"Tuoba Martial God?!"

Lord Zhu shouted in shock, then decisively holstered his hand cannon.

Without another word, he pulled Wen Yan out of the grave, dragged him over to sit on a rock, and continued eating, ready to watch the show.

The python robe on his body glimmered faintly, as if resisting something.

He was utterly stunned. He'd always heard tales of Tuoba Martial God, the undisputed top powerhouse of Nanwu County, but had never managed to see him in the flesh.

In the past, Nanwu County hadn't just had to deal with those local demons trying to start trouble.

More importantly, Nanwu County was the first choice for outsiders from beyond the Divine Land wanting to enter. The number of entrants here was always the largest.

Ordinary folks were the majority, but the not-so-ordinary ones naturally flocked here too.

The responsibilities Nanwu County bore far exceeded most other commanderies.

This place, without a top-level powerhouse holding the fort, would never deter the troublemakers.

Before Tuoba Martial God showed up, all sorts of freaks and monsters roamed here, especially those sneaking in by sea—there were even more of them.

For decades, the Scorching Sun Department had been defending only on land, totally unable to expand outward.

Only in the last ten years, fast development and Tuoba Martial God's meteoric rise, plus those rock-solid battle records, did things change.

Not to mention, the Divine Land's warships were being launched faster than dumplings tossed into a pot. The Scorching Sun Department's patrol vessels were bulking up by the day, which finally scared off a slew of ghosts and monsters. Even those creatures emerging from the sea were toeing the line, drifting farther from the coast.

Of course, when it came to top-level deterrence, Tuoba Martial God was undoubtedly the ultimate threat.

Those peak experts might dodge ships and cannons, but if things ever required Tuoba Martial God to step in—well, they might as well stretch their necks and wait for the axe.

In recent years, any visitor from outside Divine Land who might require the Purple Robe Taoist's attention—legit or not—never chose Nanwu County as their entry point.

It wasn't so much about fearing death, but mainly wanting to avoid any accidental misunderstandings.

The Scorching Sun Department of Nanwu County made it clear: they couldn't control Tuoba Martial God. If they wanted his help, it all depended on timing—catch him during a martial training breather and you might get lucky.

So, since every time Tuoba Martial God acted there weren't any survivors, everyone just decided not to gamble—no gamble, no curse from the heavens.

Lord Zhu could feel the Yang Energy blazing around, radiating out like a scorching sun—he now totally believed the rumors.

One blow from Tuoba Martial God, and all the demons and ghosts in Yu State City would have to pack their bags and move.

Even wearing his python robe, he could feel the heat. The ghosts following him were about to get purified alive.

He waved his hand, shooing the ghosts by his side to hurry back into their graves—get lost, don't die here, or there'd be nobody to argue your case later!

Meanwhile, Wen Yan was filled with suspicion and shock as he stared at that figure—especially the slightly curly long hair, the super familiar striped capri pants, and that long dangling loose thread on the waistband—everything was so familiar.

This is just freaking hospital patient garb, isn't it?

And that loose thread that would drive any OCD sufferer mad, that hair—he'd just seen it not long ago.

A red exclamation mark popped up at just the right moment, screaming danger.

But this time, the prompt appeared alongside it.

"War God (End-of-Season Limited → End-of-Month Limited)"

"For every effort, there is a reward. All your hardship and sweat will turn into gains.

Do you want to be the guy who trains hard year after year, freezing in winter and sweating in summer, yet never gets past halfway up the mountain?

Or do you want to be the War God for a day?

He chose the latter. All that sweat and blood? It pays off. You'll keep climbing to greater heights.

The last day of the month—that's the day he shines the brightest.

From the moment the countdown starts, he only gets stronger.

The very last second of the last day of the month—that's his absolute peak."

"All acts of kindness don't always have a good result.

But clearly, he really approves of being kind to you.

If that weren't the case, the moment you saw the first letter of this prompt, you'd already be dead.

Also, hugging a big thigh at the right time isn't something to be ashamed of.

Now then, lie down and enjoy the ride.

Friendly reminder: Please show the proper respect to allied War Gods. Do not equip the corresponding Temporary Ability."

"Temporary Ability.

1. Calendar.

Expert in the art of calendars.

2. Moon God.

Briefly borrow the power of the Moon God."

At this moment, Wen Yan finally understood why.

That so-called rich second-gen, idling away in his family company with loads of spare time, even showing up to help out at the orphanage—why'd he be out at his own orchard in the middle of the night, driving alone?

Was there really a need for someone as unnecessary as Wen Yan to supervise fruit-picking?

And why, when there weren't any cars at all and the roads should have been cordoned off, did this guy still show up near the battlefield?

Before, Wen Yan never bothered to think about these things. Seeing the guy with a broken arm and leg, his only thought was: well, at least he's an acquaintance, don't let him die here.

If that wasn't Zhang Xuewen, Wen Yan would have been willing to take off his own head and use it as a soccer ball.

Even those patient pants he's wearing now—Wen Yan was the one who brought them to him!

All it took was a glance at the prompt, and Wen Yan completely understood why Cai Heizi was always so damned mysterious.

Why, out of all that mess before, did he never ask Tuoba Martial God to step in?

Was it because Cai Heizi didn't want to?

For someone like Cai Heizi, who'd squeeze a frog just to get a drop of urine—if he had anyone usable, he'd run them to death. If an evil ghost so much as peeked its head out, he'd love nothing more than to invite Tuoba Martial God over to swat it flat.

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