The Statue of Light in the Holy Brilliance Cathedral was made of over ten thousand kilograms of gold more than a thousand years ago. Ever since the statue of light was forged, it had been placed in the Holy Brilliance Cathedral as a treasure. For thousands of years, it had been spreading the light of the God of Light.
From the moment the golden statue was formed until now, no one dared to tamper with it. Now, if anyone could read Chinese characters and happened to come before this statue, they would find that the statue was engraved with a person's name from top to bottom.
Qin Mufeng, Qin Mufeng, it was still Qin Mufeng! Even Qin Mufeng, who had used gold coins to engrave words, had forgotten how many times he had engraved his name on it. Qin Mufeng let out a long breath after he carved the last word on the eyes of the statue of the God of Light. He was finally done! This was even more tiring than wiping the statue for an entire day.
Qin Mufeng sat under the statue of light like a dog. He was exhausted. All he could think about was the light of faith that surged towards him like a torrential river. Time passed slowly amidst this fervent anticipation. However, the scene that Qin Mufeng was looking forward to never appeared.
Just as Qin Mufeng was feeling extremely dejected, a strand of power of faith suddenly flew out from the long river above the divine statue of light and entered Qin Mufeng's body. As this trace of power of faith entered his body, Qin Mufeng felt very comfortable.
It started, it finally started! Qin Mufeng was uneasy and abnormally excited. His hands were trembling and his heart was trembling. He even had hallucinations as if he could see the power of faith surging towards him with an overwhelming force! Qin Mufeng revealed a smile on his face. However, the smile on his face slowly froze. No more! Just this bit? No way, Qin Mufeng thought in disappointment.
However, as time passed, Qin Mufeng had no choice but to accept the fact that even though he had carved so many names, it was no different from carving one name. The power of faith he obtained was still very little. Looking at the countless names that he had spent a lot of effort to carve on the shining Divine Light God, an idiom appeared in Qin Mufeng's mind.
Greed is not enough, a snake swallowing an elephant! And he, Qin Mufeng, was the kind of person who would give an inch after taking a mile. Stealing a bit of the God of Light's power of faith wasn't enough, and he wanted to steal all of the God of Light's power of faith. How could this be an easy thing? Qin Mufeng suddenly jumped up when he saw the names on the Divine Light Statue. He picked up the rag that was about to rot and wiped it on the Divine Light Statue's face.
He wiped and wiped. Qin Mufeng felt that his hands were trembling. Only half of the words carved on the statue of light had been wiped away. As he wiped, Qin Mufeng was glad that he had used gold coins to carve. The handwriting was very shallow and could be wiped away with a cloth. If he had used a knife to carve, it would be useless!
He was blinded by greed. He had really been blinded by greed this time! Although the words he carved on the statue were very shallow and no one could recognize them, even so, the messy things that appeared on the statue were enough for him to suffer! Qin Mufeng couldn't help but shiver when he thought of that hateful face of Mary's.
Qin Mufeng only heaved a sigh of relief after he carefully polished the statue of light that was more than ten meters tall. The statue of light that had his name carved all over its body was now the last one on his boots.
Just as Qin Mufeng was about to take a break, the church bell rang again.
Hey! The Great Worship was about to begin again. Qin Mufeng, who was exhausted, felt resentment in his heart. However, when he thought of the power of faith that was spewing out rapidly, Qin Mufeng felt a trace of fervent anticipation in his heart. This power of faith was really something good. Ever since he entered the Holy Brilliance Cathedral, Qin Mufeng had not rested for two days and two nights. Other than feeling a little tired, he did not feel any other discomfort. He did not even feel the hunger that he should have.
Qin Mufeng greedily looked at the pillar of light that shot straight into the sky above the divine statue of light. He clenched his fists tightly. Accumulating water into an abyss, accumulating soil into a mountain, stealing and accumulating bit by bit was actually not bad. Qin Mufeng heard footsteps and knew that Fatty Kent and the rest were about to arrive.
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Time flew by. Qin Mufeng had already endured more than ten days in the Holy Brilliance Cathedral. During this period of time, he had been repeating the monotonous life of wiping the statue and stealing the power of faith.
Qin Mufeng finished his work for the day after wiping the wings of the God of Light one last time. In these ten days, the speed at which he wiped the statue became much faster. He sat cross-legged under the Divine Light Statue. With a thought, the miniature Divine Light Statue flew out of Qin Mufeng's body.
Compared to ten days ago, this tiny God of Light had become much more condensed! Unfortunately, its size did not increase at all. Looking at the tiny God of Light that was flickering with white light and was extremely revered, Qin Mufeng curled the corners of his mouth. With a thought, the tiny God of Light flew into the air and headed straight for the small jade cup beside the God of Light.
He came to the jade cup. This time, the statue of light didn't break into pieces like when he was first visualized. Instead, it reached out a hand that couldn't be any smaller and gently picked up the jade cup. Then, it skillfully poured a cup of water from the bucket not far away.
Qin Mufeng opened his mouth slightly and let the little Divine Light God pour the water in the jade cup into his mouth. A look of enjoyment appeared on his face. It felt so good to have the God of Light, the ruler of the Slema Continent, as his servant! Although this was just a fake that he had visualized.
However, the only thing this pocket-sized God of Light could do for Qin Mufeng was to feed him water. I'm sorry, but I can't do anything else. Qin Mufeng, who had drunk his fill of water, looked at the pocket-sized God of Light who was standing beside him in a daze. A trace of gloom shrouded his heart. He was distressed because he had already stolen nearly 400 drops of power of faith in these ten days. However, it was useless. The realm of condensing the God of Wind was still far away.
What was going on? He had stolen more than 400 drops, which was more than the Yellow Heaven Dao Scripture. Why couldn't he condense the Wind God? Qin Mufeng's heart heated up when he thought of the records about forming the Wind God in the Three Scrolls of Yellow Heaven.
As long as he condensed the Wind God, he could summon the Wind God to fight. Although the Wind God's combat power was low and was comparable to ordinary soldiers in the records of the Yellow Heaven Three Scrolls, even so, it was still better than nothing. However, what he looked forward to the most was the Wind God Body Refining that he could carry out after condensing the Wind God. The Wind God tempered his body and reconstructed his meridians. This was the most important thing for Qin Mufeng.
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