602: A Pair of Embroidered Shoes

A Pair of Embroidered Shoes

"They are like me, a person who should be long dead. We should have died in the battlefield twenty thousand years ago. We are only forced to live until now by the situation."

Saint Woodcutter set aside his ax and sighed ruefully. "Fu Riluo, do you know? If it was during Founding Emperor Era, a small devil god like you jumping around would have long been sent up to God Execution Stage to be executed. However, the present is different from the past. I admire you very much and I also know your abilities and methods. When you didn't involve people of the celestial heavens and relied on your own strength to attack Supreme Emperor Heaven, I knew you didn't want to be under someone's rule. You have your own ambition and magnificent aspiration. You want to use Supreme Emperor Heaven as a springboard to jump to Founding Emperor Celestial Heavens. Your ambition is very big."

Fu Riluo gave a slight smile. "How can a man not have any ambition in this world? If one doesn't have any, what's the difference between them and a dried fish?"

Saint Woodcutter shook his head. "Have you ever thought what would happen if you take over Founding Emperor Celestial Heavens? Will you be wiped out? To put away the bow once the birds are gone, to boil the hound once it caught the rabbit—you should understand that, right? When you attack until Great Ruins, the moment you wipe out Eternal Peace is also the end of you and your clansmen. The disaster of your clan being wiped out is merely inches away. With Fu Riluo as your name, the wise sage of the devil race, you wouldn't not understand it, am I right?"

Fu Riluo's neck turned as he changed to his face on the right. He said leisurely, "Saint is skilled in attacking the heart. You may look like you are concerned for me, but you're actually playing with emotions. I understand your logic, but I also know that I need to find a path of survival for my people. As for whether the celestial heavens will wipe me out or not, it will still remain a possibility. At most, I will stoop down to become a dog. The celestial heavens won't stoop so low to kill a dog, right?"

His left face smiled and said, "A man living in this world needs to be flexible. Dao Brother, if you still insist to use Luofu Heaven to threaten me, I don't need to kill you. There will naturally be someone who will kill you. Dao Brother, what's the harm in you being flexible?"

Saint Woodcutter shook his head. "If I want to be a dog, I could have done so twenty thousand years ago. If I can stand and live, I'd rather stand."

Fu Riluo's gaze wavered. "But after more people die, you will still end up lying down like a dead dog."

Saint Woodcutter smiled. "I'm not afraid of being broken into pieces. I'm willing to die even more miserably. Don't worry, I won't die lying on the ground. Back then, you proposed that I let out part of Eternal Peace's territory to your devil race. Now that Qin Mu is here, I can tell you…"

His expression suddenly turned cold. "As long as we are alive, we will never give up an inch of Founding Emperor's land!"

"If you stretch your leg in, I'll chop it off! If you stretch your head in, I'll chop it off! If your devil race dares to enter Eternal Peace, I will wipe out your devil race!"

He coldly added, "Don't you even think about Founding Emperor's land!"

Fu Riluo's three faces instantly turned solemn. He replied in a cold voice, "Then we have not come into an agreement. In that case, let us sign the Pact of Earth Count!"

He raised his brush and rapidly wrote the words in the oath. He gently raised his hands and the paper flew towards Saint Woodcutter. Saint Woodcutter also wrote down his oath and exchanged papers with him.

The two of them examined each other's oath, checking if there were any flaws. They then used their brushes to change some terms and exchanged papers again to check. They carefully examined it once more and fixed the parts they couldn't accept.

They did this over and over again until both of them finally agreed on each other's oaths.

The two of them stood up and said their oaths. Fu Riluo used the devil language while Saint Woodcutter used the god language. Both languages rang out at the same time, carrying a different profound theory and marvel. They even attacked each other!

Qin Mu was skilled in both types of languages, so no matter if it was the devil language or god language, he understood both and subconsciously fell into a trance.

The space suddenly vibrated and the mountain under their feet shook continuously. Everyone on the sacrificial altar hurriedly steadied themselves. Below the sacrificial altar, Granny Si and the black tiger god were facing the other two devil gods. The ground under their feet also automatically floated up. The four gods steadied themselves to prevent themselves from being taken advantage of.

Granny Si swayed left and right. Her cultivation seemed to be lacking as she fell back several steps. One of her embroidered shoes accidentally fell off, so she could only stabilize herself with a bare foot.

The eyes of the devil god in front of her lit up. Before she could even react, he had stretched his hand to pick up the fallen embroidered shoe. Holding it in his hand, the devil god stared at Granny Si's white feet. He chuckled and placed the shoe under his nose to take a sniff.

Granny Si was livid. She stretched her hand out with a smile that was not quite a smile. "Give it back to me!"

The devil god chuckled again and placed the shoe into his chest. "I take pity on little beauty. I'll be keeping this."

Granny Si became even more furious. She took out the other shoe and threw it at him. "You are a devil god after all, an existence that's high above. How can you be so frivolous?"

The devil god raised his other hand to catch the other pair. He stared at her pair of white feet. He chuckled and said, "Nice! Now I've got a pair! Little beauty is truly born so delicately. I also have some concubines from the human race. If you listen to me, I can make you my primary wife. I will go back home and eat that faded old woman of mine!"

Granny Si chuckled as she replied, "If you eat your faded old woman, I still need to worry when I become a faded old woman and wait for you to eat me! You can't wear my small shoes, so you can take them."

The black tiger god frowned and thought to himself, 'Where is this woman from? Her words are confusing and she's flirting with this devil god. She's really an unreliable person like Junior Brother Qin!'

The surroundings were shrouded by thick darkness. Suddenly, light from flames traveled out from the darkness as a pair of huge sharp horns gradually rose from the darkness below the sacrificial altar.

The surroundings of the sacrificial altar were as dark as night. The nine bends and eighteen curves of that pair of sharp horns were as tall as clouds, surpassing the sacrificial altar.

The black tiger god's heart was greatly startled, his hammers accidentally dropping from his hands. He hurriedly picked them up and raised his head to look at this pair of sharp horns that was continuously rising from the darkness.

After a moment, the apparition of Earth Count revealed its head. The two sharp horns had already risen to a height that was on par with the planets in outer space.

The fierce tiger face of Earth Count was hidden in the darkness while the flames in his eyes made his face glow from time to time. The huge and magnificent sacrificial altar was also lit up from time to time under his gaze.

Earth Count was waiting quietly for them to read out their oaths.

This was just an apparition—he was not the real Earth Count. It was his power being projected into this world to witness these two strong practitioners making a pact.

Earth Count couldn't descend personally as his corporeal body was simply too vast. If he were to actually descend, this weak world wouldn't be able to handle it.

Qin Mu became excited and waved his hand vigorously at the apparition of Earth Count.

However, Earth Count's expression was solemn. He paid no attention to him.

Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly as he shouted, "Me! It's me! Earth Count, we've met before! I'm Qin Fengqing! You even sealed me!"

Earth Count continued to ignore him.

Still, Qin Mu continued to wave excitedly.

The corners of Earth Count's eyes trembled. "Behave yourself! Don't talk to me, I'm handling business."

Zhe Huali and Qi Jiuyi looked at each other in dismay, their hearts feeling rather shocked.

Fu Riluo and Saint Woodcutter finished reading the oath and signed the Pact of Earth Count. The majestic head of Earth Count glanced at Qin Mu, who was waiting excitedly to talk to him.

Qi Jiuyi hesitated for a moment and he walked over to greet Earth Count.

Earth Count paid no attention to him. He said to Qin Mu, "Don't cause any trouble."

After saying that, he gradually sank into the darkness and slowly disappeared, leaving Qin Mu and Qi Jiuyi on the sacrificial altar.

When his sharp horns had completely disappeared into the ground, the darkness dispersed as the surroundings regained its brightness.

Saint Woodcutter stared at Qin Mu. Fu Riluo also stared at Qin Mu. Qi Jiuyi and Zhe Huali's gazes were also fixed on Qin Mu.

Earth Count always had the solemn and dignified image of controlling life and death. He never did any small talk. Every time there were strong practitioners making an oath, his power would be projected over as a witness. That kind of aura was dark and terrifying, making people unable to breathe.

This time, not only did the apparition of Earth Count talk, he even seemed very familiar with Qin Mu. Because of this, people couldn't help but suspect if Earth Count would be impartial when making a pact to him.

The reason why Earth Count had become the figure of making a pact was because he didn't have any selfishness. If he did, it would be very terrifying.

"It seems like Little Friend Qin and Earth Count's relationship is good," Fu Riluo said while beaming.

Qin Mu closed all his three eyes and didn't look at him. He grunted. "If our relationship is so good, he wouldn't have sealed me."

Fu Riluo settled his heart down. He suddenly thought of Qin Mu's jade pendant. Deep down, he felt frightened. 'That jade pendant is Earth Count's seal? I've suppressed the seal that day which was why I released that devil king?'

He felt enlightened and the rock in his heart had been finally placed on the ground. 'Earth Count personally sealed him, so it seems like he can forget about breaking free from the seal. Now, I can be at ease when dealing with him. It's just that this brat doesn't dare to look at me anymore.'

At this moment, a miserable scream came from below and everyone on the altar was surprised. They hurriedly came to the edge and looked down.

They saw a devil god hugging his legs and rolling around in pain. On the feet of that devil god was a pair of delicately embroidered shoes. The shoes were only three inches and they were filled with needles, which pricked the feet of the devil god and turned them bloody.

The body of the devil god was sometimes small and sometimes big as he tried to break free from the shoes. Unfortunately, they only shrunk and didn't become bigger. At this moment, the bones of his feet were completely shattered—the pain was indescribable.

On the side, the black tiger god and the other devil god looked at Granny Si in fear. They didn't dare to get closer.

"Both the bones in your feet are completely broken."

Granny Si spoke cheerfully and advised him with a gentle and soft voice, "Cut them off. Once the needles have reached your heart and lungs, or even your brain, it will be too late."0

The devil god trembled from the pain as he gritted his teeth. He hissed, "You tricked me into wearing your small shoes..."

Granny Si said in astonishment, "You wanted to wear them yourself. When have I ever lied to you?"

On the sacrificial altar, Fu Riluo raised his eyebrows and sneered at Saint Woodcutter. "This is another one of your disciples? She's the same as Dao brother, injuring people with a stab in the back!"

Saint Woodcutter was also slightly astonished and he shook his head. "I don't consider her my disciple, but her wits are comparable to mine."

Fu Riluo snorted. His voice reached the bottom of the altar. "Mu Tuluo, your divine art isn't exquisite enough. You can't suppress her needles. The longer you delay, the more your life will be in danger. Chop off your two legs."

Mu Tuluo was currently trying his best to suppress the embroidery needles that were flowing in his blood. They were so thin that they were hard to detect, yet they were as nimble as fine swords, tunneling into his blood vessels. He used his vital qi and transformed them into different divine arts to block the needles off. However, because it was his own body, he couldn't execute any powerful divine art, so he couldn't block the needles.

He heard Fu Riluo's words and gave a shout. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he wiped his tears away before chopping down, removing both of his calves.

On the part where his legs were severed, numerous fine silver needles came flowing out like water.

"The forging method of Heavenly Works God Race!"

Fu Riluo saw the forging method of Founding Emperor's Heavenly Works God Race and his heart was astonished. He suddenly remembered that old blacksmith beside Qin Mu. Granny Si's silver needles must be from that old blacksmith!

"A blacksmith, a tailor, a painter, an apothecary... What kind of people are those hanging around this Qin Mu?" Fu Riluo couldn't help but feel his headache.

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