bookrandom Chapter 192 A Glimpse of Golden Light
Chapter 192 A Glimpse of Golden Light
Upon hearing Xia Ran's words, Shen Qingyao's previously dull eyes instantly lit up, shining with an undeniable brilliance, like a dazzling star suddenly bursting forth in the night sky.
At the same time, a few shrewd calculations flashed across her eyes, as if she were quickly planning something important in her mind.
However, in stark contrast to Shen Qingyao was Meng Shuqin standing to the side.
Her beautiful face was now filled with deep worry. Her once relaxed brows were now tightly furrowed, and a heavy sorrow that could not be dispelled lingered between them.
"But...isn't that legendary artifact stored in the mysterious and unpredictable Paradise? How can we possibly obtain it? Moreover, what if the fearless war god has already been reincarnated elsewhere?"
Meng Shuqin said with deep concern, her voice trembling slightly, revealing the unease and fear deep in her heart.
Meng Shuqin's words were like a heavy boulder crashing into everyone's hearts, instantly creating ripples and making the already tense and oppressive atmosphere even heavier.
For a moment, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, and no one dared to break it.
Just then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, Shen Qingyao subconsciously raised her head and looked straight at Xia Ran.
Sure enough, she keenly caught the faint hint of hesitation in Xia Ran's eyes.
With her womanly sensitivity and long-standing understanding of Xia Ran, Shen Qingyao was almost certain that her master, who appeared calm and collected, actually knew very well how to enter the Blissful Gathering that terrified countless people and successfully obtain the incomparably powerful Summoning God Sword.
"Actually, it's not as difficult as you might think to step into the Blissful Society. Right now, a powerful Blissful God resides within you. If you can temporarily relinquish control of your body and allow the Blissful God to control you for just a few breaths, letting its unique aura leak out from your body, then the people of the Blissful Society will surely hear of it and come knocking on your door."
Xia Ran explained with a solemn expression. Although her tone sounded relatively calm, her eyes still revealed a hint of unease and uncertainty that she herself was unaware of.
"However, such actions are extremely dangerous. Even with your senior sister and me protecting you, the assistance we can provide is very limited. Whether you can regain control of your body ultimately depends on your own efforts!"
Upon hearing Xia Ran's words, Shen Qingyao's eyes showed a hint of caution, but her gaze still held an obvious eagerness.
Seeing this, Xia Ran couldn't help but feel worried about Shen Qingyao, fearing that the girl was imagining the matter to be too easy.
After a moment's thought, she spoke again:
"Furthermore, even if you eventually regain control of your body and smoothly enter the Blissful Divine Realm, I'm afraid you won't be able to easily steal the Divine Summoning Sword. You must know that the Blissful Gathering is also full of hidden dangers and perilous situations. If you make the slightest mistake, you could very well end up being shattered to pieces and never to be redeemed!"
Xia Ran's tone was unusually serious and solemn, filled with worry that Shen Qingyao's underestimation of her opponent would lead to irreparable consequences.
Unfortunately, Shen Qingyao was now at her wit's end, and she had no other choice but to take this dangerous path.
"Master, no matter what the final outcome may be, you have to experience it for yourself to truly understand, don't you think?"
Shen Qingyao stood there, her posture as upright as a pine tree, her expression unwavering, like an unshakeable mountain.
Her beautiful eyes gleamed with a sharp light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, or like burning flames, making it impossible to look directly at them.
Shen Qingyao has always been a person who never admits defeat and never gives up.
Whether facing a high and mighty god or an ordinary mortal, anyone who dares to provoke her will face a battle to the death.
Because the word "retreat" simply doesn't exist in her dictionary!
Xia Ran, standing to the side, gazed quietly at Shen Qingyao. Seeing her resolute expression, her heart trembled.
Yes, how could I forget? This disciple is notoriously fond of risking his life!
If the situation were to spiral out of control, perhaps they wouldn't even need to lift a finger; Shen Qingyao would unhesitatingly choose to perish together with the God of Bliss, sacrificing everything in the process.
However, at this moment, it seems there is truly no other way but to adopt such an extremely risky strategy.
Thinking of this, Xia Ran sighed deeply, then earnestly advised:
"Qingyao, I know you have a resolute character, but you must remember never to let the God of Bliss control your mind. Once your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, even I, your teacher, may be powerless to save you."
Even after she finished speaking, Xia Ran's brows were still furrowed with deep worry, and her concerned tone was just like that of a loving mother admonishing her child who was about to embark on a long journey into the world.
Shen Qingyao could naturally feel her master Xia Ran's deep love and concern for her.
She nodded slightly, indicating that she understood her master's meaning, and then forced a smile, trying to soothe Xia Ran's anxious heart.
Although the smile looked somewhat forced, the strong will it contained was clearly evident.
"Don't worry, Master, I won't let you down."
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As night fell, the Marshal's Mansion shone like a dazzling pearl, its bright lights illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
In stark contrast, the entire mansion was completely surrounded by a dense army, like an impregnable fortress, where not even a fly could get in or out.
These soldiers, all standing tall and fully armed, formed a tight defensive line around the Young Marshal's Mansion.
Every soldier had sharp eyes, vigilantly watching the surrounding movements, not missing a single sound.
Inside the young marshal's mansion, Si Jingnian sat upright in front of Shen Qingyao's room, his body straight as a pine tree and as steady as Mount Tai.
A finely crafted pistol was tucked into his waistband, its cold gleam under the lamplight sending chills down one's spine.
Behind Si Jingnian stood a well-trained and disciplined army.
They stood in neat rows, one person at a time, steadfastly holding their posts, as unbreakable as the Great Wall of Steel.
Each person wore a serious and focused expression, exuding an invisible pressure.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was unusually tense and oppressive.
Shen Qingyao sat quietly on the ground, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed, as if she were concentrating on casting some kind of spell.
Around her were all sorts of strange and unusual talismans and thin red threads. The talismans were intricate and complex, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura.
Moreover, several statues of deities with different expressions are hung on the walls of the room, each occupying a different position, giving people a sense of solemnity and reverence.
Xia Ran and Ruan Hongshuang, standing to the side, stared intently at Shen Qingyao with grave expressions, their hearts pounding in their throats, fearing that something unexpected might happen to her.
Just then, a sudden change occurred! A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from Shen Qingyao's body, like a rising sun, instantly illuminating the entire room.
However, the light came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never appeared at all.
The sudden turn of events shocked Ruan Hongshuang. She jumped up from the ground involuntarily, her eyes wide, her mouth agape, and she pointed at Shen Qingyao, unable to utter a word for a long time.
"Master...Master, my junior sister..."
Ruan Hongshuang stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
Xia Ran's eyes were also filled with shock, but she quickly calmed down, and her eyes returned to their usual cold and aloof expression.
"Don't speak! Focus on protecting your junior sister. We'll talk about everything later."