Cultivation: From Poor Peasant to Celestial Lord

Chapter 269: Chapter 148: Wild Cultivator Influence, Reviving the Water Uncle

Shi Guanqiao barked in a low voice, forcefully suspending the Director’s Official Seal in the air above the shattered Water Uncle Seal.

At the same time, guided by the Official Seal, wisps of his [Pure Nether Water] Power of Dao Foundation, as pure and fine as silk threads, slowly seeped into the fractured Bronze Seal like a gentle spring rain.

The once-dim Seal let out a faint hum. Inside, the desiccated Divine Dao Law, nourished by this power from a kindred Water Dao Foundation, began to arduously reform its connections.

”Stream Water Spirit, your Spirituality still remains! If you will not return now, then when?!”

Shi Guanqiao’s eyes flew wide open, his voice booming like spring thunder.

BOOM! The water vapor in the duty room condensed into a thick fog, and the Bronze Seal erupted with a dazzling, intense golden light.

Under Chu Bai and Zhang Cheng’s watchful gaze, the golden light above the Seal gradually gathered and twisted, vaguely coalescing into a blurry, illusory figure wearing a water-blue Divine Robe.

Although its aura was weak to the extreme, its form so blurry it was indistinct, the unique Divine Dao Authority belonging to a Great Zhou True God had finally descended upon the small room once more.

Chu Bai stood behind Zhang Cheng, his Divine Thought locked firmly onto the phantom image.

’So this is a god ordained by the Great Zhou?’

Inside the duty room, the dense water vapor was on the verge of condensing into droplets. A shimmering azure light pulsed erratically around Shi Guanqiao—it was his Foundation Establishment Dao Foundation, [Pure Nether Water], operating at full capacity to sustain the flickering wisp of Spirituality above the Divine Seal.

Standing to one side, Chu Bai’s eyes narrowed slightly as he secretly activated his [Golden Eye Shattering Illusion] technique. His Micro Level Divine Thought precisely captured every change in the illusory divine figure in the air.

He sighed inwardly. ’These True Gods of the Divine Dao are truly worlds apart from ordinary Cultivators.’

’Cultivators cultivate Spiritual Power and practice Magic Techniques. With a wave of their hand, they can move mountains and fill seas, seeking power for themselves. But True Gods cultivate ”authority” and absorb the ”wishes of the masses.”’

’Take this Stream Water Spirit, for example. Within the territory of the Sanmu River where he was enfeoffed, bolstered by the Great Zhou Law Net and the local Water Vein, even at the same Regular Eighth-Grade, he would be stronger than an ordinary Qi Cultivation Perfection Cultivator.’

’But once outside his Divine Realm, especially in a place like the Evil Suppression Department—suffused with somber Official Qi and governed by strict laws—this True God is like a fish out of water or a tiger without its fangs, weakened to the extreme.’

”Condense!”

Shi Guanqiao barked, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead as the Director’s Official Seal in his hand let out a final roar.

Finally, the chaotic golden light completely converged, transforming into the phantom of a middle-aged man with a gaunt face, draped in a light-blue, gauze-like Divine Robe.

His eyes were shut tight as he floated above the shattered Seal. Although his aura was still feeble, the silhouette of the Divine Spirit had finally stabilized.

”This is my limit.”

Shi Guanqiao withdrew his Magical Power, his face somewhat pale. He let out a long breath and shook his head at Zhang Cheng. ”The Divine Seal was too heavily damaged, and most of its Origin has been lost. I’ve already done everything in my power to revive his remnant soul to this state.”

”No matter. As long as he can speak, it’s enough.”

Zhang Cheng’s expression was grave as he slowly stepped forward. He didn’t rush to question the spirit. Instead, he first retrieved the Regular Seventh-Grade Official Seal that represented his authority as the Anping County Captain.

As he infused it with Magical Power, a stream of light, smooth as a mirror’s surface, rose above the Official Seal.

”This is a ’Merit-Recording Mirror.’ Everything said here will be reported to the Dayuan Prefecture’s Merit Department and Celestial Decree Department.”

Zhang Cheng looked at the divine figure, his voice even and authoritative, imbued with an undeniable official credibility. ”Stream Water Spirit, I am Zhang Cheng, the County Captain of Anping. You were attacked on your way to assume your post. Who was the true culprit? What happened at that time? Please recount the events in detail. I will see that justice is done for you.”

At his words, everyone in the duty room held their breath.

Han Xingmo clenched his fists tightly, Qii Pan’s face was ashen, and Chu Bai focused his Divine Thought even more intently, locking onto the divine figure’s every move.

The divine figure of the Water Uncle slowly opened its eyes.

However, his eyes held none of the relief of a survivor, nor the overwhelming hatred everyone had expected.

They were a pair of clear, empty eyes, filled with a dazed and almost childlike innocence.

He stared blankly at Zhang Cheng, then at Shi Guanqiao, before his gaze finally fell upon the shattered Divine Seal, as if he didn’t recognize the world before him at all.

”Who... am I?”

The divine figure spoke, its voice ethereal yet flat, like a newborn infant babbling its first words.

Zhang Cheng frowned, the light from his Official Seal growing brighter. ”You are the Stream Water Spirit, a Regular Eighth-Grade deity enfeoffed by the Great Zhou. Do not be alarmed. Try to remember. In Threadline Gorge, who intercepted your Divine Ship? Who shattered your Divine Seal?”

The Water Uncle’s divine figure tilted its head, a bizarrely innocent smile spreading across its face.

It circled once above the shattered Seal, muttering to itself, ”I am the Stream Water Spirit, a Regular Eighth-Grade deity enfeoffed by the Great Zhou.”

”I am the Stream Water Spirit, a Regular Eighth-Grade deity enfeoffed by the Great Zhou.”

”What nonsense is he spouting?!” Shi Guanqiao’s expression changed. Forgetting his decorum, he strode forward and swept his Divine Thought roughly across the divine figure.

A moment later, Shi Guanqiao dejectedly lowered his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

”His memory is completely gone...”

He turned to Zhang Cheng and Chu Bai, his voice laced with a bone-chilling cold. ”This Water Uncle may have held his divine post for a century, and his Spirituality remains.”

”But his Divine Soul... seems to be gone. Although he still holds the Status of a Water Uncle, he is like a newborn, remembering nothing at all.”

Zhang Cheng stared at the foolish-looking Divine Spirit within the light of his Official Seal, his expression so dark it looked like it could drip water.

”Most of his karmic memories are gone.”

Zhang Cheng looked at Chu Bai, his gaze heavy. ”The small amount of Spirituality that remains is only enough to maintain his consciousness, but he remembers nothing of what came before.”