As evil spirits descended in a wave of horror, Xu Yuan was asked from the start by a weasel to grant it a title.
The weasel stood upright and said, “Fellow villager, fellow villager, do I look like a human or a god to you?”
Before Xu Yuan could answer, two prompts appeared before him.
Option One: Say it looks human. Reward: Its cultivation will be ruined, and it will haunt you for the rest of your life. Outcome: immediate death.
Option Two: Say it looks like a god. Reward: It will make you its patron, and you will have to worship it as its grandson for generations. Outcome: humiliating death.
Option Three: Kill the weasel. Reward: Two hundred years of the weasel's cultivation!
Xu Yuan unbuttoned his shirt. Tattooed on his chest was a wicked Nezha with three heads and six arms; on his back, Guan Yu with eyes wide open; on his left hand, Zhong Kui wielding a magic sword; on his right arm, Fahai holding a golden alms bowl high; on his left leg, the headless Xingtian battling Heaven and Earth; on his right leg, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven wreaking havoc in the Celestial Palace. The Thunder Dao Celestial Lord Wen Zhong appeared before him, guarded by eighteen guardian deities of the sect, with thirty-six generals of the Thunder Ministry arrayed for battle and five hundred spirit officials leading the charge!
Xu Yuan smiled. “You tell me: do I look like a human or a god?”
