Chapter 136
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Chapter 136: Fake Mud Basin
“Um… Can I make a suggestion?”
Fighting God took a deep breath and spoke up.
“Go ahead!”
Star God turned his gaze to Fighting God.
Does Fighting God have a different take on this?
Well, he is a fate bearer with the character "God." Maybe he’s not big on arguing, or just doesn’t feel like diving into debates.
Every fate bearer’s opinion is worth hearing; who knows, it might spark some fresh ideas!
“Next time you guys talk about the spiritual bug, can you skip the awkward part?”
“……”
Star God raised an eyebrow, then turned to Su Wen. “Let’s head back.”
Fighting God quickly interjected, “Can’t you at least agree to this one thing?”
Star God paused, then said, “……”
Fighting God’s train of thought is something else!
Just a moment ago, he was deep in discussion with the God of Martial Arts about national issues and the Arrow Realm’s attacks on the human camp.
But the second Fighting God spoke up, he completely lost the urge to keep talking.
“Fine.”
After a brief silence, Star God said, “I’ll talk to the God of Theater. We’ll try to avoid it in the future.”
“Any other suggestions? If not, let’s go.”
Fighting God shook his head. “Nope, that’s it.”
“Alright!”
As soon as he finished speaking, starlight shimmered around them, and the three vanished on the spot.
When Star God and the others returned to the organization’s office, they found Wind God sprawled on the sofa, munching on snacks and casually playing a game on his phone.
Spotting the trio, Wind God quickly set his phone aside.
But not wanting to ditch his game and get flamed by his teammates, he summoned a gust of wind to form an invisible hand on the screen, keeping the game going.
“Xiao Feng, shouldn’t you be studying? What are you doing?”
Fighting God walked over, grabbed Wind God’s snacks, and asked, “Where’s the God of Theater?”
Wind God sat up straight. “The God of Theater stepped out. By the way, Fighting God, how’d you guys get back so fast? It hasn’t even been a day. Your exploration speed is insane!”
Fighting God sighed. “What can I say? Once the God of Martial Arts wrapped up his business, we had to come back.”
Wind God blinked, then glanced at the mask of the God of Martial Arts on Su Wen’s face.
“Oh, got it.”
“Do you get it now?”
Fighting God paused his snacking and asked, puzzled, “I remember you weren’t around when we talked about this before, right?”
Wind God glanced at Fighting God and said, “Brother God of Fighting, don’t underestimate my intelligence. It’s such a straightforward thing; anyone could figure it out.”
Nearby, Star God spoke softly, “Wind God, we’re holding a funeral for the God of Wealth tomorrow. Don’t forget to attend.”
Wind God nodded, “Got it! By the way, after the funeral, do we stay for the feast?”
In his hometown, it’s common to have a feast after a funeral, whether it’s a somber or celebratory event.
But since the God of Wealth’s funeral isn’t exactly ordinary, he wanted to check.
If there’s a feast, he’d eat less tomorrow.
“It’s likely to be arranged,”
Star God replied, “But I think it’ll be pretty late by the time we eat.”
After saying this, Star God looked at Su Wen and said, “Since this matter’s settled, let’s all get back to our own tasks.”
“I’ve got plenty to handle myself.”
“Whether it’s studying or training, everyone should focus on their own work. I won’t stick around to chat.”
With that, Star God gave a slight nod and stepped away, vanishing instantly.
He still hadn’t fully absorbed the insights from the God of Wealth.
In fact, he was far from it!
“I’ve got things to do too,”
Su Wen said quietly, then headed toward his office.
As he approached, he paused briefly at the sight of the words “God of Wealth’s Office.”
As the God of Martial Arts, it felt a bit off for him to keep using the God of Wealth’s office.
Then he noticed the office next door, labeled “God of Martial Arts Office.”
“Even though the God of Wealth is gone, we should keep the office. It’s a way to remember him, right?”
Su Wen thought for a moment, then turned and walked to the God of Martial Arts Office.
Just then, he recalled some ideas from the previous timeline.
Wasn’t he supposed to set up a spirit tablet for himself in the main Time and Space, break through to the seventh level, unlock Money Breaks Duality’s sub-talent, and burn three incense sticks?
No problem!
Since the God of Wealth’s office is empty, he’d renovate it later and set up the spirit tablet for the God of Wealth.
That tablet would also honor the fallen “God of Wealth” in every sacrificed timeline!
It’s fine for him to offer incense to himself, right?
Though others might find it a bit eerie, he knows what it means in his heart.
“Yuan Bao, come take a look. What’s up with this mud basin?”
Su Wen entered the office and took out the clay basin.
“If this clay basin is related to the God of Wealth, could it be a Gathering Treasure Basin?”
Yuanbao leaped onto the table and began to carefully examine the clay basin.
“Master, it seems I… don’t sense the source energy of the Divine Artifacts of the God of Wealth.”
“If it’s a Gathering Treasure Basin, you do indeed have a Divine Artifact like that, but a Gathering Treasure Basin doesn’t look like this!”
“It’s so ugly; how could a Gathering Treasure Basin look so bad?”
Su Wen furrowed his brow slightly. Yuanbao couldn’t recognize this Divine Artifact either?
So… is it really the God of Wealth’s exclusive Divine Artifact?
Could it really be like Fighting God said, just a urinal?
Thinking about this, Su Wen reached out and slowly infused a bit of the power of Wealth Source into the clay basin.
“Buzz!”
The clay basin shivered slightly, and then a streak of golden light flashed through it.
“Yuanbao, do you see? Is the clay basin reacting to the power of Wealth Source?”
“Did you see that golden light?”
“Could it be the Gathering Treasure Basin?”
A spark of excitement flashed in Su Wen’s eyes. Since the clay basin shone with golden light, then it must be the Gathering Treasure Basin.
“Respected God of Wealth, although I don’t want to dampen your excitement,”
Yuanbao said shyly, “I still want to mention that the power of Wealth Source you possess will enhance any object when infused into it.”
“Objects blessed by the God of Wealth will exhibit a shining golden glow.”
“The more Wealth Source you infuse, the brighter the golden glow on the blessed object will shine.”
Saying this, Yuanbao paused and then softly added, “If you really can’t bear it and want to try, you can infuse a considerable amount of Wealth Source into this clay basin.”
“Give it a try, and you’ll know the result.”
Su Wen: “…”
Yuanbao spoke with such conviction!
Could it be that this clay basin really has no special use?
Is this a shabby clay basin really the reward for completing the fate task?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Wen’s mind.
He remembered the character description of Divine Artifact, Yuanbao: “Close to vermilion, one becomes red; close to ink, one becomes black.” He felt this matter could be explored further.
