Translated by: La0o9
Edited by: VindiFan#1
About half a day later.
The members of Bai Hua Sect were sitting at the lunch table as always.
âShifu, Shifu, third brother finally isnât training anymoreâ Xiuxiu says as she ran in, breathing heavily and excitedly.
For the last few days, whenever she didnât have anything to do, sheâd go to Orchid Hall to watch Gu Qing Shan train while encouraging him from the side.
âNot training? Then whatâs he doing?â White goose asked.
âHeâs taking a bathâ
Xiuxiu slightly squints her nose, frowning as she said: âThese last few days heâs been soaked in sweat and smelled really bad, I kept telling him to go clean himself up, but he only says a lot of weird things and doesnât listen, today he actually went on his ownâ
White goose thought a bit, then smiled: âLooks like heâs improved enoughâ
Gu Qing Shan sat in a bath of warm water, looked at the description on his War God UI and clearly felt his hard work paying off.
âShifting Flurry (Intermediate): Growth Skill, fires off 10 arrows in succession, each flying in unpredictable trajectory to attack enemiesâ
âGround Shrink (Intermediate): Divine Skill, by selecting a point within range, or locking-on to the enemyâs presence; break through the restraint of space with a specific speed technique and instantly appear at the appointed areaâ
âCurrent range: 30mâ
30 meters is enough for it to be used in a real battle situation.
Right at that moment, a flame flew in.
Gu Qing Shan took the flame talisman in hand, after infusing it with spirit energy hears Xiuxiuâs voice.
âSenior brother, senior brother, Shifu said she wants to pick out a Foundation Establishment scripture for youâ
Gu Qing Shan smiled, putting the talisman away.
Opening his War God UI, he looked again at the amount of sand on his hourglass.
Thereâs only 7 grains of sand left in the hourglass.
Heâll soon be able to return to Reality.
Gu Qing Shan just stared at the hourglass, silently watching each grain of sand, just like they were in low-speed, falling down ever so slowly.
Then time comes.
The light flashed, and he disappeared from the cultivation world.
Saint Orlank Holy Empire.
The Royal Palace.
âThereâs still no information?â
âWhy is there still no information? Do all of you know only to sit around and do nothing!? USELESS! IâLL HAVE YOUR HEADS!!â
The Emperor, an old man whose hair has already turned grey sat on the throne, his face chilling cold.
All the officers below was trembling, bowing their heads to the ground: âThe princess said that she would immediately return, but the people we have stationed at the border still say they havenât gotten sight of the princessâ Floating Fireâ
âHmph, useless, all of you, Iâll give the order right now, killââ
Suddenly, the old man noticed that the woman whose whole body was emitting holy light was gesturing to him.
The old man understood.
He waved his hand in annoyance, almost screaming in anger: âGet out of here, all of you! Donât let me see you incompetents anymore!â
All the officers felt cold sweat, quickly retreated outside.
If was only when they left that the old man finally calmed his breathing, his expression relaxed.
âVenerable Pope, the matter that this King had asked of the Church, how goes the progress?â The old manâs tone became soft.
âItâs being dealt with, your majesty, you need not concern yourself as it will very quickly be finishedâ
The woman replied, she was wearing pure white church attire, her body itself was emitting a dim but radiant holy light.
She seems to be about 50 years old, a graceful figure, a bright halo hanging above her head. At a glance, youâd think that the Saint Mother herself has descended from heaven.
Such grace, such solemnity, if she were to appear outside the palace, there would be no shortage of mortals willingly kneel down before her.
But unfortunately, she had a thin veil of silk on her face, ensuring that none will see her true face.
âYouâre all dismissed, the Pope and I have matters to discussâ The old man ordered.
Then everyone was dismissed.
The entire great hall was filled with silence.
âComeâ The old man on the throne said.
The Pope didnât reply.
âCome, I beg youâ
The old manâs tone began to change to begging.
The Pope deeply sighed, as she slightly raised her church attireâs hem, slowly walking up towards the throne.
Her feet werenât quite right, so her steps were slow, but the old man appeared clearly happier.
As the Pope arrived at the throne, she stood right beside the old man.
She rubbed the old manâs head, whisper: âItâs fine, even though some people donât know regret even when they die, but theyâll meet their ends todayâ
The old man was already half-crying: âYou know thatâs not what I wantâ
The Pope stops a bit, then her voice became softer: âItâll be soon, hold on for a bit more, itâll be very soonâ
âI canât hold on; I donât want to! I want ââââ
Suddenly the old manâs voice stopped.
His head slowly dropped, his body sitting on the throne seems like it just lost its soul.
A hand stuck out from the old manâs chest.
A pair of hand thatâs full of sharp claws, stuck out from inside the old manâs body, reaching out.
As the pair of hand used a bit of strength, and the old manâs chest opened.
There werenât any organs in the old manâs body, only a little man hiding inside.
A midget whose body wrinkled all over, barely any hair on his head, and a face thatâs all pruned up.
But his voice was a high-pitched screeching voice.
The midget was crying: âMother, I donât want to be in here anymore, itâs so lonely hereâ
âBe good, preciousâ the Pope hugged him, whispering: âJust give Mother 2 more days, then I can firmly hold this country in my hand, and you wonât have to keep up this act anymoreâ
The midget held the Pope tight, shouting in frenzy: âWhy donât you understand what Iâm saying, I want Anna, I want Anna, I want her to be my bride!â
âAnna will be yours, no one can take her away, my dear childâ the Pope softly spoke.
Suddenly she lifted her veil, revealing a pair of empty, black eye sockets.
She lightly held her childâs face, saying: âBe a good boy and listen to Mother, then youâll get Annaâ
âThis is the Empireâs thorned rose, if you wonât try your best, how could you possibly get her in your hands?â
The midget sobbed, asking: âIs that true?â
âItâs trueâ the Pope held the midget, telling him: âYou only need to try and hold on for another 2 days, then Iâll bring Anna back to marry youâ
âOk, then Iâll try, Iâll definitely, I want Annaâ the midget said, then crawled back inside the old manâs body, closing his chest from the inside.
The old manâs head suddenly got back up, speaking in an old voice, but with a frenzied tone: âI want Anna, I want her, sheâs my brideâ
Suddenly, the sound of something falling could be heard outside the hall.
âWho is it!â The old man shouted.
As soon as he shouted, the Pope has already stood at the bottom of the stairs again, the veil was already back on her face.
Looking at her graceful, noble visage, people would think she never left there at all.
Outside the hall was a frightened voice.
âYour majesty, princess Anna sent a message, saying that she wants to contact you directlyâ
âAnna!â
The old man happily yelled, his hands placed on the throne, wanting to stand up.
But when looking down at the Pope, even through the veil, he could tell the Pope was not happy.
The old man shrunk back down, clearing his throat: âThen connect her immediatelyâ
Very quickly, the secret communication device was set up and connected.
The screen lit up.
The communication device got through several layers of security, transmitting images far away from the Confederate all the way here.
Both the old man and the Pope stared at the screen, their faces changed.
âWho are you?â
The old manâs voice contained anger, killing intent, as well as envy.
On the screen, Anna and Feng Huo De was standing a bit away, as a crowd of frenzied people were rushing towards them, trying to but couldnât reach where they are.
While a young man much more handsome than himself was facing the screen directly.
âMy greetings, your Majesty the Emperor of the Holy Empire. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gu Qing Shanâ