Chapter 955 - I Became a Villainess and Was Pestered by Beautiful Girls

The situation was more complicated than the eldest senior sister had imagined. The one stirring up trouble between humans and non-human races wasn't just the remnants of the Blood Sovereignty Temple, but another individual specifically targeting her. And the reason this person took a dislike to her was astonishingly due to her status as a divine envoy. A Saint Ancestor? "Feng Xian... Saint Ancestor..." Qian Qian pondered for a moment before a lightbulb went off in her head. "I remember now, the Feng people seem to have an ancestor who reached the 'Saint' level. Divine Envoy, the Saint Ancestor you met, could it be a noble phoenix?" "Whether it's a phoenix or not, I don't know; it's definitely some kind of bird, anyway." "Then it must be right," Qian Qian nodded and said, "What you encountered is the Saint Ancestor of the Feng people. It is also a renowned powerhouse in the history of other races." "So, it seems," Tang Xin mused, "she is jealous because I received the Saint Ancestor's acknowledgment?" The eldest senior sister's original intention was not to become some divine envoy. But in that critical situation, a method had to be found to deal with the soul-eating insects, and it could only be done by her. Gaining the divine bird's acknowledgment was an unexpected bonus. "The Feng people are a super race," whispered Qian Qian, "they shouldn't be doing such things... at least, not in this manner. This person called Feng Xian definitely has other issues." The two were lying on the outside wall, carefully listening to the noises inside. After a bout of cursing and venting, Feng Xian gradually calmed down. "This can't go on," she muttered to herself, "I'll set off tonight to have another look... As long as I make significant contributions, the Saint Ancestor will acknowledge me!" Moments later, as the remnants at the stronghold celebrated joyously, their leader quietly slipped away under the cover of darkness, vanishing into the night. Unbeknownst to them, two shadowy figures stealthily followed... The incident of the Divine Envoy being attacked was known throughout Wanzu City by the next morning. The blaze that reached the skies last night, along with the mysterious person's defiant words, were witnessed and heard by most. The sect elders had no choice but to reveal the truth to everyone. "Don't worry, the Divine Envoy is not dead. She has been sent to Holy Immortal Mountain for treatment and will reunite with us all soon!" "Lies! Who would believe your nonsense?" "Exactly!" The crowd below was in uproar. "Quick," whispered the elder to a monk beside him, "bring over the memory stone that was found at the fire scene." After a thorough search last night, although they didn't find Elder Tang herself, they discovered a memory stone she had intentionally left behind. Knowing that the situation in Wanzu City would change after her departure, Tang Xin recorded a message before she left. In the image, Tang Xin's face was dirty and splotched with black and gray, looking somewhat disheveled but spirited, her eyes bright and lively, giving a thumbs-up. "Don't be deceived by the enemy's schemes and tricks! This is a tactic used by the enemy to divide us. Only by staying united and steadfast can we uncover the culprit behind this! Keep it up!" Hearing the Divine Envoy's voice, the crowd's mood somewhat calmed down. However, many still had doubts... After all, images could be forged. Meanwhile, Tang Xin and Qian Qian, having tracked Feng Xian, arrived at a very "peculiar" place. It seemed to be an ancient battlefield, with an unyielding aura of solemnity lingering in the air. Occasionally, one could spot half-corroded armor and eerie white bones. The spatial structure of the place was seriously damaged, with large and small spatial fissures everywhere, risking the chance of falling into the chaos of void streams at any misstep. The most dangerous part was the numerous active annihilation formations still in operation, which would even make crossing-tribulation cultivators nervous. "What kind of godforsaken place is this?" Tang Xin commented. "It looks like a battlefield of high-level cultivators, probably because of a special change in the spatial structure, making it undetectable from the outside," analyzed Qian Qian. "If super powerful beings of the crossing-tribulation phase were to battle recklessly on the continent, it could result in this kind of special environment." After a moment of thought, she solemnly added. "Divine Envoy, our Mianhuan race has incredibly strong defensive capabilities and vitality. Even if we fall into the void streams, we won't die immediately! How about entering my body so I can protect you?" "And give you the chance to corrode my clothes again?" Tang Xin gave her a look. "Don't worry, I'm not that weak." Leading the way, Feng Xian didn't notice the following figures at all. She seemed familiar with the surroundings, winding her way through, avoiding all spatial fissures and annihilation formations as she moved inward. The deeper they went, the more the surroundings deviated from normal space. Numerous light shadows floated above their heads, some with wings on their backs, some towering several meters tall, and some not resembling human shapes at all... "These are all appearances of non-human races," the eldest senior sister stated gravely. "Quite a number of strong individuals from non-human races are buried here." Fortunately, these residual souls and obsessions lacked any offensive ability, merely drifting idly, refusing to dissipate. Feng Xian continued to the innermost area where the residual souls seemed to fear, none daring to approach. She sliced open her palm, scattering blood into the air while muttering words incomprehensible to the two behind her. Whoosh— Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and strands of black mist gathered from all directions, quickly forming a facial shape. "This one definitely doesn't look like a good guy!" "Shh!" As soon as the villainous face appeared, it spoke. "Young one, you're back again." "The secret technique you passed on last time was very useful," Feng Xian said indifferently, without any respect in her tone. "I believe you are a powerful predecessor." "Of course, I am," replied the black face, unfazed. "Just look at those wandering souls outside. If they weren't powerful in life, how could they still retain their consciousness?" "Alright," Feng Xian nodded and continued, "You said last time there was an earth-shattering secret, so compelling that even the Saint Ancestor would be moved. Is that true?" "To be called a Saint Ancestor for just reaching the mid-stage of crossing-tribulation," the black face sneered with a hint of disdain. "Of course, it's true. Why would I need to lie to you?" "Good," Feng Xian furrowed her brows, pressing on, "What kind of secret is it? I can't imagine anything that would interest them. The Saint Ancestors are detached from worldly desires." "That's where your understanding falls short," the black face spoke from a position of superiority. "Don't mention mid-stage crossing-tribulation; even supreme beings have desires. It's just that those desires, you can't comprehend…" "What exactly is the secret?" Feng Xian asked again. "Heh heh," the black face chuckled menacingly. "It's about the secret of the 'Demonic Blade'."