Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The six spiritual masters now looked enraged, and even Dizhang who had been saying good things about Feng Ruchu earlier had changed his mind—someone so disrespectful towards the Saint ought to die.

The nobles and the spiritists present were all shaking their heads.

After all, the Saint of the Holy Cloud Palace was someone that even the emperor had to show respect to. The Saint was practically god-like, and the people had wished that they could worship him like a real god for millions of years.

But the Saint was born cold and ruthless.

He would never hurt the innocent, but at the same time acted as if human life was worthless. He would stand at the top of his Holy Cloud Palace and look down on everything.

As the old Chinese saying goes: Heaven and earth are indifferent, and all creatures are considered straw dogs.

The Saint only did what he wanted to—there was no such thing as him being obligated to do things. It was foolish of this slave to hold Feng Mo’er captive to try and threaten the Saint.

Just when the crowd was looking forward to seeing what brutal way the Saint would use to kill Feng Ruchu, a bunch of pale petals flew out from the sedan.

The petals flew right past Feng Mo’er to Feng Ruchu and surrounded Feng Ruchu’s waist.

Before Feng Ruchu could react, the hairpin she had been holding was knocked out of her hand.

Sensing that she wasn’t in danger anymore, Feng Mo’er immediately raised her hand to kill Feng Ruchu who was standing behind her. However, before Feng Mo’er’s palm could touch Feng Ruchu, she was knocked back by the petals around Feng Ruchu’s waist.

An even more jaw-dropping scene occurred when the petals lifted Feng Ruchu into the air and brought her straight to the altar.

“Wash up, you are too dirty,” the monotonous voice from the sedan said contemptuously.