On the final day of the Divine Pact college entrance exam, a young heir to a powerful family sacrifices a century-old spirit hound’s tooth worth 280,000 yuan, drawing the gaze of the True Lord Erlang and shaking the entire school.
He smugly slapped a stack of bills against Gu Chang’an’s face. “You poor loser, you can’t even afford a stick of incense. Get out of the exam hall!”
Gu Chang’an wiped the dust from his face and walked toward the altar with a piece of worn-out green-vine paper in his hand.
Pointing at me, he laughed hysterically with everyone else. “You’re so damn broke you’ve lost your mind! Other people sacrifice magical treasures and jade, and you’re burning essay paper for the gods?”
To make an example of him, he charged onto the platform and stamped hard on Gu Chang’an’s prayer, grinding it underfoot. “This trash isn’t even fit to be toilet paper for my dog! What kind of scrap-collecting wild god are you praying to?”
Gu Chang’an didn’t get angry. He simply lit the scraps and lowered his head to recite the final line: “Respectfully submitted for your review.”
The heir laughed until tears streamed down his face. Pointing at the sky, he taunted, “What are you putting on an act for? Where’s your god? Why doesn’t that lousy god of yours come down and strike me dead?”
The moment the words left his mouth, all thirty-six ancient bronze bells, sealed away for a hundred years, boomed at once! Ten thousand feet of sky was torn apart by five-colored divine lightning.
Amid an endless sea of thunder, a black-robed True Lord bearing the image of an emperor pressed down across the heavens. His supreme imperial might forced the young heir to his knees, and then a divine bolt of lightning that crossed countless realms crashed down on his head. “You dare trample the first prayer I’ve received in a hundred years?!”
