Chapter 77: Beauty’s Bath
–Sea Concubine Palace, Day of the Saintess Selection
The four challengers would face off in duels, the final victor earning the right to challenge the Sorrowful Saintess.
At the center of the Sea Dou Hall, two graceful figures stood facing each other, the difference in their popularity stark.
Not only did Bai He have a considerable following within the Sea Concubine Palace, but even many Spirit Masters from other factions couldn’t tear their eyes away from her.
Bai Ningying… she was simply too… massive!!
For the Sea Concubine Palace higher-ups, Gong Lianyue was the undisputed, perfect choice for Saintess.
However, ordinary members rarely saw the Sorrowful Saintess in person, only hearing rumors.
Therefore, in their eyes, the gentle and renowned Saintess Candidate Bai He was more representative, and more… impressive.
Of course, no one dared to call Bai He “Saintess” in public. Doing so could result in severe punishment.
On the other side stood the gloomy, green-robed figure of Jiu Qingyu, Saintess Candidate Qing Yu. Something about her seemed… off.
Qing Yu had a rather unsettling aura, though her appearance was passable. A strange confidence emanated from her sullen face as she and her Wind God Eagle stared at Bai He.
However, no matter whether she won or lost against Bai He, no one really cared.
Below Saint-rank, everything was meaningless.
“Let the match begin!”
As one of the Six Concubines announced, a water-colored curtain descended from above, enveloping the two figures in the center of the arena.
Whoosh~~~ The next second, ripples spread outwards like waves in the deep sea, forming a transparent barrier.
This was likely the battle technique of some support-type spirit beast, though its species and rank were unknown.
As the barrier solidified, the first round of the Saintess selection officially began.
“Scree!!!”
The moment the match started, the Wind God Eagle perched on Qing Yu’s shoulder let out a sharp cry and soared into the sky.
A green whirlwind erupted, scattering in all directions, the eagle transforming into a streak of light as it shot towards the white-haired woman.
The Wind God Eagle was a hybrid of elemental and biological types, its size smaller than most high-rank spirit beasts, but its movements were lightning fast, difficult to track. It was no weaker than Saintess Candidate Hong Tao’s Hellfire Dragon.
Facing the incoming gale, Bai He didn’t even raise her arm, calmly watching as the Wind God Eagle approached.
Weapon-type spirit beasts had automatic protective fields. She was completely at ease.
However, at the very last moment—
Instantly—
“Ptoo!!”
A glob of foul-smelling phlegm, about a decimeter wide, erupted from the Wind God Eagle’s mouth, splattering onto the barrier before Bai He.
Although blocked by the protective field, the viscous white goo still slid down, coating the transparent barrier.
A gust of wind carried the stench towards her, making her stomach churn.
“…”
“…”
Bai Ningying’s beautiful face froze, then darkened, as she looked at the Wind God Eagle’s mocking expression, then at the smug, gray-robed girl in the distance.
She had gathered a lot of information on Qing Yu, but she hadn’t anticipated this woman’s true nature.
Like a pristine white lotus defiled, a foul stench now clung to her.
Silence filled the arena.
“I see. So weapon-type spirit beasts have such a glaring weakness. I’ve learned something new!!”
Imprisoned in the icy depths of the Cold Shark Prison, He Daoqi’s face paled slightly.
Weapon-type spirit beasts’ automatic defenses were indeed flawless, but they were apparently unprepared for attacks like phlegm and urine, which were devastating against beautiful girls. It was a good thing she had watched the Sea Concubine Palace’s Saintess selection…
Swish!
A flash of light, the air itself tearing apart.
The spinning, ice-blue sun wheel, rotating at an incredible speed, returned to the white-haired woman’s hand in the blink of an eye.
The moment Bai He’s spirit beast appeared, the battle was over.
The Wind God Eagle in the sky exploded, cleaved in two by the ice-blue sun wheel, dying a pathetic, instant death.
The [Cold Sun Mirror], capable of facing even the Swallow God, naturally wouldn’t consider the Wind God Eagle a threat. However, that glob of phlegm had truly disgusted her. Even after defeating her opponent, Bai He couldn’t help but retch.
As the Wind God Eagle was reduced to a bloody mess, the smug look on Qing Yu’s face vanished.
She stumbled and fell face-first onto the ground, her soul core shattering as she lost consciousness.
“…”
“…”
The spectators exchanged glances. Why was the Sea Concubine Palace’s Saintess selection so bizarre?
It was like playing funeral music at a wedding. Both the atmosphere and the events were… unusual.
Meanwhile, in the private box above the Sea Dou Hall, Shui Qinghou struggled to contain her laughter, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Gong Lianyue, however, felt a strange unease. Her teardrop eyes narrowed as she observed Qing Yu’s graceful fall.
She had thought Qing Yu was just a jealous, backstabbing bitch, but now it seemed she had been mistaken. This woman must have a secret.
From the moment she stepped into the arena, Qing Yu hadn’t intended to win. She had simply wanted to put on a show…
So that was the kind of person she was. Gong Lianyue’s perception of her shifted.
It was a shame that phlegm couldn’t penetrate the Cold Sun Mirror’s defenses. If it had landed on Bai He… a beautiful woman bathing in… phlegm. That would have been quite a sight~~~
The first round ended strangely and abruptly. Next was the battle between Lei Ji and Hong Tao.
The audience showed no interest in this fight between two unknowns.
Bai Ningying at least had beauty, popularity, and a… captivating figure. Her match served as a good warm-up for the Saintess’s appearance.
These two women should just hurry up and finish their fight. Get on with it!!!
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