"The Heavenly God is truly magnanimous and benevolent, which makes us admire and worship him greatly."
"The Heavenly God's magnanimity can encompass the entire Medicine God Realm!"
"There is a reason why the Heavenly God has achieved such extraordinary accomplishments."
The constant flattery made Zhang Yun feel extremely comfortable, but he deliberately remained calm and composed, pretending to be unmoved and unsmiling.
Only then did Zhang Yun realize that being a god was truly exhausting!
"Traitorous disciple, although the gods have spared your life, you are spared the death penalty but cannot escape punishment. Guards, lock this traitorous disciple Yao Bucai in the dungeon to await further orders!"
Offending the gods is a grave offense. Even though the gods did not take offense, in order to appease the people, the white-robed elder had no choice but to order his arrest.
Immediately afterwards, two guards dressed in silver armor marched in in unison and dragged Yao Bucai away.
Yao Bucai, on the other hand, looked miserable.
What kind of terrible sins have we committed?
Zhang Yun, expressionless, calmly watched this scene. Suddenly, a wooden token appeared in his palm, floating in the air. On the token was engraved a genuine Chinese character: Heaven!
This wooden token was made by Zhang Yun himself.
There was no other way; it was all because of poverty.
Therefore, this is the most ordinary wood, and could even be described as a low-quality product.
"I am very fond of the Medicine God Realm, so from this moment on, the Medicine God Realm will receive my special attention."
"Later, I will send a divine messenger with this token, who will be as if I were to appear before him."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yun's sacred figure disappeared into the vast sky.
Before the people of Holy Medicine City could react, another youthful figure appeared in the void.
The black-clad youth wore a strange mask, with only his pair of pitch-black eyes exposed. They were as sharp as cold blades, causing the people of Holy Medicine City to blink briefly before showing respect.
It's all because the boy in black is holding a celestial token!
This is serious.
"Welcome, Your Excellency, the Heavenly Messenger!"
"Greetings, Your Excellency!"
The crowd prostrated themselves on the ground, but some of those in power merely bowed slightly, expressing their respect appropriately.
The black-clad youth, though a messenger of the gods, was still just a messenger; his status was no longer the same.
"The Heavenly God said that seeing this token is like seeing the Heavenly God himself. Why don't you kneel?"
The young man in black shouted in a deep, cold voice that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, causing the high-ranking officials still standing there to tremble as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Immediately afterwards, the faces of the group turned deathly pale, as they felt an extremely terrifying gravity, like Mount Tai pressing down on them, instantly bending their backs.
This terrifying gravity, like the will of the gods, can crush and destroy both their bodies and minds.
"We pay our respects to the divine messenger!"
In just a short while, the last line of defense of several stubborn old men was completely broken, and they all knelt on the ground, their robes soaked with cold sweat.
They never imagined that a mere messenger of the gods could be so terrifying, capable of crushing them with just a glance.
However, what they didn't know was that the boy in black was Zhang Yun, who had returned.
He descended as a messenger of the gods because the people of the Medicine God Realm were far too respectful to him, a god.
Given his status as a deity, many things become inconvenient for him.
After all, the gods are revered by the people of the Medicine God Realm and are pure and flawless; they cannot be allowed to have any human touch.
Moreover, always descending in the guise of a god consumes too much of one's mental energy.
So let the gods live on in their hearts.
"May I ask what the divine messenger's orders are?"
The white-robed elder asked respectfully. As the vice president of the Alchemist Guild of Holy Medicine City, with the president absent, he was almost the most influential person in Holy Medicine City besides the Heavenly Messenger.
"Where is Yao Bucai now? Take this envoy to see him," Zhang Yun said coldly, his eyes icy.
The question from the celestial messenger immediately made the white-robed old man's heart skip a beat.
Yao Bucai offended the gods, and the gods were magnanimous and forgiving, but that doesn't mean that the divine messengers, who were disciples of the gods, would not hold it against him.
Is it possible that even that rebellious disciple Yao Bucai couldn't escape this calamity?
"My lord, I am also a disciple of the Alchemist Guild. I know where Yao Bucai is being held. I will take you there right away."
A young man in blue robes, who usually disliked and even despised Yao Bucai, spoke up in a fawning manner.
By doing this, one can both kill that despicable fellow Yao Bucai and get close to the messenger sent by the gods, thus gaining their favor—a win-win situation.
"Qiu Yue, don't you know what kind of occasion this is? When did it become your turn to speak?"
Even though he knew that Yao Bucai might not escape the divine messenger's punishment today, the white-robed elder was well aware of Qiu Yue's little schemes and shouted angrily.
"It doesn't matter, it's the same no matter who brings it."