Chapter 108: The Return of the Saint
Around the monastery, heavy rain continued to wash away the charred walls and wooden pillars.

After witnessing Chunsheng's magical power to drive thunder and lightning, Kang Yuwen had an unrealistic and illusory idea in his mind.

If the creed and teachings of the White Lotus Sect are true, then can he be deified and become an immortal as they claim?

"What you said...is all true?"

A hint of madness appeared on Kang Yuwen's originally dull, distraught and weathered face.

He threw away the sword in his hand, walked tremblingly to the front of Chunshengshi, and asked: "Chunshengshi... No, Great God Chunsheng, what should I do now? How can I become an immortal?"

Envoy Chunsheng put his hands in his sleeves and stood there calmly, saying, "Your Majesty, what I just said was the divine decree that the Saint of our sect received."

"Heavenly Decree?"

Kang Yuwen hesitated for a moment, then thought of the sixteen words that Envoy Chunsheng had said earlier.

The evil queen is in power, the sky is dead, the filth is swept away and the king is removed, and the world will be prosperous.

"After the turmoil in the capital, the Demon Queen has confused the government and seized control of the palace and government... Moreover, the falling of the Purple Star symbolizes the fall of the Emperor of Heaven, and will soon usher in our White Lotus Era of Prosperity."

"Then...what about the King?"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. For those who have made contributions to the great cause, our church will record your achievements on the Conferred God List. As a gift from heaven, we will help you ascend to immortality and be conferred a god."

Envoy Chunsheng said slowly, "Chunsheng came here specifically to congratulate the prince and report this matter to the headquarters."

"Okay...okay! Okay!"

Prince Kang didn't know what to say and just kept repeating the word "good".

When he saw Envoy Chunsheng turning around and leaving, a strange feeling of admiration surged in his heart, and he hurriedly led all his subordinates in the room to kneel down and kowtow.

"Farewell to the Spring Envoy."

……

Outside the Falun Temple, the rain poured down like silver threads, weaving a magnificent water curtain painting.

The raindrops as big as beans shot towards the earth like arrows, splashing layers of water.

The air was extremely humid, with mist everywhere.

The Spring Envoy who walked out of the temple did not go down the mountain immediately, but turned around and walked towards the high mountain top against the strong wind and rain.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and in the misty rain, a fox-faced woman with thin clothes and her body soaked by rain could be vaguely seen.

Her long hair was wet by the rain and stuck to her cheeks and back, making her fair skin and figure look even more charming.

Even in the pouring rain, on the mountain path covered with gravel and dirt pits, her delicate, slender, long and beautiful bare feet were still exposed.

The fox-faced woman's feet were plump and round, like two clear pearls on the dark hills.

"Envoy Chunsheng meets the Saint."

When Chunsheng was five steps away from the fox-faced woman, he knelt on the ground and prostrated himself with the highest etiquette of the White Lotus Sect.

His forehead happened to hit a piece of gravel in the rain, and bright red blood spurted out, soon covering half of his face.

"Spring Life...Double Envoy."

The fox-faced woman lifted her jade feet lightly, making a pleasant sound like a silver bell.

She moved her body slightly, revealing the second Spring Envoy who was also kneeling in worship in another direction.

The two Chunsheng Envoys had almost the same body shapes and appearances, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"The two of you have devoted your lives to the great cause of the Holy Church, and will not stop until your death... One of you lured the Prince of Dongwan into the game, causing the Emperor's Purple Star in the sky to fall, and pushed the Demon Queen to the throne of the emperor. The other one lived in a dungeon for seventeen years and confirmed the destined person that the Holy Church had been searching for."

The two Chunsheng emissaries, who were nearly fifty years old, remained silent and continued to kowtow, without moving. The big figures who used to be able to call the wind and rain in the White Lotus Sect, in front of this saint, were like lowly ants that could be trampled on at will.

"A strategist puts himself in the game and wins half the battle with one move... You two have both done what you were supposed to do."

The smile in the fox-faced woman's voice became more and more intense. She didn't care about the rocks on the ground at all. She stepped over them and came to the edge of the steep and towering cliff.

The rock wall below is as steep as a knife, the rocks are like blades, and they are washed everywhere by rain, making the stone surface smooth and translucent. Everywhere you look is daunting.

What is even more terrifying is the endless emptiness, which seems like a rootless and bottomless abyss.

The fox-faced woman stared into the darkness, as if she was thinking about something, or as if she was quietly enjoying the feeling of being in the storm.

After a long time, she spoke leisurely.

"Let the Prince of Dongwan make his final contribution to our holy cause."

Hearing the command from the saint, the two spring-born servants knocked their heads against the cold stone surface and shouted.

"The world has two colors of yin and yang, and the freedom of all things is within me. The three thousand worlds are full of life, and the spirit returns to the white lotus heart."

……

An hour later it was when Xu Qing saw Cui'er and Yang Liu again.

But what made him feel a little relieved was that he had already solved eight of the nine puzzles set by Qin Shuying.

There is only one question left and I still have some free time.

"What's the last question?"

While the two girls were leading the way, Xu Qing, sensing the depressing atmosphere, asked.

But what made Xu Qing a little embarrassed was that not only did Cui'er maintain her usual cold attitude, but even Yang Liu, who had helped him many times before, did not speak a word, but turned her head to look at him.

There were complicated emotions in the other person's eyes, as if he was hesitating whether to speak.

"arrive."

Cui'er's cold voice interrupted the expressive conversation between Xu Qing and Yang Liu. The latter quickly turned her head away and pulled her clothes closer.

Xu Qing glanced at Yang Liu in confusion. They had only looked at each other for a few seconds. Was it necessary for him to feel so guilty?
After going up to the second floor, Cui'er and Yang Liu pushed open the doors on both sides, revealing a gorgeous woman in a long skirt with wide sleeves and a cloud-like shawl.

Qin Shuying was still as charming and beautiful as ever. She stood with an elegant posture, a slender and graceful figure, and a faint light flickered in her watery and charming almond eyes.

However, what attracted Xu Qing more was the structure of the entire second-floor room.

Just like downstairs, this place is empty except for a rectangular blanket on the ground.

"Husband."

Qin Shuying's tone was indifferent, and she did not look directly at Xu Qing as before, but instead looked in front of her.

There, there was a sword of moderate width, clear and bright, stuck upside down on the ground.

The delicate patterns on the blade are like branches and leaves, filling the entire sword body.

What is even more amazing is that even with only the dim candlelight, you can still see that the sword exudes a hint of coldness, like the snow on a proud iceberg.

"Is this the sword hidden in the Jiaomuqin?"

Although Xu Qing had heard from Aunt Queen Mother that Qin Shuying had extraordinary attainments in the way of swordsmanship.

But when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he was still shocked.

(End of this chapter)