Chapter 2 — Saintess of Soul Origin: Unique in the Six Realms

5 When I first arrived at Hop Hoan Tong, it was already late afternoon, right at Monkey time. The clouds are shrouded in mist, the mountains are drifting in mist, flowers are falling like rain, and the scenery is as beautiful as a painting. Next to the small stream, Hop Hoan Tong disciples gathered around, both men and women with beautiful faces, charming charisma, and heavenly charm. Seeing me appear, they all stood up, smiled gracefully and bowed softly, the fragrance drifted in the wind, so strong that it almost made me sneeze. “Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden has finally arrived.” Her voice was as graceful as jade colliding, her laughter was as rippling as water. I immediately took a half step back, widened the distance, tried to maintain a cold and indifferent expression, and asked softly: "When... will the succession start?" “Hahaha…” A low but gentle laugh came from the highest stone throne. I raised my head to look - A figure wearing a brilliant blood robe, sitting on the stairs like a king presiding over the world. His eyes were red, his face was like a painting, as if heaven and earth had lost their color before him. Sect Master Hop Huan. He slowly stood up, his smile as deep as a frosty lake: "The successor of the Holy Maiden of this sect, the ceremony is very simple." I frowned slightly, silently concluding: good, the faster the better. Sure enough, he smiled brightly, his voice was low but it seemed to carry an irresistible charm: "Just from all my disciples... choose one person, with the Saintess... dual cultivation. Male or female... both are possible." Me: “…” …It's so simple! Truly not a waste of time at all. Other sects should learn from Hop Hoan Tong! Before I could nod, he slowly added another sentence, his smile unchanged: "Let them step out one by one, let Her Highness the Saintess... choose according to her eyesight." I immediately washed my hands of it and refused all meaningless and cumbersome procedures. Just glanced around all the disciples, then decisively raised his hand and pointed: "Him." The entire square was suddenly silent. That person is the Hop Hoan Sect Master. Which disciple can be equal to the sect master? Someone who is both beautiful, strong, and convenient... what else do you have to think about? Sect Master Hop Hoan was slightly stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed slightly, his smile deepened a bit, as if a layer of vague and incomprehensible waves had just arisen in the depths of his eyes. "If you have chosen this seat..." His low voice seemed to touch the human heart, his gaze was as hot as fire hidden under ice and frost: "Holy Maiden... do you want to follow this seat right now... and practice together?" I calmly, without thinking, coldly refused: "Not now. I'm still in a hurry." 6 Before sunset, I finally flew to Linh Kiem Tong. On Quan Kiem Mountain, hundreds of white-clad sword cultivators who were quietly practicing and practicing all opened their eyes at the same time. The sword intent here seemed to turn into substance, the coldness seeping into the skin. A handsome young man stepped up, the eldest brother of the Linh Kiem Sect, with a handsome appearance, an extraordinary temperament, but unfortunately... stammered: "Th... Her Highness the Holy Maiden... the master... the master... the master... is... in seclusion... because... because... I... am... in charge... of maintaining... the ritual..." I: "..." I really wanted to shut his mouth. Saying one sentence takes three times as much as my time! "Master... presides... maintains... Saint... Saintess... ritual... ritual..." I closed my eyes, couldn't bear it anymore, and coldly interrupted: "Shut your mouth."{Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} The senior brother immediately stiffened, his eyes slightly wet as if he was hurt from the bottom of his heart. I didn't bother to pay attention and grabbed a monk Brother next to him: "You said." The other junior immediately reported respectfully: "Informing the Holy Maiden, the master is in retreat, the succession ceremony is presided over by the disciples. The Holy Maiden only needs to go to the Linh Kiem Platform, drop a drop of blood to acknowledge her master." "Okay." I didn't say another word, walked straight onto Linh Kiem Dai, and dripped blood. Without waiting for any reaction, I rode my sword and rushed straight towards Thien Ma Tong, just to be on time. Down in the square, Linh Kiem Sect disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. One person swallowed and whispered: "The Holy Maiden... is gone?" The senior brother bowed his head, held his head and squatted down, falling into a state of self-sealing his heart: "She... she must... definitely... be bored... disgusted with... me... even... the... results... of Linh Kiem Dai's... experiment... also... don't... care... to know..." Right at that moment — "Oooooong——!" Linh Kiem Dai shook! The sword light rose into a column of light reaching the sky, accompanied by the sound of the sword roaring, shaking heaven and earth. In the sword light, an ancient sword covered with galaxy patterns appeared, its body glittering with flashing silver stars, the sword intent merged with heaven and earth! The Linh Kiem Sect disciples all stood up, their faces extremely shocked: "Starlight Divine Sword... accepts its master!" 7 At the same time, overseas in Thien Ma, all Thien Ma Sect disciples are going through a... doubt in life. Since early morning, hundreds of disciples have lined up in front of the Demon Palace to welcome the Holy Maiden. From dawn until sunset... In front of the door of the Ma Palace... not a single person was seen. The atmosphere in the square gradually became strange. Finally, there was a disciple who couldn't help but whisper and asked: "Could it be that... the Holy Maiden regrets and doesn't want to join this sect anymore?" As soon as these words were spoken, the Thien Ma Sect Master's face immediately turned gloomy, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. Could it be that... the conditions given by this sect were too few so she changed her mind? Right at this moment, a black-clothed teenager stood on the stage in front of the hall, his whole body exuding an arrogant aura, his demeanor was haughty, the corners of his lips curled up into an arrogant smile, and coldly snorted: "Hmph! From the young master's point of view... Surely she knew that the succession ceremony required a fight with the young master, so she was so scared that she didn't dare to come!" He crossed his arms, his tone was full of confidence, his eyes flashed with a hint of arrogance: "Hahaha! That's right, this young master is the number one genius in the Thien Ma Sect in a hundred years, standing at the top of his generation, never having met an opponent—" "BAM——!" A loud noise interrupted. All Thien Ma Sect disciples simultaneously turned their heads to look towards the ring. I just saw... the young master lying on the ground, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, slowly getting up with an expression of not understanding what had happened. I brushed the ash off my sleeve, calmly stood next to it, and glanced around. …Luckily we were still on time. Just now, I was riding too fast, missed a step, and almost fell to the ground myself. Fortunately... this unlucky young master just happened to be in the right place, helping me cushion the blow. I calmly asked: "What is the succession ceremony...?" A disciple next to him, with a strange expression, the corner of his mouth twitched, replied: "The Holy Maiden... just needs to defeat the young master of this sect." Me: “…” Another… contest again? But thinking that this is the last sect, no longer having to rush everywhere, I smiled and calmly nodded: "Okay. So... where is your young master?" All of you Thien Ma Tong's disciples raised their hands and pointed at my feet. I slightly lowered my head to look - I only saw the unlucky young master just now lying unconscious at my feet. Me: “…” Slightly raising my eyebrows, I asked in a low voice: “Do you still need to compete?” The Thien Ma Sect Master's lips trembled slightly and he shook his head like a drum. Then, he tilted his head and finally asked the question the whole sect was wondering: "Why is Her Highness the Holy Maiden... just coming now?" Me: “…” You still have the face to ask?! Who told you to choose to go overseas to establish a sect?! Do you know how long a flight is?! Do you know how many confusing formations I broke and how many demonic beasts I encountered blocking my way?! But to maintain my cool image, I calmly replied: "I got lost." The Heavenly Demon Sect Master frowned, confused: "Holy Maiden... why didn't she use the Talisman of Transmission?" Me: “…” Use? I want to use it too! But... a high-grade Talisman of Transmission is worth a whole bunch of spirit stones. I haven't received any money from the Five Tongs' allowances yet, so how can I buy it? Of course, the absolute truth cannot be told. I can only show my profound, half-hidden, half-revealed expression, and say softly: "Because... I like to fly by myself."