Chapter 179 Ye Xinxia, the General
A month and a half later, the Parthenon.
Inside the holy Saint's Temple, Panicia gazed out the window at the olive trees, lost in thought. The setting sun shone through the stained glass, casting dappled shadows on her snow-white gown.
"Panica, are you ready?"
The great sage Merola appeared silently in the hall, her skinny fingers gently stroking the scepter, her old face looking particularly gloomy in the shadows.
Panicia turned around, and the sunlight danced on her long silver hair.
"Lady Merola, is this plan truly foolproof?"
"Hehe." Mei Ruola let out a hoarse laugh. "No matter how cautious Ye Xinxia is, she can't escape this trap. After all, she's that man's daughter, not to mention."
A sinister smile appeared on her wrinkled face. "She even has a forgetfulness worm in her body."
Panicia lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face.
When she raised her eyes again, there was determination in them.
"In that case, let me complete this final piece of the puzzle."
"All of this is for the glory of Lady Ishisa."
…
Dark clouds obscured the morning stars, and the night was as thick as ink.
Ye Xinxia woke up from the chaos, feeling a sharp pain in her forehead and her limbs felt soft and weak, as if all her strength had been drained away.
She slowly opened her eyes and found that she was not lying on the familiar bed, but sitting on a cold stone chair, surrounded by a quiet pavilion.
Last night... she was clearly reading a book, why was she here?
Suddenly, a pungent smell of rust entered her nose, and she woke up instantly, her pupils shrinking slightly.
The moment her vision cleared, she realized that she was surrounded by the people of the Parthenon.
Every glance pierced like a sharp blade, carrying shock, anger, and even... fear.
"What you said is truly chilling." The Palace Mother's voice was low and disappointed, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.
"How vicious!" The great sage Merola shouted harshly, her skinny fingers tightly gripping the scepter, her voice filled with suppressed anger.
"In your eyes, is life so worthless? To ascend to the throne of the Goddess, you're willing to resort to such means to eliminate those who dissent from you?!"
"Sure enough... it's the devil's blood flowing." Someone whispered in agreement, their tone full of disgust.
Ye Xinxia slowly looked around and found that almost all the senior executives of Parthenon were present, and everyone was looking at her with judgmental eyes.
Strangely, she was unusually calm, as if she had already learned to ignore everything in the long dream.
She lowered her head and finally saw the source of the pungent smell - blood.
Her fingertips, sleeves, and skirt were all stained with sticky dark red.
At her feet, Saint Panicia lay quietly, her eyes wide open, as if she could not believe what she saw until the last moment.
Her eyes were still fixed on Ye Xinxia.
"I... killed her?" Ye Xinxia murmured.
For some reason, she felt that she had done it. She didn't even know why she did it. She also searched for a little bit of footage of herself doing it in her vague memory.
"Could it be possible that you could forget what you've done?" Hailong roared, his fists clenched so tightly that they crackled, his eyes burning with rage.
Ye Xinxia suddenly remembered Wang Feng's instructions.
Her gaze slowly swept over the crowd, lingering briefly on Temple Mother Pamishi, and finally fixed on Merola's wrinkled face.
"I never expected," she said in a terrifyingly calm voice, "that the great sage would be willing to let Pan Jiani die."
Merola's pupils suddenly contracted, but it was fleeting.
She slammed her staff to the ground and sternly shouted, "Stop slandering me! Your second personality just admitted to luring Pan Jiani to her death! Are you still trying to argue now?"
Second personality?
A sneer appeared on Ye Xinxia's lips.
The Parthenon Soul has no self-awareness and it is impossible for it to evolve into a so-called second personality.
Someone blocked her consciousness.
Someone put words into her mouth that she had never thought of.
The only one who can do this is.
Forget insects.
Black Vatican.
This carefully woven scheme finally revealed its true colors.
(Note 1: Both Ye Chang and Xin Xia had the Forget Worm in their bodies. Ye Chang died soon after the Forget Worm was removed, while Xin Xia, after reaching a higher level, was able to refine the Forget Worm on her own.)
(Note 2: There are many super-class healing mages in Parthenon, but Xinxia was able to refine her Forget Worm herself. Therefore, it is speculated that to eradicate the Forget Worm without any harm, one must be a super-class healing mages themselves, and others cannot help.)
Ye Xinxia lowered her eyes, neither arguing nor struggling.
She knew better than anyone that this was a dead end carefully woven by Yizhisha's faction - evidence, testimony, motive, all escape routes had been completely blocked.
Unless... she can awaken the power of the Parthenon spirit at this moment and crush all conspiracies with absolute strength.
But she can't do it now.
"Brother Wang Feng, I'm sorry..." She murmured softly in her heart, "I... still lost."
Asharuya, who was standing beside her, watched Xinxia's slightly lowered profile, her fingertips unconsciously clenching.
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned and left.
After walking out of the crowd, she tapped her fingertips and quietly sent a message...
…
In a villa estate on the Mediterranean coast, moonlight shines on the quiet courtyard.
Wang Feng sat cross-legged in the training room, his eyes slightly closed, a faint milky white halo lingering around him.
In his spiritual universe, a vast sea of stars is slowly flowing, and 2,401 stars are emitting soft and pure light.
As early as half a month ago, he successfully refined the Star Sea Sky Vein and officially stepped into the super-level realm.
But the purpose of seclusion until now is not just to consolidate the cultivation, but to completely control the power from the Parthenon soul.
He originally tried to merge the Parthenon soul with his own angel soul, but found that although they were both soul fetuses, their origins were completely different.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up this idea and concentrate on familiarizing himself with the use of spiritual power.
"Ring~Ring~"
Suddenly, the vibration of a cell phone broke the silence in the practice room.
Wang Feng slowly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his dark eyes.
He reached out and picked up his phone. The screen lit up and a message from Asharuya came into view.
"Something happened to Ye Xinxia."
Wang Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and then a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Ha, has it come to this?" He muttered to himself, a chilling chill in his voice. "You really... don't know whether to live or die."
He put down his phone, took a deep breath, and the aura around him suddenly became restrained, like the calm before the storm.
"Just right, I've almost got the power under control."
Wang Feng stood up and pushed open the door of his retreat room. The moonlight fell on his slender figure.
"It's time to...catch them all."
(End of this chapter)
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