Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 62 The Enraged Palace Masters, the Holy Alliance Undergoes a Tremend
(Thanks to Canfeng Guyue)
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After receiving Lin Chen's promise, Yuehui thanked the old man solemnly, and then led everyone away from the government office and headed towards the Demon Hunter Group's living area.

Lin Chen watched the seven people's slightly tired backs, and his heart tightened.

"No! Waiting for Old Li to come tomorrow will be too late!" Lin Chen turned around abruptly, his robes drawing a sharp arc in the air. "We need to contact the other hall masters now!"

The two guards swallowed hard as they watched Lin Chen's retreating figure.

The Holy Alliance... this is about to change the world!

...

Back in their demon-hunting hut, the evening glow streamed through the windows onto the floor.

"Commander, are we really going to get the pay we deserve?" Lu Xi asked uneasily, sitting on a wooden chair.

Yuehui stood by the window, the sunset outlining his tall and imposing figure: "Yes." He turned around with a confident smile, "And it will only be more, not less."

Two hundred thousand merits? This number did not stir up the slightest ripple in Yuehui's heart.

It should be noted that the merit points spent by Li Zhengzhi to obtain the [Embrace of Thor] for him alone amounted to more than that.

not to mention.
This was entirely the fault of the mission tower.

Plus.
The Magic Temple's protective nature is well-known.

Moonlight seemed to already see Lin Chen slamming his fist on the table, yelling that he wanted to add even more.

“By the way,” Moonbeam suddenly said, her expression turning serious as she lightly tapped her knuckles on the table, “we need to agree on a consistent story regarding Aion.”

Everyone immediately straightened their backs and focused their attention on him.

"While the Gemstone recorded the Tower of Eternity, it didn't capture us entering it." Moonlight's fingertip traced a line on the table. "If the Temple Masters ask..."

His gaze swept across everyone's eyes: "Tell them we were besieged by endless hordes of undead, stunned by a piercing howl, and when we awoke, the tower and the hordes had vanished. And then—"

He made a sealing gesture with his finger to his lips, saying, "I know nothing about it."

"Understood!" Six voices rang out simultaneously.

Since we are going to use the Tower of Eternity for training, this secret must be kept.

Yuehui clapped his hands: "Go and rest, everyone." He took Cai'er's hand and walked towards the room. "Tomorrow... there should be good news."

……

The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a warm orange-red hue.

Yuehui gently closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed with Cai'er in his arms.

"I don't want to cultivate today," he said, gently stroking Cai'er's purple hair, which was edged with gold by the sunset. "How about I just hold you and rest like this?"

Cai'er trembled slightly, her lowered eyelashes casting thin shadows on her cheeks, and she nodded, biting her lower lip lightly.

Suddenly, she reached out and pressed her hand against his chest: "It's time to take a shower." Her voice was even softer than the twilight outside the window.

"You think I'm dirty?" Moonlight chuckled and leaned closer, his breath brushing against her flushed earlobe.

Cai'er gently shook her head, her ear tips turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed: "Hot water helps with sleep," she said, her voice so soft it almost disappeared into the air.

"Yes, ma'am." Moonlight gently kissed her forehead, then turned and took out neatly folded clothes from the wardrobe.

He deliberately chose to go to the public bathroom, leaving the private bathroom in the room for Cai'er.

The moment the door closed gently, Cai'er finally couldn't hold back anymore. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, and the skin peeking out from between her fingers was as red as the sunset.

Cai'er took a deep breath and took out a chiffon nightgown she had never worn before from the depths of the wardrobe.

"This is just my duty as a girlfriend," she whispered to the empty room, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

She clutched her nightgown tightly to her chest, as if that could hide her pounding heartbeat. The bathroom door closed gently, and Cai'er leaned against it to catch her breath.

The girl in the mirror had flushed cheeks. She hurriedly turned on the tap, letting the rising steam blur her reflection in the mirror.

……

at the same time
Inside the Holy Alliance government building, Lin Chen hurriedly found Paladin Commander Han Qian, who was handling government affairs.

After hearing the whole story, Han Qian flew into a rage and smashed the solid wood desk to pieces with a single blow.

"Outrageous!" Han Qian's roar shook the windowpanes.

He immediately summoned the deputy temple masters of the six temples who were on duty in the executive government.

Inside the conference room, upon hearing that her granddaughter Chen Ying'er had narrowly escaped death, Grandma Sanshui slammed her hand on the solid wood conference table, shattering it with a loud bang. Her aged face turned terrifyingly grim.

With a "thud," Ying Suifeng's dagger pierced the wall, and his aura was so dangerous it was suffocating.

The deputy temple master of the Warrior's Temple, Kuang, stood up abruptly, his muscles bulging: "What the hell is going on? If word gets out, won't those senior members of the high-level demon hunter groups tear the Holy Alliance apart?!"

The deputy temple master of the priest's sanctuary, Ruoshui, nodded slowly, her voice icy: "They must be severely punished, otherwise the Demon Hunter system will surely collapse."

The teacup in Han Qian's hand shattered with a "crack": "Long Haochen is my grand-disciple, and by right I should avoid him—" He slammed his hand on the armrest, "but today I, Han Qian, am going to break that rule!"

"Bullshit about avoiding the situation!" Granny Sanshui slammed her cane into the ground, leaving cracks. "I'm going to protect my own! So what! This wasn't a mistake, it was premeditated murder!"

"That's right!" Lin Chen slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Moonlight is the Holy Son of our Magic Temple! This absolutely cannot be left like this! When Old Li finds out tomorrow that the quest tower almost killed his grandson—"

He gritted his teeth and said, "With that old Li's temper, he'd blow up not only the person in charge, but the entire mission tower!"

Ying Suifeng said coldly, "Add to our Assassin's Temple. Cai'er is the Saintess of Reincarnation, and everyone understands what this means for the human race. This matter must be severely punished!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Lin Chen pushed his chair back. "Let's go! Let's go do the damn mission tower right now!"

……

Yuehui was completely unaware of the storm brewing within the government.

After he finished showering, he returned, pushed open the door, and casually dried his wet purple hair with a towel in his hand.

The moment their gaze fell on Cai'er, the towel fell to the ground with a "thud"—

The girl was wearing a white chiffon nightgown that she had never seen before, with thin straps hanging on her delicate collarbone.

Under the dim light, her porcelain-white skin glowed softly, and her cheeks still had a lingering blush.

She sat upright on the bed, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt, even her toes curling slightly in tension.

"Cai'er?" Yuehui called softly.

"Hmm," Cai'er's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, "Let's...let's rest."

She shifted slightly, her hand trembling as she lifted the corner of the blanket.

Yuehui closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed those restless thoughts.

(That's good.) He thought to himself.

He gently embraced Cai'er's slender waist, and the two of them sank into the soft bed together.

A faint, lingering fragrance wafts around the tip of my nose—is it the scent of shower gel, or the unique aroma of a young girl?

The moonlight couldn't distinguish the scent, but the aroma brought him peace of mind.

Cai'er leaned quietly against Yuehui's chest, the moonlight casting swaying shadows in her eyes through the gauze curtains, filling them with indescribable emotions.

(I can't... let Brother Yuehui suffer any longer)
Having made up her mind, Cai'er slowly extended her hand.

(End of this chapter)