The Saintess Has A Showdown 472

Chapter 472: “Water Moon Concubine, You Are Too Weak!”

“A sincere apology… might be enough~~~”

Hearing the blue-haired woman’s words, spoken with a beautiful yet merciless smile, the Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine’s pupils constricted.

Even as a legendary being, it was but an insignificant ant in the eyes of some…

Luo Kuxin’s earlier defiance… how naive, how foolish it seemed now.

Shui Yuefei, ninth on the Sun and Moon Ranking, the one who had recently repelled the Dream Calamity!!!

Before such a being, its explanations and justifications were meaningless. Its fate wasn’t its own, but a cruel twist of chance, an unfortunate encounter.

Resistance was futile.

The Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine lowered its head, its petals falling like tears, a withered flower bowing before the blue-haired woman, its aura subdued.

[I apologize. I was wrong to offend you, Mother of the Water Moon Concubine.]

“…”
“…”

Facing Shui Yuefei, a being at the apex of the spirit world, the Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine offered no resistance.

Just as Luo Kuxin had said, even the most arrogant and powerful legendary beings would bow before a truly superior force. This was the unchanging law of the spirit world.

Seeing the Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine’s subservient posture, the Luo family members gasped, their breath catching in their throats, their bodies frozen, unable to move, watching helplessly as the world outside the hall seemed to freeze, a chilling aura spreading like a tide.

With the arrival of Shui Yuefei, the entire Bottle of Peonies had fallen silent, its spirit energy stilled, a heavy, oppressive coldness.

“I’m rather fond of… obedient pets~~~”

Gong Lianyue’s icy eyes, half-closed, a gentle smile playing on her lips, her hand gently stroking the Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine’s soft petals, a terrifying chill emanating from her body.

The Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine trembled, suppressing its fear, remaining motionless.

This woman, her teardrop eyes looking down upon it with such disdain, she was beyond human…

This was Shui Yuefei’s power, an aura that crushed the spirit, a despairing cold that offered no hope of escape.

Compared to her, even calling it a speck of dust would be a compliment. After all, even the smallest speck of dust could leave a mark.

They were beings of different dimensions.

Having thoroughly humiliated the once-arrogant Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine, Gong Lianyue turned her attention to the green-haired girl, the oppressive aura around her softening, replaced by a casual air.

“A human-plant hybrid. You hid it well. I didn’t even notice…”

“Hee hee, the Misty Heart Lotus moved my grassy bits somewhere else. I have no plant organs~~~”

The green-haired girl’s tentacles swayed playfully as she replied, her tone light and teasing, unafraid of Shui Yuefei’s power.

No one had expected Luo Kuxin to be a descendant of the Nether Cold Jade Leaf!!!

The Misty Heart Lotus had thousands of incarnations, while the Nether Cold Jade Leaf had billions, its seeds and branches scattered throughout the spirit world, silently observing the passage of time, the rise and fall of empires, a detached, omniscient presence.

The Nether Cold Jade Leaf was an ancient being from the mythical era, respected even by the Peach Blossom Concubine, entrusted with the important task of serving tea.

Even Shui Yuefei, with all her power unleashed, might not be able to defeat the Nether Cold Jade Leaf in a direct confrontation.

And Luo Kuxin, inheriting its bloodline… she was more than just an ordinary legendary Spirit Master.

Gong Lianyue, her gaze fixed on the green-haired girl’s transformed state, suddenly asked,

“If you’re willing, I can take you to the Myriad Spirit Flower Ring to meet your mother. How about it?”

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“…”

“No, thank you. There’s no need.”

After a moment of silence, Luo Kuxin shook her head, her expression serious.

Having been alone since birth, she preferred it that way, needing no other connections, no other bonds.

What mattered now was that Gong Lianyue, the object of her affections, stood before her. Why bother with blood relations?

“Very well. Then come with me. To the Black Tide Ancient City.”

“And I can finally examine… those tentacles of yours.”

Seeing the blue-haired woman’s outstretched hand, Luo Kuxin blushed, extending one of her slimy tentacles.

Under the gazes of all, Gong Lianyue gently grasped the tentacle, its viscous fluid coating her hand.

Swish—

A flash of white light, and the two women vanished, the chilling aura dissipating.

A faint image of a massive crane, its wings unfurling, a powerful surge of spirit energy, then it was gone.

At this moment, within the ruined Luo family hall, the Moon-Concealing Flower Concubine, kneeling on the ground, trembled, a mix of fear and something else.

It didn’t move, still reeling from the shock.

And Luo Lian, Luo Kuxin’s mother, stood frozen, her expression unreadable.

But Luo Kuxin hadn’t even glanced at her, as if that connection, that blood tie, meant nothing.

No punishment, no humiliation, no gloating, just a cold, indifferent silence. There were no repercussions for the Bottle of Peonies or the Luo family.

Because in the eyes of that being… they were insignificant.

Would a god, having slapped an ant, even remember it?

This parting…

A final farewell.

The emptiness within the Wrathful Saintess… no longer needed this flimsy blood tie.

As the Luo family sat in stunned silence, oblivious to what was happening, the two women, carried by a swirling white mist, their bodies teleporting across realms, were suddenly pulled into a vortex.

Gong Lianyue and Luo Kuxin, carried by the White-Browed Concubine’s spirit energy, had entered a spirit gate.

The gate shattered, the scene shifting.

A vast, boundless ocean, a deep-sea secret realm, the White-Browed Concubine’s streaking form, stopped by an unseen force, vanished.

Floating in the air, a powerful, watery, elemental being blocked their path, its voice calm and ethereal.

[Shui Yuefei, are you going to the Black Tide Ancient City?]

“And if I am?”

“Who are you?”

Gong Lianyue’s icy eyebrows furrowed. This sudden appearance, this secret realm, this being blocking their path… it was a trap. It had even managed to stop the White-Browed Concubine.

Hearing the blue-haired woman’s question, the Water Element replied calmly, its voice a simple statement of fact,

[I’m afraid you cannot pass. Because…]

[Shui Yuefei, you are too weak.]