Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 665 -665: The Priestess’s Charms (41)

Whether Chuzheng was actually a Dark Magician, the four Elders were not quite certain.

“That one called Chuzheng, is she really a Dark Magician or not?”

“Ye Shuliang had previously told us…”

“Don’t mention Ye Shuliang; who knows what he was thinking at the time? Maybe he meant to distract us.”

“Fine, let’s not talk about Ye Shuliang. But this time, the Eldest Princess said so too…”

“Previously at the Pit of Ten Thousand, weren’t there witnesses? That one called… Fu Yu, bring him here and ask him.”

When Fu Yu was summoned, he was nervous and clueless.

Having been in The Temple for so long, he had only seen these Elders in the beginning, and had no idea why they were summoning him now.

The four Elders sat upright in the Elder’s Hall.

“Fu Yu pays his respects to the four Elders.”

“You’re excused from formalities,” the Great Elder raised his hand: “Don’t be nervous. We called you here today just to ask you a few questions.”

Fu Yu: “…” I’m so nervous I could die!

They wouldn’t have called him here to ask about something trivial, would they?

“You were at the Pit of Ten Thousand before, right?”

Fu Yu nodded: “I was…”

“Then you must be clear about what happened at that time. Please recount it to us in detail once more.”

Fu Yu dared not refuse.

He had already recounted the events several times before, and now he just had to repeat what he had said earlier.

Fu Yu hadn’t told the whole truth, omitting many details about Chuzheng.

As for the parts he couldn’t explain, he simply said that he was knocked unconscious by the shock, and when he woke up, the Priest Lord was already there.

The four Elders listened, frowning deeply.

“Did you see Miss Chuzheng use Dark Series Magic?”

Fu Yu’s back broke out in a cold sweat, and his scalp tingled.

Why would they suddenly ask about this!

“Fu Yu?”

“No… I did not,” Fu Yu forced himself to calm down.

“You did not?” the Great Elder’s aura of authority rushed over him in an instant: “Fu Yu, don’t lie. Is she a Dark Magician?”

Fu Yu felt torment in body and soul, took a deep breath: “She is not.”

Suddenly, the ambient fell silent.

Fu Yu’s legs trembled, his head low, not daring to make a sound.

Just as Fu Yu felt he could no longer bear it, the oppressive feeling lifted.

“You may go.”

Fu Yu immediately bowed and ran out of the hall, and it wasn’t until he was far away that he collapsed on the ground, unable to stand back up.

He was scared to death.

“Fu Yu, what are you doing?”

A sudden voice startled Fu Yu.

“Jiu… Lord Jiu Qu.” Fu Yu swallowed: “Why don’t you make any sound when you walk?”

Didn’t he have bells on him? You could hear those from a distance.

How come I didn’t hear them!

Jiu Qu curled his lip: “What are you doing here?”

“You…” Fu Yu looked around and, seeing no one, grabbed Jiu Qu’s arm: “You have to tell Chuzheng quickly. The four Elders just questioned me, asking if she’s a Dark Magician.”

Jiu Qu frowned: “What did you say?”

“How could I dare say anything out of turn, oh my! You have no idea, the Elders’ presence is too frightening! Hey… why are you walking away?”

Fu Yu stared at Jiu Qu’s ankles, where the bells indeed made no sound…

Is that something that can be controlled?

Fu Yu scratched his head in puzzlement, looked around, and feeling unsafe, he hurriedly left.

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“Eldest Princess.”

Liang Shuxue was stopped by Jiu Qu and his entourage.

“Priest Lord Jiu Qu,” Liang Shuxue was far from being polite; instead, she assumed her lofty princess demeanor, “Is there something you need?”

“Eldest Princess, by master’s orders, I am here to escort you back to the palace.”

Liang Shuxue’s expression instantly faltered.

“What, what do you mean?”

Jiu Qu explained calmly and firmly, “The master says that your status is too distinguished to suit the role of a mere disciple in The Temple; hence, he has ordered me to escort you back to the palace.”

Speak ill of Miss Chuzheng in front of the Elder, isn’t that seeking death?

In the vast expanse of The Temple, what could the master want to know that could be hidden from him?

“No… You’re talking nonsense. I got in here on my own merit. What gives you the right to send me back?” As Liang Shuxue spoke, her voice grew shrill.

“Eldest Princess, the master has left you with dignity, merely stating it is due to reasons within the palace that necessitate your return, rather than expelling you from The Temple. Please reconsider.” The subtext was if she didn’t leave, then she would be indeed expelled.

Liang Shuxue’s face turned deathly pale.

She had been waiting for the Elder to send her news about dealing with Chuzheng, but instead, she had received a message from the Priest Lord about being ejected from The Temple?

Even if Liang Shuxue was reluctant, she eventually had to return to the palace.

As Jiu Qu had said, Lingji was still mindful of the royal family’s face and hadn’t kicked her out yet.

If she made a fuss and refused to leave, then she’d be expelled from The Temple later, and the shame would fall on her own head and could even bring disgrace upon the entire royal family.

Chuzheng only learned of Liang Shuxue’s situation later on.

“Why did you drive her away?”

Chuzheng went to Lingji seeking an explanation.

“She spoke ill of you,” Lingji said like a child, somewhat angrily, “Had it not been for consideration of the royal family, she wouldn’t have been able to step out of The Temple’s gates.”

Chuzheng: “…”

If you hadn’t driven her away, she really wouldn’t be able to step out of The Temple’s gates.

Chuzheng felt a surge of anger that she could neither swallow nor vent.

She couldn’t bear to confront him about it, either.

So all she could do was swallow this anger herself.

The Good Person Card was hers to keep.

Must dote on him.

Must dote, must dote… She must and could only dote on him.

Chuzheng brainwashed herself, and then when she looked at Lingji again, she felt calm—what a load of crap!

Chuzheng, from across the small table, hooked under Lingji’s chin and forced him to look up, then kissed him directly.

The hall was filled with the scent of burning incense, wisps of blue smoke rising, and the aroma pervaded the air.

Somehow, the little table was pushed aside, and Lingji’s Priest’s Vestments were torn open, strewn messily on the floor.

Just as Chuzheng was about to strip off his last piece of clothing, Lingji suddenly regained his senses, gasping slightly, “No… it’s not right.”

Chuzheng: “What’s not right now?”

I’m still angry!

What’s wrong with taking a little interest!

And you’re telling me it’s not right!

You’re quite bold, aren’t you!

“This… This is The Temple; we can’t do this here.”

“Haven’t we always been in The Temple?”

“…” Embarrassment crept up on Lingji’s cheeks, his ears becoming so hot they seemed to be burning, “This is the main hall of Qingfeng Hall, the God of Light is enshrined here, we mustn’t do this here, let’s go back to our room, alright?”

“No,” Chuzheng refused.

“Back in the room, anything goes, just not here…”

Lingji took a quick breath, panic-stricken as he tried to push Chuzheng away.

“Baby…”

He called out to her with a pained voice as his control began to slip away.

“If the God of Light truly exists, then no matter where we are, he can see us,” Chuzheng whispered in his ear, “So what difference does it make where we are? I want you right here.”

The woman’s voice was clear, yet it made Lingji’s heart pound and tremble.

Yet, that last shred of struggling reason told him—it was not possible.

Although Chuzheng was right, if the God of Light truly existed, there was nowhere He couldn’t see.

But in his own room, he felt a sense of safety.