The Great Spirit Lord of the Netherworld Wolf

“I am Ling Wanbai, the shrine official who serves the Great Spirit Venerable in this sacred temple.”

Her voice, like the light strike of cold jade, announced her identity, calm and unruffled.

“Can you change me back!”

Lu Qiancha clutched her head and said.

“I can.”

Ling Wanbai condensed a faint, cold light at her fingertip and gently tapped Lu Qiancha’s head.

A dark light flashed.

Lu Qiancha returned to her soft and cute young girl form in a small woolen jacket.

Lu Qiancha touched her own cheek with lingering fear and heaved a sigh of relief.
‘Finally, I’m back to normal.’

“Since you have entered the sacred temple, it is fate.” Ling Wanbai turned to the direction of the offering table, gesturing to the neatly arranged incense sticks: “Please offer a stick of incense to the Great Spirit Venerable.”

Ling Wanbai’s tone was flat, yet it carried a hint of being unrefusable.

Lu Qiancha pursed her lips at these words.
She didn’t even believe in this god, so why should she worship it?

‘And she’s a mountain god now.
Worshipping randomly will bring karma.’

“Stare—”

Ling Wanbai’s gaze from the side made Lu Qiancha’s hair stand on end.

Lu Qiancha finally gave in and very reluctantly moved to the front of the offering table.

She picked up a stick of incense with her paw and very perfunctorily waved it over the flame of the ever-burning lamp next to it.

Lu Qiancha couldn’t even be bothered to assume a basic respectful posture and was about to casually stick it into the incense burner.

“…” The temperature of Ling Wanbai’s gaze instantly dropped to freezing point.

Lu Qiancha’s hand, which was inserting the incense, froze in mid-air.
She felt the deathly stare that was almost burning through her, struggled for a moment, and finally sighed helplessly.
She extended a wisp of Taiyin Wealth Incense that was shimmering with a faint purple-gold light and placed it on the offering table.

“Tss—!”

The moment the wisp of purple-gold incense touched the offering table.

The huge statue being worshipped suddenly trembled, as if a glutton had smelled a ten-thousand-year-old delicacy.

An extremely hot and greedy, terrifying suction force erupted.

It instantly devoured the wisp of incense completely.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ling Wanbai’s eyes.

She had just felt a wave of craving and greed coming from inside the statue, which had been silent for several years.

“Don’t be too greedy.
I don’t have much.”

Lu Qiancha frowned.
She had also felt the other party’s craving and so offered another wisp of Taiyin Wealth Incense.

“Om—!” The moment the second wisp of incense was devoured.

The huge heavenly wolf statue, the deep blue crystal at the center of its brow, suddenly erupted with a dazzling white light.

As if a giant who had been sleeping for eons had opened its eyes.

The next moment.

A pillar of blazing light, containing a supreme majesty, descended from the top of the statue.

The light dissipated.

A tall and slender woman with a neat silver ponytail, deep and cold features, wearing an ancient and vigorous frost-patterned gray robe, her entire body exuding the power of ancient ice, stood quietly in front of Lu Qiancha.

Her pair of eyes, which seemed to contain cold stars, fell on Lu Qiancha with a faint smile.

“Great… Great Spirit Venerable—!!!”

Ling Wanbai’s voice was trembling violently with excitement.
Her body, due to her extreme piety, uncontrollably prostrated itself on the ground.

Then she anxiously roared at Lu Qiancha, who was still standing there in a daze: “What are you waiting for?! Quickly pay your respects! Do not desecrate the sacred face of the Spirit Venerable!”

“There is no need for formalities.”

The gray-haired woman flicked her wide sleeve, and a gentle force lifted Ling Wanbai up.

Her gaze was still smiling as it fell on Lu Qiancha’s little face, which was still a bit pained.
Her voice was warm and mellow: “My name is Su Ming Heavenly Wolf Great Spirit Venerable, and my common name is Ling Shuang.
I am a fifth-grade Earth Immortal.
Today…”

She paused, her smile carrying a hint of apology: “Because my senses were dulled, I failed to notice in time that Your Excellency, the God of Fortune, had graced this humble place with your presence.
I am truly ashamed.”

“You are the Great Spirit Venerable?”

Lu Qiancha tilted her little face up and looked at the god in front of her, whose aura was as deep as the sea.

“Indeed.” Ling Shuang nodded, her words extremely frank: “My common name is indeed Ling Shuang.
Your Excellency, the God of Fortune, may also address me by this name.
It does not matter.”

However, the next second after Ling Shuang admitted it.

A fierce light flashed in Lu Qiancha’s eyes.

“Whoosh—!”

She shot up, using her Moon Shadow Evasion Art to its fullest.
Her little head darted forward like lightning, and with an “awoo—” she bit down squarely on the back of Ling Shuang’s right hand, which was hanging at her side.

“?”

Ling Shuang stood there stunned, looking at Lu Qiancha with some confusion.

“You insolent creature!”

Ling Wanbai was instantly enraged.
Her entire body was like a lit bomb.
With a “thump!” she lunged forward viciously.

She instantly locked Lu Qiancha, who had just finished “committing the crime” and hadn’t had time to retreat, completely, pressing her down.

“Desecrating the Spirit Venerable! A crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!”

Ling Wanbai gritted her teeth and stared at Lu Qiancha, who was pinned under her.

“Ngh…”

Lu Qiancha struggled in vain, but Ling Wanbai’s strength was much greater than hers.

“Wanbai! Let go!”

Ling Shuang’s voice was tinged with a bit of urgency and majesty, “Get up immediately! Do not be so rude to our esteemed guest!”

“Yes, Great Spirit Venerable…”

Although Ling Wanbai was gritting her teeth, she did not dare to disobey the divine decree in the slightest and could only get up resentfully.

However, her light gray eyes were still firmly locked on Lu Qiancha, who was on the ground rubbing her red wrists.

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the glittering saliva from her hand, Ling Shuang’s eyes were filled with confusion: “Your Excellency, the God of Fortune, what was the meaning of that action just now?”

“Ha? You’re asking me why?”

Lu Qiancha jumped up at these words, her hands on her hips, and pointed at Ling Shuang, her little face filled with a sad and indignant accusation.
“Just now! It was you who turned me into a dog and made me fall all over the place.”

She held a grudge.

With that, Lu Qiancha bared her teeth at Ling Shuang angrily.

“…” Ling Shuang fell into an even longer silence.

After a long while, she finally said with a hint of helplessness, “That was a wolf… and, it was unintentional.
I did not mean to tease Your Excellency…”

She looked at the fierce but cute Lu Qiancha in front of her, sighed, as if in resignation: “Alright, it was my fault.
If there is anything here that catches your eye, God of Fortune, just take it as compensation.”

“There’s nothing.”

Lu Qiancha’s little head looked around, her gaze sweeping over the interior of the temple with extreme disdain.

‘It’s quite luxurious, but they’re all mortal things.
At most, they can be exchanged for three or two taels of silver in the mortal world.
Useless.’

“Mm, Your Excellency, the God of Fortune, indeed wouldn’t take a fancy to these things.” Ling Shuang’s brows furrowed slightly.

“How about I teach you the Wolf Clan’s secret that is not passed down—the Heaven-Rending, Moon-Howling Art? When you master it, you can shatter the galaxy with a howl, pluck the stars and hold the moon, and look down on the universe.”

Ling Shuang recomposed her thoughts, her tone filled with temptation.

“No, I won’t learn it.”

Lu Qiancha shook her head like a rattle-drum, her hands crossed over her chest.

‘Cultivating a battle technique, what a joke.’

She had a glorious “track record” of “three years to grind a yellow-grade palm technique” and “a talent for combat techniques comparable to rotten wood.”

This talent, if not the worst in the world, was at least rotten to the core.

Back then, the dark days when Lu Qiancha painstakingly practiced the “Wind and Thunder Palm” to the point of doubting her existence, that pain was unbearable to recall.

Once, she had also wanted to become a sword cultivator whose single sword strike could chill nineteen states.
But unfortunately, that dream had been shattered at the starting line by her dismal talent.

“Then how about I teach you my clan’s secret movement technique—the Profound Soul Transforming into Snow? When you master it, you can transform your body into the northern snow, formless and traceless, covering ten thousand li in an instant.”

Ling Shuang’s brows furrowed even deeper, and she said after a moment of thought.

“No, I won’t learn it.”

Lu Qiancha’s refusal was even faster and more resolute than last time.

She had just recently learned an evasion art.
Lu Qiancha understood the principle of not biting off more than she could chew.