Chapter 29

Chapter 29: The Reincarnated Saintess (Part 1)
Yang Wenzhao’s breathing grew labored as his right lung was pierced, his voice turning hoarse. Never before had he felt death looming so close.
She came for him—Long Haochen; she must have come for Long Haochen.
Cai’er’s final thrust pierced his right chest, yet it also left a glimmer of hope in his heart; for had this sword strike shifted merely a little toward the center of his chest, it would have completely destroyed his Starry Sea Spiritual Furnace, and had it landed on his left chest, it would have pierced straight through her own heart.
How could an assassin of her realm possibly miss her mark? She had already shown mercy.
Feeling the bone-chilling killing intent rushing toward him, Yang Wenzhao forced a bitter smile and said, “The Six Holy Temples are originally one family. You… ah…”
Cai’er slightly twisted the dagger in her hand, instantly causing Yang Wenzhao such pain that he could no longer speak.
“You also know that the Six Holy Temples are originally one family? He was even in the same temple as you, yet you still grievously injured him?” An even more intense killing intent erupted instantly.
Everyone fears death, especially geniuses.
Yang Wenzhao struggled to defend himself: “He used the Sacrifice skill on his own; I didn’t injure him. Moreover, it was just a competition.”
Cai’er said coldly, “I don’t care. The fact remains he was injured because of you. If this hadn’t been a competition, you would already be a corpse.”
Just then, her ears twitched slightly; she stepped back and drew her dagger. Instantly, a spray of blood gushed from Yang Wenzhao’s chest, yet Cai’er moved so swiftly that not a single drop stained her.
A dark shadow flickered, and in the next moment, she vanished into the night, taking with her the green bamboo staff.
Yang Wenzhao barely managed to channel his spiritual energy to seal his wound. His gaze grew vacant as his body slid slowly down the wall. In his heart, there was little resentment, only an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. He couldn’t help but wonder: could this be considered a calamity brought upon him without cause? Perhaps only while mounted on his steed would he stand any chance against that female assassin.
Although the Star Spirit Armor blocked the vast majority of Cai’er’s attacks, the Thousand-Strike Spiritual Furnace still left dozens of wounds on his body, each about an inch deep. Moreover, the thrust that pierced his chest caused severe injury; the massive blood loss had already begun to blur his consciousness.
Consciousness gradually returned, and Long Haochen struggled to open his eyes. His throat felt parched, as if he were trapped inside a furnace. From head to toe, every part of him was engulfed by a searing sensation.
With a slight struggle, Long Haochen immediately felt pain radiating throughout his entire body. Barely managing to look inward, he was shocked to discover that not a single drop of spiritual energy remained within him. Only the Holy Guidance Spiritual Furnace hovered quietly within his chest, yet even its glow had dimmed considerably.
What an overwhelmingly powerful “Sacrifice”! In merely ten seconds, it had reduced me to such weakness. Fortunately, none of my meridians suffered any damage. Faintly, I could still sense a gentle sacred aura continuously nourishing my body.
He did not know that this was the effect of the Holy Healing Technique, whose powerful seventh-rank healing ability had promptly protected his meridians and averted the gravest consequences. Though now weakened, he had not suffered any fundamental damage.
This was also due to his constitution as the Son of Light. As the possessor of the purest sacred light spiritual energy, although the cost of the Sacrifice skill was indeed terrifying, the purity of his internal spiritual energy meant that only his potential was consumed; his vital essence and blood were not truly burned. This was precisely why Long Xingyu had dared to place the Sacrifice skill behind a fifth-rank seal for him to comprehend. Originally, Long Xingyu had prepared this skill solely for use in desperate moments when risking one’s life became necessary. Yet even he had not anticipated that, since Long Haochen had already brushed against the threshold of liquid spiritual energy, during his clash with Yang Wenzhao, he would rely on that surge of heroic spirit to break through the fifth-rank skill seal within the Inheritance Ring, unleashing this skill despite possessing only fourth-rank cultivation. Had it not been for the Holy Healing Technique, he would likely have been bedridden for at least a month.
As consciousness returned, the pain coursing through Long Haochen’s body gradually subsided. He vaguely sensed that within his Holy Guidance Spiritual Stove still lingered a trace of his own spiritual energy. Although he did not know how to mobilize this energy, he could feel that his cultivation had not completely vanished; recovery was merely a matter of time.
A faint smile spread across Long Haochen’s lips. Though he had lost his duel against Yang Wenzhao, the fight had been thoroughly exhilarating. Long Haochen believed that with this strenuous effort, once his spiritual energy recovered, he would truly be able to break through to the fifth rank.
Yang Wenzhao was indeed formidable; he too possessed a Spiritual Stove, and moreover, an offensive one. In a one-on-one battle, the Starry Sea Spiritual Stove clearly held far greater advantage than his own Holy Guidance Spiritual Stove.
Father was right; the best way for a Retribution Knight to improve is through constant combat, gaining insight and understanding through battle. Before the finals of the Demon Hunter Team Selection Competition, I should have recovered. Judging by the timeline, the preliminary rounds of the Six Great Temples will likely continue for at least three more days, as there are still many matches remaining in the Warrior Temple’s competition.
There will be a three-day break after the preliminary round. With this six-day buffer, I should be able to recover my cultivation; it would be best if I could even break through to the fifth rank. Although Haoyue is not here, I might still achieve a good ranking in the finals.
This battle has brought me many benefits, yet why do I constantly feel that I’ve forgotten something most important?
Suddenly, the smile on Long Haochen’s lips froze. His eyes, now noticeably dimmer, widened abruptly, and his pale, handsome face instantly revealed intense emotional turmoil.
Cai’er, Cai’er…
Long Haochen felt as though a heavy blow had struck his chest; he abruptly rolled over and sat up.
The violent movement sent a spasm of excruciating pain through his body, but at this moment, he could no longer care.
Damn it, damn it, I actually broke my promise. During the match, I was so focused that all my attention was on my opponent. I actually broke my promise, broke my promise.
Long Haochen struggled to his feet, his heart now completely overwhelmed by anxiety. An indescribable emotion had stripped him of all composure. In his mind remained only that frail, slender figure holding a green bamboo staff, gently tapping it against the ground.
She will surely wait for me, she will wait for me for a long, long time. I… I truly deserve to die..
Long Haochen slapped himself hard across the face. Ignoring the spasmodic pains wracking his entire body, he struggled to his feet, braced himself against the wall, and made his way toward the door.
I must find her; I must find her. At this moment, only this single thought filled his mind.
Night had already deepened. As Long Haochen stumbled out of the hotel, waves of biting cold immediately struck him. His internal spiritual energy was completely exhausted, leaving him unable to protect himself. Fortunately, his cultivation of external spiritual energy had made his body remarkably robust. Although successive waves of weakness constantly assaulted his senses, the intense and unwavering conviction within his heart supported him step by step as he left the hotel, shuffling toward the place where he and Cai’er had agreed to meet each day.
The toll exacted by “Sacrifice” was astonishing. Long Haochen was now in a state of complete limb weakness and softness. Almost with every step he took, more cold sweat broke out across his body. His feet felt rootless, and several times he nearly fell.
Fortunately, the hotel where he was staying was not far from the place he had agreed to meet Cai’er. Stumbling and moving slowly, Long Haochen’s heart was filled with guilt at that moment. Though the competition was undoubtedly important, how could I break my promise to Cai’er? How disappointed she must be!
Step by step, he pressed forward, but Long Haochen’s vision had already begun to blur as the chill of the night gradually seeped into his body.
He had arrived, he had finally arrived. Though the distance was not long, it had taken him a full half-hour to traverse it. At last, he saw the place where he met Cai’er every day. Yet, she was no longer there; everything around was empty and silent.
Thud. Long Haochen could no longer keep his footing and collapsed heavily to the ground. As the world spun dizzyingly around him, he seemed to see countless stars swirling before his eyes.
Cai’er has already left. Yes! The night is so deep; how could she not have gone?
A trace of bitterness appeared on Long Haochen’s lips as he slumped to the ground, his heart filled with overwhelming regret. If given the chance to choose again, he would never have risked his life fighting Yang Wenzhao. He was even surprised to discover that, at some point without his realizing, sending Cai’er back had become more important to him than advancing his own cultivation.
I must go to the hotel to find her and apologize. But will she forgive me? Unable to see her way, she left in disappointment after waiting; I caused her such profound suffering. Will she still forgive me?
No, I cannot go to her. The night is already so deep; exhausted from waiting all day, she must have fallen asleep. How could I disturb her?
She must have waited for me for so long, so very long. If that is the case, then I shall wait here. I must wait even longer than she did before I can dare to ask for her forgiveness.
Thinking thus, Long Haochen’s breathing grew increasingly labored. A fierce dizziness surged repeatedly into his brain. He had never felt so weak before; this sensation was far from pleasant. At any moment, he might lapse into unconsciousness again.
No, I cannot faint. I must wait until she returns; this is the path she takes every day.
Thinking thus, Long Haochen supported his body and slowly rose to his feet. Standing at least helped him focus his mind better. He feared that if he remained slumped on the ground, he would lose consciousness or fall asleep before long.
Time ticked by second after second. Long Haochen remained in a dazed state throughout. Whenever his body could no longer support him, he would immediately collapse. Each fall naturally jolted him back to temporary awareness, after which he would struggle to his feet again, repeating this cycle over and over.
Cai’er stood motionless in Long Haochen’s room, bewildered and at a loss. He wasn’t here? Where could he have gone?
After severely injuring Yang Wenzhao, Cai’er came here. Although she could not see, her other five senses were exceptionally sharp; the moment she entered the room, she discovered that Long Haochen was not there.

The Reincarnation Saintess (Part 2)
His scent still lingered in the air, and a faint warmth remained on the bedding, proving he had indeed slept here earlier. Yet, at this late hour, where could he possibly have gone?
With a flicker of movement, Cai’er slipped through the window like a wisp of green smoke, reappearing on the street below. Gently tapping her green bamboo staff against the ground, she made her way slowly back to the inn where she was staying, her heart filled with worry. After failing to find Long Haochen, she had searched every single room, including those occupied by Li Xin and Ye Hua. At each door, she would pause quietly, sensing the shifts in aura, searching for the one that belonged to him. But all her efforts proved futile. He was not there; apart from his own room, his presence was nowhere to be found within the entire inn.
Could something have happened to him? The sound of Cai’er’s green bamboo staff striking the ground grew noticeably louder. A layer of frost settled upon her delicate features. If anything truly had befallen him, no matter who was responsible, she would never let them go.
Returning to her quarters, Cai’er sat cross-legged on her bed, yet her heart refused to calm. Logically speaking, this was the headquarters of the Temple Alliance; as a participant in the Demon Hunter Squad Selection Tournament, the likelihood of him coming to harm was extremely slim. Hadn’t powerful allies from the Alliance arrived swiftly to rescue her when she attacked Yang Wenzhao earlier? Then where could he possibly be?
For a full half-hour, Cai’er was unable to enter a meditative state.
I must go find him.
Getting out of bed again, Cai’er grabbed her green bamboo staff and left the inn once more. But due to her inner agitation, amidst the enveloping night, she forgot to put on her veil.
The night was cool as water; a gentle breeze brushed against her, bringing Cai’er a measure of clarity. As the saying goes, concern breeds confusion. Now slightly calmer, she continually pondered the places Long Haochen might have gone. As long as he hadn’t been abducted, where could he possibly be?
Could it be…
Suddenly, something occurred to her. Could he have gone there? But at this late hour, is that even possible?
No matter; whether he goes or not, that place is at least a destination.
On ordinary days, the journey she and Long Haochen made together would take a full half-hour, yet now, leaping lightly through the air, they covered it in merely ten-odd breaths.
Her nose twitched slightly, and Cai’er’s expression changed. It was his scent, his very own scent; he was truly here.
Tapping her green bamboo staff urgently against the ground, Cai’er quickened her pace, following that familiar, refreshing aura.
Long Haochen could barely maintain his consciousness. The repeated falls had left him increasingly weak; at this moment, he could hardly make out the scenery before him. Yet he still clenched his teeth and stood firm, his body swaying continuously like a tumbler doll.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
“Tap, tap, tap.”
The familiar voice jolted his mind back to a sliver of clarity. Was it her? Or had I begun hearing things?
“Long Haochen,” Cai’er’s voice rang out, laced with urgency.
Immediately afterward, a slender green bamboo staff tapped against Long Haochen’s body.
Already unsteady on his feet, Long Haochen instantly collapsed to the ground with a thud; yet this fall sharpened his awareness somewhat.
A black long dress, and slightly disheveled yet cascading like a waterfall, her purple hair flowed down, draping over his face. A faint, cool fragrance drifted toward him. He was startled to see a face filled with anxiety.
Her skin was somewhat pale, her eyes devoid of spirit, yet nothing could conceal her breathtaking beauty. It was her, it was indeed her.
In his own memory, this was the first time he had ever seen Cai’er’s face. Her features were exquisitely refined, possessing a gentle beauty that stood in stark contrast to her icy demeanor. Her skin, smooth as polished jade and fair as snow, though slightly pale, was translucent and delicate like a freshly peeled lychee. Her eyebrows resembled misty green smoke. This clear, otherworldly beauty was instantly etched into Long Haochen’s mind.
“A-Are you alright?” Feeling Long Haochen stumble, Cai’er immediately grew anxious. She quickly crouched down, reaching out with both hands to touch him.
His clothes were faintly damp, clearly soaked by the night dew; his body trembled slightly, and his breathing was extremely unstable.
“Cai… er, Cai’er, I’m… sorry.” Upon suddenly seeing Cai’er, Long Haochen’s heart overflowed with joy. His consciousness was blurred, making it impossible for him to think why Cai’er would appear at this moment. Yet, the excitement within him was uncontrollable. Grasping her pair of soft, delicate hands, he spoke with uneven breaths: “I… I… didn’t mean… to break our promise… Will you… forgive me?”
As he held her hands, Cai’er’s heart jolted instantly, for she clearly felt how icy cold his hands were, utterly different from their usual warmth.
She quickly reversed her grip to seize his wrist pulse. In just an instant, Cai’er sensed the extreme weakness of his body. Moreover, invaded by the chilling night dew, his frail form had actually reached the very brink of collapse.
“I forgive you.” Cai’er bent down, carefully lifting his upper body. She placed her right hand against his back, gently channeling her spiritual energy into Long Haochen to dispel the chilling cold within him. Had this icy寒气 not been expelled in time, it might well have left him with a lingering ailment.
How could she not forgive him? The moment she discovered him here, she had already guessed what lay in his heart. So weak yet still clinging to the promise made between them, any resentment she once harbored vanished completely in that instant. Moreover, he had never intentionally broken their agreement!
Cai’er’s spiritual energy felt warm. At that moment, Long Haochen was simply too exhausted; his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Just before slipping into deep slumber, he murmured something indistinctly.
Moments later, Long Haochen found himself back in his own room.
Cai’er carefully tucked the blanket around him, then sat by the bedside, quietly holding his hand.
At this moment, under the soothing influence of Cai’er’s spiritual energy, Long Haochen’s palm had regained some warmth, no longer so cold.
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have doubted you.” A faint, tender charm graced Cai’er’s delicate features. She cautiously raised her hand and gently traced Long Haochen’s face, feeling his high-bridged nose, smooth skin, and perfectly shaped lips. A blush gradually spread across Cai’er’s pale cheeks.
A dark golden light flickered as a dagger silently appeared in her palm. Her soft fingers moved with the grace of the most skillful artist; with a slight motion of the dagger, she carved a line of small characters beside Long Haochen’s bed, then covered them with his hand.
Reluctantly, she touched his cheek once more before departing, her fair face flushed with embarrassment. Even now, the words Long Haochen had murmured just before falling unconscious echoed in her heart. He had said, “Cai’er, you are truly beautiful.”
The Alliance Executive Government.
Bang—
Han Qian, the Grand Knight of the Knight Temple stationed within the Temple Alliance and second only to another ninth-rank powerhouse in status, stood before a broad desk, his face cold as frost. The loud bang that had just resounded came from his palm slamming onto the table.
“Ying Suifeng, if you don’t give me an explanation today, don’t blame the Knight Temple for turning hostile.” Rage burned fiercely within Han Qian’s chest. How could he not be angry? Not only him, but all the high-ranking members of the Knight Temple stationed at the Temple Alliance were collectively furious; even that ninth-rank powerhouse, who usually remained in secluded cultivation, had been stirred by this incident.
Yang Wenzhao, the Retribution Knight with a Spiritual Furnace and the most promising candidate to win first place in the preliminary round of this year’s Knight Temple, was severely injured within his own residence. There is no doubt that the perpetrator hailed from the Assassin Temple. Whether it was those signature skills of the Assassin Temple or the Thousand-Strike Spiritual Furnace, all were the most distinct hallmarks of the Assassin Temple.
As soon as dawn broke, Han Qian arrived aggressively to demand accountability.
The core representatives of the Six Holy Temples were all stationed within the Alliance Executive Government. Every ten years, a group of commissioners representing each Holy Temple would be elected to jointly manage the affairs of the Knight Temple. At the very core were thirty-six members of the Presidium, with each Holy Temple holding six seats. Therefore, although the Knight Temple was nominally the foremost among the Six Holy Temples, it did not hold complete dominance within the Alliance.
Han Qian was one of the six Presidium members of the Knight Temple, serving as the Grand Paladin who commanded the temple’s thirty-six Paladins. Furthermore, as the Vice Master of the Knight Temple responsible for handling daily affairs, his status was revered, surpassed only by the three Divine Seal Knights. Regarding his seniority, even among the three Divine Seal Knights, only one could claim precedence over him.
Opposite Han Qian, seated behind the desk, was an elderly man of slender build. He wore a plain black robe, had short graying hair, and an utterly ordinary appearance. The only feature that set him apart from others was his eyes—a pair filled with desolation and devoid of any vitality. Had he been lying on the ground, one would surely have mistaken him for dead.
Han Qian held a prestigious position within the Knight Temple, yet the figure before him was equally formidable: Ying Suifeng, the Vice Master of the Assassin Temple and head of its Hero Hall, who commanded the thirty-six most powerful Shadowblade Assassins. He was also the administrator responsible for the daily affairs of the Assassin Temple.
Unlike the Knight Temple, the Assassin Temple often proved to be a far greater headache for the seventy-two Demon Pillars of the魔族. These Demon Pillars were constantly being replaced; yet over the past six thousand years, ninety-one of them had fallen at the hands of members of the Assassin Temple during these transitions. This glorious achievement was unmatched by any of the other five Holy Temples.
Even within the Alliance, no one knew just how deep the Assassin Temple’s hidden strengths truly lay; only the Alliance’s Presidential Council was aware of exactly how many ninth-rank experts the Assassin Temple possessed. Among the six Holy Temples, the Assassin Temple had always been regarded as the most dangerous entity to provoke.
Ying Suifeng showed no emotional fluctuation in response to Han Qian’s furious outburst. “With such a major incident occurring, I will naturally provide you with an explanation.”
Han Qian had calmed down slightly by now. He pulled over a chair and slumped into it, glaring furiously at Ying Suifeng.

The Reincarnation Saintess (Part 2)
The six great Holy Temples maintained close ties with one another. Just as the Magic Temple and the Warrior Temple shared an excellent relationship, so too did the Knight Temple and the Assassin Temple enjoy the strongest bond. Knights served as the assassins’ best protection, while assassins acted as the knights’ most effective offensive support. One operated beneath the light, the other moved through the shadows; their unconventional and conventional strengths complemented and reinforced each other.
Precisely because of this, although the higher-ups of the Knight Temple were furious, they did not immediately launch an accusation. Instead, they had notified the Assassin Temple of the situation the previous night, requesting a thorough investigation. It was only early this morning that Han Qian appeared before Ying Suifeng.
Ying Suifeng’s previously calm expression suddenly turned strange. He said in a deep voice, “After last night’s investigation, the matter has become clear. The perpetrator is indeed from our Assassin Temple. On behalf of our Temple, I offer my apologies to the Knight Temple.”
As he spoke, he slowly rose to his feet, bowed slightly, and saluted Han Qian.
Upon hearing these words, Han Qian’s eyes instantly widened. Having spent his entire life in military service, surviving countless life-and-death battles against the demonic races, a piercing aura of bloodlust immediately erupted from him.
“Suifeng, was it truly someone from your Assassin Temple who did this?” At this moment, Han Qian instead grew calm. His form of address had changed, yet his expression became even more grim.
He and Ying Suifeng shared an extremely close personal friendship; as early as sixty years ago, they were comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side within the same Demon Hunting Squad. It was not until thirty years ago, when both had gradually attained revered status within their respective Holy Temples and grown older in age, that their Demon Hunting Squad was disbanded, and they each began to oversee the affairs of their own Holy Temples.
Hearing Ying Suifeng actually admit to this now, how could he not feel anxious? For internal conflicts escalating to the point of severely injuring important figures from another Holy Temple constituted a grave taboo within the Alliance. One misstep could spark internal unrest, thereby undermining the authority and harmony of the entire Holy Temple Alliance.
Ying Suifeng sighed lightly and said, “Since we were indeed responsible, how could I possibly deny it? Do not worry just yet; listen to me explain clearly. The situation is this: this matter actually originated from your Assassin Holy Temple. Let me ask you, wasn’t the injured Yang Wenzhao the one who severely wounded another competing knight during yesterday’s tournament, causing that opponent to be critically injured?”
Upon hearing these words, Han Qian immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion, his expression changing drastically. “Are you saying that Long Haochen hired assassins to commit murder, and even targeted your Assassin Holy Temple?”
If that were truly the case, the situation would be even more grave. Undoubtedly, Yang Wenzhao currently stands as the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Knight Temple. Yet, in Han Qian’s private thoughts, he placed greater importance on Long Haochen. Although Long Haochen had lost yesterday’s match, the talent and strength he displayed once again profoundly shocked this Grand Knight. Increasingly, Han Qian realized that this child was simply a genius destroyer; the brilliance emanating from him caused any other genius to pale in comparison.
Moreover, his own grandson, Han Yu, had been assigned by him to serve at Long Haochen’s side as his squire knight. If Long Haochen had indeed hired assassins to murder Yang Wenzhao, then not even Han Qian himself could protect him. Such a sinister nature would inevitably demand severe punishment.
Thinking of all this, how could Han Qian not turn pale with shock?
This time, it was Ying Suifeng’s turn to frown. “Just who is this Long Haochen, that he can attract so much attention? Brother Han, you too seem to regard him with special favor.”
Han Qian snorted, speaking with some urgency, “Put that aside for now and tell me quickly: did Long Haochen hire someone to commit this assault?” Long Haochen could be considered the Knight Temple’s secret weapon, especially given his age, which had already been classified as top secret. Although he had a good relationship with Ying Suifeng, Han Qian would not easily reveal this information, lest it affect the Knight Temple’s standing among the Six Holy Temples.
Ying Suifeng shook his head and said, “Of course not. How could a little fellow who is already unconscious hire someone to kill? Here is what happened: this Long Haochen is on good terms with a member of our temple. When that member learned of his injury, she flew into a rage and personally attacked Yang Wenzhao without authorization. Fortunately, she showed mercy and did not actually kill him.”
Upon hearing that Long Haochen had not hired anyone to commit murder, Han Qian immediately felt relieved. However, finding Ying Suifeng’s tone rather casual, he grew angry. “You make it sound so simple. Do you know who Yang Wenzhao is? He is Elder Yang’s grandson. Setting aside his importance to our Knight Temple, just based on this identity alone, which one of you will go explain this to Elder Yang?”
Ying Suifeng sighed lightly and said, “We have already discovered his identity during our investigation. However, since the incident has occurred, it must be resolved. After all, his Spiritual Stove was not damaged. Although his injuries are serious, given your Knight Temple’s healing capabilities, he should be able to recover fully in a short time without any lasting sequelae. If absolutely necessary, we are willing to step forward and invite a cleric of Bishop rank or higher from the Priest Temple to treat him. Furthermore, we will offer some compensation to your Knight Temple. What do you think?”
How intelligent Han Qian was! From Ying Suifeng’s words, he had already understood much. His expression changed as he said, “So, you do not intend to hand over this assassin? You don’t even plan to punish him?”
Ying Suifeng silently nodded. “Old Han, I’m sorry. I truly apologize for this matter.”
Han Qian rose abruptly, fury blazing within him, and slammed the table once more with great force. “Ying Suifeng, is this the explanation you give us? Do you have any idea what consequences this will bring?”
Ying Suifeng sighed and said, “I know, but I have no choice. This person—let alone me, even if Lord Xiaozhe himself were here—he would not deal with him either.”
Han Qian snorted coldly. “He has powerful backing, does he? But do not forget whom he has harmed. If we bring this matter before the Alliance for enforcement, he will still be unable to escape. I advise that it would be better for our two Holy Temples to resolve this privately.”
A glint flashed in Ying Suifeng’s eyes as he silently sighed within his heart. This little girl truly causes nothing but trouble! It seems the Knight Temple will not let this matter rest easily. Then again, if it were that girl who had been gravely injured, we would probably react the same way. We are clearly at fault here!
“Brother Han, please do not anger yourself just yet. How about this? I know this situation places you in a difficult position. I have already consulted with Lord Xiaozhe. To demonstrate the sincerity of our apology, we are willing to share a secret from our Holy Temple with yours. However, there is one condition.”
“A secret?” Han Qian paused in surprise.
Ying Suifeng nodded and said, “I believe that once you learn this secret, you will no longer blame us for not dealing with this person. However, I must ask you, Brother Han, to swear that after learning this secret, you will disclose it only to the few Divine Seal masters of your Holy Temple, and keep it strictly confidential from everyone else. If it were not for the thousands of years of friendship between our two sides, we would never have revealed this matter so easily.”
Han Qian’s expression turned solemn; from Ying Suifeng’s grave tone, he could tell that this secret must be extremely important to the Assassin Temple.
“Very well, I agree. Speak.” Although he did not actually take an oath, this single promise was more binding than any vow. Among the Six Holy Temples, Knights maintained the strictest self-discipline; once anyone committed an act of betrayal, regardless of who they were, they would never again find a place to stand.
Ying Suifeng silently nodded and said, “Regardless of which of the Six Holy Temples it is, when cultivating a professional, the most crucial factor in assessing their future potential is their innate internal spiritual energy. Each Holy Temple has different terms for varying levels of talent. For instance, in your Knight Temple, an innate internal spiritual energy of seventy is called the ‘Light Angel Constitution,’ while eighty is termed the ‘Divine Blessing Constitution.’ Isn’t that correct?”
Han Qian had already vaguely grasped the situation and drew in a sharp breath. “Are you saying that the one who injured Yang Wenzhao possesses over seventy points of innate spiritual energy, yet is still quite young?” The assessment of youth was his own deduction; based on Yang Wenzhao’s description of the battle, their opponent’s cultivation level should not exceed the sixth rank.
Ying Suifeng smiled bitterly and said, “If it were only that, given the relationship between our two Holy Temples, she would certainly face some punishment. However, she is the sole Reincarnation Body with innate internal spiritual energy exceeding ninety to emerge in our Assassin Temple in three thousand years! This is equivalent to the Child of Light constitution in your Knight Temple. The importance of this girl to our Assassin Temple even surpasses that of the Divine Throne to your Knight Temple. Surely you haven’t forgotten that three thousand years ago, our Assassin Temple produced such a great master. That Child of Reincarnation, relying on immense strength and talent, successfully slew seven of the seventy-two Demon Pillars of the demon race. Although ultimately defeated narrowly by the First Demon Pillar, she inflicted such severe injuries that he remained incapacitated for thirty years. That Child of Reincarnation possessed ninety-one points of innate internal spiritual energy. Our current heir, having inherited the weapons of that former Child of Reincarnation, has seen her innate internal spiritual energy rise from ninety-three to one hundred—the legendary maximum value—and may even qualify for another title. This newly born Saintess of Reincarnation is destined to challenge the First Demon Pillar! Compared to Yang Wenzhao of your esteemed Holy Temple, who holds greater significance?”
Han Qian’s eyes were now wide open, stuttering as he spoke, “Innate internal spiritual energy, one hundred… Are you, are you serious? This, this…”
Ying Suifeng smiled bitterly. “How could I possibly lie to you about something like this? This is the greatest secret of our Assassin Temple. For all the great experts of our Temple, such a Saintess is someone we dare not even hold in our mouths for fear she might melt, nor carry in our hands for fear she might fall. Moreover, she began cultivating at the age of five, and now, nine years later, her formidable talent has been unmistakably revealed. Not only has she mastered the Thousand-Strike Spiritual Furnace, but she has also truly fused with the weapon of that child of reincarnation from years past, awakening the Six Paths of Reincarnation—the top-ranked Spiritual Furnace our Assassin Temple can absorb. Surely you are aware of the power wielded by the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Therefore, this matter is not one where we are unwilling to provide you with an explanation; it is simply that…”
Han Qian stared at him in a daze, and only after a long while did he slowly force a bitter smile. “I understand.”