From the Start, a Weasel Asked Me to Grant Its Title

Evil spirits descend in a terrifying wave, and Xu Yuan gets a weasel’s request for a divine title from the start.

The weasel stands upright. “Neighbor, neighbor, do I look like a human or a god to you?”

Before Xu Yuan can answer, two prompts appear before him.

Option One: Say it looks human. Reward: Its cultivation will be ruined, and it will haunt you to death. Outcome: immediate death.

Option Two: Say it looks like a god. Reward: It will choose you as its successor, and your descendants will have to worship it like their ancestor for generations. Outcome: a humiliating death.

Option Three: Shoot the weasel dead and gain two hundred years of its cultivation!

Xu Yuan unbuttons his shirt. On his chest is a tattoo of the wicked Nezha with three heads and six arms. His back bears Guan Yu with eyes wide open. On his left hand, Zhong Kui grips a magic sword; on his right arm, Fahai raises his golden alms bowl. On his left leg, the headless Xingtian battles heaven and earth; on his right leg, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven wreaks havoc in the celestial palace. The Thunder Dao Heavenly Lord Wen Zhong appears before him, eighteen guardian deities protect him, thirty-six thunder generals array themselves in formation, and five hundred spirit officers lead the charge!

Xu Yuan smiles. “You tell me: do I look like a human or a god?”