Chapter-27 An idea

In the blink of an eye, four more months slipped quietly by in the mountains.

Snow had begun to fall, draping the peaks in a soft white silence.

Villagers now kept to their homes, fires lit and doors shut tight against the creeping cold. Fewer sick and wounded arrived at the shrine these days—almost as if the feverish excitement that once surged through the valley had finally settled.

The miracle had become the mundane.

Somehow, the world had moved on. People no longer whispered in awe about the boy healer in the mountains. Not because they had forgotten, but because they had grown accustomed to it. In this supernatural world—Where disasters were normal and Giant Gods and demons—the extraordinary was simply another shade of normal.

Even the memory of the giant that walked that day had faded into memory.

No matter the scar or the despair of amount of death, the world moves on!!

Meanwhile, at the heart of the snow-peaked mountain crater, the once-dilapidated shrine had undergone a quiet transformation. What once looked like it would collapse with the next gust of wind now stood reborn—a structure nearly ten times its former size.

Five distinct chambers sprawled under one sweeping roof, the stone pillars now etched with majestic engravings of old legends and divine beasts. Wind chimes and ceremonial bells hung from eaves that glittered faintly with frost.

it had now become a real shrine.

Built not only by Lin Haoran, but by the will of the people.

Those who had been healed, those whose loved ones had been saved, came with gold, silver, and supplies—as a way of showing gratitude or somtimes a way of showing respect. Craftsmen offered their hands. Stonemasons carved their prayers into walls. And slowly, over the cold passing months, a a beautiful and grand shrine stood rooted in the snow.

And in the central area of the shrine where the master chamber was located, Lin haoran sat on comtemplation.

[Wheel of Heaven and Earth]

Owner: Lin Haoran

Age: 10 years, 1 months

Physique: 13 (Grandmaster)

Mental Strength: 35

Divine Abilities:

 Wheel of Heaven and Earth (Grade: ???)

 Invisible Hand of God – Level 105 (Grade: Cosmic Mystery)

 Primordial Eye of Chaos – Level 1, 82% (Grade: Heaven Overturning)

Other Abilities:

 Basic Regeneration (F)

 Third Eye of Silent Echo (E)

 Stone Skin (F)

 Basic Throwing (F)

 Iron Palm (F)

 Wind Razor Slash (F)

Bound Item: Sky Hanging Sword (7-Star Void God Sacred Treasure)

Destiny Points: 8900

Stat Points: 0

Proxy Destiny (1): Mu Qinglan

[Draw Ability] [Buy Ability] [Grant Ability]

Destiny Points: 8,900.!! 4 month had passed and the bloating of Invisible hand of god have also calm down alot.

But that wasn't what truly occupied his thoughts.

8900 destiny point, At first glance, it seemed like a windfall—enough to make any man leap for joy. But to Lin Haoran, it was a puzzle wrapped in irony.

Three thousand points had come in the second month alone, all thanks to Mu Qinglan. But after that, the momentum slowed. Month three yielded only 2,200. Month four dipped further to 1,500, and since then, the inflow had stabilized—stagnated, even.

1,500 per month. That was the new normal.

Lin Haoran leaned back, lips pressed in a thin line. He was grateful, of course. Yet he couldn't help but marvel at how quickly the people of this world adapted to miracles. In the beginning, his healing ability had been akin to divine grace—a gift from the heavens. Now, it was just... expected.

Just another part of mountain life.

"It's totally not like the novels at all," Lin Haoran muttered under his breath.

A thought crept into his mind:

Should I open another branch?

A second shrine, maybe a hundred kilometers away. Station another Mu Qinglan there. Have the same setup, the same passive flow of destiny.

It seemed plausible—on paper.

But the moment he followed the line of thought a bit further, he shook his head. The short-term gain would be good, yes. But the long-term management would be a headache. A shrine a hundred miles away would require not just a new overseer, but food, resources, and constant vigilance. And if something went wrong?

Well, the weight of a shrine wasn't light.

 After all The healing ability to the common people was something like divine gift from heaven not something they could obtain at all, but the way the common man thinks and a martial artist thinks is different.

To a martial artists rather than a divine gift from heaven, it would lean more towards being a peerless immortal technique that a martial arts and even a mortal could use, in other words a peerless treasure, it was already a miracle that the first shrine did not attract troubles here and there.

And there was another issue: geography.

His influence extended a hundred miles in all directions, but beyond that was another martial domain. Another shrine. Another practitioner. Lin Haoran didn't want to start a territorial war for no reason.

He was not afraid, yes—but he had no beef nor enmities with that other practitioner

Just as he sank deeper into thought, a soft knock echoed at the door.

Through the lens of his astral sight, he saw a familiar figure kneeling outside.

"Come in," Lin Haoran said.

Mu Qinglan entered silently.

He had changed. The once nervous, wide-eyed boy now carried the air of a true shrine priest. He moved with composure, spoke with clarity, and had even begun to wear pride like a quiet badge on his chest.

"What is it?" Lin Haoran asked.

Mu Qinglan bowed. "This servant is here to report. Another wild beast attack occurred, forty kilometers south. A group of hunters were ambushed... this time, none survived."

Lin Haoran's brows drew tight.

Wild beasts.!!

The concept of wild beast is little different here from earth, here they have wild animals and wild beast!

If martial artists were humans on spiritual steroids, then wild beasts were the world's natural martial antagonists.

Unlike wild animals like tiger and wild boars, wild beast could grow to unimaginable size perhaps even to a size of building, and they also had amazing reproductive ability and can even multiply 2 to 3 times a year so they could never be completely eradicated, they were the natural enemies of martial artist and the reason why big organization like the martial courts and martial shrine systems exist.

And as for the 'strange and unknowns'? Even the Martial Court dared not tread carelessly in those waters.

"Did anyone see it?" Lin Haoran asked.

"Yes, my lord," Mu Qinglan said. "Some villagers arrived after the attack and caught sight of it retreating. They described a creature with massive tusks, red spikes all over its body, roughly the size of a cart."

"A cart-sized beast with tusks and spikes… southward."

Lin Haoran narrowed his eyes in thought.

Then, he blinked.

"Oh right, which direction is south again?"

Mu Qinglan froze. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd misheard.

"…That way, my lord."

He cautiously pointed.

Lin Haoran followed the gesture and casually turned his head. A second later, without warning, his pupils contracted slightly—

[Astral Sight].

The air shimmered. The world peeled open.

His vision then shifted from rolling foothills into a jagged terrain of broken woodland. Thin layers of snow clung to the pine-covered slopes, broken occasionally by dark boulders and crags like ancient scars. A narrow, icy stream snaked through the valley floor, barely trickling under a sheet of frozen mist. And amidst the white stillness, something red moved.

A hunched, boar-like creature—its back bristled with jagged crimson spikes, its tusks caked in dried blood. It scraped at the earth, leaving behind deep claw marks in the frozen soil. Flies circled its mangled kill, steam still rising from the corpses of several hunters frozen stiff in death.

Lin Haoran's gaze locked on it.

It was actually a grade-1 wild beast, equivalent to a martial grandmaster!

Lin Haoran's gaze flickered cold.

"...I don't have time to walk fifty kilometers today."

From his shrine seat, he raised a single finger.

The world grew silent.

The flow of energy condensed into a single point—his will, his spirit, and a fraction of his telekinetic might.

The Invisible Hand of God moved, it did not need to travel at all, the only requirement to used it is sight!

22193 kilograms of force.

11,096 meters per second.

A horrifying momentum of 246,111,328 kg.m/s

!!!

Then 50 km away transparent ripple of force surged downward like a divine hammer from above.

The beast never saw it coming.

Its chest caved in first, folding like wet paper under impossible force. The spikes shattered. Bone snapped like dry twigs. Its internal organs turned to pulp before its mind could register pain. In the next moment, the body exploded outward from within, a red mist rising into the air in a grotesque blossom of blood and sinew.

What was left… was unrecognizable.

A crater, red-smeared stones, and silence.

[Destiny point +200]

Lin Haoran exhaled lightly and deactivated his astral sight, as if he had merely closed a window, however upon seeing the destiny points collected a sudden idea came into mind.

He turned to Mu Qinglan, voice calm.

"It's done"

Mu Qinglan blinked, confused.

"...Eh?"

Lin Haoran had already stood up, brushing invisible dust off his robes. He waved lazily toward the door.

"Anyway, I'm heading out. If someone else comes with bad news, tell them I'm busy."

Then he walked past the still-kneeling Mu Qinglan and out into the snow, humming a quiet, peaceful tune.

Mu Qinglan stared after him, stunned."…It's done? What's done?"

He looked south instinctively.And though he couldn't see anything, a strange pressure lingered in the air, as though something had just happened.