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This was the first time she was in the spotlight. Su Xiyao was startled by their enthusiasm. She grabbed the lion's fur and whispered, "Is the Saint Female so popular? With this kind of treatment, someone who didn't know would think she was some leading figure from the imperial capital who had returned."

Jin Yang's deep voice rang out, "Well, the Holy Female's status is comparable to that of the High Priest and the Beast King."

Yo ho!

So awesome!

Su Xiyao suddenly felt full of confidence. She raised her chin slightly, waved her hands at everyone, and showed a standard smile.

“Ahhh! The Holy Lady!!!”

Sure enough, it caused a stronger response, especially from the group of male orcs, who whistled and cheered even louder.

woo woo woo...

The sound of a horn was heard in the distance, and the orcs in the imperial capital stopped cheering and knelt on one knee respectfully to salute.

Su Xiyao looked up and saw an armored elephant strutting down the long street. A golden sedan chair was placed on its back, and a man in a black robe was sitting on it. His handsome face was expressionless, and his pair of dark red eyes were staring at Su Xiyao brightly.

"Meet the high priest!"

All the orcs shouted in unison.

Another sedan chair was carried out from the side, and sitting inside it was a middle-aged man with a dignified look. A handsome young man followed beside him and helped him get off the sedan chair.

"Meet the Beast King!"

All the orcs shouted again.

"The Holy Lady? This is the Holy Lady?"

The Beast King Lingjia saw Su Xiyao at a glance. He immediately walked towards her with high spirits and personally helped her down to the ground.

Su Xiyao introduced herself politely, "Hello, Beast King, my name is Su Xiyao."

"Su Xiyao?"

The young man looked Su Xiyao up and down in surprise, and asked in confusion, "Is this the Su Xiyao I imagined? The youngest daughter of the Spirit Fox clan?"

Su Xiyao said calmly, "Yes, it's me."

"This……"

"What's wrong?"

Lingjia frowned, realizing something was wrong.

"Su Xiyao! How dare you return to the Imperial Capital? You killed my daughter. Weren't you already expelled from the Imperial Capital? Why did you transform into a Saint Female? Are you deceiving the Beast King? How audacious!"

A middle-aged man with white hair rushed out from the crowd. He wanted to pounce on Su Xiyao with great momentum. Jin Yang quickly transformed into a human form and pushed the man down.

"Father, father!"

The eyes of several young white-haired men suddenly turned red and they rushed over. The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Su Xiyao frowned, raised her hand and exerted her mental power, and the white-haired men all maintained a strange posture and were fixed in place.

"This, this, this..."

Ling Jia was stunned. He looked at Su Xiyao with doubt and asked cautiously, "Is this the Saint Female's talent?"

"Correct!"

Su Xiyao glanced at them with disdain. "Are your guards dead? Shouldn't they be the first to intervene when a commotion like this occurs? Their vigilance is even worse than that of the orcs from the Dark Night Wolf Tribe."

"...That's because the other party is the patriarch of the Linghe clan, so they didn't dare to take action."

The young man scratched his head and explained that he had seen Su Xiyao freeze people with a wave of her hand. Although he still had doubts in his heart, he believed that she was the Holy Female.

"So you are from the Linghe clan."

Su Xiyao also guessed it. She withdrew her hand, and the male orc of the Linghe clan immediately regained his freedom of movement, but his expression was still stiff.

They didn't expect that Su Xiyao really had talent. For a moment, they didn't dare to step forward to provoke her and just stared at her with angry eyes.

"Su Xiyao, I don't care if you're a saint or not. You've caused my daughter to be in a coma until now. You shouldn't have returned to the imperial capital. If you come back, I will definitely avenge my daughter!"

The leader of the Linghe clan was pinned to the ground and kept shouting.

Ling Jia held his forehead and said helplessly, "Patriarch Jiang Heng is too emotional. Send him back home to recuperate."

"Wait!"

Su Xiyao tried to stop them. Facing Jiang Heng's hateful gaze, she sighed softly and said firmly, "Believe it or not, I didn't push Jiang Ling. I'm not the real culprit."

"What? You're telling me now it wasn't you? Do you think I'll believe it?"

Jiang Heng sneered, "There are only two females in our Linghe clan, and we have always treated them like treasures. Jiang Ling is my only daughter. If you want her life, you want mine. I will not let you off easily, nor will I let your father's clan off easily."

"What did you do to my father?"

Su Xiyao figured out the trick, and her eyes gradually turned cold. "As the leader of the Linghe clan, don't you have any brains? Just because I was at the place where Jiang Ling fell off the cliff, you can conclude that I pushed her down? Have you investigated it?"

"Do we need to investigate this? It's clearly you who asked Jiang Ling to go to the cliff!"

"Did you see me dating her?"

"No...no!"

"Who saw it?"

"It's...it's Su Jingjing. Your sister Su Jingjing said that you and Jiang Ling have an appointment to meet."

"What a coincidence! It was Su Jingjing who told me that Jiang Ling asked me to meet her on the edge of the cliff."

Su Xiyao smiled slightly, and her cold gaze slowly moved towards Su Jingjing who had arrived late, shocking her so much that she got goosebumps all over her body.

Jiang Heng questioned, "Su Jingjing, tell me, was it Su Xiyao who asked Jiang Ling out?"

"Yes, it is."

Su Jingjing lowered her head and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"What else do you have to say? Stop lying here."

"It's Su Jingjing who lied, what does it have to do with me?"

Su Xiyao strategized, "Why did Su Jingjing arrive just as Jiang Ling fell off the cliff? Did she know I was going to push Jiang Ling? And she brought everyone here at just the right moment?"

They were all confused and didn't expect that Su Xiyao, who had returned as a saint, would be so eloquent.

When Su Xiyao was captured, she could only cry and repeatedly shout "It's not me, it's really not me", and she couldn't say a single word in defense, otherwise she wouldn't have been expelled from the imperial capital so easily.

"High Priest, what do you say?"

Su Xiyao suddenly threw the question to the high priest, and all the orcs gasped. They didn't expect Su Xiyao to be so brave.

"Doesn't the high priest have the gift of foresight? If so, wouldn't it be enough to ask the high priest to predict whether Jiang Ling will wake up and identify the future murderer?"

When these words were spoken, no one dared to breathe.

Ling Jia couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead and looked at the high priest on the elephant's back. He still had no expression on his face, but his dark red eyes were filled with deep meaning.

"It's really audacious, audacious!"

Jiang Heng, who was so aggressive just now, shuddered, a layer of cold sweat on his back, and kept muttering to himself.