The words "come fight" had not yet left his mouth when he noticed that figure had already disappeared.

Hiding in the shadows, Zhang Ze replayed the Memory Stone and discovered that when the Horror Saint ascended to the heavens, the Mo Family Giant had secretly slipped away.

Though his words were bold, it seemed he did not want to play with the Horror Saint either.

With no one around, the wrath of the Horror Saint naturally vented upon the unlucky mountain and forest lands.

After a bout of rage, everything around was pounded into scorched earth, except for the pit where the Horror Temple originally stood.

However, seemingly having calmed down after the hammering, the red in the Horror Saint's eyes gradually faded.

Tilting his head, he tore off the already tattered robe and changed into a new one; at the same time, the two giant arms behind him dissolved into a bloody liquid.

The disintegrated flesh seeped into the earth, and a miraculous scene followed.

Nourished by the flesh and blood, the land that had turned to scorched earth regained its vitality.

Vegetation flourished, and insects and small beasts emerged from the soil.

In the blink of an eye, the place returned to its original state.

Even the large pit at the original site of the Horror Temple was filled in.

The Horror Saint opened his mouth, and a brand new Horror Temple floated out, placed upon the original site.

This time, however, the Faceless Sculpture in the temple had changed slightly.

It no longer had its hands open, one holding a fist and the other holding a book, but was sitting in a pose of contemplation on a brass throne.

Together with it was also placed a large fruit that looked exquisite.

The large fruit was brimming with Spiritual Qi, tempting to behold.

After making sure everything was in place, the Horror Saint left the area with heavy steps, disappearing into the mountains to the north of the Secret Realm.

However, Zhang Ze, hiding in the Cyan Lotus of Dust, did not immediately come out.

He maneuvered the Cyan Lotus of Dust to fly into the temple, hiding beneath the fruit, seemingly prepared to wait for his opportunity. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

As expected, just as he anticipated, it wasn't long before a birdlike dragon, entirely in earthy tones with vibrant feathers atop its head and arms, stealthily slipped into the Horror Temple.

Its agile forelimbs held a bundle filled with various odds and ends, including glowing stones, strange shells, damaged Magical Artifacts, and some dinosaur eggs of unclear provenance.

They didn't seem to be obtained through honest means, likely picked up or stolen.

Zhang Ze, "Just as I thought, there's another sneaky one around."

While observing the earlier events, he sensed that besides him, there was another hidden presence nearby.

Whether due to good concealment or special talent, the three powerful dinosaurs apart from Zhang Ze did not notice this sneaky presence.

Even Zhang Ze had no idea where exactly it was hiding, sensing only that in a general direction, there were eyes even more furtive than his, spying on all the dragons except for him.

At this moment, this thieving birdlike dragon, being a local dragon, had dared to enter the Horror Temple, indicating that the Horror Saint must have indeed gone far away.

Zhang Ze looked at the somewhat sneaky birdlike dragon in front of him, drooling over the fruit on the offering table, and suddenly had a new idea.

...

The birdlike dragon, accustomed to being sneaky, remained oblivious to someone plotting against it, entirely focused on the round fruit.

It set down its sack, pacing back and forth in front of the offering table, occasionally glancing nervously towards the Temple entrance, fearful of the Horror Saint's return.

With a few moments of hesitation, it finally succumbed to the fruit's allure, sidling up, extending its claw tentatively, head tilted and eyes shut, in a posture ready to bolt at any moment, reaching out its guilty claw.

Just as it was about to succeed, it suddenly felt something grasp its claw.

Snapping its eyes open, it saw a strange, pale hand with five fingers emerge from the void in front of the fruit, holding its claw.

'One, two, three, four, five...five fingers! It's the Saint...Saint!'

The thieving birdlike dragon was utterly startled, assuming that the sculpture on the brass throne had come to life.

Too late to escape, it was swiftly pulled into the Cyan Lotus of Dust by Zhang Ze.

The Horror Temple returned to silence.

...

Not long after, the thieving birdlike dragon emerged from the void once more.

But this time, its demeanor had changed, subtly elevated.

Sneaky yet blatantly brazen, sly yet openly justified.

In the guise of the thieving birdlike dragon, Zhang Ze adjusted his hair, bent to pick up the sack from the ground, and conveniently stuffed the fruit, brass throne, and sculpture off the offering table into the sack.

"Whatever I pick up is mine."

Zhang Ze quickly assumed the role.

Satisfied, he hoisted the sack over his shoulder, scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground, and with the claw of three fingers, fashioned a plaque.

[Thieves' Guild · Thief Saint]

In this world of anonymity, one must have an identity; among the myriad families, such a title should exist.

Throwing the plaque into the sack as well, he sent a message to Junior Sister and the others, then cheerfully bounced off in the direction where the Mo Family Giant had left.

He intended to inquire the Mo Family Giant about Li and Brother Feng.

...

Fucheng.

The Holy Tree had not returned to its original golden color, instead continuing to display its vibrant pink as a manifestation of divine grace.

After the initial chaos subsided, the Barbarian Race in Fucheng had calmed down and started adapting to the Holy Tree's transformation.

This time, however, Granny Anya, renowned for her interpretative insights, did not attend the meeting to interpret the Holy Tree's miracle.

She instead claimed to be unwell, leaving the decision to the shamans.

But fleeing from reading comprehension once only delays the inevitable.

In the tree hollow.

Junior Sister handed the tile, used as a writing slate, to Granny Anya.

"Granny, granny, what does this mean?"

On the slate was written:

[Holy Festival, Holy Majesty, Confucian Gift, Confucian Seat, I have seen the Horror Saint.]

Granny Anya smiled as she looked at the message Zhang Ze sent back.

"I don't know."