chapter 46 Daqin faith points

Long Su settled into his grand throne, his gaze focusing on the two aspects of faith that underpinned his world seed. 

the Daqin faith points and the filthy faith points.

With Xianyang City flourishing under his command and a steady stream of wealth flowing from the principal, it was time to turn his attention towards the cultivation of his own spiritual level power.

The Daqin faith points represented the unwavering belief and devotion of his subjects, a testament to their trust in his leadership and their commitment to the prosperity of the empire. 

Each point was a precious resource, a source of strength that Long Su could tap into to fuel his own growth and the development of his domain.

The filthy faith, a primal force born of killing and brutality destruction, was fueled by the demise of alien monsters in close proximity to Long Su.

Each time a creature succumbed to his might or the power of his subjects, a spark of filthy faith would arise, feeding the dark wellspring within him.

Yet, as Long Su recalled the last time when the mascara battle between the blood clan and his teachers' army, he was struck by an oddity.

Despite the numerous casualties among the blood clan, not a single flicker of filthy faith had emerged from their fallen forms.

It was as if the very nature of the filthy faith had been subverted.

Though less noble in nature, these points were no less important, offering Long Su a pathway to include villages, towns and cities inside his world. 

Recognizing that time and experience would be his allies in uncovering the truth behind the vanished, filthy faith points, Long Su decided to shift his focus to the cultivation of his spiritual power. 

With 112 Daqin faith points at his disposal, he prepared to embark on a journey of self- growth, harnessing the energies born of devotion and trust to fuel his ascent towards divinity.

Long Su settled into a meditative pose upon his throne, closing his eyes to center his thoughts and open his mind to the currents of Daqin faith that swirled within his being. 

As he reached out to the reservoir of points, he could feel their warmth and vitality, a testament to the unwavering loyalty of his subjects and the potential that lay dormant within their collective spirit.

Guided by instinct and intuition, Long Su began to draw upon the Daqin faith points, channeling their energy through his meridians and using it to nourish his spirit. 

With each point absorbed, he could feel his connection to his world seed deepening, as if the bond between ruler and realm were growing stronger.

It started to feel more like the long su, and the world seed realm became one person. 

As the cultivation process unfolded, Long Su found himself slipping into a state of profound awareness, his consciousness expanding to encompass the vast tapestry of life that thrived within his domain. 

The exhilarating sensation of cultivating with the Daqin faith points came to an end as the final point was absorbed, leaving Long Su's reservoir empty.

Yet, despite the depletion of these resources, the energy that coursed through his being was undeniable.

A sense of invincibility washed over him, his spirit infused with the power born of his subjects' devotion. In that moment, he felt as if he could conquer the world, a deity in mortal form with limitless potential at his fingertips.

However, Long Su knew that such feelings were ephemeral, a deceptive mirage that could lure the unwary into a labyrinth of self-indulgence and ruin. 

Many had succumbed to the intoxicating allure of power, their ambition and resolve eroded by the false promises of happiness and invincibility. 

It was a path that led only to despair, a gilded trap that ensnared those who lost sight of their true purpose.

With steely determination, Long Su grounded himself in the reality of his situation.

Though the energy and confidence he had gained through cultivation were undeniable, he recognized that true strength lay not in fleeting sensations but in the relentless pursuit of wisdom, growth, and the betterment of his empire.

As the echoes of his cultivation session began to fade, Long Su opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below.

He knew that the journey towards his divine ascension was far from over, but with each step forward, he was forging a legacy that would stand the test of time, a testament to the indomitable spirit that resided within him.

While the mysteries of the vanished filthy faith points remained, Long Su was certain that the answers would reveal themselves in due course.

Until then, he would continue to walk the path of a ruler, steering his QIN empire towards a future of prosperity and ensuring that the lessons of the past would serve as guideposts on the road to greatness.

As the hour approached midnight, Long Su's thoughts turned to the allocation of the gold he had received from the principal.

Focusing on bolstering his military forces, he took stock of his current capabilities. 

Under his direct control remained 100 elite sword and shield skeletons, along with 50 to 60 formidable spear-wielding skeletons. 

The rest of his units had become an integral part of the city's population, bolstering its overall strength and vitality.

With gold at his disposal, Long Su knew that his forces could be replenished and expanded, ensuring the continued safety and prosperity of his domain.

His first order of business was to summon additional skeleton militia, recognizing their value as a defensive shield against potential threats.

At a cost of 5 gold coins per unit, Long Su summoned 5,000 skeleton militia, their bones clattering to life as they formed ranks in the palace square.

The expenditure of 25,000 gold coins was a small price to pay for the security they provided, and their presence was a formidable deterrent to anyone who would dare challenge the might of Xianyang City.

Refraining from summoning more skeleton slaves, Long Su was acutely aware of the evolving threats his city might face. 

With enemies boasting levels of 1, 2, or even 3, the skeleton militias would serve as a vital meat shield, absorbing the brunt of any attacks and protecting the more valuable units within his forces.

The newly summoned militia amassed on the left side of the palace, a sea of bone that seemed to stretch endlessly across the square.