Chapter 131: The Legendary Being’s Slumbering Grounds
–Storm Realm, Gray Shadow Mountain
Atop the misty peak, a massive skeletal bird of prey folded its wings and landed, its sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
The Withered Luan Eagle, the high-rank spirit beast sent by the Gray Citadel. Even Gong Lianyue was slightly intimidated by its appearance.
Over a kilometer long, with such a terrifying aura… even the Frost Snow Woman might not be a match for it…
A Samsara Stage spirit beast wasn’t something she could handle at her current level. The difference in power was too vast.
Even the Iron Jade Ice Scorpion, a high-rank spirit beast, was less than a hundred meters long. This Withered Luan Eagle, however, was like a small mountain, its breath alone strong enough to blow a person away.
“So this is Shui Qingyue…?”
“She really is at the Illumination Stage! Could she be using some kind of technique we can’t detect?”
“And she defeated the Bone Saintess?!”
As Gong Lianyue observed the eagle, the Saintesses from the Ten Citadels on its back were also observing her.
Silver hair was common in the Wind Realm. Although her face was beautiful, her figure was… lacking. She had no unusual markings or features, appearing quite ordinary.
And yet, this ordinary girl had defeated the Bone Saintess!
As they speculated, the silver-haired girl climbed onto the Withered Luan Eagle’s back, joining them.
Gong Lianyue calmly surveyed the group, her expression unchanged, but her dull eyes radiated a clear disdain.
She didn’t speak, didn’t even greet them, clearly looking down on them.
Just then, a flicker of surprise appeared in the girl’s dull eyes as she stared at the green-haired maid.
So that was it! The others exchanged knowing glances. This Shui Qingyue was a pervert!
She stared at the green-haired maid for a long time, until the short-haired girl beside her, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess, glared at her with undisguised hostility. Only then did she look away, pretending to be nonchalant.
Luo Kuxin, the Wrathful Saintess…
Gong Lianyue’s heart pounded as she sat down.
Although her appearance was masked by the little fox’s pollen, the teardrops in her eyes spun rapidly, as if taking measurements.
This green-haired maid was definitely Luo Kuxin, though her appearance was drastically different.
Compared to when they had met in the Wind Valley, her beauty had increased by a factor of 7.451, her figure by 2.39, and her… lewdness by 3.522. She could practically be sworn sisters with Bai He.
Wait, recalling the Wrathful Saintess’s message, the one accompanying the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess should be clone number 217.
“Why do you look different from your original body?”
Curious, Gong Lianyue sent a message via Tidal Wave.
A few seconds later, she received a faint reply from the green-haired maid.
“The clone you saw fighting the Swallow God was just a Nameless. The one in the Wind Valley was number 225. You’ve never seen my original body.”
“Also, not to brag, but this number 217, although not the strongest, is definitely among the top in terms of both looks and figure!!”
“By the way, ‘Nameless’ refers to the glowing figures after number 999, without physical bodies.”
So that was it…
Gong Lianyue finally understood.
No wonder this version of the Wrathful Saintess seemed so… alluring. Each of her clones had a different personality, figure, and appearance.
And she had over a thousand clones, each with its own independent consciousness.
A chilling thought crossed Gong Lianyue’s mind. Did this mean the Wrathful Saintess had only revealed a fraction of her true power…?
The Withered Luan Eagle, its skeletal wings flapping, soared through the clouds. No one on its back spoke.
Although from the same Ten Citadels, they were still competitors.
Unless facing an external enemy, there was no common ground between them.
After several hours of tense silence, they finally reached their destination.
A dark, ominous-looking mountain range, shrouded in black clouds, appeared below.
The Hibernating Sun’s slumbering grounds—the Yin Tomb!!!
A deathly silence hung over the Yin Tomb, the constant howling wind of the Storm Realm nowhere to be found.
Deep chasms, like scars from ancient battles, crisscrossed the landscape.
Broken weapons and shattered blades littered the mountainside, resembling a forgotten battlefield, not the resting place of a legendary being.
At the four cardinal directions of this battlefield stood four massive, dark thrones, sealing off the entrance.
Bang!
Carrying the small figures on its back, the Withered Luan Eagle landed abruptly in the center of the battlefield, creating a powerful gust of wind.
It glanced nervously at the shadowy figure on the northern throne, then shook its body, urging the women to get off.
As the Saintesses from the Ten Citadels jumped down, their expressions tense, the Withered Luan Eagle quickly flew away.
Landing on the ground, Gong Lianyue calmly surveyed her surroundings, sensing numerous hostile gazes, as if asking, “What are you looking at?”
Unfazed, she lowered her gaze and followed the other Saintesses, reaching the area designated for the Ten Citadels.
The factions that had arrived earlier had already claimed their respective territories. The nine major powers of the Storm Realm occupied the highest points, while the subsidiary forces remained below.
The Shadowcandle Temple, the Wind Demon Palace, the Firefly Palace, the Earth’s End Palace, the Gray Citadel…
“Tsk!”
Gong Lianyue glanced towards the Gray Citadel, abandoning the idea of returning the Swallow God early.
The distance between the subsidiary Saintesses and the Gray Citadel was vast, practically spanning the entire mountain range. She wondered if the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians had deliberately arranged it this way.
If she moved around or drew attention to herself, she would surely arouse suspicion, perhaps even exposing her identity.
Just then, the Saintesses beside her suddenly began to chatter excitedly.
“Holy shit, that’s the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace! My idol!!!”
“And the Nether Diagram Saintess of the Wind Demon Palace is here too.”
“Wait, where’s our invincible Swallow God from the Gray Citadel? Haven’t they finished negotiating with the Sea Region yet!?”
Looking towards the Gray Citadel’s area, unable to find the Swallow God, the Saintesses from the Gray Citadel’s subsidiary forces began to panic.
He Daoqi, the Swallow God, hadn’t been ransomed yet. If they encountered another faction, without their strongest fighter, they would be slaughtered…
Chapter 132: Romancing a Legendary Being
–Storm Realm, Yin Tomb
The mountains surrounding the Yin Tomb were divided into three levels. The highest level housed the nine major powers, the middle level held the subsidiary forces, and at the bottom, like stars orbiting the moon, was the most prominent area, the heart of the battlefield.
Hidden in the shadows of the middle level, Gong Lianyue waited patiently.
A hundred years had passed since the Wind Realm Overlord last awakened. The new generation of Spirit Masters knew nothing about the specific procedures. Even inquiries had yielded no information. They were completely in the dark.
Regardless, this was her only chance to safely infiltrate the Gray Citadel. She had to try…
She wasn’t planning anything dramatic, only hoping to survive the Overlord’s birthday celebration.
“The strongest in the Wind Realm this time is probably the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace, followed by the Swallow God of the Gray Citadel and the Wicked Garden Saintess of the Blacklight Tower.”
“The Nether Diagram Saintess of the Wind Demon Palace is also quite strong, though she doesn’t have a Saint-rank spirit beast.”
“The Shadowcandle Temple and the Gray Citadel are sworn enemies. Although they’re close to the Windchaser Emperor, their current Saintess is… lacking. I heard she was once beaten so badly by He Daoqi that she called her ‘Grandma,’ almost losing her Saintess title!”
“Sigh, if only the Swallow God were here. At least we would have some reassurance.”
Hearing their enthusiastic chatter, Gong Lianyue’s eyes darted around.
That Swallow God… unexpectedly popular.
The other Saintesses had titles, but only He Daoqi was known by her spirit beast’s name. How strange.
Ding-dong!
Suddenly, a bell rang.
All other sounds in the mountain range vanished, a silent wave washing over everything, leaving an eerie stillness.
Only the strange, ethereal bell sound lingered, a soft, gentle chime that seemed to pull one into the abyss, their thoughts drifting.
Ding-dong!
Another chime, snapping them back to reality, their gazes drawn to the center of the battlefield.
A beautiful woman in a dark, shroud-like robe stood there, radiating a terrifying, oppressive aura.
Her skin was as pale as snow, her nails painted black, her long black hair cascading down in waves. She was so beautiful, she seemed almost inhuman.
In fact, she wasn’t human.
The Nether Bell Maiden, one of the Wind Realm’s Four Guardians, a Saint-rank spirit beast!
Realizing this, Gong Lianyue’s clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, her dull eyes constricting.
She had been lost in thought when the bell rang.
Terrifying. This Nether Bell Maiden could actually disrupt a Spirit Master’s consciousness…
It was said that when the Nether Bell Maiden’s bell chimed, your soul was dragged into the abyss, never to return.
If she hadn’t deliberately withdrawn her aura, half the Spirit Masters present would have collapsed.
Gong Lianyue noticed the horrified expressions on the others’ faces. She wasn’t the only one who felt this way.
In the center of the valley, the Nether Bell Maiden looked down at the ground, lost in thought, her voice echoing directly in everyone’s minds.
[The Hibernating Sun’s birthday celebration has officially begun.]
[Regardless of age, status, or cultivation level, all Spirit Masters present may freely choose their opponents for duels. There are no rewards for victory or defeat.]
[Time limit: three days.]
[After three days, the Hibernating Sun will awaken and choose a Spirit Master as its attendant for a ten-year term.]
“…”
“…”
“Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!”
After half a minute of silence, the valley erupted in excited screams and cheers.
The sound echoed like a tidal wave, as if they had stumbled into a monkey enclosure at the zoo.
Looking at the shrieking, hysterical Saintesses, Gong Lianyue was bewildered. What was going on?
The green-haired maid poked her and whispered, “This means the Spirit Master chosen by the Hibernating Sun can be its companion for ten years!”
“A hundred years of slumber, ten years of activity. That’s where the name ‘Hibernating Sun’ comes from.”
“The previous attendant was the current Sword Emperor of the Firefly Palace, the Sea Region’s greatest enemy!!”
“But I heard the Hibernating Sun is a wild spirit beast,” Gong Lianyue said, her voice filled with shock and confusion.
“Yes, it’s not a formal contract, just a verbal agreement!”
Gong Lianyue finally understood the reason for the Saintesses’ sudden excitement. This was like a chance to date a celebrity.
Sleeping together, bathing together, eating together, traveling the world together, and then falling in love. A dream come true.
“Do we have a chance of being chosen?” Even Gong Lianyue felt a flicker of excitement.
“Of course not! Can you imagine dating someone with body odor?”
“We don’t have any wind-attribute spirit energy. We would disgust the Overlord~~~”
“…”
“…”
Meanwhile, in the distance, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess watched as the green-haired maid and Shui Qingyue whispered to each other, her face twisting in a jealous rage.
She suppressed her anger and turned towards the center of the battlefield.
This was the Overlord’s birthday celebration. She couldn’t cause a scene. She would find an opportunity to kill Shui Qingyue later, on their way back.
Now, she had more important things to do!
[The celebration has officially begun. Please choose your opponents.]
“I challenge the Phoenix Immortal Saintess of the Firefly Palace!!!!”
The moment the Nether Bell Maiden finished speaking, the Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess shouted, leaping down from the mountain.
Seeing this, many regretted not acting faster, pounding their chests in frustration.
It seemed this Gray Shadow Mountain Saintess understood the essence of reality TV competitions. Strength and beauty weren’t everything. Leaving a strong first impression on the judges and the audience was crucial.
And here, the Overlord was the judge.
Although she was no match for the Phoenix Immortal Saintess, what if her courage and determination impressed the Overlord…?
“Free-for-all duels? That’s good for us~~~”
Understanding the rules, Gong Lianyue breathed a sigh of relief.
She could easily blend in and survive this. She might even be able to sneak into the Gray Citadel’s group, exchange the Swallow God, and then return safely to the Sea Region. Perfect!
However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that a woman from the Shadowcandle Temple kept glancing at her, a strange look in her eyes.
Could it be that Saintess who had been beaten by the Swallow God and forced to call her “Grandma”?
What, with the Swallow God gone, she wanted to take it out on the Ten Citadels?
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