Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

Inside the luxurious hall, the two sat facing the gate of the celestial palace, leaning against a stone platform.

The woman sitting there had eyebrows like distant mountains shrouded in mist, a straight spine, and a long, slender neck like a swan stretching its neck. Even sitting quietly, her graceful figure was undeniable.

The girl leaning against the woman had her eyes closed, her nose was straight and delicate, her lips were like cinnabar, and her face was flushed (from drinking tea). Her slender fingers rested relaxed on her blue palace dress.

One is serene, the other bright and cheerful; both are pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, the person who suddenly barged into the hall had a furrowed brow and was not in the mood to appreciate it at all.

"Why is she like this?!" Seeing Jiang Shiyuan fall into a coma, Lin Qiye rushed over without thinking, his voice anxious.

Jialan was deep in thought when Lin Qiye's sudden shout startled her. She frowned and replied, "She drank the peach dew and got drunk."

Lin Qiye: “?”

He paused, staring at Jiang Shiyuan's face with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

I thought Jiang Shiyuan's condition meant something had happened, but now I'm telling him it wasn't an injury or an accident, but that he was just drunk.

"Judging from her condition, that's certainly the case. She's alright, no need to worry." Yang Jian walked slowly behind, reaching out to pat Lin Qiye's shoulder lightly.

Lin Qiye naturally believed Yang Jian's words, but just to be on the safe side, he used his spiritual power to carefully examine Jiang Shiyuan's body and found that her condition was not bad. Apart from being unconscious, she had no wounds.

The anxiety in my heart was immediately relieved.

Lin Qiye's expression softened, leaving only a helpless feeling of being both amused and exasperated.

"Sorry, I was so nervous. How much did she drink?"

"One cup." Jialan, who was supporting the person, looked even more helpless than he did.

"Only one cup?" Lin Qiye was taken aback by the number, his lips twitching wildly, and he said dryly, "That's good..."

Between the two helpless people, and Jiang Shiyuan, who was lost in her own fantasy and oblivious to everything, Lin Qiye didn't know what to say. He sighed and took her in.

It's a shame he was so worried about her.

Since both the [Qingyuan Dharma Form] and the [Qitian Dharma Form] are Dharma Form-type supernatural powers, they are based on the same principle. Therefore, for Lin Qiye, who had some understanding of this type of supernatural power, learning them was not difficult.

Under Yang Jian's dedicated instruction, he quickly grasped the essentials of the "Qingyuan Dharma Form".

After practicing for a while, he was still worried about Jiang Shiyuan going to deal with the Queen Mother of the West alone, so he stopped practicing and wanted to come and check on her.

Yang Jian had no objection to this, and even offered to come along to support and embolden Lin Qiye when he saw that Lin Qiye was worried.

Anyway, he had already taught the Divine Power Sect to Lin Qiye.

To master the two supernatural abilities, a lot of time and practice are needed. He can't help with that; Lin Qiye has to do it himself. There's no rush.

Lin Qiye knew that having Yang Jian around would indeed save a lot of trouble, so he thanked Yang Jian without ceremony, and the two set off immediately.

After rushing along the way, the two finally arrived at the palace where the Queen Mother of the West's maids were. However, Lin Qiye never expected that upon arrival, he would see Jiang Shiyuan with her eyes closed, unconscious.

In the end, she was just drunk.

Fortunately, she was just drunk.

but……

Now that he knew Jiang Shiyuan was alright, Lin Qiye's feverish mind calmed down, and his rationality gradually returned.

He recalled the scene he saw when he first entered the main hall.

Although both of them were women, and he shouldn't make malicious assumptions, Lin Qiye felt that the way they looked at Jiang Shiyuan was just strange.

Under normal circumstances, does one woman need to look at another woman so seriously and carefully?

Holding someone in your arms and gazing at them intently creates a scene with an inexplicable tenderness.

Is this right? !

"The Peach Dew is very mild, don't worry, she'll wake up in about an incense stick's time." Feeling the gaze directed at him again, Jialan stood up, rubbed his temples, and explained helplessly.

“That’s right, she just can’t withstand the spiritual energy of the Peach Dew. Once she’s absorbed it, she’ll be able to break free.” Yang Jian nodded in agreement.

"I understand." Lin Qiye nodded silently.

Aside from Jiang Shiyuan herself, no one knew that her Zhuang Zhou passive skill, [Natural Will], was a passive ability; if she wanted to, no one could control her.

At this moment, she was simply being 'supported' by spiritual energy, and was voluntarily immersing herself in fantasy.

……