clergé

Chapitre 6

“Wanwan, although Uncle told Nanyi five years ago that as long as he practiced his skills diligently and carried forward my Moon Worship Sect, I would never interfere in his private affairs, even if he liked eunuchs, that was fine too, but this time…”

The cult leader looked at Wanwan, his eyes gradually becoming misty and slightly red.

"As long as Wanwan says she can't marry him, I will never allow that bastard to marry another girl!"

With a beep, the entire valley fell silent.

"As long as Wanwan says she can't marry him!"

"As long as Wanwan says she can't marry him!"

In an instant, the leader's powerful roar echoed throughout the mountains and fields.

Pang Wan remained stunned for a long time.

She saw Aunt Rong's thoughtful face.

They also received countless radio waves of hope from female followers.

Then, she saw Mei Wu silently bowing her head in the corner, biting her pale lips, with glistening tears on her cheeks.

She sighed inwardly.

"Uncle Zuo."

Looking at Zuo Huai'an's serious face, Pang Wan affectionately took his arm and winked playfully.

"Brother Nanyi has lived for eighteen years, and it's rare for him to fall in love with a girl. If we don't give in to him this time, who knows if that great demon will turn the world upside down?"

Before Zuo Huai'an could answer, she immediately turned to Mei Wu and called out in a clear voice, "Sister-in-law."

Her voice was so sweet and soft, it could melt ice.

A chorus of sighs of disappointment, anger, and regret rose from the crowd.

Mei Wu stood there, stunned, tears still streaming down her face, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

The cult leader was also a bit stunned.

Things probably didn't go as he expected.

Only Aunt Rong, the kind and understanding Aunt Rong, came forward and patted Pang Wan on the shoulder.

"Those who have abandoned me, the days of yesterday cannot be retained."

Aunt Rong whispered something in her ear, blinked, and smiled meaningfully.

Everything for Aunt Rong

The date for the wedding of the Southern Barbarians was quickly set, just three days after Pang Wan left to begin his training.

The date was chosen by the cult leader, and Pang Wan was grateful for his thoughtful consideration, which spared her from the strange looks on her wedding day.

Before leaving the sect, there was one more very important thing to do: Pang Wan needed to determine his training goal—kill someone? Rob someone of their virtue? Or steal a martial arts treasure?

When the cult leader threw three beautiful brocade pouches in front of Pang Wan, Pang Wan's mouth was filled with bitterness.

"Wanwan, you choose." The cult leader looked at her with eyes full of expectation and longing. "These three pouches contain tasks carefully designed by the elders after multiple rounds of voting. Each one is worthy of your identity as the Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship Cult. Come on, choose, choose with confidence!"

—This is actually telling her indirectly that no matter what she chooses, it's almost impossible to accomplish.

Pang Wan was gloomy and bit her lower lip as she chose one of the pink ones.

When she opened the note in the brocade pouch and saw the words on it, she heard a loud thud, as if she had been hit hard on the back of the head with a sledgehammer, and saw stars before her eyes.

The note clearly stated: "Take the head of Gu Xiju, the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Um?

Uh-huh?

Hmm?

Pang Wan looked up at the cult leader in horror, her mouth agape as if she could swallow an ostrich egg: This...this...

This ambitious goal far exceeded her expectations. She originally thought that even if she were to kill someone, it would be at most killing a nun from Emei or a Taoist priest from Quanzhen. She never expected that Zuo Huai'an would set a goal for her to directly kill the leader of the martial arts alliance!

Seeing that her face had turned pale, the southern barbarians also craned their necks to look at the note.

After he read the contents of the note, he clicked his tongue softly and frowned slightly.

In that instant of lightning and thunder, Pang Wan suddenly threw the note into his mouth and pressed it under his tongue.

"This doesn't count, I want to change it." She said, reaching for the remaining brocade pouches, her words muffled.

At this moment, her inner monologue was: since the cult leader said that any of the brocade pouches would be worthy of her status, she might as well be shameless and choose the one with the easiest difficulty. (We must forgive this Mary Sue girl who is used to having all the plots driven by her own wishes).

The remaining slips of paper were opened, one of which read "Bring back the Jade Dragon Token".

The other one reads "Kill Rong Gu".

Pang Wan stared at the last picture for a long time.

"Rong Gu is one of the twelve top experts of our Moon Worship Sect. She has grown up with the Holy Maiden since childhood. If the Holy Maiden can take Rong Gu's life in one fell swoop, she will surely become famous throughout the world and gain a reputation for being ruthless and without any weaknesses!" the Right Envoy explained to her.

The cult leader didn't speak, but instead scrutinized her with an analytical gaze.

"I choose the Jade Dragon Token!" Pang Wan snapped, grabbing the brocade pouch in the middle with a loud thud, his voice gruff.