Chapter 112: Black‑Robed Little Priest, Mo Ni Er Yuan Ding

Gao Ting, a secret chamber.

As each person took their place, the atmosphere began to grow somewhat solemn.

The girl was at this moment dressed in a black priestly robe.

The oversized priestly robe draped over the girl appeared rather too baggy.

Yet the cross‑collar design highlighted the girl's astonishingly fair skin, revealing a deep cleft that gave a half‑concealed, ultimate allure.

This gave the girl's originally dignified and solemn image an indescribable forbidden beauty.

Staring at the girl before him, who exuded charm far beyond the ordinary.

Fulade Right Hand couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

She possessed the legendary succubus bloodline, after all.

The girl is named Mo Ni Er Yuan Ding, the sole direct bloodline of the Yuan Ding family.

As for why Mo Ni Er has succubus lineage, Fulade Right Hand can only conjecture that it relates to her ancestor "Qing Shou" Jia Er Si.

"Qing Shou" Jia Er Si, those who know him understand that he was among the first ancestral kings to arrive in Wei Si Te Luo.

He is also the common ancestor of most families in He Wan!

What does that mean? A walking hormone, a humanoid self‑propelled cannon, blasting wherever it goes.

His charm is indeed astonishing!

A piece of history describes it thus:

"Qing Shou" Jia Er Si not only taught people to farm, making the land fertile and abundant, but also "sowed seeds" for many women.

A single touch from him could grant infertile women the ability to bear children again, even some elderly women who had ceased menstruation.

Fulade also possessed this ability—no, Fulade Right Hand—he caused Xi Ao's wife to conceive.

(It feels odd, but that's not the point.) How does the next sentence go again:

The girl became mature before him, while the little miss turned into a menstruating maiden under his smile.

Ah, such astonishing charm.

This is why Fulade Right Hand believes that the girl Mo Ni Er likely inherited "Qing Shou" Jia Er Si's bloodline.

But the history is too ancient; Fulade Right Hand cannot verify it, so he can only judge based on these accounts.

Fulade Right Hand arrived here two years ago.

To be precise, two and a half years.

When it awakened, it spontaneously gained self‑awareness, retaining part of its original inheritance and even fragments of the Underworld Fire Demon King's memories.

To better survive in this world, the self‑aware Right Hand became a professional charlatan.

He turned Ha Lan Ti Li Er of the Ti Li Er family into his disciple, thereby influencing the entire Ti Li Er clan.

At this moment, anger flared like a wildfire.

Yi Geng rode the Black Death God Bei Le Li En, along with his two (elder) wives (younger) children, landing in Wei Si Te Luo and beginning the Tan Ge Li An family's conquest.

Meanwhile, the allied Lan Ni Si Te and Yuan Ding families joined forces to repel Yi Geng I's invasion.

Ha Lan Ti Li Er, steward of the Yuan Ding royal household in the He Wan Kingdom at that time.

With Fulade Right Hand's help and guidance, he successfully supplanted the Yuan Ding family, becoming the ruler of He Wan, guardian of the Southern Realm, and Duke of Gao Ting.

Since then, it has become the Ti Li Er family's venerated relic and the greatest hidden hand behind the scenes.

The Ti Li Er family consequently abandoned the worship of the Seven Gods, turning instead to the embrace of the so‑called Old God, the God of Blood and Fire.

As a rapid succession of footsteps echoed outside the secret chamber, Fulade Right Hand withdrew his thoughts and fell into silence.

When the chamber opened, Ha Lan Ti Li Er, now the Duke of Gao Ting, wore a solemn and respectful expression.

First he nodded to Mo Ni Er Yuan Ding, the black‑robed priestess, then led the family members in a single file.

Incidentally, Mo Ni Er and the Ti Li Er family share a considerable kinship; Mo Ni Er's grandmother is Ha Lan Ti Li Er's sister.

After a rustling murmur, a chorus of prayers began to echo within the chamber.

This is the Ti Li Er family's monthly collective prayer ceremony.

Such ceremonies began two years ago.

After the Ti Li Er family supplanted the He Wan royal Yuan Ding line, they initiated spontaneous secret rites.

At this moment, within the chamber, a beautiful and dignified woman's silhouette appeared, her complexion flushed, with a hint of bewilderment on her face.

Before this prayer ceremony, Diane Lei De Wen, the Miss of the Lei De Wen family and wife of Xi Ao Ti Li Er,

had a wildly splendid dream.

And this dream was the second she had this year.

The first occurred before her pregnancy, when she bore a child.

The second is today.

Recalling the figure from the dream, the usually dignified and aloof Lei De Wen Miss felt her legs grow weak, her face flush, and her heart race.

She dared not tell anyone about it, nor wished to.

In her mind, it was merely a beautiful fantasy—a gorgeous dream that brought her unprecedented passion.

Meanwhile, Diane Lei De Wen, silently praying alongside the others,

could not help but address the Ti Li Er family's sacred relic, the God's Right Hand.

She prayed silently: "Great God of Blood and Fire, I beseech you, let the prince from my dream appear before me again; I will offer you my most devout faith and the finest sacrifice."

Important matters, say three times.

The devoutly praying Diane Lei De Wen glanced cautiously at her husband Xi Ao, still praying silently, feeling a twinge of guilt and insecurity.

For a moment, she felt a slight shame for her recent prayer.

"What's wrong with me, just for a fanciful dream… Forget it, Mr. Jia Teng, I'd rather not see him again."

Just as everyone prayed, Diane Redwin felt forlorn.

A faint ray of light suddenly flashed in the secret chamber.

The Ti Li Er family members who were praying, stunned, quickly looked up toward the source of the light and discovered that it was the family's sacred relic, the right hand of God, undergoing an unknown transformation.

As everyone was shocked and at a loss, Mo Ni Er, the priestess, with her big eyes, gurgle, immediately exclaimed, "Ah, this is a divine miracle."

Saying that, she was the first to kneel on the ground and worship more devoutly.

In her heart, however, she muttered:

"Damn you, Jia Teng that something hand, you didn't even give me a heads‑up. Luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise this fake priestess would be in big trouble."

As Mo Ni Er knelt to worship, the Ti Li Er family members behind her also hurriedly knelt, their faces full of excitement as they worshipped.

Under everyone's gaze, the family's sacred relic placed on the altar suddenly blazed with intense light, dazzling enough to make one unable to open their eyes.

When the light faded and the crowd opened their eyes again, shocked gazes converged on the altar.

Especially Diane Redwin and the red‑robed priestess Mo Ni Er wore the most complex expressions.

The reason was that, at that moment, atop the altar where the relic had been enshrined, a tall, dignified young man emitting a hazy white glow suddenly appeared.

He hovered a foot above the altar, his deep eyes seeming able to see through hearts, emitting a faint divine aura as he silently watched the praying crowd below.

At the same time, a majestic presence filled the secret chamber, weighing on everyone's hearts, making them feel as insignificant as ants!

"You… called me? What place is this?" a puzzled expression appeared on the man's face.

As the man spoke, the people in the secret chamber finally recovered their composure.

"God, the great God of Blood and Fire! The true deity has manifested!"

Someone shouted, and the Ti Li Er family, now fully aware, again fell to their knees in unison, this time even more devout.

In the crowd, only Diane remained expressionless, not having reacted.

It wasn't until her husband Xi Ao, noticing his wife's oddness and prompting her, that she bowed again to worship! Yet Diane's heart had already been roiled by a storm.

Her fair, beautiful face, with plump red lips that trembled slightly, thought, "My god, he—he is exactly the man from my dreams, Mr. Jia Teng!"

"So… does that mean all my dreams were real!?"

She carefully lifted her head again, glanced at the man, and her heart began to thump uncontrollably.

A mournful wail rose in her mind as her body went numb, a wave of dizziness overtook her, and she couldn't help but "pass out."

Fulade looked at Diane in puzzlement, "What does that mean, what the heck is Jia Teng!?" Her expression seemed oddly familiar.

Just as Fulade, via telepathy, tried to continue probing the area, the energy projection suddenly became unstable.

Before Fulade could react to what was happening, it vanished abruptly! ……

As the crowd dispersed, in the secret chamber Mo Ni Er, clad in a black priestly robe, with a half‑spoken look and a strange expression, stared at Fulade's right hand, which claimed to be the right hand of God.

The palm, which had been limp, suddenly sprang up, shouting, "Who's ambushing me! Come out, damn it, you actually ambushed me! Sha, my head's spinning!"

"Huh, strange. I don't even have a head, yet I'm dizzy!?"

A few fingers standing on the altar wavered, looking hasty and unstable, as if they could collapse at any moment.

Mo Ni Er, seeing this, finally couldn't hold back and said, "Earlier… it really wasn't you, was it, pretending!?"

The right hand, looking bewildered, replied, "Pretend, what are you pretending? What exactly happened when you were praying just now?"

"Why do I feel… like I was smashed on the back of my head by a huge hammer, bang bang bang!"

Now it was Mo Ni Er's turn to fall silent.

"So, just now, that really was… the God of Blood and Fire!!"

It wasn't that nonsense‑loving, train‑talking fellow causing trouble.

A deep shock flashed across his eyes.

Mo Ni Er, who thought she was just a fake priestess, suddenly realized… she was a true priestess!

ps: This chapter has been edited and rewritten many times; I don't know if it suits everyone's taste.

Oh, right, the part describing Mo Ni Er in the previous chapter got a slight tweak; you can take another look.

Thanks also to fellow reader Meimo Queen Ye Ze Bei Si and An Xiong for the character inspiration.

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