Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

A slight ache ran through her head, a feeling that had persisted for a long time. Xinxia didn't know why her body was so weak. Despite becoming a mage, she always felt powerless, especially shortly after waking up.

She opened her eyes and found herself not in bed, but sitting in a wheelchair. She then realized she had stayed up too late reading the night before and had dozed off in the wheelchair.

Suddenly, a pungent odor filled her nostrils, instantly waking her. She opened her eyes wide to find herself surrounded by a large group of people. They stared at her with disbelief and wariness, as if she were some kind of monster.

"What you said really chilled our hearts," the matriarch sighed.

"How utterly vicious! Is life so worthless in your eyes? Is this the kind of method you use to eliminate all enemies on the path to the goddess?" The great sage Cynthia stared at her intently, angrily rebuking her.

"As expected, the blood of the devil flows in his veins!"

Xin Xia glanced around at the crowd and noticed that almost all the high-ranking members of the Parthenon were there. Her gaze was unusually calm; even she was surprised at her own composure in the face of such unfounded accusations. It was as if that long dream had transformed her into someone who could remain unmoved no matter what happened.

She lowered her head, searching for the source of the pungent smell.

is blood.

She saw that her hands, sleeves, and skirt were stained with bright red blood. A familiar person lay beside the wheelchair, their wide eyes filled with disbelief, their gaze still fixed on her even in death.

"I...I killed her?" Xinxia murmured to herself.

For some reason, she felt that she really had done it. She couldn't even remember why she did it, only vaguely recalling scenes of her committing the crime.

"Can you possibly forget what you did?!" Hailong roared furiously.

“Panija?” Xinxia recognized the face clearly; it was none other than the most benevolent and kind-hearted saint, Panija!

She took a deep breath, needing some time to process what was happening before her eyes.

“Panika risked her life to expose you and saved our Parthenon from a great disaster!”

"This election has been fraught with difficulties."

Asha'ruya was also in the crowd, protected by several Golden Knights. She slowly took a few steps forward, her gaze falling on Xin Xia.

Xinxia looked up and met her gaze: "Is this your masterpiece? I really appreciate it if you consider me a competitor."

Asha'ruya shook her head: "Are you Ye Xinxia?"

Xinxia didn't understand why she asked that.

Asha'ruya continued, "You never knew you had another identity, did you?"

Xinxia looked at her, completely baffled as to what Asha Ruya was talking about.

“It seems you truly do not know. This part of your soul is innocent, but the other part of your soul is unforgivable!” Asha'ruya said coldly.

……

……

After two months of secluded cultivation, Lin Lan returned to China to prepare for the Parthenon. The world is full of disasters, and Xin Xia is Lin Lan's sister. Lin Lan cannot sit idly by.

Lin Lan brought along the three totems directly, but there was no need to bring along anyone else except Mo Fan, as she didn't want to involve them.

To break through to higher levels in Earth and Shadow magic, Lin Lan re-entered the Three-Step Tower of Pearl Academy to strive for even higher levels.

With no time limit for cultivation in the Three-Step Tower, Lin Lan successfully broke through to the advanced levels of both Earth and Shadow elements. Mo Fan was also ruthless, directly reaching the advanced levels of both Summoning and Space elements.

Lin Lan and Mo Fan returned to the Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

Little Lingling was still sitting at the door reading the newspaper. Lingling had entered adolescence and had grown quite a bit taller, reaching about 1.6 meters. Her figure was also gradually taking on the outline of a girl.

Lingling looked up at Mo Fan with a strange expression.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy that we're back?" Mo Fan asked.

"I'm not comfortable saying it now. I'll explain it to you slowly when my sister comes over," Lingling said.

"What's so hard to say? Is this your first time getting your period? Hahaha, Lingling, you're a woman now..." Mo Fan laughed heartlessly.

Lingling didn't show any expression because of the joke, and didn't even glare at him like he was a hooligan.

Seeing her like this, Mo Fan quickly stopped smiling; it seemed something serious had indeed happened.

After hearing the general story, Mo Fan's aura suddenly became dangerous and violent, as if there was a tangible blood-red energy surging in the air.

Lin Lan remained relatively calm, only frowning slightly.

"Mo Fan, calm down," Tang Yue hurriedly advised.

All three could clearly feel the demonic bloodline within Mo Fan ignite instantly. Their worst fears had come true.

“There’s nothing to be calm about.” Mo Fan’s voice was as cold as ice. “If the Parthenon wants to bring about its own destruction, I don’t mind tearing it down and leveling the mountain myself.”

“At least let us finish telling you the whole story.” Tang Zhong pressed down on his shoulder.

"What else is there to say?" Mo Fan abruptly shook off his hand. "Sarang is Salang, and Xinxia is Xinxia. These are two identities that can never overlap! The Parthenon Temple actually fabricated such a ridiculous charge for the sake of the election! We've lived together since we were little. Do you think we don't know if Xinxia is capable of such things!"

Ever since Xinxia became a saintess without any obstacles, Mo Fan had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Could she be being used as a pawn?
Sure enough, with the election approaching, candidates have been getting into trouble one after another, and now it's finally Xin Xia's turn...

He's going to Greece right now to bring Xinxia back. If Parthenon and his gang dare to stop him, he won't hold back!
"Did she suffer?" Mo Fan asked, barely suppressing his anger.

"She is under house arrest in the Holy Maiden Hall of the Goddess Temple and has not been tortured yet. But the judges have already begun casting the stone of punishment," Tang Zhong said.

"I'll go now." Mo Fan turned to leave, but Leng Qing immediately blocked his way.

“Listen to us before you make a decision. Whatever choice you make, we won’t stop you, after all, this is the person you care about most. But I want you to understand the whole story first.” Leng Qing looked at him seriously, “Right now, all the evidence is extremely unfavorable to Xin Xia. If you can’t prove her innocence and forcibly take her away, you will be making an enemy of the entire Parthenon and the Holy Inquisition. This is no small matter, even if you transform into a demon, you cannot succeed.”

Mo Fan took a deep breath and forced himself to sit down: "Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say."

He wanted to see what absurd evidence the Parthenon could produce.

Xin Xia is Salang? That's the most ridiculous joke in the world.

……

After everyone finished speaking, and after the bloodstone evidence and the killing of the Holy Maiden were presented, Lin Lan spoke up: "There's no point in saying more. I have already summoned the three totems, stormed the temple, punished the mountain, and saved Xin Xia."

"Xin Xia is innocent. All that ironclad evidence and bloodstone can be forged. Only those with equal strength can protect Xin Xia." (End of Chapter)