Chapter 1484: Forging a God Statue (Part 2)
Yang Haoran didn't show the emotions in his heart. Watching Zhong Siyu feign anger, he replied with a smile.
“Alright, Young Miss. ”
Yang Haoran's reply made Zhong Siyu freeze. She had expected him to react as usual, perhaps saying 'Alright, Siyu,' but this time he didn't. This completely caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily dazed.
However, Zhong Siyu's daze lasted only an instant. She quickly recovered, her face no longer showing anger, but rather a look of confusion as she gazed at Yang Haoran.
“Yang Haoran, you seem a bit off today. Did you run into some kind of insurmountable trouble? ”
Zhong Siyu asked, a clear gleam of schadenfreude in her eyes.
Hearing this, Yang Haoran sighed, then shook his head in spite of himself, remaining silent.
Seeing Yang Haoran's reaction, Zhong Siyu immediately confirmed her suspicion: this guy Yang Haoran had indeed encountered some trouble. Once she was certain, a cruel smile bloomed on her face.
Zhong Siyu spoke with grand generosity, putting on an air that implied no matter how big the problem, she would have his back.
Upon hearing Zhong Siyu's words, Yang Haoran couldn't feel happy in the slightest; instead, a wry smile appeared on his face.
“Young Miss, I truly don’t have any Soul Crystals left. Really, I’m absolutely not lying to you. ”
Yang Haoran said, a look of utter fear for Zhong Siyu on his face.
Zhong Siyu was right; he indeed had something bothering him at the moment, and that was, naturally, the matter of the God Statue. However, he didn't expect Zhong Siyu to be of any help.
One reason was that he was terrified of Zhong Siyu’s exploitation. If he really let her help, he worried he would be squeezed ruthlessly for payment yet again.
Another reason was that he didn’t believe Zhong Siyu could help with this particular matter. If it were about murder or arson, Yang Haoran felt there would be absolutely no problem, as those were Zhong Siyu’s strengths. She would certainly complete such a task perfectly, and might even throw in some sadistic methods to torment the target.
But asking Zhong Siyu to use her brain to come up with a suitable God Statue? Yang Haoran felt that might be too difficult for her. It wasn’t that Zhong Siyu lacked knowledge or hadn’t seen mighty and domineering beasts; rather, Yang Haoran knew that Zhong Siyu had absolutely no interest in this area. Even if he told her, she wouldn’t necessarily trouble herself over such a thing.
It was precisely because Yang Haoran considered these two points that he didn’t reveal his inner troubles. Instead, he told Zhong Siyu that he had no Soul Crystals left. His meaning was simple: he was telling Zhong Siyu, 'I don’t have what you want anymore, so please be kind and let me go. '
How could Zhong Siyu not understand the implication of Yang Haoran's words? Seeing his fearful expression, the cruel smile on her face deepened. Far from being angry, she seemed to be in a very good mood.
“Look at how useless you are, founding an empire and still being so stingy. Fine, I won’t charge you this time. I’ll solve a problem for you for free. Hurry up and speak before this Young Miss changes her mind. ”
Zhong Siyu being so generous this time was quite unexpected for Yang Haoran. After a moment of thought, he decided to tell Zhong Siyu about his current troubles. It wasn't that he was tempted by her free offer; he simply wanted to quickly get rid of her, because according to his guess, once Zhong Siyu knew his current dilemma, she would certainly just walk away, given her complete lack of interest in such matters.
“I want to become a god, and therefore I need to forge my own God Statue to collect Power of Faith. But as for what appearance the God Statue should have, or what kind of mighty beast to choose, I haven’t found anything suitable, so I’m having a headache over this matter. ”
The moment Zhong Siyu heard Yang Haoran's words, the cruel smile on her face immediately froze. She stared at Yang Haoran, her eyes filled with shock, remaining speechless for a long time.
Seeing Zhong Siyu frozen in place, utterly shocked and speechless, just staring blankly at him, Yang Haoran couldn't help but tease with a smile.
“Heh heh, do you really have to be so shocked? Though, to be honest, you look much cuter when you’re shocked than when your face is full of cruelty. ”
Yang Haoran's voice brought Zhong Siyu back from her shock. She didn't bother to dwell on Yang Haoran's teasing—or rather, at the moment, she couldn't be bothered—instead, she seized the main point and continued.
“What did you just say? You want to become a god? My goodness! This Young Miss truly never realized before that your ambition, Yang Haoran, was this immense. Now this Young Miss finally understands some things: why you took such huge risks and expended vast resources to transfer all your personnel, and why you established the Great Night Empire here. It seems all of this was merely a prelude; you had already harbored the idea of becoming a god for a long time, which is why you acted as you did. ”
Zhong Siyu wore a look of disbelief. Given her personality, it was rare to see such an expression on her face, which alone showed how utterly shocked she was in her heart at that moment.
Yang Haoran smiled, his expression unchanged by Zhong Siyu’s shock. He didn't refute her; instead, he tacitly agreed with her statement.
There was, in fact, nothing to refute. Considering his current actions, anyone who put a little thought into it could guess that everything he had done previously was merely preparation. There was no point in refuting such a thing, nor was there any need for him to do so.
Seeing Yang Haoran smile but remain silent, implicitly agreeing with her statement, Zhong Siyu confirmed that her guess was correct. The shock in her heart gradually dissipated, coming and going quickly, and the cruel smile returned to her face.
“Becoming a god indeed holds immense temptation. When one’s realm reaches our level, I’m afraid few don’t dream of becoming a god. But that’s all it usually is: a dream. Not many truly dare to attempt it, because the chances of success are slim, while the chances of falling are astonishingly high. The Spirit Master False God from before is a vivid example. His strength was absolutely superior to ours, and his believers were countless, yet he ultimately stopped at the Apotheosis Platform. Even with the Talisman Ancestor’s assistance, he didn’t succeed in obtaining a God Position. As a participant in that great battle, you know this very well. ”
Yang Haoran nodded with a smile upon hearing this.
“Since you understand perfectly how immense the risks are, yet you still dare to do this, this Young Miss truly admires your courage. I always thought I was crazy enough, but now it seems I’m far from it compared to you. You’re much crazier than this Young Miss. It truly confirms that old saying, doesn’t it? ”
Zhong Siyu said with a cruel smile. Yang Haoran's interest was piqued by her words, so he asked with a chuckle.
“What old saying? ”
Seeing Yang Haoran take the bait, the cruel smile on Zhong Siyu’s face deepened, and she said with a laugh.
“A biting dog doesn’t bark. ”
Yang Haoran’s mouth twitched a few times. Although he had guessed Zhong Siyu’s words wouldn’t be pleasant, he hadn’t expected them to be so venomous.
Seeing Yang Haoran at a loss for words, Zhong Siyu appeared very pleased and continued.
“Jokes aside, I truly admire you. Not only do you have such an idea, but you also dare to act on it. Good, heh heh, very good indeed. Don’t worry, I will fully support you. You and I are now intertwined in fate; naturally, I don’t wish for you to kick the bucket. If one day you truly manage to become a god, this Young Miss will also benefit from your glory. ”
By the end, Zhong Siyu was no longer merely happy; her entire being seemed incredibly excited, and she even made a promise to Yang Haoran, vowing to fully support him in becoming a god.
In contrast, Yang Haoran remained remarkably calm. Even with Zhong Siyu’s promise of full support, neither his expression nor his inner emotions changed.
“Heh heh, you also know that the risk of becoming a god is immense. Nine times out of ten, one will fall because of it, or even suffer Soul Transformation. As my Guardian Spirit, if my soul were to dissipate, your fate would certainly not be good either. Why don’t you advise me to give up this impractical idea, so neither of us would be in danger? ”
Yang Haoran asked with a smile. The cruel smile on Zhong Siyu’s face did not diminish; instead, it intensified as she spoke.
“Advise you? Why would I advise you? Isn’t this more exciting? I love this thrilling feeling. If only I had subordinates of my own, I’d want to try becoming a god too. A peaceful life isn’t what this Young Miss wants; what I desire is a path filled with bloody slaughter. If you want to become a god, your path will surely be fraught with hardships and bloodshed, which is exactly what this Young Miss anticipates! I’m so excited I can barely contain myself, so why would I advise you to stop? ”
Zhong Siyu's string of rhetorical questions showed that there wasn't a single false word in her statement; she truly was looking forward to it.
“I understand your feelings, and I’m also aware of your preferences. It’s just that such a life would also threaten your own existence. If one day you were to lose your life because of it, would you not regret it? ”
Yang Haoran’s expression remained unchanged as he asked with a faint smile. Zhong Siyu, her face full of cruel smiles, responded immediately without a second thought.
“Regret my ass! This Young Miss has already died once, do you think I’d be afraid of this? Besides, I’ve long grown tired of living. If someone has the ability to take this Young Miss’s life, then I would truly be liberated. However, in this world, I doubt there are many who could! ”
Zhong Siyu’s words were incredibly arrogant, but she certainly had the capital to be so. To say that Zhong Siyu was invincible in this world would definitely be unrealistic, but given her current strength, there really weren’t many people in this world who could threaten her life.
Yang Haoran didn't comment on Zhong Siyu's reply. He merely nodded with a smile, his thoughts unknown to anyone. Just as Zhong Siyu finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, then asked Yang Haoran with a cruel grin.
“Why must your God Statue be a mighty beast? Can’t you use your own image? ”
At Zhong Siyu’s question, Yang Haoran couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile.
“My appearance is out of the question. It lacks a certain domineering quality and wouldn’t achieve the effect I’m going for. ”
The moment he said this, Zhong Siyu completely disregarded Yang Haoran's feelings and nodded in strong agreement.
“That’s true, your appearance really has nothing to do with being mighty and domineering. So, have you considered using my image for the God Statue? I’m your Guardian Spirit, and we have a contract. Using my image should work. ”
At this point, Zhong Siyu deliberately glanced at Yang Haoran a few more times, wanting to see his reaction to her suggestion. However, Yang Haoran's response left her very displeased: he merely looked at her with a bewildered expression, as if to say, 'What nonsense are you spouting? '
“What kind of expression is that? Is my image bad? Compared to yours, my image is countless times better. The two are like heaven and earth, utterly incomparable! Or are you just reluctant to use my image as a God Statue? ”
Zhong Siyu grew annoyed, her temper flaring instantly, and her tone revealed her displeasure. Yang Haoran had a massive headache dealing with this neurotic Young Miss, so he quickly began to explain.
“It’s not that I’m reluctant to use your image as a God Statue. It’s because your image is so. . . cute. It also has absolutely nothing to do with being mighty and domineering; in fact, it gives off a vibe of wanting to pound someone’s chest with tiny fists. This also doesn’t meet my criteria for choosing a God Statue. Moreover, while we do have a contract, if your image were truly used as the God Statue without any involvement from me, I can’t guarantee that I’d successfully collect Power of Faith. ”
With Yang Haoran's explanation, Zhong Siyu's expression finally softened a little. She didn't speak further, but instead furrowed her brows in thought.
Seeing this, Yang Haoran prepared to send Zhong Siyu away. He had never held any hope for her help with the God Statue matter; the sooner he got rid of her, the sooner he could calmly seek inspiration for the statue. However, just as he was about to speak, Zhong Siyu suddenly interjected again!
“Right! I’ve thought of it! ”
Zhong Siyu was beaming with excitement. Seeing her sudden outburst, as if she really had thought of something, Yang Haoran could only swallow the words he was about to say, then somewhat reluctantly asked Zhong Siyu.
“Heh heh, what have you thought of? ”
Zhong Siyu’s face was filled with a cruel smile as she spoke mysteriously to Yang Haoran.
“I’ve figured out how to solve this difficult problem of your God Statue! ”
Zhong Siyu was utterly confident, but Yang Haoran paid her no mind, because he didn’t believe for a second that Zhong Siyu could actually provide him with useful information in this area.
However, Yang Haoran didn't reject Zhong Siyu for this reason. On one hand, he knew the consequences of refusing her could be severe; on the other, he didn't want to dampen Zhong Siyu's enthusiasm. So, he forced himself to maintain a smile, making it as natural as possible, and then asked Zhong Siyu.
“Heh heh, tell me. Perhaps it really can solve the problem I’m currently facing. ”
Yang Haoran said, going against his true feelings, but Zhong Siyu didn't care much. She didn't even consider whether Yang Haoran's words were insincere. Seeing that he had spoken, she immediately said with a smile.
“I think the image of us after Soul Fusion is excellent. Using that image as your God Statue would definitely be striking, don’t you think? ”
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