Chapter 2397: Affection of the Evil God's Faith 02

Then Jin Chen did not deny Sai Miu er's call.

In silence, that illusory figure gradually solidified beside Sai Miu er, like mist condensing into shape.

A slender, perfect hand, as if carved from the finest jade, with a cool touch, lightly pressed against Sai Miu er's brow, which was slightly heated from excitement.

"My follower, why are you grieving?"

A low, pleasant voice sounded, carrying a power to soothe the heart, like an electric current instantly coursing through Sai Miu er's entire body.

Feeling that gentle touch on his brow, he trembled uncontrollably, the flutter in his heart a hundred times stronger than when facing the cold statue.

The more he sensed the reality of the divine trace, the more fearful his heart became.

Would those dirty thoughts deep in his soul, those belonging to the Abyss, be seen through at a glance by the omnipotent Father God?

Sai Miu er anxiously bit his crimson lower lip, leaving a faint mark, barely suppressing the sob in his throat.

He uttered a whisper filled with endless reverence: "Father God... thank you for your grace and compassion..."

Facing Jin Chen's gaze, Sai Miu er lifted his pure, unstained white pupils, looking up at the divine with his whole heart, staring dazedly at Jin Chen's hazy silhouette: "Will you allow me, the lowly one, to continue believing in you and serving you?"

"Such an obedient look."

Jin Chen's heart felt filled, swelling and soft, and he couldn't help but gently brush his fingertip across Sai Miu er's jade‑smooth cheek.

Seeing the fair skin quickly blush a pale pink from his touch, a satisfied smile flickered in Jin Chen's eyes.

"Of course." His answer was a divine edict.

The light and shadow leaned forward slightly, an extremely restrained, almost illusory embrace lightly encircling Sai Miu er.

Jin Chen could feel the body in his arms trembling more violently, and he worried that Sai Miu er's soul could not bear this strand of condensed divine power, so he dared not linger.

"Eat it."

Sai Miu er seemed to hear the Father God's command again.

He extended his slightly trembling fingers, pinched two soft petals, and placed them in his mouth.

The petals melted upon entry, turning into a warm current with a strange floral fragrance that slid into his throat.

——

In the dim morning light, Sai Miu er walked across the cold stone tiles of the temple corridor toward the prayer hall.

He held a faint smile at the corners of his lips, as if soaking in a warm spring, and even the radiant power he emitted seemed softer than usual.

Bu Lan Wen was already waiting at the hall's entrance.

He sensed the unusual, almost satiated aura surrounding Sai Miu er, and felt a hint of doubt.

Bu Lan Wen stepped forward, his usual concerned smile on his face, yet unable to hide his inquiry: "Sai Miu er, did you rest well last night? Looking at your complexion, did something good happen?"

Sai Miu er's lip curve tightened, he shook his head: "Nothing happened, Bu Lan Wen."

Yet a tiny voice in his heart leapt with joy: this was his secret with the Father God, his alone.

He would not let Bu Lan Wen find out.

The two entered the spacious prayer hall side by side.

Bu Lan Wen glanced at Sai Miu er several times, trying to find any clues.

He spoke as if casually, his voice especially clear in the silent hall: "Sai Miu er, if you can't calm your heart, the Father God will notice during prayer. Sai Miu er, you today… seem rather different?"

Upon hearing this, Sai Miu er unconsciously lifted his fingertip and lightly touched his own brow.

There still lingered that cool, gentle touch.

He lowered his eyelids, dense silver lashes casting small shadows on his fair face, his voice soft with delight.

"Perhaps… the Father God will not blame me."

That remark came out of nowhere, yet it stirred a strange unease in Bu Lan Wen's heart.

He frowned, wanting to ask more, when hurried footsteps sounded from outside the hall.

A senior martial artist stood respectfully at the door, delivering the archbishop's order:

The consort of Prince Li Ang of the imperial family had just given birth to a pair of twins.

The future crown prince will be chosen from the two young princes; the Prince himself will come to the temple, requesting the archbishop send two highly regarded junior priests to bestow the blessings of the Light God upon the newborns.

The two had no choice but to stop praying and follow the martial artist to the archbishop's council chamber.

Prince Li Ang, dressed in regal princely attire, was conversing with Archbishop Xi Li Er.

Upon seeing Sai Miu er and Bu Lan Wen enter, the Prince's gaze was instantly drawn.

Sai Miu er's striking appearance caused even the Prince, accustomed to beauties, to momentarily lose himself.

He was clean, pure, and beautiful, indeed like a masterpiece personally blessed by the gods.

However, the Prince's gaze lingered a moment on Sai Miu er's overly perfect face before finally settling on Bu Lan Wen.

"Priest Bu Lan Wen," the Prince said with approval, "the light power on you is so pure and gentle; you must be one of the Father God's most favored believers. By granting blessings to my children through you, they will be protected and grow up safe."

Bu Lan Wen pressed his lips just right, showing a shy, modest smile, and bowed slightly: "It is my honor."

At the same time, Bu Lan Wen couldn't help feeling a little proud.

His light power was purer than Sai Miu er's; perhaps… the Father God would truly favor him more.

The Prince turned to Sai Miu er, his tone polite but noticeably more distant: "Priest Sai Miu er, in five days the imperial carriage will come to fetch you both; please prepare."

Sai Miu er gave a cold nod, his thin lips pressed tight, saying nothing.

Before outsiders, he was always like this.

Yet at this moment, beneath his calm exterior, Sai Miu er's inner self surged with fierce rebuttal.

"No, it's not like that."

The Father God has never descended for Bu Lan Wen, not even as a phantom.

Sai Miu er even wondered…

"Why can't it be only me? Why can't the Father God's gaze fall solely on me?"

This thought was so obsessive that as soon as it arose, it frightened Samuel so much his fingertip twitched.

He instinctively gripped his own knuckles hard, using that slight pain to dispel this horrible blasphemous thought.

After seeing off the prince, the two of them should have immediately returned to the prayer hall to finish the interrupted morning prayer.

But the accumulated holy magic power of recent days had already faintly swollen inside Samuel's body.

For his body that simultaneously holds light and darkness, the excess pure light power began to cause a hidden pain.

Suddenly, a warm and dazzling golden ray of light burst forth with no warning from the rose petal that had silently slipped from his sleeve.

Immediately the golden light spread and expanded, gently yet domineeringly enveloping Samuel's entire person.

Ah!

Brandon's eyes stung from the sudden strong light; he cried out, instinctively stepped back half a pace, and raised his arm to shield his eyes.

Bishop Cyril also widened his eyes in shock.

That light was too pure, too holy, making these clergy who had long served the deity feel a burning pain in their eyes, unable to look directly.

This... this is...

Brandon's voice trembled, "Bishop Sir, what is happening?!"

Bishop Cyril murmured weakly, his aged voice trembling with excitement, "... It is the Father God... it is the Father God's grace! The blessing of the Light God!"