Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 8: Reencounter with Cai'er, Mage Number One?
The following day, at the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Grounds.

Yuehui sat upright in the first row of the mage section, with Lin Xin, who was unusually serious, beside her.

According to the rules, only fifth-tier powerhouses are entitled to sit in the front row and have a bye in the first round, so the huge area only had the two of them.

In the arena, two fourth-tier mages are engaged in a fierce duel.

Those who pass the test and arrive in the Holy City are all elites from their respective branch halls, and the battle scenes are quite spectacular.

Lin Xin turned his head, his eyes filled with curiosity and probing, and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Yuehui, what level of cultivation have you reached? Tell me."

As a genius secretly nurtured by Li Zhengzhi and King Yueye since childhood, Yuehui's cultivation progress has always been a mystery.

But being able to sit in the first seat of the first row means that his strength has reached at least the second level of the fifth rank, or even... higher.

Yuehui paused for a moment, then, thinking that she would have to show her strength in the upcoming competition, she said calmly, "I just broke through to the sixth rank yesterday."

Lin Xin: "...?"

He choked violently, almost jumping up from his seat. He quickly covered his mouth and coughed several times before he recovered.

"No, brother, how old are you? Sixth rank?!" Lin Xin's eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly.

Moonlight shrugged, offering no further explanation.

His cultivation speed was indeed far beyond that of ordinary people—a single pill could increase an ordinary mage's internal spiritual power by ten points, while he could increase it by thirty points. In addition, his special physique and extremely low drug tolerance allowed him to take even more pills to aid his cultivation.

His drug resistance was also extraordinary, which led to the miracle of reaching level six at the age of fifteen.

This may be due to the blessing of divine favoritism, or the hidden benefits of the Moon Demon bloodline.

Lin Xin took a deep breath, covered his face, and sighed, "Forget it, I'm not watching anymore. It's so frustrating to compare yourself to others... Why aren't you from one of the other temples? If I could team up with you in a demon-hunting squad, I'd win without even lifting a finger!"

After saying that, he stood up, patted Yuehui on the shoulder, and left the trial area with a look of grief and indignation.

(No, I need to go brew some medicine to soothe my fragile heart...)
Watching Lin Xin's departing figure, Yuehui suddenly touched the tip of her nose as if she had remembered something.

(I almost forgot, I'm also a spy for the Moon Demon Clan.)

(Wouldn't it be too conspicuous to display my spirit wings during the competition?)

……

After Lin Xin left, Yue Hui watched several more matches attentively before getting up and leaving the trial area.

Moonlight walked alone back to the hotel, still mentally rehearsing the construction of the new magic.

Suddenly, a crisp "tap tap" sound came from ahead, interrupting his thoughts.

Looking up, the moonlight revealed a young girl standing in the middle of the street.

She had long, light purple hair just like his, simply tied back, the strands swaying gently in the evening breeze.

On one hand, the veil concealed her delicate face, revealing only a pair of grayish-white eyes—eyes that were empty and lifeless, as if shrouded in a perpetual mist.

The girl's bamboo cane tapped the ground gently, making a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet street.

She walked slowly but steadily, as if the darkness was something she was already used to.

Yuehui's steps unconsciously stopped.

(Purple hair...blind girl...is it her?)

Yuehui took a few steps forward and said softly, "Long time no see."

Saint Cheryl's bamboo cane stopped abruptly, and she tilted her head slightly: "We...know each other?"

“It’s really heartbreaking,” Moonlight sighed, “I used to hold you when you were little.”

The girl froze, a long-buried memory suddenly becoming clear—five years ago, outside Bright Moon City, the one who unleashed lightning with silver coins.
"Are you the sister who uses silver coins?" she blurted out.

"It's my brother!" Yuehui corrected for the umpteenth time, her tone filled with familiar helplessness.

Beneath the veil, Saint Cher's lips unconsciously curved upwards. It had been a long time since she had spoken to anyone like this, yet now she seemed to have opened a floodgate of words: "You're also here to participate in the Demon Hunter selection?"

Moonlight nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect to run into you here."

His gaze fell on Saint Cher's unfocused eyes, and his tone unconsciously softened. The words "these years" were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

“I’ve been doing very well these past few years,” Saint Cher said calmly, tapping her bamboo cane lightly on the ground.

"Can you take me home?" she suddenly asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

“Of course,” Moonlight replied immediately, then hesitated for a moment, “But where do you live?”

"Go forward 76 zhang, turn right 38 zhang, then turn left 23 zhang, and you'll be there."

Saint Cheryl's answer was startlingly precise, and her tone was as calm as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

Upon hearing this, Yuehui's heart skipped a beat.

This precise distance description, down to the zhang (a unit of length), instantly made him realize just how much effort this girl had put in to remember the route so accurately after losing her sight.

(The Reincarnation Furnace is truly harmful.)
Unfortunately, to eliminate the side effects of the Reincarnation Furnace, one needs to reach at least the demigod level, that is, the level of the Necromancer Saint God, Elex.

With his current strength, even if he wanted to help the girl in front of him, he was willing but unable to.

Just as Yuehui was lost in thought, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out to him.

"Thank you for your help." Saint Cher's voice remained calm, but her slightly trembling fingertips betrayed her inner nervousness.

This is probably the first time she has actively sought help from others since she lost her sight.

"No trouble at all." Yuehui quickly composed herself and carefully took the hand.

As his palm enveloped those slender fingers, a strange sensation instantly washed over him.

Saint Cher's hands were softer than he had imagined, her skin as smooth as silk, yet with a cool warmth unique to a young girl.

The touch sent a jolt through Yuehui's heart, and she found herself reluctant to let go.

...

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Cai'er suddenly stopped and said, "We're here."

Looking up at the moonlight, I saw an elegantly decorated hotel.

He then realized that he had been so absorbed in the sensation he had just experienced that he hadn't even noticed how long the journey had been.

"We've arrived so quickly?" Yuehui reluctantly let go of his hand, as if the delicate touch still lingered in his palm.

"Good luck in tomorrow's match," Cai'er suddenly said.

Yuehui was slightly taken aback—how did she know her schedule?
But she quickly smiled and said, "Yes, you too."

As he turned to leave, Cai'er's clear, cold voice came from behind him: "Sister Yuehui, brother, my name is Cai'er."

Yuehui turned around abruptly, but the girl was nowhere to be seen on the empty street behind her.

……

The next day.

Mage section.

"Master Number Sixty-Five!"

The referee's booming voice echoed across the training ground.

When his gaze fell on the contestant whose number he held, a hint of sympathy unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"Mage Number One!"

In the stands, a young female mage who had just stood up froze upon hearing the number.

She turned her head in disbelief to look at the head of the first row—where a purple-haired boy was slowly standing up.

"Why am I so unlucky!"

(End of this chapter)