Yang Kun and Li Yuanming looked at each other. Li Yuanming's eyes still seemed so calm, as if he didn't care at all; only Yang Kun's eyes gradually became a little depressed.
After a while, Yang Kun finally had to lower his head and bow to reality.
The Greedy Wolf Army has reached the limit of poverty, and Yang Kun can no longer endure his past life, especially now that he sees hope.
In fact, the conditions offered by Li Yuanming were already very generous. The God of Industry was definitely a powerful priesthood. Yang Kun was not ungrateful - it's just that people always want to get more.
But the price of being unsatisfied is that Yang Kun has to bow his head now; this time of bowing his head means that he is destined to never be able to raise his head in front of Li Yuanming, nor in front of Shang Guo again!
However, as it was related to his own "road to godhood", Yang Kun still shamelessly asked more questions: "Becoming a god requires believers. I wonder how Shangguo plans to proceed?"
"No, what you need to become a god is not believers, but faith. But in fact, there are many things that can replace faith. For example, luck!"
Li Yuanming waved his hand at the storage, and two particularly beautiful crystal bottles appeared in his hand. "These two crystal bottles, one is a piece of luck, and the other is a piece of innate merit and holy energy. With these two things, it is enough to make you a god! Luck is the luck of the Shang Dynasty. The luck of the Shang Dynasty originally contains the breath of industry, so it can naturally grant you a godhood. The innate merit and holy energy is a guarantee. Even if there are any problems in the process of granting the godhood, the losses can be minimized."
In fact, there is one thing Li Yuanming didn't say: Even if you become a god, without believers as a foundation, you still need to rely on the Shang Kingdom's "feeding"!
Yang Kun could no longer hear Li Yuanming's voice, and his eyes were completely attracted by the two crystal bottles in Li Yuanming's hands.
In a crystal bottle, there was a fist-sized flame burning quietly. It looked like a divine fire, with a mysterious aura flowing, constantly attracting the divine fire in Yang Kun's chest. A heartfelt desire rose from Yang Kun's heart - swallow it, swallow it, swallow it and you will become a real god, not an embarrassed demigod!
In the other crystal bottle, there was a stream of golden light, faint but impossible to ignore. It seemed that it was the most sacred place in the world, making people unable to help but have a feeling of worship.
Li Yuanming looked at Yang Kun quietly, and smiled with satisfaction after seeing Yang Kun's performance. To be honest, Li Yuanming was not too sure before, and could only say that he was taking a gamble or a test. If Yang Kun failed, Li Yuanming would not feel bad, and a blasphemer would not cause too much trouble, and he might even be able to take the body to claim the reward.
Of course, success would be even better. Right now, it seems that the possibility of success is very high. It's just a pity for Yang Kun, who doesn't know that he has become a guinea pig.
Afterwards, Yang Kun quickly signed the agreement and officially sold himself to the Shang Kingdom for five hundred years.
After both parties signed, pressed their fingerprints, and swore, Li Yuanming handed the two crystal bottles to Yang Kun and said, "Someone will take you to the secret room later. I hope that tomorrow, I can see the birth of a god."
Yang Kun followed a wandering immortal all the way to the secret room; from beginning to end, Yang Kun did not observe the wandering immortal in front of him - Li Yuanming's special arrangement, which was intended to suppress Yang Kun's confidence, wasted. Yang Kun's entire mind was focused on the two crystal bottles in his hands.