Chapter 861
The sacred Moon God, when harboring murderous intent in its heart, transforms into an ugly Meat-Winged Monster. Similarly, when they suppress their murderous intent, they revert back into the pure Divine Envoys.
Xiang Beifei knows this all too well, allowing him to control exactly when these two Meat-Winged Monsters should restrain or display their murderous intent, through his “respected as a Criterion”.
When Kari and Rock transformed back into Divine Envoys for a brief moment, everyone in Changpan Valley was stunned!
They never imagined that the previously ferocious Netherworld Spirits would suddenly become Divine Envoys in the blink of an eye!
“It’s the Divine Envoys! It’s actually the Divine Envoys!”
Many people exclaimed in shock, and some who were deeply devout to the Moon God instinctively wanted to kneel and worship at the sight of the Divine Envoys.
“Don’t kneel! These are the wicked demons and false gods, we can’t be deceived again!” Uncle Liang shouted loudly.
Yet even he showed a hint of fear at the sight of the Meat-Winged Monster turning back into a Divine Envoy, a reflex that was hard to resist.
Respect for the Moon God was ingrained in every bone of Changpan Valley’s people, with the holy white glow emanating from the Divine Envoy always considered supreme in their hearts.
However, because Uncle Liang and all the Hunters knew the truth, they could barely accept it. But for the rest of the tribesmen in Changpan Valley, this was an outright overturn of their beliefs.
“This is impossible! The Divine Envoys can’t possibly be Netherworld Spirits, this… this must be some illusion by the Netherworld Spirits, disguising themselves as Divine Envoys to drive a wedge between our true faith in them!”
The elder who had previously questioned Uncle Liang muttered, desperately seeking an excuse for this. This elder named Jiang Lu, known to those familiar with him as Jiang Laolv, was a highly esteemed figure in the tribe.
Jiang Laolv would never accept such a thing, given that he is the one responsible for officiating the Moon God’s rituals in the tribe. Every necessary movement—how many times to kneel, what sacrifices to slaughter, at what time to pray sincerely—was supervised by him.
He is unquestionably a strong believer in the Moon God!
If the Netherworld Spirits were indeed Divine Envoys, this would massively shatter his faith.
“Disguising? Still pretending?”
Uncle Liang pointed his smoking pipe at the two Divine Envoys, angrily saying, “Do you think it’s an illusion by the Netherworld Spirits? Then why don’t you tell me, what kind of illusion could achieve this extent? Want me to pluck a few feathers to check for authenticity?”
Speaking, he reached out to pull a white feather from Kari’s wing, though his hand visibly trembled.
Uncle Liang was also deeply afraid. Even he had only come to accept this fact earlier today, and deep down, there was still much reverence for the Divine Envoys. Asking him to pull a feather was akin to desecrating the very god he had always worshipped.
Yet Uncle Liang mustered the courage, knowing he had to lead by example, to show everyone that the Divine Envoys were indeed the Meat-Winged Monsters; if he couldn’t dare to pluck them, how could he convince the others!
Grinding his teeth, he grabbed onto Kari’s feathers and yanked forcefully!
Xiang Beifei subtly channeled Spiritual Power onto Kari’s wing. With Uncle Liang’s strength alone, it would be impossible to pluck the feathers from these Meat-Winged Monsters, but nothing was impossible with Xiang Beifei present.
Even if it were an iron rooster, he’d pluck it bald!
Rip!
Uncle Liang instantly plucked Kari’s feathers!
The feathers gleamed vividly in Uncle Liang’s palm, their sacred light reflecting upon his face, sanctifying his appearance.
He lightly trembled, clutching the sacred feathers, wiped away the sweat discreetly, then firmly held the feathers and strode boldly toward Jiang Laolv, pushing the handful of feathers under Jiang Laolv’s eyes, saying, “Old Dumb Donkey, aren’t you the one leading the rituals for the Moon God? You have a collection of the Moon God’s feathers; identify these carefully!”
When Divine Envoys visited Changpan Valley to preach deceptively, they often left behind a few holy feathers, telling the people these were the God’s feathers, promising peace and security for Changpan Valley.
The elders in Changpan Valley valued these feathers greatly, calling them “Divine Feathers” and securely storing them in the most precious jade boxes, only taking them out with great respect during significant Moon God festivals.
Jiang Laolv was responsible for safeguarding these “Divine Feathers” and knew their characteristics very well. When Uncle Liang shoved these supposed Divine Feathers in front of him, he was instantly dumbfounded.
If Jiang Laolv hadn’t just seen Uncle Liang pluck them from the Meat-Winged Monsters, he might have thought Uncle Liang had stolen them from the jade box!
“How could this be… how could this be…”
Jiang Laolv’s mind was stuck, unable to comprehend, momentarily petrified.
“Take it! Compare it carefully with the so-called Divine Feathers you usually collect! These repulsive things grew from the Netherworld Spirits!”
Uncle Liang forcefully grabbed Jiang Laolv’s hand, roughly shoving the feathers into Jiang Laolv’s hand, threw a disdainful glance at the Divine Feathers, and added, “If you need more, I can pluck some more for you. However many you want, I’ll pluck! If it’s enough to let you see the true face of these Netherworld Spirits, I’d pluck all their feathers!”