Chapter 57: Reincarnation Saintess Sheng Caier
The full moon is in the sky.
Inside an assassin's branch hall that towers into the sky.
There is not a single window in this hall, and the only light comes from some jade stones that emit a dark purple glow.
Under the faint dark purple light, a huge female statue carved from some kind of stone can be vaguely seen.
Although it is made of stone, as long as you get closer, you can feel the solemn and murderous aura coming from the statue.
It's chilling.
At the feet of the statue is a hexagram made up of dark gold textures. If you look closely, you can find some special magic arrays vaguely carved on the surrounding walls.
The power of the magic circle has become very dim due to long-term wear and tear.
You can still feel the lingering darkness and murderous atmosphere.
It was in such an extreme environment that a pillar of purple light shot up into the sky right in front of the statue. The murderous aura contained in it was even stronger than that of the statue.
All the magic arrays around became weaker than before as this beam of light shot up into the sky.
At the same level as the statue's head, that is, in the very center of the light column, a pitch-black dagger was suspended, and below the dagger.
A young girl was floating in the air, being baptized by a purple beam of light.
The girl had long purple hair that fell on her shoulders like clouds. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her delicate facial features were perfect as if they were a gift, and her body curves were flawless. The only thing that made people feel a little regretful was that her current state was like the statue in front of them, lacking a bit of life.
If Lin Feng were here, he would definitely recognize the man and sword in front of him at a glance.
This was the person he had been missing for two years.
Cai'er and the Sword of Samsara.
At this moment, there was no trace of childishness on Cai'er's face, as expected of a fourteen-year-old girl.
Instead, he looked like a killer hiding in the darkness, with a cold and contemptuous look.
……
At this moment, while Cai'er was still practicing, the door that was originally closed was pushed open.
And following the white moonlight, a figure dressed in black, wearing a black cloak and a mask, walked in with the wind.
Ying Suifeng simply stepped over the threshold and then stopped.
"Cai'er, the Demon Hunting Team selection has begun, and it's time for us to set off."
"That kid is probably in the Holy City now."
Cai'er's eyes, which were originally tightly closed, suddenly opened after hearing the second half of the sentence. Unlike ordinary people, Cai'er's pupils seemed to be covered by fog, giving people a misty feeling.
"Hmm." A light hum came out of Cai'er's mouth, but Ying Suifeng could feel the excitement in her tone.
Ying Suifeng couldn't help but shook his head. In the past two years, Cai'er would only pay attention to him when he talked about Lin Feng.
He sighed inwardly, after all, he had been with Cai'er for so many years.
Why isn't that brat's name any better...
No, not even a name...
At this moment, after Cai'er responded, the pitch-black sword of reincarnation that was originally floating above Cai'er's head suddenly emitted a deep and dim light and went straight into Cai'er's brows.
disappeared without a trace.
Cai'er's body gradually fell to the ground in the hall.
The sound of the heels hitting the ground was very crisp, and the hall was already very quiet.
The crisp sound spread out instantly, accompanied by a ripple of spiritual power, which blew away the mist that was originally condensed by the cold air and deposited on the ground.
At this moment, hundreds of assassins from the Assassin's Temple outside the hall knelt down on one knee in an orderly manner.
When he sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power filled with murderous aura.
All in unison. "Reincarnation has arrived, welcome the Saint!"
Inside the palace.
Ying Suifeng watched Cai'er staring at the statue in front of her for a long time without moving.
I thought Cai'er was unwilling to leave the Assassin's Temple.
He said in a calm voice: "If you can't bear to leave, you can always come back and visit later."
Cai'er turned around and walked outside with firm steps.
There was a chill in his tone as he said, “No, I hate this place.”
At the moment Cai'er finished speaking, the Sword of Samsara that had disappeared suddenly appeared in her hand.
Cai'er just turned her wrist slightly, and several air blades filled with the breath of death slashed towards the statue behind her. The next moment, the originally solid statue began to collapse under Cai'er's casual blow.
At this time, the people who were originally waiting at the entrance of the hall to greet Cai'er had shock in their eyes.
"A fourteen-year-old fifth-level Saint, is this the Saint of Samsara?" At this time, an assassin in the front row asked a handsome man next to him, "If I remember correctly, the Saint is about the same age as you, Xue Yun."
Xue Yun clenched his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness. In just a few years, the gap between him and Cai'er not only did not narrow, but it became wider and wider.
At this time, the young assassin on the side saw that Xue Yun had been ignoring him.
Turning his head, he saw Xue Yun with an ugly expression. He shook his head and said, "You still haven't given up. Your talent is not low. You can have the talent of a saint. I guess only Lin Feng, who has disappeared for two years, can match you."
In this assassin's temple, Lin Feng has met those who are of the same age as Lin Feng and have better talents, and they have been taught a lesson by Lin Feng many times.
During the days when Lin Feng was still in the Assassin's Branch, Lin Feng was recognized as the most talented person.
One of the two people recognized by Ying Suifeng.
Naturally, he is quite famous.
Hearing this, Xue Yun said with a very grim expression: "He left two years ago and has never come back. How can he be worthy of Cai Er? Maybe he has already..."
Xue Yun was just about to say that Lin Feng might have died outside, but just as he was about to open his mouth.
I felt a cold breeze blowing.
When he subconsciously turned his head to look, a dark dagger emitting a faint purple light was already against his forehead.
Cai'er's cold voice sounded.
"you……"
"Do you want to die?"
As Cai'er said this, Xue Yun broke out in a cold sweat.
He had a hunch that if he had said one more word, he might have been beheaded.
Xue Yun gritted his teeth and said with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Cai'er, I..."
Just when Cai'er was about to take action, Ying Suifeng suddenly appeared in front of Xue Yun and knocked him over with a slap.
Ying Suifeng looked at him coldly and said, "Xue Yun, if it weren't for your grandfather's outstanding contributions to the Holy Temple, if you were still so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."
Looking at Xue Yun with a grim expression and clenched fists, Ying Suifeng couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"Why is this guy so stubborn? Cai'er doesn't even remember him. Is this the legendary unrequited love?"
Cai'er glanced at Ying Suifeng. If he hadn't taken action, Xue Yun would have been a corpse.
He put away the Sword of Samsara in his hand without even looking at Xue Yun who was standing beside him.
He turned and walked away, saying lightly.
"I'm going to the Holy City now."
……
(End of this chapter)