Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 505: Old Friend? New Life? Or Rebirth? _1

The emergence of a young new Temple Master in Dai Temple did not cause much commotion in Springhead City. The vast majority of people, even if they knew, would wonder how the temple still existed. Wasn’t it supposed to have gone bankrupt ages ago?

As for the Mysterious Tiger God Sovereign, this Demon God didn’t care much either. When He came into existence, Dongyue Tianqi Emperor of Life and Benevolence had already become the Lord of Mount Tai. The Dai Temple System had also completely fallen into decline by then. Consequently, those few people who approached were not sent by Him. They had come of their own accord, trying to curry favor.

The existence of Dai Temple was not a big deal, as it couldn’t steal His believers. Worrying about Dai Temple was less important than worrying about the other Demon Gods in Springhead City. A city certainly wouldn’t support just one Demon God; there would be several—at least three or five, or even dozens. Therefore, the competition between Demon Gods was extremely fierce, and bloody conflicts would break out from time to time.

It was naturally humans who spilled blood. Demon Gods resided in the elusive god realm and couldn’t leave without the help of believers. As a result, every conflict between faiths occurred through humans.

After learning these things, Wang Linchi was rather speechless. What was the point of all this? His Dai Temple System didn’t need such things, yet these people hastened to degrade themselves into slavery. He’d heard of people becoming slaves after losing wars, but never of people creating masters for themselves and then willingly becoming slaves. These Demon Gods were merely illusory beings born from faith. If everyone stopped believing, these Demon Gods wouldn’t exist. Unfortunately, no one seemed to realize this. Members of the Nine Extremes Sect who impersonated the Great Heng Royal Family should know this. However, they would never say it aloud.

That Nine Extremes chap certainly has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. The Hu Lu invasion and the Demon God era—they indeed came true as prophesied, Wang Linchi recalled from Jia-33’s memories. Yuan Lin was naturally a Hu Lu. Coming down from the Northern Prairie, what else could he be if not a Hu Lu? As for the Demon God era, it was indeed seriously twisted. However, that was purely Heng Shizong’s fault. The Nine Extremes Sect had truly not interfered this time.

Wang Linchi originally thought that after the appearance of his Dai Temple System, it would replace the Demon Gods. Surprisingly, however, someone was displeased with him.

"Is the Temple Master in?" a voice called out.

"What is it?" Wang Linchi didn’t even get up, continuing to laze about.

"My grandson is having his full moon celebration, and I would like to invite the Temple Master to perform the baptism." The speaker approached, revealing an old man who looked dissatisfied at Wang Linchi’s lax demeanor.

"Oh, we don’t provide that service," Wang Linchi flatly refused.

He glanced at the old man. He isn’t even a D-rank believer. There’s no need to go.

"How can you not? I asked before! The previous Temple Master of your temple went to help with the full moon celebration for Old Man Liu’s grandson from the neighboring village," the man cited an example without hesitation upon hearing Wang Linchi’s decisive refusal.

"Then go find the old Temple Master. I’m not him," Wang Linchi replied, not bothered at all.

He naturally knew why the man had come. The old Temple Master of Dai Temple didn’t charge for baptisms. If they had chosen the Temple Masters from the Demon God Temples in the city, a baptism would have cost at least several hundred, or even over a thousand, taels of silver. Wealthy families would have to spend even more. Commoners wouldn’t have the means for baptisms during their full moon celebrations. This man clearly wanted to save face without spending money, which is why he came here looking for a bargain. If it had been the old Temple Master, he would have gone to help for free after they offered incense. But now it was Wang Linchi, and he wouldn’t bother with them at all.

"You... how can you, a young man, talk like this!" The man was thoroughly annoyed. Find the old Temple Master? Who doesn’t know that the old Temple Master is dead and buried?

"That’s how I talk. What are you going to do about it?" Wang Linchi retorted with strong disdain.

Respect the old and cherish the young? Could this man compare to his age? He was almost seven hundred years old; this man should be respecting him, an elder. As for cherishing the young, ’young’ refers to children, not to adults like this fellow.

"Alright, alright! It seems you don’t want this stick of incense," the man threatened.

"Our little temple can’t accommodate your incense stick. You might as well find the Temple Master from the Mysterious Tiger Temple in the city to perform the baptism for your family," Wang Linchi retorted sarcastically.

However, he wondered if this was another opportunity delivered to his doorstep. Otherwise, why would he encounter such a trivial problem? Someone was obviously trying to deliver a gift to him. However, upon recalling that the highest World Energy Level here was only 21, he somewhat lost interest. Even if there were opportunities, what good could they possibly be? So, he was rather indifferent. With power like mine, I certainly can’t be bothered to rush and grab every small, trivial opportunity that presents itself.

Upon hearing Wang Linchi’s mockery, the man’s face turned green. Invite the Temple Master of the Mysterious Tiger Temple? Even if I sold my entire family, I still couldn’t afford the cost!

In the end, seeing how incredibly rude Wang Linchi was, the man had no choice but to swallow his pride and leave.

"Humph! Serves you right that your temple is in such a dilapidated state!" he spat out a curse before leaving.

Wang Linchi released a mosquito-like memory body that followed the man.

Indeed, I’m too lazy to chase this opportunity myself, but it’s fine to let the memory body do it. Besides, why else am I keeping so many memory bodies inside me? Strive for world domination? That’s too boring. I just want to consume this dynastic civilization, not nurture it. Maintaining it myself would be such a hassle. It’s much easier to snatch it after someone else has nurtured it.

The mosquito-like memory body followed the old man. Through it, Wang Linchi heard the old man’s curses—things like "last of his wretched line" and "short-lived ghost." Wang Linchi wasn’t bothered by the man’s words; instead, he pondered what kind of opportunity this man could possibly bring him from so far away.

The old man descended the mountain and returned to his house.

What a hovel. It’s barely better than being completely destitute, Wang Linchi observed upon seeing the man’s pitiful home. How is he still thinking of giving his grandson a baptism? He probably can’t even afford incense sticks.

There were many people in the house, both men and women, apparently relatives.

After the old man returned, he didn’t admit his failure to invite the Temple Master. Instead, he boasted about how influential he was, even claiming that Wang Linchi had eagerly offered to help as soon as he spoke. Then, when someone asked when the Temple Master would arrive, the old man just laughed it off. Everyone present quickly understood he was just bluffing. But since it was his grandson’s full moon celebration, they decided not to expose him to avoid any unpleasantness.

Just typical family drama. Nothing unusual except for this man who boasts but can’t deliver, Wang Linchi mused, not finding any so-called opportunity. However, I did notice one thing: this family’s extreme poverty is likely linked to this old man. Of course, this has little to do with me.

Wait, what’s this? As Wang Linchi, through the memory body, prepared to leave, he noticed something interesting. The old man’s grandson’s eyes were darting about, revealing a spark of spiritual brilliance.

This feels familiar... Wang Linchi thought. Li Wen’an!

Wang Linchi immediately understood. It’s Li Wen’an, Emperor Xuwen, the previous Nine Extremes! So, he’s this generation’s Nine Extremes? Wang Linchi was taken aback. If this is true, then it’s indeed a great opportunity. Let’s observe a bit more. If it’s true, I’ll find a way to get him.

Wang Linchi was not a soft-hearted person. If the child indeed is this generation’s Nine Extremes, I’ll use some memory bodies to massacre the village. Then, I’ll play the hero and adopt him. The reason I believe him to be the Nine Extremes is mainly his aura and that somewhat peculiar demeanor. It’s like a baby version of Emperor Xuwen. Could all the Nine Extremes be the same person?

An idea surfaced in Wang Linchi’s mind. He had entertained this thought before but lacked evidence, as he had only encountered one generation of the Nine Extremes. Now that I’ve encountered a second one, I’ll naturally target him. If that’s really the case, he’s going to be incredibly valuable!

Thinking of this, Wang Linchi grew excited.

There’s no good way to confirm it, though. Currently, only the members of the Nine Extremes Sect would know. They only pay attention and write biographies once the Nine Extremes starts to stand out. At this stage, even if he is the Nine Extremes, there’s no way to prove it. Better to act decisively, even if it means making a mistake, than to miss an opportunity. If nothing changes after observing for two more days, I’ll take action.

Wang Linchi didn’t hesitate at all. If I win this gamble, I’ll hit the jackpot. If I lose, I’ll simply raise the child to adulthood and then set him free.