Chapter 356: Why do you think I’m the Holy Son?
Not this?
Bai Feng’s face showed a flicker of confusion, but inside he was silently snarking at Tian Yan—this guy was still playing riddles at a time like this? Really?
However, he also sensed that Tian Yan was getting weaker and weaker. It seemed she was probably under some sort of restriction, making it inconvenient for her to speak plainly.
So he once again focused his attention, trying hard to distinguish what was different about this tangled mess of threads.
Soon, he detected something unusual—although all the threads looked abstract and similar, he could truly feel that one silk thread was different from the rest.
If the other threads were like sprigs of willow from a willow tree, then this one was a green plastic ribbon. Looks kind of like a willow branch at first glance, but with careful observation, it was obvious this green ribbon was utterly out of place.
“There’s one different thread,” he told Tian Yan quietly.
Tian Yan nodded. “Exactly. That’s also why I told you not to k*ll her yet. She might not be the Hundred Faced Saintess… or rather, this body might not belong to the Hundred Faced Saintess.”
“You mean, the Hundred Faced Saintess has taken over her body?”
“No, it’s probably something like a clone or a split soul, but more sophisticated than a mere clone. If it weren’t for the thread of fate, I’d probably not even realize she’s a split.”
Tian Yan shook her head and then closed her eyes. As she did, the threads Bai Feng was watching gradually disappeared.
“Split body?”
Bai Feng slowly squatted down, intending to put Tian Yan down. But he waited for a good while and saw she had no intention of leaving.
In short, the real Hundred Faced Saintess might be hiding somewhere else. Why she would send a clone to come and d*e, he wasn’t entirely sure—maybe she was trying to sneak in with some disguise. But beyond that, he sensed there must be other purposes.
Tian Yan still remained on his back, even pressing her full weight onto him.
Bai Feng nodded lightly. He had indeed been suspicious about why the demon girl would come to him badly injured—despite her confidence in her disguise, once she slipped up, everything was over. He didn’t think she’d be willing to risk her life like that.
“By the way, can you get off my back now?”
After pondering, he slightly turned his head and asked Tian Yan. But Tian Yan didn’t answer; only steady breathing told him she was asleep.
He side-eyed her and saw her with closed eyes, snoozing peacefully on his back.
“…”
Well, forget it. Since she helped out and consumed a lot of his energy, he’d let her sleep for a bit.
He then raised his head and kept watching the demon girl, thinking about how to handle her.
But her previous words were still bothering him—after all, Tian Yan was the Saintess of Tian Yan Holy Land. Her intuition couldn’t be ignored. If he just killed the demon girl on the spot, trouble might erupt.
Still, keeping her alive felt not quite right either. Maybe set a timer for the array? When they left, he could have the array deal with her clone?
While he was lost in thought, Bai Yu Mo and Yun Yue Yao quietly moved behind him—each grabbing an arm of Tian Yan, hauling her away.
He turned his head to glance at Tian Yan being dragged off, and judging by her current state, she probably wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Should’ve just let her help with a fortune-telling beforehand.
Oh well, might as well do things his way now.
Shaking his head, he strode over to the demon girl.
“Holy Son, have you decided to rebuild the Sect with me?” The Hundred Faced Saintess looked up and asked Bai Feng with a smile.
“Why rebuild the Sect? What about the Holy Heart Sect?”
Bai Feng didn’t move immediately but instead started chatting with her, trying to pry some information.
“It’s already over. The Holy Heart Sect should be filled with Divine Monarch puppets by now,” she said nonchalantly, still smiling as if she didn’t care at all. “But that’s okay. As long as there’s a Holy Son, we can totally create a new, stronger Holy Land.”
Bai Feng asked again, “Then why do you think I’m the Holy Son?”
“Well…,” she licked her lips thoughtfully, “It’s complicated yet simple. Just know—I didn’t pick someone at random for the Holy Son.”
“…’
You’re really turning into a riddler now, huh?
Bai Feng couldn’t help but internally complain.
But eh, better to be straightforward.
He activated his divine consciousness and cast a illusion art directly on her.
He wanted to see if he could find the real body of the Hundred Faced Saintess through her split and then deal with this persistent ghost.
‘Surprisingly smooth.’
He’d been prepared for his clone’s collapse, but everything went too smoothly.
‘Trap?’
He wondered inwardly, but he didn’t want to give up the opportunity to catch the demon girl, so he heightened his vigilance, spreading out several strands of divine consciousness to envelop her.
Suddenly, one strand was dragged into her sea of consciousness—fortunately, it didn’t break the connection.
‘Does a split body also have a sea of consciousness?’
A flicker of doubt crossed Bai Feng’s mind, but he didn’t immediately cut it off. Instead, he used his divine sense to scan the surroundings.
It seemed like the interior of a certain sect—the area was filled with distorted figures, their words carrying sharp noise and interference.
He listened carefully for a while, catching some phrases: Holy Heart Sect, Holy Maiden, plan, etc.
Following the crowd, he approached a secret realm. Out of curiosity, he extended his hand and found he could actually enter the secret realm.
And once inside, the voices around him grew clearer:
“What’s going on with the Holy Maiden…, cultivation method…? Success?”
“This is the third time… if we fail again, there’ll be no more disciples…”
“Nevertheless… seems to be going smoothly. Perhaps… we can become immortals.”
Bai Feng continued to follow the group, soon arriving at a bl**d-red area. The dark crimson land looked soaked in bl**d, with corpse remains hanging from the trees.
In the center stood a girl, more clear than the rest—distinct from the distorted surroundings.
Though Bai Feng had never seen her before, he immediately recognized her identity—she was the Hundred Faced Saintess.
In that moment, the Hundred Faced Saintess suddenly lifted her head, locking her gaze on Bai Feng.
Her somewhat juvenile face broke into a faint smile. Then she quickly stepped forward, rushing straight at Bai Feng: “Holy Son, you came to pick me up?”
“No, I came to k*ll you.”
Bai Feng suddenly summoned a longsword, the sharp tip pointing straight at the rushing Saintess.
But she seemed to see nothing, darting towards the sword with her body. As the sword pierced through her, she kept running—
“I’m very happy,” she said, lifting her head with an adorable smile. “Can we go home together?”
Bai Feng looked down at her coldly, eyebrows furrowing: “…You’re not the Hundred Faced Saintess.”
“I’m not now, but once I’ve taken care of those people, I will be,” she giggled.
Bai Feng’s brow furrowed even deeper. He asked the same question once again, “Why do you think I’m the Holy Son?”
“Because I say so?” The Saintess’s face clouded with confusion. “I just said that.”
