Chapter 153 Spring Brewing Day

Spring Brewing Day.

The underground city was bustling with activity on this day.

The core area of the temple, which is usually forbidden for bees to enter, is now open to all bees.

It is located in the most central part of the dungeon, with the altar as the base and scattered light columns leading to the ground.

Its top is paved with countless huge pieces of transparent glass, which makes it bright as day even though it is deep underground.

"This is... the core area of the temple..."

"I didn't know there was such a large palace in the underground city."

White opened his mouth in surprise and pulled at Walkley's clothes.

"Look, that container! Could it be filled with water from the Jiu Die Spring?"

Walkley really admired White's mentality. Even at this time, he still had the mind to observe these things.

That white container, in the center of the holy altar, is guarded by layers of female bees. What else could it be other than the Nine-fold Spring?

"That's the altar," Walkley said in a low voice. "This is the largest palace in the entire underground city. If it weren't for the tens of thousands of female bees receiving blessings this time, it would never be open to the public."

As he spoke, he felt grief in his heart.

This was once such a sacred place, but now it is associated with death.

"Hey, didn't I tell you? His Majesty isn't like that." White nudged Walkley with his elbow. "My children have already told me!"

"...What can a junior worker bee know?" Walkley glanced at White. "When we were junior worker bees, we couldn't even speak clearly."

But White didn't even listen to him anymore.

This guy's attention has been completely diverted.

"Huh? Isn't that that guy Div? Why is he wearing armor too?"

White glanced at the familiar face in the corner.

There are many worker bees in the palace, and even the most junior worker bees can visit, but they cannot come down and can only stay on the upward-sloping stands.

But even so, they were excited enough.

The entire temple was filled with a buzzing sound like thunder. This was despite the numerous female bee guards constantly maintaining order.

The high-level worker bees who participated in the blessing ceremony would wear uniform armor. This was their honor and meant that from now on they would become glorious female bee guards.

"His flying skills aren't even as good as Colin's, and his humanoid mimicry is even worse. How come Colin was eliminated, but he stayed?"

"Shh!"

Walkley covered White's mouth with his hand.

"Can your information be delayed a little longer? Don't you know that many worker bees have been added to this batch?"

"I haven't heard of that... But there are so many bees here today. We haven't seen anything like this in previous years. Do you think His Majesty can really bless over ten thousand worker bees at once?"

Even though Terran had described to him yesterday how vast His Majesty's mental power was, White was still skeptical.

For the high priest of the temple, blessing a thousand worker bees at a time is already the limit.

Therefore, the female bee examinations in previous years were very strict, and even senior worker bees who had the ability and met the standards might be eliminated.

"They've already chosen the altar. Don't you understand?" Walkley rolled his eyes at White. "That Majesty wants to use the Nine-fold Spring! No matter how strong a drone's mental power is, it has its limits. How can it possibly bless successfully with mental power alone?"

"The temple's priests are all worried that the Nine-fold Spring will dry up, so they only use a small amount of water for blessings." Walkley said with concern, "But His Majesty doesn't seem to consider this at all..."

If he could make the water of Jiudie Spring flow before, it would be no big deal to use the water in this way.

But he has clearly lost this ability now, and he is still so unrestrained, which is really irresponsible to the entire bee clan.

The surrounding bees heard Walkley's voice and they all looked over.

Walkley pursed his lips and sighed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore..."

"oh."

White withdrew his gaze and looked back at the altar.

Even from a distance, he could still feel the aura that all bees yearned for.

Jiudie Spring...

"clang--"

At this moment, accompanied by a distant sound like the ringing of a bell, the entire venue fell silent.

Priests in white robes entered one after another, and the female bee guards guarding the altar retreated.

The priests chanted ancient songs.

The surface of the water in the altar began to ripple, and the glass on the top reflected the scene faithfully, the water and light like a gilded painting.

After a moment, the priests retreated to the edge of the altar, holding white porcelain jars.

The sound of heavy and orderly footsteps was heard, and a group of female bees wearing guard bee armor entered the palace.

The eyes of all the bees were on the leader.

He was dressed in a white robe with gold patterns, and his movements were like flowing sunlight.

That is the 'king' of the bee tribe.

According to legend, this 'king' who hasn't appeared in a century has golden hair as bright as the sun and eyes as blue as the sky.

Just like the blue and gold church glass above the temple.

Because that is the most noble color among the bee clan.

It symbolizes the clear sky and the sun.

But the moment he came in, all the bees realized that the rumor was wrong.

His long black curly hair draped casually behind him, like algae growing wildly in the abyss.

Is this kind of drone the king?

But there were also many bee tribe members among them who had seen Samuel before. The little priest who had always followed the "prophet" did have shiny golden hair.

Is it really because he...

Did you eat your compatriots?

Is it because of the awakening of the wasp bloodline that he became like this?!

A slight buzzing sound was heard.

Even with the constant patrolling of female bee guards, it was difficult to stop the constant commotion.

Samuel stood before the altar.

He raised his eyes.

His golden pupils lit up, and at that moment, it was as if the sun was falling into his eyes.

All the bees held their breath unconsciously.

"On this day of spring, I, on behalf of the bees, thank nature for its grace, for nourishing all living things; and with the Queen's mercy, I bless you all."

"May the morning light enlighten our minds and our hearts be like honey; may the strength of the earth strengthen our bodies; may courage and loyalty be like swords and shields..."

As he chanted, golden arcs of light shone like winding snakes.

They continue to gather in the air and become like clouds and mist.

"My God, is that your Majesty's spiritual power?"

"This is... the King's spiritual power..."

Samuel's voice still did not stop.

"May you all work together to protect our homeland."

"May the glory of the bee tribe last forever."

The clouds began to condense and then turned into countless golden raindrops.

Raindrops fell one after another, turning into golden spots of light that disappeared from the brows of the worker bees.

The priests who had been waiting around the altar also raised the porcelain jars in their hands.

However, he didn't expect that he would be stopped by the guard bees behind him.

A priest turned to look at the tall guard bee beside him. He pursed his lips and lowered his voice, "How dare you disrupt the blessing ceremony! If you don't sprinkle the water from the Jiudi Spring, do you dare to take the responsibility if something goes wrong?"

The guard bee said without blinking, "This is the order of His Majesty."

As he spoke, he took the porcelain jar from the priest's hand.

The priest struggled in vain and was held in place by the guard bees.

The worker bees standing under the altar only felt a warm power surging into their eyebrows. It transformed from raindrops into countless fine silk threads, outlining a strange yet familiar place.

The scattered, helpless "water droplets" were pulled together by the silk thread and gradually gathered into a pool of water.

That is their spiritual sea.

The worker bees in the stands could not see the spiritual sea of these blessed bees, but they could see the wings gradually disappearing under the altar.

The originally crowded space suddenly became spacious, pairs of wings were retracted into the elytra, and round pupils appeared in their reopened eyes.

They have transformed into complete humanoid form!

"I've become a bee! I've become a bee!"

"Oh my god! I made it too!"

"Walkery, Walkerly, I've become a female bee!" White excitedly shook Walkerly's hand, then turned around and showed him the pair of wings that had disappeared. "You too, your wings are folded in!"

Walkley looked at his hands in disbelief. The sharp nails on his hands had now turned into rounded arcs.

He really has humanoid mimicry!

"Did they all succeed?! Oh my god! What a success rate!"

The worker bees in the stands were also excited, as this was related to their future survival and development.

"Your Majesty didn't use the water from the Jiu Die Spring! The priests didn't spill the water! He blessed the worker bees with his spiritual power alone!"

“These are tens of thousands of worker bees!”

The worker bees have excellent eyesight in their compound eyes. They quickly scan all the worker bees receiving blessings under the altar, no, they are now female bees!

"No, no, there's still no success!"

The sharp-eyed worker bees had already discovered the bees that had not yet folded their wings, and they shouted.

"oh……"

The worker bees sighed. Although the conversion rate was definitely over 90%, even 99% was still a qualitative difference from 100%.

The former is the upper limit of ability.

The latter represents perfection.

But regardless, this is already a pretty amazing success rate.

The bees cheered. A monarch who could bless the worker bees without the water of Jiudiequan meant that he was no longer restricted by the water of Jiudiequan, and more worker bees would be transformed into female bees in the future!

While almost all the worker bees were cheering, the priests' faces did not look very good.

Most of them didn't understand what was going on, but being restricted by these lowly female bee guards was enough to make these usually high-handed priests furious.

Samuel glanced at the bees in the audience.

The spiritual sea of the blessed female bee was gleaming with a golden glow that had not yet dissipated. That was the mark bestowed by him.

Their emotions were almost identical.

Gratitude, worship, and fanaticism.

There are so many positive emotions, like a vast ocean, which makes the "dark cloud" drone particularly dazzling.

Samuel's golden eyes accurately locked onto the high priest in a pure white robe.

Then he slowly raised his eyebrows.

He gave a provocative smile.

As expected, the dark clouds above Gibran's head rolled even more violently, and it was pitch black, as if he was extremely unlucky.

Samuel suppressed a smile from his lips.

Sure enough, the high priest couldn't help it.

"Your Majesty." He stepped forward and bowed. "Your Majesty's spiritual power is truly unfathomable, as you can bless nearly ten thousand worker bees at once."

"As for the remaining worker bees, let the temple bless them on behalf of Your Majesty."

He kept a very low profile, but deliberately mentioned that imperfect one percent.

At the same time, it shows the mercy of the temple - His Majesty did not care about the small number of worker bees that failed to transform, but the temple did.

Among the many worker bees in the stands, how many of them dare to pat their chests and guarantee that they will be able to successfully transform in one go?

Mediocrities are the majority.