He was so close to killing Ding Ruijie but someone stopped him at the crucial moment.
Killing intent erupted from his body like a volcano, and he wished for nothing more than to pounce forward and kill this meddlesome fellow with a single palm strike. But this person's cultivation was deep and not inferior to Ding Ruijie's, and might even be a level higher than Ding Ruijie's, so he might not be able to defeat him.
"Who are you?!" Chu Li took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He stared coldly at the middle-aged man in white.
The white-clothed man said indifferently, "Zhu Hua of the Pavilion of Heavenly Mysteries."
After saying that, he looked up at the gradually condensing thunderclouds in the sky and turned to look at Ding Ruijie, who was on the verge of collapse. He shook his head regretfully and said in a deep voice, "No matter who you are, you can't kill Miss Ding. Goodbye!"
With that, he tugged at Ding Ruijie's sleeve and fluttered away.
Chu Li was enraged. His figure flashed and stood in front of the two.
The thunderclouds in the sky formed and were about to descend.
Zhu Huaxuan disappeared before Chu Li's eyes and reappeared a hundred meters away in the next moment. Like a stream of light, he disappeared into the forest in an instant. Chu Li hurriedly used the Omniscient Mirror to observe, but he could not find anything.
Chu Li felt wronged. Once Ding Ruijie escaped, she would definitely look for Sun Mingyue and he would be finished.
He raised his head to look at the thunderclouds that were slowly dispersing. It was obvious that Zhu Hua had used the Heaven Deceiving Technique as well, which was why he was able to hide Ding Ruijie from his Omniscient Mirror. However, even if he could not see them, Chu Li could still use his tracking skill to follow them closely.
Unfortunately, Zhu Hua's Light-body Technique was powerful. He could cross dozens of feet in one step and leave no trace. Even if Chu Li could follow him, he was far behind. He could not catch up with the Heaven Deceiving Script so he could only give up.
He stood on top of a mountain and looked at the direction where Ding Ruijie and the others disappeared. His face was gloomy as he thought of a plan.
He could not kill Ding Ruijie so he had to think of another way. Things did not always go his way. At most, he would be hunted by the Holy Church of Light and he would have to hide.
—
It was noon. The Divine Light Basilica was unusually bright. The light from the mountains illuminated the basilica.
Sun Mingyue sat behind the table and quickly read through the files.
She wore a white gown and a white veil covered her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes. Her gaze was clear and deep, and her white gown could not conceal her graceful figure. She sat there with her back straight, elegant and proud.
Du Ying, who was dressed in a green tunic, walked in quietly and curtsied. "Saint, I've received news that a disciple from the Prophecy Pavilion is requesting an audience at the foot of the Great Light Peak."
"The Pavilion of Divination?" Sun Mingyue put down the scroll and raised her head to look at her.
Du Ying replied softly, "Yes, Ding Ruijie."
"It's her!" Sun Mingyue frowned.
She got up and walked down the steps. She paced back and forth in front of the table with her hands behind her back, her eyes sparkling.
Ding Ruijie was Liang Yinge's master, and she was inextricably linked to the Prophecy Pavilion. Up until now, she had not been able to find out what exactly their relationship was, but it was not wrong to say that she was a disciple of the Prophecy Pavilion.
Liang Yinge had died at the hands of Zhao Dahe. Could it be that Ding Ruijie wanted the Holy Church of Light to hand over Zhao Dahe?
"Where's Zhao Dahe?" she asked in a deep voice.
Du Ying replied awkwardly, "I don't know."
Sun Mingyue's eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of frost. She asked coldly, "Did our people stop Ding Ruijie?"
She had sent people to look for Ding Ruijie in order to hold her back. Now that Ding Ruijie was at the foot of the Great Light Peak, it was obvious that the masters had failed to hold her back. Zhao Dahe was in danger!
Du Ying shook her head. "I heard that Ding Ruijie is very cunning. She's very quiet, so we can't find her."
"She didn't go to Gale Branch?"
"When I went to Gale Branch, Ding Ruijie was already there, and Zhao Dahe had left."
"…" Sun Mingyue took a deep breath and did not say anything else.
She was infuriated, but she did not lose her temper. These old men did not care about Ding Ruijie or Zhao Dahe's life at all just because their cultivation levels were high. Hence, they did not care about Ding Ruijie at all.
If anything happened to Zhao Dahe, these old men would not be able to live a good life!
"… Why does she want to see me?"
"She said she has something to say to the Saint."
"… Let her come up," Sun Mingyue said coldly.
"Yes." Du Ying agreed and hesitated for a moment. "Saint, what about Junior Brother Zhao …"
"It depends on his luck," Sun Mingyue said.
She could not tell what was going on with Chu Li. Logically, he was not dead, but Ding Ruijie was still here. Zhao Dahe must not be having a good time. He might have been crippled and captured by Ding Ruijie.
Du Ying pursed her lips and slowly nodded before leaving the Divine Light Basilica.
After a while, Du Ying fluttered back and curtsied. "Saint, she refused to go up the mountain."
Sun Mingyue frowned. "Why?"
"She's very arrogant. She said she has something to say to the Saint, and it's up to you whether you want to or not." Du Ying scoffed.
Sun Mingyue thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, I'll go down the mountain and listen to her."
"Saint —!" Du Ying was displeased. "Who are you and who is she? How can you do this!"
"It's fine," Sun Mingyue said. "She has the secret skill of the Prophecy Pavilion. She might have something important to say."
"… Alright." Du Ying said, "But she's not our friend, she's our enemy. She might be up to no good!"
"I understand." Sun Mingyue nodded.
She walked away with light steps, and Du Ying could only follow behind her unwillingly.
Both of them were extremely fast. In a short while, they arrived at the foot of the Great Light Peak and arrived at a gazebo beside the forest.
A middle-aged woman in white was already sitting in the gazebo. She was still charming, and she was sitting coldly by the stone table. She held a cup of tea in her hand and stood there motionlessly like a statue.
When Sun Mingyue and Du Ying arrived at the gazebo, they sized up the middle-aged woman in white.
Sun Mingyue fist saluted. "Greetings, Senior Ding."
Ding Ruijie glanced at her. "You flatter me. I'm here to look for you because there's something I must tell you."
"Senior Ding, please speak," Sun Mingyue said.
Ding Ruijie said, "It's about the Holy Church of Light's luck."
Sun Mingyue was stunned. "The Holy Church's luck?"
Ding Ruijie nodded slowly. "I accidentally saw the Holy Church of Light's luck. It's not good."
"Senior Ding, please explain." Sun Mingyue fist saluted. "What's wrong with the Holy Church's luck?"
"From my observation, the Holy Church of Light's destruction is imminent," Ding Ruijie said in a low voice.
Sun Mingyue asked, "When will it be destroyed?"
"Within ten years," Ding Ruijie said.
"Why?" Sun Mingyue asked without batting an eyelid.
Ding Ruijie said, "Because of the successor. If you want to avoid the Holy Church of Light's destruction, you must resign and choose someone else to be the Saint."
"So, I'm a scourge?" Sun Mingyue smiled faintly with a hint of a smile in her eyes.
"… Yes." Ding Ruijie nodded slowly. "Forgive me for being blunt, but you and the Holy Church of Light are incompatible. If you become the Saint, it won't be good for you and the Holy Church. It's better for you to separate."
"Interesting." Sun Mingyue's smile widened. She shook her head. "Senior Ding's Divination is really amazing! … Alright, I understand. "
"If you don't want the Holy Church of Light to be destroyed, you must resign as soon as possible!" Ding Ruijie said. "That's all I have to say. Goodbye!"
She got up and fluttered away.
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