“No mischief, I really didn’t cause mischief.”

Gao Yiye kept denying mischief, yet a sly smile crept into the corners of her eyes.

After all, she was still just a fifteen-year-old child. Though treated as a Saint Lady by many over the past half year, her playful nature remained unchanged.

Thirty-Two grew increasingly uneasy. “What kind of troublemaking thing did you draw? And why must the Deity not know? Let me tell you, my publishing house won’t print anything too outrageous.”

Gao Yiye pouted. “It’s not that mischievous. Only a tiny bit, but the rest is quite proper.”

Thirty-Two eyed her warily. “Show it to me.”

Gao Yiye giggled and slipped back into her room, reappearing moments later with a thick stack of papers. Every sheet was densely covered with drawings, and Arabic numerals in the bottom right corner marked the page numbers.

Thirty-Two grabbed the first page and gasped in shock. Wasn’t this a drawing of Dao Xuan Deity?

Though he had never seen the Deity’s face in person, who didn’t view his statue daily? The resemblance was unmistakable at a glance.

Li Daoxuan, outside the box, saw it too. Wasn’t that my face? True, she made me 32% more handsome and 3200% more imposing—whoa there! The little minx painted me for fun, and has she ever sharpened her drawing skills!

Thirty-Two was horrified. “You… you didn’t use the Deity for mischief, did you?”

Gao Yiye chirped, “Hehe, I’d never dare use the Deity mischievously! I drew a tale of him banishing monsters and demons.”

Thirty-Two hastily flipped to the second page… then the third…

Li Daoxuan peered alongside them.

He grasped the tale swiftly. It truly centered on subduing evil—its basic arc mirroring those in Shaanbei Diaoqu’s Dao Emotion plays. Without strong creative muscle, the young girl borrowed that world-view wholesale from the plays she knew.

The story went like this: Dao Xuan Deity descended to the earthly realm for an immortal’s journey and encountered a small village. Nearby mountains housed vicious bandits who stormed the village, slaying and setting fires to plunder grain.

Enraged, Dao Xuan Deity smote them—with one resounding slap, he flattened a bandit into paste.

After the bandit’s end, the Deity bestowed grain upon the village. Then he journeyed onward.

But when he was barely gone, another savage monster descended upon the village—this creature bore a startling likeness to the lobster man from Ultraman!

The little minx had clearly drawn it right off the lobster man’s image!

The lobster man wrought misery upon the settlement, preying on villagers cruelly. With the Deity absent and peril closing in, a Daoist priest materialized just then.

The priest unmistakably mirrored Ma Tianzheng—even his robes matched!

Summoning Daoist magics, the priest battled the lobster man. But fortune turned. The beast struck the priest’s sword from his grip, poised to devour him whole.

Just then Dao Xuan Deity reappeared, wielding immortal arts. He magnified one hand colossally and—SLAM—crushed the lobster man into a paste-stain upon the earth.

Gratefully, the priest knelt in reverence.

Ecstatic, villagers swarmed outside. They harvested lobster meat and cooked it into fragrant porridge. Crowded around the giant cauldron, many sang, danced, and sipped Wuliangye liquor—

The story concluded.

The minx truly was a Level 4 chimera creator! Her comic book fused so many odd elements!

Li Daoxuan nearly choked with stunned laughter.

After finishing, Thirty-Two wore an exceedingly odd expression. “This… this… what a bizarre tale this is—”

Gao Yiye blinked innocently. “What? Don’t you like this story?”

Thirty-Two wiped his sweat. “I’m not sure if it’ll work. It feels doable, yet something seems off.”

Gao Yiye said, “That means it’s possible, doesn’t it? Thirty-Two, please help me get this book printed.”

Thirty-Two felt immense pressure. “It depicts the Deity. What if the Deity dislikes it? I should…I should…ask the Deity for permission.”

Gao Yiye pouted. “But we’re giving the Deity a surprise! If you ask him, he won’t be surprised.”

“Well…” Thirty-Two hesitated. “What if it causes shock and anger instead?”

“It won’t!” Gao Yiye insisted. “The Deity will love it—it shows him doing good deeds and eliminating evil. Why would he be angry?” She stuck out her lower lip slightly. “I didn’t portray him as a bad celestial.”

Thirty-Two pondered carefully. She was right. Though the comic book’s plot blended chaotic equipment, it didn’t smear the Deity’s image. The stories themselves were righteous. Alright, he’d try printing a few copies. After all, this was the Saint Lady’s request, and in this village, the Saint Lady held the highest authority.

“Then…I’ll have the woodcarver engrave the blocks…” Thirty-Two said. “Understand this clearly: we won’t print many copies—just a few for your amusement. The woodcarver’s fees cannot come from the village treasury; you must pay them yourself. The costs for paper and ink are also your responsibility.”

Gao Yiye giggled. “No problem! I have many treasures the Deity gave me—I’ll just give some to the woodcarver as payment.”

Truthfully, Gao Yiye lived directly above the village treasury. No one could stop her if she wanted something from it, yet aside from cotton, she never stole anything else. Even the fabric she secretly wove from the cotton ended up back in the village treasury.

Thirty-Two’s remarks were merely a gentle nudge, a reminder for the girl not to take things too far. While the Saint Lady held the highest rank, she remained a child, still requiring guidance from adults.

Gao Yiye cheerfully handed the stack of papers over. “Don’t you dare damage them. This is my only copy.”

Thirty-Two nodded solemnly. “Every single leaf in here bears the Deity’s image. Who would dare destroy it?”

He shook his head, descended the watchtower, and made his way into the artisans’ well.

The woodcarver and his apprentices were idly carving characters, simply passing the time.

Recently, they had become quite bored. Having completed ‘Hanyu Pinyin,’ ‘Elementary Math,’ ‘Middle School Math,’ ‘Yang Family Generals,’ and even a volume of ‘Middle School Physics,’ they found themselves without further tasks. Idle days stretched before them.

Idleness meant no extra wages—a disheartening situation. They yearned for the Deity to devise some new project needing printing. Yet the Deity was preoccupied with the small train and welcoming visitors from Qingjian County; the cultural endeavors seemed temporarily forgotten.

So, the woodcarver and his apprentices carved mere characters for practice, killing time.

Thirty-Two approached them and held out the thick sheaf of paper. “Work’s come in. Engrave this. The Saint Lady will provide your payment.”

The woodcarver and the apprentices gathered around. They took the papers and scanned the top page, instantly startled. “Stories…of the Deity subduing demons and vanquishing evil spirits?”

Seeing their expressions flicker between shock, reverence, and an urge to worship, Thirty-Two thought to himself: Should I tell them this is the Saint Lady’s playful pastiche?

Forget it! Best left unsaid.

Thirty-Two confirmed, “Indeed. This book is titled ‘Dao Xuan Deity’s Demon Elimination Tale.'”

Filled with pious reverence, the woodcarver and apprentices carefully cradled the papers. “Rest easy, Manager Thirty-Two. We pledge our utmost dedication to carve this story flawlessly.”

Li Daoxuan smiled: Have fun, you all.