C13 God's Gift of Rice

Action speaks louder than contemplation. Lin Mo swiftly exchanged the power of faith for 32 super rice seeds and initiated a serene dialogue with Qingyou through her prayers.

Within the sacred confines of the Holy Hall, the flame totem burst into intense flames. Kneeling and praying, Qingyou was enveloped in warmth as invisible ripples danced with the flames, spreading outward.

The energy was palpable not only to Qingyou and the four Civet Clan maidens but also to the waiting Spirit Cat Clan members outside.

All fell to their knees, hearts racing with anticipation and excitement.

"I, the God of Flames, accept the devotion of the Civet Clan. Henceforth, I shall be their guardian."

A voice, both otherworldly and majestic, echoed in Qingyou's mind, sending a shiver through her, her eyes brimming with emotional tears.

"My Saintess, I bestow upon you my blessing."

Lin Mo spoke, channeling enhancement points into Qingyou through the attribute panel.

A surge of formidable power cascaded from the heavens, liberating Qingyou from her constraints and clarifying her thoughts.

"Good heavens, I've awakened to magic!"

With a mere thought, Qingyou conjured a small flame in her palm. Gazing at the flickering light, she exclaimed with joy.

Lin Mo took a quick look at Qingyou's attribute panel and noted her progression from no rank to a Rank One Mage.

"A miracle! Another miracle unfolds!"

The Spirit Cat clansmen outside the Holy Hall, stirred by Qingyou's exclamation, erupted in jubilant cheers.

At 16, Qingyou's awakening to her magical gifts could only be attributed to divine intervention, beyond any earthly explanation.

In that moment, the Spirit Cat clansmen's hearts were filled with nothing but devout faith and awe.

Lin Mo then transmitted the 32 specially crafted rice seeds through the Holy Hall, before closing Qingyou's prayer channel and resuming his accumulation of burning points.

As the totem's flames waned, Qingyou sensed the departure of the God of Flames. She rose gracefully and approached the totem.

Beneath it lay a modest cluster of seeds, unassuming in appearance. Cradling them in her hands, Qingyou turned and exited the Holy Hall.

"Saintess!"

"Saintess!"

As Qingyou emerged, every member of the Spirit Cat Clan bowed deeply in reverence, including her own mother, the clan's matriarch—without exception.

Now the Saintess, she belonged entirely to the great deity, and to even glance her way was to commit sacrilege.

"My people, the mighty God of Flames has embraced our clan and graced us with lavish blessings."

Qingyou held up the seeds high, prompting a wave of jubilant cheers from the Spirit Cat clansmen.

"Saintess, could you tell us what the great God of Flames has graced us with?"

The matriarch approached with due respect to inquire.

Despite Qingyou being her daughter, the matriarch maintained a tone of utmost reverence.

"These are the sacred grains gifted by the deity. With them, we shall never again suffer the hunger of old."

Qingyou presented the seed to the matriarch, her voice brimming with joy.

"Allow me to demonstrate."

Noticing the skepticism on her clansmen's faces, Qingyou smiled and strode toward the earth, a trail of curious Spirit Cat clansmen behind her.

Parts of the land had been tilled by the clansmen, with grass ash blended into the soil, creating prime compost.

Qingyou extended her hand, delicately carving out a small hole in the earth, and dropped in a grain of rice.

After covering the seed and sprinkling a bit of water, she hovered her hand above the soil. A soft red glow emanated from her palm, as she prepared to use her newly awakened magic to swiftly ripen the seed.