felt a tightness in her chest.

She was surrounded by fists and kicks; she dodged some, but not all.

After being injured and fighting, her movements became slower, and the only straw bear she owned fell to the ground and was trampled underfoot.

"Fellow villagers, this little girl is very strange. We can't let her cause any trouble later."

“My dog, Gousheng, is always being beaten by her. He’s been bedridden for a long time and is now too scared to go out. Today, he even locked a bunch of us in a temple and tried to burn us alive. We have to kill this freak!”

He kept silent about his son's repeated robbings of Wenxi Chun's belongings, only mentioning things that were advantageous to him.

The villagers were well aware of the complexities involved, but how could a wild girl compare to the children in their own village?

Besides, if I've already hit her, I might as well kill her to avoid retaliation.

Dozens of adults surrounded Wen Xichun, each of them punching the tall, thin girl several times, yet they were unwilling to stop.

Looking at the injured people and then at his own wounds, Wen Xichun felt a surge of anger that almost burst from his chest.

This was the first time she had ever deeply experienced the emotion called "anger".

In the past, if someone was robbed, they would retaliate twice over, and they wouldn't harbor much resentment.

But now that she can't retaliate, this sense of powerlessness and the unknown fear of impending death unleashed a deep-seated rage within her.

It's unclear where Wen Xichun got the courage, but she suddenly felt an urge to point to the sky and vent her pent-up anger.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Bolts of lightning rushed down from the heavens for her, striking down and killing those who had harmed her.

Ke Wenxi was not happy. The last straw bear was gone, and so was the person.

She suddenly felt it was pointless and let herself lie down.

Lying in this desolate wilderness, sleeping beside this temple ruins, buried in this pile of charred corpses.

As dawn broke, someone pulled her out and stared at her with a strange look that Wen Xichun couldn't decipher.

"A rare and precious lightning spirit root exists in this remote and impoverished place. From now on, your name will be Gu Yu."