I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 975. Wrath

Ten minutes ago, at the Sparrow God Palace.

This is a dark and abyss-like space, yet twelve gleaming golden portals stand tall on all sides.

Before each door stood a vaguely discernible human silhouette, exuding the overwhelming pressure of a venerable saint or even a sage.

However, judging from the state, most of them are projections, not the actual entity arriving.

A sacred statue floats in the center of the space, its hands supporting two human figures.

The woman holding the umbrella on the left is Ke Yanqing.

On the right was an old woman draped in a crimson divine robe, her long eyebrows drooping, her voice deep and authoritative in the twilight: "As Mother instructed, we must do our utmost to reach a cooperation agreement with the Abyss Saints. Therefore, if there are no objections from the guests, the specific terms of the transaction with the Abyss Saints will be settled as follows."

The figures in front of the twelve golden gates nodded in agreement.

"I will obey my mother's divine will."

The spiritual materials required by the Abyss Saints were far too vast, so even with Mother's instructions, the Twelve Seats had to discuss it.

After all, the spiritual materials must come from the clans behind the twelve seats, and who contributes more and who contributes less will require a lot of debate.

However, the Golden Flower Clan's faith in their "Mother" was indeed pure, and the Twelve Seats did not engage in much wrangling over this matter. Many Seats were willing to make concessions and allow their clans to produce more spiritual materials.

Moreover, with war imminent, they cannot afford to engage in open and covert struggles as they usually do.

"Attendant Ke, I'll trouble you to make a trip to the Gate of Sumeru after sunrise." The old woman turned her head and said softly.

Ke Yanqing lowered the umbrella slightly, which was considered an acceptance.

The old woman's name was Jin Xiangfeng, and she came from the Jin clan.
Keyanqing's duties are similar to those of the Black Moon Church's saintess, responsible for shaping the image and character of the Golden Flower, while Jin Xiangfeng is responsible for expanding the Golden Flower clan.

However, for nearly a thousand years, the broom flower has stopped absorbing foreign lineages into its own species.

Instead, they developed their 'lower clans' through marriage alliances.

For example, the Mu family from District 51. The Mu family woman was all-powerful in the Spirit Song world. Her public image was even more outstanding and famous than that of the Black Moon Saintess. As a result, she was favored by the Golden Finch Flower, and Jin Xiangfeng agreed to marry the second son of the Ke family, Kevis.

However, with the strong intervention of the Elemental Church, this marriage alliance came to nothing.

Although Jin Xiangfeng handles these trivial matters daily, she is the most senior among the three concubines, and is even older than the twelfth seat.

Therefore, as a fellow concubine, Ke Yanqing also had to show the old man a certain degree of respect.

As they talked, the figures in front of the Twelve Golden Gates gradually faded away and returned to the front lines.

Only An Xingjia, Madam An, and a long-haired man in a black robe remained.

"Gentlemen, please move to the examination hall to conduct causal testing."

Seeing the woman with the umbrella about to leave, the long-haired man smiled calmly, "My two ladies-in-waiting, please wait. Under the potential threat of the Calamity Rules, even you two ladies-in-waiting could fall victim."

Ke Yanqing frowned, feeling inexplicably irritated. Her younger brother had been frightened yesterday and desperately needed her comfort; she had no time to waste on some causal analysis.

After all, her interpersonal relationships were not complicated; apart from Conan and Kovis, there was basically no one she was interested in.

However, seeing that Jin Xiangfeng did not refuse, he followed the long-haired man to the examination hall as instructed.

She didn't know what to say, so she lagged behind and followed. The long-haired man was named Kozelek, also from the Ko clan, and had once been an extremely talented genius, specializing in causality and curses.

Standing in the center of the formation, Ke Yanqing closed her eyes and waited for two minutes. Sure enough, there was no abnormal reaction.

"Wasting time?" she thought, glancing at Kozelek with displeasure. "May I leave now?" she said in a low voice.

In terms of family lineage, Kozelek was actually Ke Yanqing's uncle, but in front of the concubine, he had to maintain a sense of awe, turning to the side and bowing his head: "Of course, Your Excellency."

Ke Yanqing walked down the steps, but she had only stepped halfway out of the array's range when she paused slightly, and her gentle, beautiful eyes, hidden under the umbrella, suddenly narrowed.

clatter--

She stepped out of the array steps and stood on the blue brick ground. The umbrella hung low, covering her delicate nose, revealing only half of her exquisite face. Her slender body under the blue cheongsam was taut, with a barely perceptible tremor.

However, she did not show any further abnormality. She simply turned around slowly and looked up at the formation in front of her again.

Kozelek noticed that the person hadn't left yet and turned back in confusion: "My lady, is there anything else you need?"

"How accurate is your causal analysis?"

"Accuracy?" Kozelek shook his head. "This thing is actually an epic-level divine relic. With the help of some low-level spirit garments that I have researched, it can barely trace cause and effect. But if the enemy is at the level of Calamity, the efficiency will naturally be low and the accuracy will not be high either."

Not accurate enough? Ke Yanqing was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard...
"So I made some improvements, concentrating the power of the group to trace cause and effect on one person, and the accuracy can approach 99%. The drawback is that it can only complete the detection of a maximum of four Venerable-level beings per day."

"So so far we've only completed the investigation of the twelve seated officials and the three great maids. In the next few days we'll be investigating the heads of the major clans and their direct blood relatives one by one. Maid, why are you asking this, my lady?"

"It's nothing, I was just curious," Ke Yanqing said calmly, then turned and walked away slowly.

She walked unhurriedly along the Starlight Corridor, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her cool and expressionless face beneath it.

She suddenly remembered something: all these years she had been living in guilt and self-blame for accidentally killing her third brother, Ke Beiwang, and had never been freed from it.

But why is it that these past two days, that heavy feeling in my heart has lessened compared to the past?
The deeper she thought about it, the more details came to mind, and her memories of Conan became more and more illusory, as if they were about to break away and disappear at any moment.

This terrified her.

She wouldn't allow these memories to fade away.
Keyanqing looked down at the golden sparrow at her feet and said softly:
"Let's go, Little Sparrow, let's not look for our underlings yet. Let's go to the Gate of Sumeru first and complete the deal with the Abyss Saints."

Escaping is shameful, but it's useful; she doesn't want to face that fear for the time being.

With a cry, the golden sparrow turned and flew eastward.

At that moment, a pale blue light shone on the back of her hand. It was the spy she had planted next to Kovis, monitoring the every move of this restless second brother.

A pale blue light unfolded, and a message appeared: "My lady, Kovis has sent three assassins to assassinate Conan."

"!" Ke Yanqing's expression froze for a moment. He took a deep breath, controlled the golden sparrow to change direction again, and soared into the air at high speed.

In that gradually fading memory, Kovis did indeed harbor malice towards his younger brother, and even sent someone to assassinate him when his brother was 10 years old.

Unexpectedly, he still shows no remorse! A surge of inexplicable anger welled up in Ke Yanqing's heart, her expression turning icy. The next moment, she paused, wondering if her suspicions were true.
Then she had nothing to be angry about.

But what if it's fake!

(End of this chapter)