Am I A God?

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Zhao Yao sat in Xiao Ming's car as they headed towards their destination. Xiao Ming suddenly noticed the bump in Zhao Yao's pocket and was taken aback.

Dust Ball was stuffed in his pocket as if she were a wallet. Out of curiosity, Xiao Ming asked, "Is the cat going to be okay?"

"Oh, are you referring to Dust Ball?" Zhao Yao gave a gentle rub on Dust Ball's head and continued, "Don't worry, it's an obedient little cat."

Xiao Ming nodded his head as he diverted the topic to Zhao Yao's task, "Other than hiring you, my uncle had also hired a few other people."

"Oh," Zhao Yao scratched his chin and grinned, "Other than your grandmother, I guess the entire family doesn't really like Master Luo."

"Of course," Xiao Ming reasoned, "If someone tried to steal your cat cafe, would you just sit there and watch the person steal it right before your eyes?" Xiao Ming then passed a giant stack of paper to Zhao Yao.

"I know you are powerful, but Master Luo also has some tricks up his sleeve. I've collected some information regarding him; you can take a look. I guess it's better to be safe than sorry."

Zhao Yao's eyebrows tightened as he began reading through the information on Master Luo.

Master Luo's actual name was Luo Hao. He used to be a priest who resided in the Tianmu Mountain. He was over forty years old but did not have much achievement under his name.

A few months ago, he came to Jiangmen city to try his luck. He had the power to make objects appear out of thin air. Because of this ability, his name started spreading like wildfire in Jiangmen city. The matriarch of the house of Xiao, Granny Xiao, valued his power and accorded him with much authority in her home.

Zhao Yao read through the description of his power and concluded, "This ability to make things appear out of nothing is probably the power of psychokinesis.

If he was so famous, I'm sure Inspector Ho had already spoken to him. However, if I approach Inspector Ho regarding Luo Hao, I'm sure that horny old man will keep his lips sealed."

Zhao Yao contemplated before he asked, "Does Luo Hao have a cat with him?"

"A cat?" Xiao Ming was surprised by this seemingly weird question. He continued, "I don't think he has a cat."

"No cats?" Zhao Yao was rather shocked by the reply and continued asking, "How about stray cats? Does he go to the parks and feed them or visit cat cafes?"

Xiao Ming was flabbergasted by Zhao Yao's interest in cats but continued to answer, "I don't think so. Luo Hao never had any special interest in cats. Furthermore, my granny was bitten by a cat when she was young and developed an intense dislike for it ever since, so there are not cats at home."

"Oh," Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows as he replied, "That's interesting."

Zhao Yao spent the rest of the car ride digesting the information given to him. Meanwhile, Dust Ball got bored and fell asleep comfortably in Zhao Yao's pocket.

Xiao Ming was driving towards the outer rings of the city. The surroundings turned from beautiful high-rise buildings to large plots of barren land. Zhao Yao commented, "Your house is quite far away."

"Hmm, my grandmother is quite a nostalgic person. As she grew older, she preferred the peace and serenity in the rural areas. Hence, she bought a plot of land here and turned it into our home.

As the manor slowly appeared in front of Zhao Yao's vision, he finally realized the massiveness of the entire place.

Xiao Ming drove his car into the driveways as the gates opened automatically. Zhao Yao could not help but commented, "This garden is big enough to be a racecourse for horses."

Xiao Ming humbly replied, "Land here is rather cheap compared to the city."

Both of them left the car, and Zhao Yao quickly followed behind Xiao Ming. They walked past the majestic garden towards the main building of the manor. They could already hear the racket coming from within when they were still quite far away. It seemed like there was some argument going on.

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Inside the grand hall, a silver-haired old lady was sitting on the most intricately crafted chair Zhao Yao had ever seen in his life. However, the atmosphere was extremely tense as the old lady stared sternly at the people around her.

Approximately ten other people were sitting around the old lady. From the way she carried herself and how the others looked at her, it could be easily deduced that she had absolute authority over everyone in the house.

Beside her was a middle-aged man, who looked so elegant in his posture and appearance.

That man should be Master Luo Hao who Xiao Ming had mentioned. He seemed so calm and composed as if he had seen everything in life that nothing was capable of bothering him now.

Zhao Yao saw a monk standing in the middle of the hall, with his palms firmly clasped together. Both his eyes were half-shut, and it felt like there was something magical going on.

"My name is Yuan Tong, and I'm from Wu Tai Shan. I have spent the past thirty years training in the mountains, and I've come down today to find you, Master Luo."

"Yuan Tong," Master Luo said as he continued to sit on his chair and commented, "I think you should become a deliveryman instead. You can forget about fighting against me. It doesn't suit your style at all."

Yuan Tong face turned red upon hearing those rude words. He took a step forward and ripped off the clothes he was wearing. Beneath those clothes was a ripped and muscular body. His body was bronze in color, and it seemed like he had been smothered with bodybuilding posing oil.

"Ha!"

Following his loud road, a group of monks came forward to attack him, one of them was even holding on to a mannequin. They used the swords and spears in their hands and landed a barrage of attacks on the mannequin, destroying it instantly. These weapons were real, and they could inflict a lot of damage.

The monks then turned their attention towards Yuan Tong and started their assault. Some women could not bear with the potential blood and gore that they immediately shut their eyes.

However, the attacks seemed futile as they were not able to hurt Yuan Tong at all. He was as tough as rocks.

These were not the performances where they had rehearsed beforehand to ensure Yuan Tong's safety. Instead, the monks went in with the thought of killing Yuan Tong, Zhao Yao even saw one of them stabbed Yuan Tong's stomach with a sharp dagger while another monk frantically stabbed him in his back.

However, regardless of the weapons used, the resulted remained the same. Yuan Tong remained unfazed, and all they could hear were clanking as if they were striking against metal.

"What an amazing iron skin," One priest among the audience, declared, "Master Yuan Tong's abilities are the best in the world."

Xiao Ming's uncle, Xiao Ai Guo, nodded his head in agreement. He had spent so much time and effort to find the best and strongest priest in the country. All he hoped for was to find someone who could restrain Luo Hao.

Zhao Yao was amazed to see a human who was immune to knife attacks, he thought, "Hmm, is this monk an apostle too? However, there is no cat scent coming from him." He squinted his eyes as his pupil turned into vertical slits, "Interesting."

However, Luo Hao began to snore after watching Master Yuan Tong's performance. He merely mocked Master Yuan Tong by saying, "Yuan Tong, I don't even think you can get past the audition of China's Got Talent with your performance."

He mimicked the judges' reactions when they rejected the contestant in the show and said, "Please get him out, next please."

Yuan Tong was furious to see someone mocked his abilities so blatantly. However, Yuan Tong was suddenly hit by an invisible force and was sent flying into the air. In mid-air, his toned bronze body started to mutate and tore apart before he fell to the ground. It seemed like he had died.