I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

"..."

Xue Jing's pupils were adorned with silvery white moonlight as he looked at the robed woman before him and asked in a tone devoid of fluctuations,

"Flower God Society... is it the Heretical God Cult? Are you a Blessed One?"

The robed woman said with surprise, "Oh? You know about the Blessed Ones?"

"It seems, sir, you're more knowledgeable about this world than I thought..."

"That makes things easier."

She smiled gently, softly saying, "Since you have some understanding, you should realize how rare it is to be graced with divine favor."

"The ritual for receiving the blessing is ready, Wood Sprites and Flower Spirits are awaiting a new host."

"Come with me, embrace the Merciful Mother's bosom, and inhale Her immortal fragrance."

The woman spoke words heavy with religious significance, but her tone was not fervent, merely soft and calm, as if making small talk.

Xue Jing gazed at her for a while, then said casually,

"The success rate for your blessing ceremony isn't high, is it?"

The robed woman nodded, "To walk the path of righteousness, a price must indeed be paid."

She paused, then continued, "But, you needn't worry."

"The master of 'Thousand Red and Ten Thousand Glamorous' is the source of all flowers and trees in the world, a symbol of beauty. The more beautiful the being, the more they gain Its affection."

She looked at Xue Jing's face, "In your case, there's almost no chance the ritual would fail."

Xue Jing chuckled, "That sounds quite nice."

"Gods... regardless of which one, as long as it's associated with that concept, must be an incredibly significant being. Receiving grace from such a being surely comes with more benefits than I can imagine."

"The grueling path of martial arts practice, decades of effort may not compare to a simple surgery, and with the pace of technological progress, it might be completely obsolete in a few decades. Comparatively, becoming a Blessed One seems like an easier and more correct choice."

The robed woman listened to him, nodding with two hums of agreement.

"Then—"

She had barely begun to speak when Xue Jing interrupted her:

"However, I refuse."

The robed woman was taken aback.

She asked in confusion, "You understand all there is to know, don't you? Why refuse?"

Xue Jing pinched his chin and said,

"I'm just naturally rebellious, I don't like doing what others want, and my favorite thing is to do the opposite..."

The woman: "..."

Xue Jing waved his hand: "You don't have anything else? Then that's it, I'm leaving."

After speaking, he walked around the woman in front of him, moving to her back, ready to leave.

But he had only gone a few steps before he stopped.

"Crack—crack—"

The cement ground slowly cracked open, and a sturdy verdant root like a tentacle stubbornly protruded from the crevice, blocking his way and dancing erratically in the air.

Xue Jing didn't turn around and simply remarked, "Oh? What do you mean by this?"

"Hmm..." The woman turned to look at him, "I've been ordered to bring you back, so... although it doesn't seem likely, could you please just follow me back quietly?"

Xue Jing's mind raced.

'Wanting me to join the cult wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, but premeditated...'

What was the reason? Apart from Ning Fengwan, who was entangled with Dragon Cult and Lion Holy Church, he shouldn't have come into contact with any other Heretical God Cults.

Without another word, Xue Jing turned without hesitation and unleashed a Whirlwind Thunder toward the robed woman, spiraling imprints surfacing on his right arm.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared as a spiral of white energy wrapped around his fist, slamming heavily into— the sturdy roots.

Unknowingly, the ground around him had cracked open in numerous places, countless tentacle-like roots writhing out and flailing wildly.

The roots that blocked Xue Jing's fist were several entwined together, forming a hard cluster. Xue Jing's punch drilled a large hole through them like an electric drill, but it didn't pierce through entirely, thus sparing the robed woman on the other side.

Seizing the moment, a green root thick enough for two people to embrace wriggled to the robed woman's feet, lifting her dozens of meters off the ground.

At the same time, countless sturdy roots around them began to stretch out incessantly. Xue Jing glanced left and right, within seconds, the area within a few dozen meters had turned densely packed, almost like a jungle.

Each root was dozens of meters long, swinging in the air like numerous giant snakes, blocking the afternoon sun, with only speckled light filtering through the moving gaps.

"All this fuss... as if Descend of the Tree Realm is upon us," Xue Jing clicked his tongue.

Hoisted by the roots and standing in midair, the robed woman looked down at Xue Jing below and gently smiled,

"How about it? Ready to come back with me now?"

She spread her arms, and countless thick roots surrounded her, darkening the sky as if she were a deity wielding the power of the forest.

"Such non-human might is a gift from the Merciful Mother, something mere mortals cannot resist. Don't struggle in vain."

"Just come back with me."

The robed woman looked at Xue Jing as if a god looking down upon a mortal.

Xue Jing didn't reply but instead asked,

"Since just now, there hasn't been a single person around, why is that?"

Holding the upper hand, the woman patiently explained,

"It's pollen... from an Otherworldly plant. Releasing this pollen can make anyone who smells it want to 'stay away'."

Xue Jing nodded, "I see."

Finishing his words, he surged his Power, stomping his foot to crack the ground, and like an arrow released from a bow, he sprang towards the robed woman in the air.