Chapter 293 The Saintess Smiles
Qin Mo finally took the first place in front of the Qiyun Stone Gate. Although there were cultivators who had arrived earlier than him, they all silently made way for him when they saw Qin Mo, who was wearing a beautiful raincoat and was completely unharmed. This was a sign of respect for a strong person who dared to challenge the order.
The heavy rain continued to pour down, and no one on the scene made a sound. Everyone was still processing the shock that Qin Mo had just brought them. The chain reaction caused by a newcomer defeating the recognized top cultivators of the inner hall was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
"Qin Mo... Your Excellency...."
"Kelly, call me Qin Mo... Okay!" Qin Mo interrupted Kelly, making the round-faced girl lower her head shyly and sigh.
"Kelly, I heard Qu Huan say that there are three geniuses in the inner palace. Besides Qu Huan and Bashir, who else is there?" Qin Mo looked around and asked Kelly in a low voice.
Kelly blushed instantly and stammered, "...You...you're not going to challenge me again, are you? Oh...no, you're going to demolish my house?"
Qin Mo blinked and it took her a while to realize that the other "genius" in the inner palace was Kelly.
"Oh! I was just asking. Actually, I was afraid that Kelly would challenge me. I'm not a combative person!" Qin Mo waved her hand and smiled amicably.
"No, no, I... I'm not a combative person either! Hehe..." Kelly lowered her head again, embarrassed, muttering to herself, "You're not combative? You've been here two days and gotten into two fights, taking down three people..."
The rain stopped, and the sun rose, its warm rays dispelling the chill from everyone. At the same time, Saintess Heatherine and Knight Commander Wenger arrived at the Gate of Fortune on time.
"Today we have the Level 4 tome, 'The Stone Tablet of Light.' Does anyone wish to exercise their priority selection right?" After saying this, Knight Commander Wenger stepped aside, waiting for the cultivators to make their choices.
"Today there's the 'Stone Tablet of Light'... Sigh! I've used up all my priority selection rights..."
"You still ran out! I never even got priority... I only had the regular option."
Kelly excitedly told Qin Mo, "Qin Mo, the 'Stone Tablet of Light' contains methods for controlling the power of the Holy Spirit to defend against enemies, just like what you need... but... you have no choice..."
Qin Mo, who was in first place, nervously looked around. He wished that none of the cultivators present had the right to choose first, but his sweeping gaze made everyone mistake it for a threat or intimidation, and for a moment no one raised their hand.
"I'm exercising my right of first refusal!" A trembling voice came from behind. Qin Mo didn't need to look to know who it was—Bashir, the man she had beaten, who was covered in bruises and had a distorted face.
"Damn it, we should have beaten him half to death and made him bedridden for ten days or half a month."
Qin Mo's anxious gaze turned fierce, sending chills down everyone's spines. They were thankful they hadn't rashly raised their hands; Bashir looked so pitiful that they wouldn't have recognized him if they hadn't been there.
Bashir limped past Qin Mo, his head resembling a pig's head, and led by the holy servant toward the huge palace in the center. He didn't forget to give Qin Mo a vicious look, his two eyes, one big and one small, were both funny and eerie.
"Your Excellency Qin Mo, you have destroyed the temple's residence today."
The saintess's cold voice jolted Qin Mo back to his senses. His heart had been filled with rage. Now, thinking back, Bashir's decision to stay might have been to provoke him, to make him lose his composure, and to cause unnecessary trouble.
"I am very sorry, Your Highness Heatherine. Bashir is very powerful, and I could not hold back, which caused his residence to collapse. I am willing to pay the due compensation." Qin Mo quickly adjusted her emotions and explained calmly.
"Money can't solve everything in the Temple. You must rebuild that residence for Bashir." When Qin Mo heard the first half of Kelly's translation, he curled his lip; he had seen firsthand how greedy the Temple was. But when he heard the second half, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What? Rebuild a house? How do I build a house?"
“Your Excellency Qin Mo, you can think of the temple as a place to learn, and building houses is also a very important skill.” Heather’s words were still cold, but Qin Mo could sense a hint of mischief in her calm eyes.
"Your Highness Heatherine, I would like to ask, have you... ever built a house?"
Heatherine hadn't expected Qin Mo to ask her this question, but as a saint of the temple, honesty was an essential virtue.
Heatherine stretched out her hand, pointed to the house in the middle of the fifth row, and said softly, "That's the house I repaired."
This was the first time Qin Mo had seen Heather's hands, and they were indeed very beautiful. But at this moment, he was just thinking to himself, "Yesterday I said I would follow in the footsteps of the Holy Maiden, and today it has come true. It's clear that she is dissatisfied with the punishment she suffered back then, and this time she wants others to taste the same bitterness."
“Your Highness Heatherine, I have no priority in choosing, and I cannot properly study the scriptures in the inner palace. Therefore, I request permission to go to the north to hunt orcs. Please grant me permission.”
“Your Excellency Qin Mo, you cannot do anything until you have repaired Bashir’s house.”
Heatherine coldly rejected Qin Mo's request, radiating an aura of iciness. But for some reason, or perhaps it was just her imagination, Qin Mo felt as if the face behind Heatherine's white veil was smiling, a smug smile, a smile that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being.
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