Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 256 — As the saying goes, men are like clothes, and sisters are like limbs!

Until, a purple scythe, appearing out of nowhere, struck it with a tiny blow, and it finally fell silent...

Withdrawing her right hand from Yueyue's head, Qian Lingyun casually picked up a small stool and sat down next to Wu Yun and Wu Yu. She stared intently at Bai Yuan, whose face was ashen, unpacked a bag of snacks, and gestured, "Go on! And then what?"

Bai Yuan, the High Priest, frowned deeply, suppressing the urge to punch someone, and said coldly, "Holy Maiden, don't go too far! How dare you treat my tragic and painful experience like a spectator's spectacle! My heart aches so much!"

"You won't tell, huh? Fine, don't tell then!" Qian Lingyun waved her hand lazily, looking uninterested, and got up to leave, but Wu Yu and Wu Yun, who were chewing on wolf eyes, were unhappy.

The two women held Bai Yuan's arms tightly on either side, calling out repeatedly:

"Tell us! Tell us! We won't let go until you tell us!"

"Let go, how old are you two!" Bai Yuan retorted with a dark face.

They seemed to have some resistance to the inexplicable intimacy between the two eccentric Contra warriors.

"Twenty! What's wrong?" Wu Yu pouted and answered in a hoarse voice.

"Twenty...that's so young..." Bai Yuan rubbed her forehead with a slight sigh, looking at the three girls in front of her who were much younger than her but whose cultivation levels were all outrageous. In the end, she couldn't resist their curiosity.

In the end, all he could do was gaze at the blue sky and sigh softly, "Oh well, it's nothing to be ashamed of anyway! I'm just telling you this as a lesson!"

Gradually, Bai Yuan's gaze followed her thoughts back to several decades ago...

That year, she was thirty-eight, and so was Mei Douluo.

That's right, still charming at thirty-eight...

"Hu Mei and I are about the same age, she's only a month or two older than me! We've been friends since we were little!"

Before Bai Yuan could finish speaking, Qian Lingyun, who was cracking sunflower seeds in her mouth, spat out the shells and couldn't help but ask:

"Since you've been friends since childhood, why are you a worshipper and she an elder? And her maternal grandfather is also a worshipper..."

Bai Yuan rolled her eyes upwards, pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "Oh, then we have to start from the previous generation!"

"Hu Mei's mother is the eldest niece of the second or third venerable one, but her father was the previous Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Church."

"Her mother died shortly after giving birth to Hu Mei, and Hu Mei's father raised her. So, wouldn't Hu Mei be a native elder of the Holy Spirit Church?"

"But you still haven't said why you're an offering!" Wu Yu mumbled, gnawing on a spiced chicken claw.

"Oh right, why?!"

Wu Yun and Qian Lingyun nodded in unison, seemingly also curious about this.

"I'm a worshipper because my father did the same when he was alive! I'm following in my father's footsteps!"

Bai Yuan was getting annoyed by being interrupted repeatedly. She rubbed her hands together impatiently and said, "If you keep interrupting me like this, I'm not going to talk anymore!"

"No, let's be quiet, please continue!" Wu Yun took a couple of bites of the pickled chicken feet, frowned and smacked her lips, then snatched the spiced chicken feet from Wu Yu's hand and started eating them.

"Where was I... Oh, right, thirty-eight years old!" Bai Yuan patted her forehead and continued her story:

"When I was young, I wasn't interested in anything except dissecting corpses and making strange things. Even in the Holy Spirit Cult, people like me with unique hobbies weren't popular."

"But Hu Meizi needs no introduction; she's been carefree and elegant since she was twelve..."

Qian Lingyun then asked, "Can I understand 'vixen' as a nickname you gave to the Eighth Elder?"

"That was just a nickname, like the nickname she gave me, 'White Iris.' It's just a habitual way of saying it!"

"Then your relationship is indeed quite good! It's like how sisters address each other." Wu Yu spat out two pieces of bone, stroked the top of Wu Yu's head, and murmured, "Just like how I sometimes call her Xiao Yu!"

"Hmm," Wu Yu nodded in deep agreement.

"Sisters...hehe, I guess so!" Bai Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly and said:

"That year, I met a Soul Master who impressed me. His strength and talent were barely acceptable, and we even had some things in common!"

"He pursued me first, so I accepted! After that, I went back to doing what I used to do! I did dissections in the morning, concocted medicines in the afternoon, and read books in the evening..."

"Until one afternoon, my soul-guiding cauldron for alchemy broke down, so I went home early!"

"When I opened the door, I happened to see that vixen and that heartless man deeply in love..."

Bai Yuan slammed his fist heavily against a tree trunk, sending large swaths of leaves crashing down with the broken trunk, covering the three gossiping listeners in a pile of leaves.

The three of them stopped gnawing on their Kun claws, sat blankly on the ground staring intently at Bai Yuan's moving lips, swallowed nervously and expectantly, and asked in unison, "And then?"

"Judging from their flustered state, they seemed quite surprised by my sudden arrival. The vixen ran off without even having time to put on her clothes, while the man was quite nonchalant, laying everything out in the open."

He said I was a puppet only interested in corpses, unlike a seductive vixen!

"I see. Then it's true that the Eighth Elder did something wrong..." Qian Lingyun sighed, her eyes lowered.

"No, the vixen doesn't know I'm engaged to him, because my daily routine has never changed, even though I've already written her name on the invitation, asking her to be my bridesmaid..."

"Ah..." Qian Lingyun put down the bone in her hand and sighed, "So, it was a misunderstanding..."

"More or less," Bai Yuan said softly, pulling a well-worn metal plaque from her collar.

"Actually, I didn't care much about that man. I don't hate Hu Mei for seducing my fiancé. I just hate that she avoided me for so many years afterward! It's like she deliberately kept her distance from me."

"That's understandable. Who would have thought the rich guy they're hooking up with is their best friend's fiancé! Although the Eighth Elder is... well, a bit promiscuous, he's not the kind of person to steal someone else's love!"

Wu Yu, sitting to the side, asked without hesitation, "By the way, if you and she were to fight, who would be more likely to win?"

"That vixen is a control-type cultivator, and a level nine Soul Master at that. Before the seventh ring, I could beat her; before the ninth ring, I could go toe-to-toe with her; after the ninth ring... I can't beat her!"

Bai Yuan remained silent for a moment before frankly expressing her opinion.

"So, the Eighth Elder could actually beat you, but just didn't want to!"

At this point, Qian Lingyun added:

"I knew it! As soon as Elder Ba came to your courtyard, she turned and ran away like a rabbit, as if she were terrified of you. Turns out, she wasn't afraid, but rather felt guilty towards you!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuan paused slightly, muttering to herself, "Really... that certainly fits her personality..."

"He seems carefree on the surface, but actually he's incredibly open and honest with people... and he's so stubborn... what a jerk..."

"If you ask me, what kind of deep-seated hatred do the two sisters have? If my sister wants to sleep with my fiancé, then so be it! Sisters are like limbs!" Wu Yu muttered to herself again, seemingly very bothered by the melodramatic plot between the Twelve Elders and the Eighth Elder.

(End of this chapter)