The God of Cataka

109

Seven days later, Shen Zhu was unconscious.

His spiritual power increased again to six thousand more. More precisely it had already broken through to the level of a Sixth Heavenly realm Knight.

But this time Xiao Mao was not by his side as usual.

And he was no longer in the inn.

Shen Zhu gasped to find himself lying on an ancient altar inside the temple.

The eleven-year-old boy who had officially become his Guardian Knight was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the room in monk clothes. His eyes closed, his hands folded in front of his chest. One palm is facing sideways, the other palm is facing upwards under the other wrist.

"Where is Xiao Mao?" he nodded, looking at her in panic. "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been seven days, sir!" Jingwei opened her eyes and moved from the floor, then walked up to her while carrying a bushes of medicine. "Goddess Lieren is taking the Knight Exam."

"What?" Shen Zhu was suffocating and in a fog.

"Calm down!" Jingwei held Shen Zhu's shoulder. "Most of the Knight Exam quota had already been taken by the Liu clan and the hunter god."

"How can you?" Shen Zhu hissed with a choked voice. Then he blinked and frowned.

"Some parties helped Goddess Lieren to realize the Master's plan in the Knight Trials" Jingwei said. "Secte Jianyou has been successfully conquered. A sect of the alchemist stream submitted the quota of the Knight Exam willingly."

"Alchemist sect?" Shen Zhu squinted his eyes.

"Their head is named Tjia Xiawu!" Jingwei.

"The Twins?" muttered Shen Zhu. His forehead is back in a rug. He remembered the twin girls of different nature who became Champion Path Participants in the Knight Trials ten years ago. Tjia Xiawu was quite close to Xie Ma.

"Surely Brother helped her!" Shen Zhu concluded.

"Then what are you worried about?" ask Jingwei. "While it is still far from planned, the Knight Trial is already completely under Master's control. You just need to focus on the search for heirlooms. That way, the plan can go faster!"

Shen Zhu let out a heavy sigh and gasped.

"For now, Master only needs to re-seal spiritual power," Jingwei reminded. Then thrust a bowl filled with medicinal liquid that he had been holding since.

Shen Zhu accepted it and gulped it down the toilet. Then back to pensive.

After many times experiencing dying, crossing the life and death boundary that had always been in his favor, Shen Zhu finally realized that his journey to divinity was far too fortunate.

There is always another party who helps him do something when he slumped and lost consciousness.

Compared to his efforts, his luck factor was always much greater.

As a supreme god candidate, wasn't he too weak?

"All these facilities... is it not too far-fetched?" Shen Zhu muttered unconvinced, his forehead creasing ever deeper.

"A king deserves to be served" Jingwei said.

Shen Zhu turned his head towards the boy with squinted eyes. Even an eleven-year-old boy aged in an instant, he said inwardly. Although his body grew naturally, his personality grew tremendously terrifyingly. Is this boy still the same person as the boy whose house was on fire?

Shen Zhu stared into Jingwei's eyes.

The boy looked back at him with a calm expression. Just as when he argued that he did not kill as alleged by the villagers who blasphemed him.

Right, he said in his heart. It was that boy!

There was nothing strange about Jingwei's personality. From the beginning, the boy had a very old soul. An ancient power that not many other children his age had.

Like Bao Yu's son for example.

Then Tainjin. Tianjin is also a god pillar candidate! He realized. But which god?

"What's going on?" she whispered as she raised her face, trying to stare at Jingwei. But then froze to find the boy smiling faintly. Next to his eyebrows raised high. Smile? he thought unsure. The boy smiled?

"What did you do to me?" shen Zhu asked in a choked voice. Then it suddenly recalled he had just downed the liquid Jingwei had given him. The poison! he concluded. "You poisoned me?"

Jingwei remained unmoved near the altar that Shen Zhu was bedding on. Looking at Shen Zhu with a faint smile. Waiting.

Shen Zhu finally drooped and fell.

Jingwei fixed her sleeping position as before and grabbed the doom sword lying on the edge of Shen Zhu's bed, lifted it with both hands, then stabbed Shen Zhu's chest.

Fresh blood flowed from Shen Zhu's wounds and flooded the altar.

Jingwei retracted the sword and placed it again on Shen Zhu's side. Sit on the floor in the lotus position. Back meditating.

Dark smoke gushed from Shen Zhu's wounds and formed a vortex.

The whole room shook and rumbled.

Jingwei remained unmoved.

A figure of a dark-robed angel with a headscarf and a pair of similarly dark wings emerged from the dark mist vortex. Bowing over Shen Zhu's body was like a ghost. Sucking out the white light that radiated out from Shen Zhu's body.

Shen Zhu's body gradually faded into a transparent image that glittered like a jewel, the longer it became extinct, then it evaporated into a golden-colored grain of light, while the angelic figure on top of its body turned even more real. His robe began to whiten and glow, his face slowly turning into Shen Zhu with a pair of wings.

Those golden-coloured balls of light covered his body like jewels, then seeped into his wings.

The pair of wings slowly turned a golden color.

Shen Zhu's consciousness rose up in his new body. He looked down at himself with a frown.

What the hell's going on? thought. Am I dead?

"What did you do to me?" hardiknya while pointing the index finger towards Jingwei.

Jingwei opened her eyes slowly. Then raise his face. "The second stage of the Inheritance Test," he replied with a calm expression.

"What do you mean stage two?" Shen Zhu hissed sharply.

"First stage, Master may have trained with Lord Zainan in the Galactic Realm. This time, Master will be training in the Heavenly Realm," Jingwei explained.

"What?" Shen Zhu was suffocating and stammering.

"Young Boy!" Shen Zhu glared at Jingwei. "Where do you know about all this? Who taught you?"

"Previous God Pillar Knight, Elder Tang," replied Jingwei remaining calm.

Shen Zhu sighed and fell silent. Then looked down at Jingwei while shaking her waist. "All right," he said helplessly. "Now what should I do?"

"To Heaven," Jingwei replied expressionlessly.

"You—" Shen Zhu pointed his index finger at Jingwei once more, but was unsure of what to say. So he just froze helplessly with his eyes and mouth rounded.

Jingwei looked at Shen Zhu with her eyebrows intertwined. "Master," he scolded timidly. "Don't you know how to use wings?"

"What's that empty muzzle are you talking about?" Shen Zhu glared impatiently.

Jingwei smiled clumsily as she glanced past Shen Zhu's shoulder.

Shen Zhu followed the glance of his eyes with a frown, then raised both hands, examined both sides of his body and gasped to find a pair of golden-feathered wings. The wing? inner amazement. There are wings! He realized. So this means going to heaven?

Shen Zhu cleared his throat and turned his back to Jingwei, "Take the sect well," his message pretended to be calm. Then it flew as fast as a comet, piercing through the dome and breaking through the clouds in the high sky. Disappeared from view.