Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 92: Go Feed the Turtles!

The white horse agilely leapt through the rugged mountain path at an incredible speed, and riding atop was a spirited and fair-skinned young man.

The villagers looked at each other in disbelief, unable to trust their own eyes.

"Didn’t your mother say Wan Mingchuan was eaten by the Rat Spirit? Then who is that?"

"Holy shit! Wan Mingchuan is still alive, what did he yell just now? ’Mentor’? He wasn’t eaten by the Thousand-Year-Old Rat Spirit and even took the Rat Spirit as his mentor? Then..."

"Then does he also know how to spit fire?"

"We’re doomed, let’s hope the River God can defeat the Rat Spirit, otherwise we’ll all be gobbled up sooner or later!"

Han Ya’s eyes widened with disbelief, was that truly the Wan Mingchuan she had been longing for? Damn, how is he even more handsome than before? Between these two handsome guys, which one is better as a potential husband?

Jiang Yuan waved his hand dismissively, ignoring the clamor of the villagers, with a faint smile he turned to speak to He Yaozu, who was dressed in priestly attire: "I heard Riverfront Village intends to marry off a bride to the River God. I, living near Shuiyun Lake, came uninvited mainly to ensure the bride meets the Immortal’s aesthetic standards."

"Mother!" Lin Chunxi was in a daze, overwhelmed by joy and sorrow, her mind clouded, but when she saw another gallant horse speeding towards her with her mother on it, she instinctively cried out for her mother in tears.

Qiao Mei hurriedly jumped off the horse before it steadied, embracing her daughter tightly.

He Yaozu hesitated in fear seeing this, but burdened with the reputation of being the current Priest, he forced himself to reprimand, "The River God’s marriage is a big event for our village, you, you better not cause trouble, angering the River God will be your end!"

"Why would I anger the River God for no reason?" Jiang Yuan’s smile remained sincere, "I came to help you. Look at this chosen bride, she’s so small and timid, hardly qualified to be the River God’s bride. If you actually send her, you might anger the River God and bring disaster!"

He blew onto a handful of paper figures in his hand, and they floated down and transformed into tall sturdy men standing in a row.

"This girl isn’t pretty. High Priest, please report to the River God in the river, a prettier one needs to be selected to ensure his satisfaction as the bride, send her over in two days." With that, Jiang Yuan gave a signal, whereupon two of the paper figures advanced, seizing the struggling He Yaozu, throwing him directly into the rushing river.

[Daily Good Deed +1, Reward: Luck +1]

The system notification left him bewildered, what exactly was the criterion for judging a daily good deed?

"You, you..." The elder of the He Family was enraged yet terrified, filled with fear towards the moving paper figures, watching his grandson tossed into the river, struggling a few times before vanishing, yet dared not even reprimand loudly.

A row of ruggedly designed paper figures, topped with ominous bright red faces, behaved just like real people, witnessing a scene as if straight from a ghost story under broad daylight, everyone was too afraid to even breathe.

The riverside was unusually quiet, only the faint sound of Qiao Mei unbinding her daughter.

After a while, it seemed that those thrown into the river had likely drowned and were devoured by the White Snake Demon, Jiang Yuan sighed, "Ah, he’s so slow, could it be that he’s too young and can’t even articulate clearly? Then let..."

His finger slowly scanned back and forth among the crowd, picking the next candidate to feed to the monster.

"Mentor, let the village chief go, he can speak eloquently, surely he can communicate effectively. But before seeing the River God, have him return the two gold coins he wrongfully took from Aunt Lin!" Wan Mingchuan listened to Qiao Mei’s account along the way, realizing he had been deceived by a beast-hearted man all these years, falsely believing him to be a good person.

Through Qiao Mei’s analysis, he finally understood what it meant to feign fairness and kindness.

The village chief seemed to stand up for villagers often, but actually, he was covertly aiding the three major families in taming obedient slaves, a hypocrite walking the same path as the three families, toss him into the river to feed the turtles!

"No! Don’t, I..." The village chief was stunned to be singled out, not knowing the details of the River God’s marriage but heard from his wife that it was certainly no good thing.

Besides, the River God wants a young girl; tossing in a girl might lead the compassionate River God to protect her and prevent drowning, but as a big, burly man, if unfavored by the River God, he would certainly drown!

"Oh? You pocketed gold coins, so hand them over quickly. Or else you meet the River God with the gold coins, he might mistake them for offerings, get angry thinking the High Priest didn’t bring gifts to see him, what if he refuses to protect you?" Jiang Yuan waved his fingers, prompting two paper figures to advance and hold him down.

The village chief felt the rough texture of the paper gripping his arms yet could not break free, and was confronted by the crude yet eerie face like a child’s scribbles, instantly frightened to wet his pants in terror shouting, "The gold was taken by my father-in-law, find him, don’t hold me, don’t hold me!"

The elder of the Xu Family, fearing he might be the next one thrown into the river, hurriedly pulled out the gold coins he had hidden in his chest and tossed them over, "Return them, I didn’t steal your gold, it’s got nothing to do with me!"

On the wide riverbank, with a line of over a dozen tall and strong paper figures marking the boundary: towards the riverside was Jiang Yuan riding a golden eagle soaring in mid-air, Wan Mingchuan proudly holding two white horses;

Behind them were Qiao Mei and her trembling daughter;

On the other side were the villagers of Riverfront Village, many elderly trembled at the sight of moving paper figures, praying incessantly without knowing what for.

"Paper figures fear fire." The elder of the Wang Family stood behind, instigating the younger generation of the He Family, "If we could get a torch to burn them, the Thousand-Year-Old Rat Spirit would be nothing to fear."

Xu Lao was mourning his grandson and furious, lowering his voice to curse, "He bloody spits fire! Burn the paper figures, won’t beat him, you want to die, do it yourself, don’t incite my kids!"

Jiang Yuan made a commanding gesture: "Village chief, inform the River God, a beautiful girl chosen will be sent in two days."

The paper figures lifted the frightened village chief, deliberately passing through the villagers, circling once before reaching the riverbank, and hurling him far into the rolling river.

"Help! Help..." The village chief struggled briefly, quickly swallowed water and fell silent, finally, only half a head floated a while before slowly sinking.

Would two strong men finally be full?

The lake quickly returned to stillness, Wan Mingchuan was curious, is there really a River God?

If not, why throw live people into the river?

He didn’t believe drowning a few people could miraculously produce divine light to protect the village. If there was, why is there no movement, logically the transaction complete should provide divine light protection for the village.

Jiang Yuan, too, was curious to witness the process of protecting believers, perhaps it could trigger a side quest, opening the believers option in interpersonal relationships.

"He, Priest He is back!" Suddenly someone pointed out, almost shouting with a broken voice from extreme fear.

Jiang Yuan turned his head and was immediately shocked.

It was indeed He Yaozu thrown earlier, wearing his splendid priestly garments, but his way of "returning" was evidently very wrong.