clergé

Chapitre 80

"She accepted the invitation and set off for the capital three days ago to meet with the leader of the martial arts alliance and discuss important matters." He said calmly.

"What important matter?" Pang Wan stared blankly at him, a bad feeling suddenly creeping into her heart.

"On the eighth day of next month, the righteous sects will officially join forces to attack the Moon Worship Cult." He grasped Pang Wan's hand, his voice heavy and deep as a rock. "After this New Year, the Moon Worship Cult will probably cease to exist in the world."

Pang Wan stared at him and blinked.

In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts swept through my mind.

"How do you know?" She raised the corners of her mouth at him, her face almost translucent. "How do you know the Moon Worship Cult will definitely lose?"

He Qinglu felt the soft hand in her palm trembling uncontrollably, clearly losing her composure.

"The young master is seriously injured and unconscious, the Holy Maiden is missing, and one of the twelve masters is practically crippled. The Moon Worship Cult is now at its last gasp. The martial arts alliance leader is young and possesses unparalleled martial arts skills. This time, he has brought the Jade Dragon Token to summon heroes from all over the world, gathering the most masters in the history of the martial arts world. It is clear that he will not stop until he completely eradicates the Moon Worship Cult. Tell me, does the Moon Worship Cult still have any chance of winning?"

He tried his best to weigh the pros and cons for her in a gentle tone.

"Yes, you're right about everything, except for one thing."

Pang Wan laughed and slowly withdrew her hand from his palm.

"The Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship Cult has not disappeared; she is standing right in front of you, unharmed."

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with affection.

Only she knew how much stubbornness and courage were contained in those gentle eyes.

He Qinglu's eyes narrowed rapidly.

"So you are the Holy Maiden of the Moon?" He glanced at Pang Wan thoughtfully.

“I told you this a long time ago, but you didn’t believe me then,” Pang Wan replied calmly.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth after you came to the lonely palace?" A sharp glint flashed in He Qinglu's eyes.

Pang Wan shook her head: "Because I wasn't the Holy Maiden back then—I made a mistake and was dismissed by the leader."

He Qinglu remained silent and did not speak.

Jin Diluo, standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face.

"But they don't want me to be the Holy Maiden, yet I insist on being it."

Pang Wan looked quietly at the two people in front of her, two dimples appearing on her fair face, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's.

“A teacher for a day is a father for life. Since the leader raised me with a life of luxury, I will naturally take on the responsibility that comes with it when the followers of the Moon Worship Cult are in trouble.”

For a moment, no one responded; everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere in the room became quite awkward.

"Cough cough!"

Jin Di coughed to break the silence, cleared his throat, and said, "Miss Wanwan, actually our young master..."

"No need to say anything more," Pang Wan interrupted him with a smile. "I know what you want to say."

She turned to look at He Qinglu, her expression calm and serene.

“I will not ask the Lonely Palace to intervene in this matter. I know that you have sworn never to get involved in the struggle between good and evil.”

She chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Don't worry, I'm not Daji, I don't have the charm to bewitch everyone."

Moreover, this isn't a Mary Sue world; there won't be any miracles where everything revolves around the female protagonist and the rules of the game can be changed at any time.

Jin Dilu was greatly surprised and didn't know what to say for a moment. Hesitantly, he could only look at his master.

He Qinglu stared at Pang Wan without saying a word, seemingly acquiescing.

“Young master, I took the previous marriage agreement as a joke. Although I don’t know why you suddenly became so interested, how can such an important matter be taken lightly?” Pang Wan smiled, her cheeks shining like white jade. “If you still want to marry me after the New Year, you might as well choose a dowry and propose marriage at the church.”

These words were a triple win: they saved face for himself, gave He Qinglu a way out, and most importantly, demonstrated his determination to live and die with the Moon Worship Cult.

He Qinglu remained expressionless throughout, but frowned slightly when she heard the topic of the engagement come up.

"Are you planning to go back to southern Xinjiang?" he finally asked.

Pang Wan nodded and bowed to him with his fists clasped: "I will be leaving early tomorrow morning. Thank you all for your help during this time."

A breeze blew through the room, ruffling her soft hair, and her dark eyes shone like stars. She looked the same as before, her red dress stained with leaves, her hair tucked into a bun, dirty and messy.

But Jin Dilu felt that something about her was different.

Author's Note: Well, your hunch was right. After a few sweet chapters, things are about to change...

50. On the front lines

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lu Kui ladled a bowl of crystal-clear, fragrant sweet porridge from the clay pot and gracefully placed it before the desk: "Alliance Leader, please have your meal." The purple-clad man behind the desk reached out and took the white porcelain bowl, his face as warm as spring: "Thank you for your hard work."

Lu Kui pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing red.

She had indeed gone to great lengths for this bowl of porridge, gathering walnuts, pine nuts, mushrooms, and chestnuts from remote mountain forests, and adding five-colored beans and glutinous rice brought all the way from the capital. She spent an entire night cooking just to produce this small pot of festive eight-treasure porridge. But for the powerful figure before her, it was all worthwhile. She smiled, lowered her head, and silently withdrew.

"I just don't understand why so many women are so devoted to you?" The man in white yawned listlessly as he sat on the octagonal chair, looking as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

“I have never had any feelings for them.”

The man in purple casually set the eight-treasure porridge aside and stared at the map on the table without blinking.