Chapter 838 Power of Faith Skyrockets! Is Chu Sheng a Merciful Mosquito?

The Elder Cultivator spoke, taking his time to slowly recount the legendary deeds of Immortal Venerable Shi Xi.

He spoke of how Shi Xi single-handedly suppressed the Seven Great Life Forbidden Lands, terrifying the vicious entities within so thoroughly that they hadn’t dared to take a single step outside for tens of thousands of years. He described how Shi Xi’s solitary might forced the entire Netherworld to cower deep underground, too afraid to even show their faces. Even the Netherworld Envoys didn’t dare casually enter the Spirit Realm.

He mentioned how the proud prodigies of the Ten Great Sects couldn’t even lift their heads in Immortal Venerable Shi Xi’s presence, scarcely daring to breathe whenever they saw him. There were even three Hidden Aristocratic Families—factions more powerful than the Ten Great Sects—that had dared to express extreme dissatisfaction with Immortal Venerable Shi Xi. In response, Shi Xi merely raised his hand and wiped them out, exterminating their entire clans down to the last living soul.

The Elder Cultivator listed these feats one by one, while other elderly cultivators constantly chimed in to supplement his stories. Word by word, they pieced together the magnificent, turbulent life of Immortal Venerable Shi Xi.

After talking for a long time, everything boiled down to a single phrase:

"At the pinnacle of immortality, gazing down upon the world in pride—where Shi Xi stands, there lies the heavens!!!"

Finally, the Elder Cultivator sighed, his tone tinged with deep regret. "If it weren’t for the fact that the Blue Star’s Spiritual Qi dried up back then, leaving it unable to resist the Alien Race invasion...

"In order to protect the billions of living beings on the Blue Star, Immortal Venerable Shi Xi sacrificed himself to lay down the Forbidden God Law.

"If not for that, even today would likely still be the era where Immortal Venerable Shi Xi suppresses the entire Spirit Realm."

Hearing these string of shocking, earth-shattering deeds, the young Loose Cultivators who had never heard of the name before were left in utter disbelief. Daya’s bright, expressive eyes went wide as saucers as she listened, thoroughly entranced.

"Immortal Venerable Shi Xi was way too incredible..." she murmured. "It’s just... such a pity."

After a brief moment of lament, she suddenly circled back to her initial question. "Since the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods are Immortal Venerable Shi Xi’s supreme treasures, they must be limitlessly powerful, right?"

The Elder Cultivator nodded heavily, his tone absolute. "They are far more than just powerful.

"The number of Celestial God Realm experts who have died by the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods numbers at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand.

"Otherwise, why would those clan Elders—who are so used to throwing their weight around—flee like mice spotting a cat the moment they saw the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods?

"It’s entirely because of the fearsome reputation of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods! They were terrified that if they were even a second too slow, they would lose their lives!"

Hearing this, the expression on Daya’s face instantly shifted to one of pleasant surprise. "Then doesn’t that mean Lord Mosquito, who can refine and summon the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods, is just as incredible as Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?"

The crowd froze for a moment upon hearing this conclusion. They exchanged blank glances, momentarily unable to find any flaws to refute her logic. It did seem to make perfect sense.

It was like a chef who could cook a peerless delicacy no one else could, earning the title of a divine chef. If someone else came along and cooked the exact same peerless delicacy, it was only natural that they too should be called a divine chef. The same logic applied here.

Immortal Venerable Shi Xi was incredibly powerful and could wield the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods. No other Cultivator could. Yet, Chu Sheng was able to refine and summon the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods. Didn’t that prove Chu Sheng was just as incredible as Immortal Venerable Shi Xi?

The elderly cultivators who had lived through the era of Immortal Venerable Shi Xi racked their brains before finally coming up with a somewhat reasonable explanation.

"Lord Mosquito’s current Realm is still vastly inferior to Immortal Venerable Shi Xi," one of them explained. "His strength is also far below Immortal Venerable Shi Xi’s. Perhaps in the future, when Lord Mosquito ascends to the Immortal Realm, he might have a chance to become just as powerful as Immortal Venerable Shi Xi. But for now, Lord Mosquito is not yet as incredible as him."

Daya nodded, half-understanding, and didn’t bother dwelling on the matter. It didn’t matter if he was more incredible now or later. Regardless, Lord Mosquito was already immensely strong right now, and being able to defeat the Eight Great Clans was enough.

She shifted her gaze, looking back at the tiny mosquito silhouette in the center of the battlefield. Her eyes were brimming with fervent adoration.

"Lord Mosquito really beat the Eight Great Clans!" She tugged forcefully on Huo Lang’s arm beside her, bouncing up and down in excitement. "Brother Lang, let’s pop some champagne tonight! We need to properly celebrate!"

Huo Lang was similarly grinning from ear to ear as he nodded vigorously. "Alright! Tonight, I’ll bring out the oldest bottle I have in my collection, and we can all celebrate together!"

"Yay!" Daya leaped for joy like a happy little bird.

She didn’t care about how thrilling and dangerous the whole process had been. Nor did she care if there would be any trouble in the future. All she knew was that Lord Mosquito had ultimately won.

He had defeated the Eight Great Clans that had tyrannized Luoping City for hundreds of thousands of years. Moreover, he had killed several key figures of those Eight Great Clans. He had viciously vented the frustrations of all the oppressed Loose Cultivators in Luoping City!

"Mighty is Lord Mosquito!!!" Daya tightly clenched her fists and shouted in sheer exhilaration. "Mighty is Lord Mosquito!!! Long live Lord Mosquito!!!"

As if a fuse had been lit, all the Loose Cultivators excitedly joined Daya in shouting. The voices started out scattered but quickly merged into a unified chant, growing louder and more resounding. Eventually, the roaring cheers pierced through the heavens, making the very clouds in the sky tremble endlessly.

Every Loose Cultivator’s face beamed with uncontrollable excitement and thrill.

It had been hundreds of thousands of years. Before the Eight Great Clans, they, the Loose Cultivators, had always been treated as inferior, forced to swallow their anger and suffer in silence.

Today, Chu Sheng and Gu Yuexi had finally vented this resentment that they had bottled up for hundreds of thousands of years.

The proud prodigies of the Eight Great Clans were slaughtered without a second thought. Their Elders were snuffed out just as easily. Even when the Elders of seven clans had joined forces, they were still scared into fleeing for their lives.

At this moment, Chu Sheng’s victory against the Eight Great Clans was no longer just a victory for the two of them. It was a victory for all Loose Cultivators!!!

The stifling resentment and frustration accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years were thoroughly unleashed with each and every resounding shout.

Meanwhile, as the core "mosquito-figure" of the entire scene...

Chu Sheng was currently resting upon the corpse of the Jiang Family Grand Elder, listening to the system notification sounds constantly popping up in his mind.

[Ding! Power of Faith +20,000]

[Ding! Power of Faith +36,000]

[Ding! Power of Faith +58,000]

[Ding! Power of Faith +88,888]

[...]

The notifications only slowly came to a halt after his Power of Faith had increased by a staggering five million.

Chu Sheng nodded in satisfaction before pulling up his system panel.

[Host: Chu Sheng]

[Race: Innate Holy Mosquito]

[Lifespan: 50,000 years]

[Bloodline: Spirit Beast Middle-Grade]

[Divine Blood: 2026 (Void Refining Second Layer)]

[Divine Soul: 2026 (Void Refining Second Layer)]

[Divine Essence: 4250 points]

[Special Space: Ziwei Palace]

[Power of Faith: 20 Million]

[Six-winged Black Mosquito Daoist - Bloodline Power Collection Progress: 21% (Reach 30% for the next bloodline fusion and evolution)]

Not long ago, Chu Sheng had just undergone his tribulation outside Luoping City, advancing to the Void Refining Realm First Layer. After absorbing Jiang Xinglan, his Divine Blood and Divine Soul had only increased by a few dozen points. It was better than nothing.

However, after completely absorbing the Power of Origin from the Jiang Family Grand Elder, his Divine Blood and Divine Soul had actually skyrocketed by nearly a thousand points!

"The power of the Star-devouring Spike after its evolution is really impressive!" Chu Sheng sighed in silent praise.

If it were still the God-devouring Needle from before, his current Cultivation would be at the Void Refining Realm First Layer Middle Stage at best. However, the Star-devouring Spike—upgraded from the God-devouring Needle—now possessed a far more potent absorption ability. It wasn’t merely a tool for boosting attributes anymore; it had also become a formidable method of Attack!

Case in point, it had just directly sent the Jiang Family Grand Elder to reunite with his nephew and niece!

"I, Lord Mosquito, am simply too kind-hearted." Chu Sheng waved his front legs, sighing with a face entirely devoid of regret. "I really went through so much trouble just so the Jiang Family Grand Elder could be reunited with his younger generation!"