Chapter 318 Young Master
"The Soul Splitting Technique is a secret technique created by the Young Master?"
"It's just a small trick I created when I was free. It took me three minutes to complete. Are you interested in it, sir?"
three minutes?
Perhaps it was because it was a rare opportunity to have someone so close to the young master, and as he sat side by side with the boy on the rock ridge, Zhongli couldn't help but marvel at the thought for a moment.
The methods of splitting the soul without any damage must involve a wide range of knowledge, requiring powerful soul strength and perfect control over the soul power. At the same time, one must be proficient in space magic, have rich knowledge of the power of time, and even be able to use the power of cutting souls at will.
What's more, the requirements for the state of mind are absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Zhongli asked himself, although he preferred the spear, he also knew a little about magic. And even if it was him, he definitely didn't have the extraordinary talent to create such a secret technique in three minutes.
Besides, Shen Qianluo would definitely not lie or exaggerate on such a small matter to him.
The Phoenix Demon God once said that on that day, Shen Qianluo sat in the highest and most lonely place, looked up at the starry sky for a long time, and then jumped down to the ground and practiced this method in the world.
If it only took three minutes to create this method, then what was the god looking at and thinking about during the rest of that time?
Is he disappointed that no god in the world can withstand his full force, or is he confused that everyone in the world respects and loves him, but no one can understand what God is thinking.
Or sadness...
At the highest point, he is always alone?
"I am not a god who is good at fighting. I am curious, so I just asked. Young master, this method is powerful and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. If used properly, it can be a help."
So he split his soul and created another self.
Thinking in his mind, Zhongli chose to give a sincere compliment. A little girl was sitting next to him with her legs slightly drooping. She pretended to be calm and nodded with satisfaction until the man mentioned that turning point.
"But the soul is the source of the foundation that is easily damaged. If you are not careful, you may still get hurt..."
Eventually, they may even kill each other due to differences in ideology.
Unfortunately, Shen Qianluo interrupted him. The silver-haired boy snorted and looked down at the ruins of the battlefield: "Even if you are a sir, you can't question his strength in front of Shen Qianluo."
"There are many ways to train, why would you take such a risk, young master?"
"Now that the method has been created, if it is not used, isn't it a waste?"
"Young Master should learn to cherish himself."
"If you cherish yourself, you should hone your martial arts. The gods are so weak. According to what you said, who should I find to practice with?"
"It is of course necessary to hone your martial arts skills. However, because all the gods know that Shen Qianluo is extremely powerful, they only focus on strength, so they can only respect him."
Suddenly turning back to meet Zhongli's gaze, Shen Qianluo stared at him for a moment, his golden pupils sharp and shadowy: "How can the world not love me?"
Moving his sight downward, Zhongli looked him in the eye calmly, neither dodging nor avoiding: "Why do people love a god who is so powerful but only loves martial arts?"
Shen Qianluo, whose ideas were questioned for the second time, might have been provoked by something. He snorted and turned his face away: "Then the gods can order the world to give their love. The gods are powerful and omnipotent. Who dares to go against the situation that the young master wants to promote?"
The boy's voice was still soft and childish, but his tone was full of the pride of someone in a high position.
This is completely different from the arrogance he has when facing his loved ones and family. After all, gods are born to be gods. When looking down, his eyes are always compassionate, warm, and indifferent.
Zhongli made a veto voice: "Forced orders will not be liked by the people. Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. When dissatisfaction accumulates day after day to the critical point of explosion, it is bound to cause terrible backlash."
Shen Qianluo stood up angrily all of a sudden, but then realized that this seemed to go against the God's calmness. He snorted angrily, and even spoke without thinking, and it was unclear who he was angry with.
"Then erase their memories and inject their love for me. It's just a matter of rewriting the history of the world, and a great god is naturally capable of doing it."
He even saw the audacious Mr. Zhongli sigh and shake his head: "That is even more fallacious."
The boy was so angry that he stood at attention.
This weak auxiliary demon god...
He had just taught the god the secrets of the dragon clan, which made him very happy, but now he dared to accuse the god of his mistakes.
"The will of the gods will not go wrong. Sir, please do not speak out of turn again. The gods protect the world, so isn't it natural for them to take away the deserved rewards and offerings?"
Shaking his head slightly, Zhongli corrected him patiently: "As living beings, gods are not superior to other creatures. Qianluo, gods love humans not for the sake of love. Correspondingly, people love gods out of their own voluntary belief."
"...The result is the same, what is there to analyze about the process?" The voice quietly became lower. Shen Qianluo hung his head and muttered unconvincedly, "Young Master can just arrest all the disobedient people, put them in jail, and cast a command spell. I once read a novel that killed the traitors and ordered their corpses -"
He was tapped lightly on the head by Zhongli.
Shen Qianluo stood still.
The god was surprised to find that the man who stood up was so tall and handsome. He looked at his dragon eyes that contained unknown emotions, and took a step back guiltily, subconsciously wanting to cover his head.
…But what is he afraid of?
"Stop. Don't move forward... Allowing you to address the god's name is a great favor, but you are not a child, you cannot knock my head!"
It was a proud, strong and unsympathetic childhood.
The future Shen Qianluo Ding has experienced more joys and sorrows, which gave him the gentle and humble personality of a superior, but now he is just a child who pretends to be elegant and becomes more arrogant because of the admiration of the world...
"A young master who has not yet grown up does not have the privilege of not being taught a lesson."
Then Zhongli curled up the corner of his mouth vaguely, pretended to be stern, and gave the confused boy a stern lecture.
Shen Qianluo almost became depressed.
In fact, Mr. Zhongli’s words made sense, but as a great young master who had never been accused, how could the boy swallow this cowardly anger?
Shen Qianluo attempted to beat up the lawless and weak auxiliary demon god.
He was pulled into his arms again, and his head was rubbed and his cheeks were pinched to comfort him.
To be honest, the child really likes to stay in Zhongli's arms. It is warm, safe, and seems to contain infinite tolerance and love...
But how could the young master miss such a great opportunity! ——
…That move was as solid as a rock, he learned it quickly and Zhongli used it calmly.
"Thank you for your hard work, young master."
"…Tomorrow, come to my mansion to work. You can't run away."
Shen Qianluo spoke each word with a hint of gnashing teeth, and when he heard Zhongli chuckle in a good mood, he happily agreed.
Shen Qianluo:?
Come to think of it, was he bluffed?