bacchusnovels Chapter 154 You dare share a name with the Heavenly Saint Son? You're dead!
Chapter 154 You dare share a name with the Heavenly Saint Son? You're dead!
Chapter 154 You dare share a name with the Heavenly Saint Son? You're dead!
"Oh my goodness, young lady, what does this have to do with the Spirit Hall?"
Sister Lan slapped her forehead and shook her head helplessly. "Even if you find that herb, can you make contact with the Akatsuki? Would the Akatsuki dare to provoke the Spirit Hall?"
"You're all grown up now. Tell me, everything you use, eat, and wear—does it all come from the Spirit Hall? Now that you're a Spirit Master, the monthly allowance you receive and the resources you buy are all from the Spirit Hall. Don't you understand?"
"Wake up, let's go back together, okay?"
She gazed earnestly at the girl, her eyes even holding a hint of pleading.
But what met his gaze was the latter's timid yet determined look.
Xueyi didn't speak, but her eyes said it all.
"Alright, alright, I guess I'm just unlucky to have run into such a stubborn girl like you."
Sister Lan sighed helplessly, "Let's keep going as the little aunt said."
The girl looked gratefully at the woman who had turned around, but she didn't notice that the moment Sister Lan turned her back to her, the smile on her face instantly turned into a sinister and vicious expression.
"You can't reason with a damned devil. Since that's how it is, don't blame me for being heartless. Did you really think I'd help you deal with the Spirit Hall? Bah!!"
She spat inwardly.
While the Akatsuki organization is indeed very famous, people like Sister Lan, who came from before the era of the Heavenly Saint, naturally know that the Spirit Hall, this behemoth, is the most terrifying existence on this continent.
The same was true six years ago, but at least the three upper sects and two great empires kept them in check. What about now?
Almost all of the four lower sects have submitted to us, while the other three upper sects are either destroyed, have submitted to us, or are left to fend for themselves. The two great empires dare not utter a single word now.
Going against the Spirit Hall is no different from courting death.
Therefore, she had arranged to meet the son of the Spirit Hall official well in advance, and they waited ahead of her.
Maybe by offering up this silly girl, I can even curry favor with someone powerful!
"Hiss—I actually got lost?"
High in the far north, a boy with silver dragon wings rubbed his chin in disbelief, looking at the almost identical snow-covered mountains and rivers around him, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He, Su Chen, seems to have really gotten lost.
Tianmeng wanted to ask the two in the spiritual world directly, but unfortunately, she couldn't find the insect, and Gu Yuena had disappeared without a trace after entering the spiritual world two days ago.
In his own mental world, Su Chen naturally wouldn't worry about their safety, but the current situation was indeed troubling him.
This was truly his first time visiting this far north.
"It would be helpful if someone could come and ask."
He rolled his eyes in exasperation. If he really couldn't find one, he would have to go back to the nearest city and find a guide.
After scanning the area, the boy's eyes lit up, and he swooped down and landed.
"Young Master, is that old woman really going to send Miss Xue over?"
In a sheltered mountain hollow, a group of people sat around a campfire, on which a snow rabbit was roasting. Golden fat was rendered out and fell into the fire, causing bursts of flames.
One of them rubbed his hands together, slurped his saliva, and asked the somewhat frivolous-looking young man next to him.
"And this rabbit, is it ready to eat, young master? Hehe."
Snapped!
Before he could finish speaking, the arrogant young man slapped him on the head. "All you ever think about is eating! What's so good about it? Have I ever mistreated you? Don't we go to Jufeng Restaurant every day?"
With that, the young man scoffed disdainfully, crossed his arms, and a lewd glint appeared in his sunken eyes. He arrogantly declared, "That's a given. Don't you even know who my father is? In the entire Martial Soul Hall, besides the Purple-Robed Bishop, my father holds the highest position. Let alone a fallen young lady, even if she were the city lord's daughter, I wouldn't be able to just play with her as I please."
"Hahaha, young master is the best!"
"It's an honor for the son of our Spirit Hall's deputy hall master to want to sleep with the city lord's woman!"
"Hahaha, aren't all the women in this city just whoever the young master takes a fancy to, he can just play with?"
A chorus of flattery and lewd laughter filled the air, making the frivolous young man's face beam with pride. He still cleared his throat, feigning nonchalance, and said, "Hey, don't talk nonsense. Our Spirit Hall's mission is to serve every Spirit Master and potential Spirit Master. We are the most people-friendly organization. This was established by His Highness the Heavenly Saint. Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense!"
"Hahaha, doesn't His Highness the Heavenly Saint also treat the entire academy as his harem?"
"Hehe, do you guys think His Highness the Heavenly Saint Prince usually lives in the palace, plays with the concubines in the harem, and then goes straight to the Heavenly Water Academy when he gets tired of them?"
Hahahahaha.
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Don't talk nonsense, this is pure fabrication, understand?"
Just as they were laughing and joking, a calm yet helpless young voice suddenly broke through, the sound of the swirling snow seemingly having no effect on his voice.
It's more like it went directly into everyone's head.
"Who goes there?!"
"Protect the young master!?"
Everyone immediately stood up in alarm, and the frivolous young man quickly hid behind them.
They looked left and right but found nothing. Then, looking down, they were horrified to see an incredibly handsome silver-haired boy sitting in front of the campfire, enjoying the snow rabbit they had finally managed to catch.
Seeing them looking over, he smiled and held up the sizzling, juicy, fatty leg of meat in his hand, saying, "This tastes good. Indeed, fresh meat is different from what's delivered."
"Who are you."
They paused for a moment, swallowed hard, and asked somewhat nervously.
The strong winds and heavy snow appeared suddenly without any warning. Even though the group was not very knowledgeable, they could tell that the young man was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Me?"
The boy smiled, looking at the group, his dark eyes calm and unwavering.
"Su Chen".
Everyone was stunned.
It's not because the name is unfamiliar, but because it's so well-known.
Isn't that the name of the Heavenly Saint?
"How dare you! You actually share the same name as the Heavenly Saint Child, you're courting death!!"
The frivolous young man, emboldened by who-knows-where, jumped out, pointed at Su Chen's nose, and began shouting and cursing.
"Apologize to me right now, kneel down and apologize, and this matter will be over. Otherwise, when I return and report to the Purple-Robed Deacon, you will not escape death!"
Damn it, I was almost scared by this little punk. How dare a country bumpkin like him call himself Su Chen?
The others exchanged glances. They sensed something was amiss, but since their young master had already stepped forward, it wouldn't be right for them, his followers, not to follow suit. So they quickly followed suit.
But the boy only slightly raised his eyes, and an overwhelming sense of oppression rushed over him, making it impossible for him to put his foot down.
At this moment, including the frivolous young man, everyone was unable to move and could only watch in fear as the boy slowly and methodically savored the rabbit meat.
After the boy finished eating, he wiped his hands and mouth, and this time turned his gaze to them, looking at them with great interest.
"Are the rules of the Spirit Hall really that terrifying? They don't even allow you to use your own name?"
(End of this chapter)