Chapter 85 - Illusion Card, Flash of Wisdom
Chapter 85: Illusion Card, Flash of Wisdom
“Here!”
How could Li Ao, a thousand-year-old demon, possibly leave such an obvious flaw for others to catch!
“This 4396 is a bit more than before, but it’s definitely fake,” Ling Long still doesn’t believe this is Li Ao’s true combat power.
“Setting such a number must have a special purpose, right?”
Wu Ying believes that Li Ao’s choice to modify this number must have a deep meaning.
“No, it just increased to this number,” Li Ao waved his hand.
“Do you think I believe that?”
Ling Long huffed.
“Li Ao, you have a real combat power of over four thousand?”
Fuxi just realized how incredibly powerful his demon lord little brother was: “Is your combat power ten times mine?”
“Now it’s ten times, but in the future, it should easily widen to a gap of ten thousand times!”
Wu Ying teased harshly.
“…”
Fuxi was nearly shocked into a heart attack.
But then he thought about it.
Even if Li Ao was strong.
He was still his subordinate.
What does it matter if the demon lord’s little brother is stronger?
The stronger he is, the more prestigious Fuxi felt.
Thinking this, Fuxi’s heart relaxed immediately, and a smile spread across his chubby face: “It’s good that Li Ao is strong. I’d be happier if he was ten thousand times stronger than me!”
“Eh? Aren’t you a blockhead? How did you come to terms with that?”
Wu Ying’s comments hurt more than a wasp sting when she spoke.
“I forgive you!”
Fuxi knew arguing with the other party was impossible, but no matter, he could forgive them.
As a big man.
With a broad heart.
Isn’t it right to kindly forgive you?
The main mode of transportation in Shangjing is the airship, available in various models.
There are super-giant models that can accommodate thousands of people at once, ultra-small models for about ten passengers, and of course, the most common are the mid-sized ones.
These models can carry between twenty to two hundred people, offering ample space inside, and their flight speed is much faster than that of the super-giant models.
The airship that Long Ying rented was a medium-small model, limited to twenty passengers.
Starting from the War God Square platform.
Heading to the Temple of Creation.
Twenty minutes.
Viewing the unique sky scenery of Shangjing along the way, they arrived safely at their destination without realizing how time flew.
“Welcome!”
The staff at the Temple of Creation approached as they saw the airship land, quietly reminding Li Ao and the others to maintain respect for the God of Creation, and if not absolutely necessary, it’s best not to mention the name of the god’s rival faction, the evil gods.
“Understood.”
Li Ao nodded, knowing the true reason behind maintaining this respect.
Around the temple.
If one casually mentions the name of this deity and the names of rival faction gods.
The gods of the Celestial Realm could actually hear it.
Of course, if it’s a powerful higher god, they could hear their names mentioned anywhere on the Tianfeng Continent if they chose to listen.
Certain completely secluded sanctuaries might be exceptions, but these are rare.
Generally, the gods have their own matters to attend to, they don’t concern themselves with the affairs of the lower realms, automatically blocking out strangers’ mentions, only listening to prayers within the temples or the heartfelt pleas of their own devout followers.
Even if they are only believers, the high gods possess millions upon millions of devoted followers.
If they were to manage the affairs of the lower realms every day, they would never have a moment of peace, despite being capable of using avatars and instantaneously creating countless spiritual divisions.
Even so, they would still be overwhelmed.
Most prayers and worship within the temple, as well as the supplications of the faithful, are generally handled by the servants and messengers within the kingdom of the gods.
In cases of major importance, where even the messengers cannot resolve the issue, the divine realm dispatches divine generals, and even gods themselves. Only matters that escalate to divine warfare prompt the gods themselves to intervene; mundane matters of the lower realms seldom necessitate such divine presence… Speaking carelessly in the temple is discouraged to reduce the workload of the servants and messengers in the divine kingdom. With so many temples and casual chatter, they would be inundated with trivial conversations, which can be exceedingly annoying!
“We wish to apply for a creation patent exclusive to us!”
Ling Long stated their purpose directly.
“Please, follow me!”
The temple staffer replied with great humility.
The clerical staff of the good alignment are predominantly humble.
Their conduct is meticulously recorded by the servants of the divine realm, serving as a basic criterion for whether they can ascend to the divine kingdom and become part of the divine populace after their death.
No one wants to work hard their entire life only to end in vain, hence the clerical staff of the good alignment, even if not overly enthusiastic, always maintain a humble demeanor.
Non-devout believers and those with particularly significant matters are not allowed into the main hall of the temple where the gods are worshiped.
The clerical staff led Li Ao into a side hall of the Temple of Creation.
They then handed him over to a white-robed priestess for reception.
The white-robed priestess, a middle-aged woman with a gentle face, exuded an approachable aura even without a warm smile.
“May the gods look favorably upon you. Young people are most likely to experience flashes of wisdom, and I look forward to seeing what you can do!”
After a slight bow, she took out a stack of white transformative cards from a finely crafted sandalwood box and handed them one by one to Li Ao and the others.
“We need to conduct a simple assessment of your flashes of wisdom. If you reach the minimum required level, you can then apply for a patent. Would you like to take the test?”
“We are willing to undergo the test for the flash of wisdom,” Li Ao replied without hesitation. After all, why would they be there if they intended to refuse?
“Relax your minds and pour your inner thoughts into the cards. Then we will assess the inventions contained within the cards to determine which level of patent we can grant,” the white-robed priestess led Li Ao and the others to a round table, signaling them to sit and slowly transform their ideas.
Behind the white-robed priestess, several young maidens offered Li Ao, Ling Long, Yue Sha, and the others a cup of sweet berry juice to replenish the mental energy consumed by the transformative cards.
Fuxi had never been inside the Temple of Creation.
He took a sip from his cup and found the drink delightfully sweet and refreshing.
Unable to help himself, he gulped it down.
Realizing his action might have seemed somewhat impolite, he looked towards Li Ao with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Li Ao offered his own cup to Fuxi, who hastily waved his hand, “No, thank you!”
The white-robed priestess smiled gently.
She instructed the maid to bring Fuxi a jug directly: “Take your time with the transformations, no rush. I have to leave for a bit, but I’ll be back in half an hour to check on everyone’s inventions. Please excuse me!”
“Li Ao, I can’t do this transformation thing!”
Fuxi whispered to Li Ao after the white-robed priests and temple maids left.
“We never counted on you to!” Ling Long tasked Fuxi, “Just finish off that jug of sweet berry juice!”
“That, I can do!”
Fuxi, not adept at much else, was an expert at drinking juice.
After all, he was a three-time reigning champion of the Big Eater competition.
A single jug of sweet berry juice was nothing.
Even ten jugs wouldn’t pose a problem.
Besides, the juice was deliciously sweet, just to Fuxi’s taste.
Ling Long sat next to Li Ao to teach him some tricks for invention transformations: “The transformation of inventions has similarities to transforming war beast cards; the connection with the spirit is crucial. The difference is that these are entirely new creations, unlike war beasts which are already complete life forms. You need to use your imagination to create something that can actually be transformed into reality.”
“My method is to think everything through beforehand when I design an outfit. I decide on every aspect, the collar, the sleeves, and then align it with the transformation card,” Wu Ying shared her experiences.
“Uh, my method is a bit dumb; I just keep thinking until it works,” Long Ying admitted sheepishly.
“What about you, Yue Sha?”
Li Ao turned to Yue Sha.
“I don’t know!”
Yue Sha nervously lowered her head, unable to meet Li Ao’s gaze.
Her method involved the princely method of the White Elves; once she had an idea, the transformation card would materialize it based on her inspiration.
This method required no effort, just a flash of inspiration—a luxury that those endlessly imagining with transformation cards to the point of mental breakdown, like the Black Marsh Frogmen, could not fathom.
Of course.
The Black Marsh Frogmen were good for nothing.
They might even end up choking on a fishbone for days!
“Let’s first bring our own creations to life and then compare them in detail. We’ll patent the best designs, and the very best will be kept for personal use,” Ling Long was still confident in Li Ao, the great demon lord. How could he be the top of his class without some talent? As for Fuxi, why trouble someone whose brain was practically empty?
Without a card.
Just with his imagination, Li Ao could turn the Shadow Twin Wolves into boots.
For Li Ao, using a transformation card that could manifest merely from thought or inspiration was far too simple.
Li Ao might not be so diligent about other matters, but when it came to inspiring generation after generation of newcomers, he was willing to put in the effort.
The Newcomer’s Kit.
According to Li Ao.
It had to be as cool as possible.
Young people didn’t need to be mature and steady; what they wanted was a design that screamed youthful energy and trendy style.
“Let’s make one first and see which rank it falls under. Once we have a standard for comparison, we can fully unleash our creativity!”
Li Ao quickly made up his mind.
He gently picked up the transformation card and slowly infused it with his inspiration.
Ling Long and Yue Sha, too immersed in their own thoughts, noticed nothing.
But Fuxi, who was drinking the sweet berry juice,
Was stunned.
The juice poured down his neck unchecked.
Compared to Ling Long, whose fingers and card were only faintly glowing, Li Ao was shining brightly, with the transformation card emitting a wondrous light that soared up, continuously transforming in mid-air…