Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

But please forgive my frankness, he is ultimately not the 'Golden Descendant' explicitly pointed to by the oracle. Necessary observation and testing remain indispensable steps to ensure the stability of the Holy City's foundation.

Upon hearing this, Tibo sighed softly, shifting her gaze from Bai Mo to Xi Lian, who was excitedly holding Evelyn's hand and chattering about all sorts of novel things in the Holy City not far away.

The vibrant and lively scene contrasted sharply with Aglaia's cold words.

“Aya,” Tibo’s voice carried a hint of barely perceptible heartache and elder’s worry, “You… your loss of humanity seems to be even more severe than when we last met.”

She turned her head and looked directly into Aglaia's cold eyes, her tone becoming incredibly serious, filled with the wisdom and tolerance unique to us, born from experience.

"Rather than measuring a hopeful possibility with cold, hard tests, we would rather choose to believe."

Believe in the miracles this power brings, believe in the unwavering loyalty that remains steadfast in the face of adversity. Sometimes, trust itself is the greatest power, and the best weapon against the cold, unknown.

Her words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, seemingly stirring a tiny, elusive ripple in the depths of Aglaia's unchanging emerald green eyes, only to vanish in an instant.

The guardian of the holy city, like the magnificent golden gate behind her, stands silently and steadfastly, protecting the order she understands.

After seeing Aglaia, Elliot tactfully pulled Evelyn aside to say goodbye. "Well... Bai Mo, Xi Lian, shall we be leaving now?"

As he spoke, he secretly gave Evelyn a look that said, "We should leave."

Evelyn understood, her gaze sweeping over Xi Lian with a hint of complex emotion that was barely perceptible, and she gave a slight bow: "Well, Elliott and I won't disturb your reminiscing any longer. We'll take our leave now."

Xi Lian stepped forward, affectionately squeezed Evelyn's hand, and smiled warmly: "Go on, remember to come visit me and Bai Mo once you're settled in!"

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Bai Mo belatedly looked around and asked, "Huh? Where's Xia Die? I haven't seen her since we returned to the Holy City?"

"You," Xi Lian rolled her eyes at him, her tone teasing, "you've devoted all your attention to your own brother, how can you possibly care about anyone else?"

Xia Die escorted us to the gates of the holy city and then left on her own.

(Xia Die: Seeing Lord Bai E and Lord Bai Mo's brother meet has moved me deeply.)

In plain language: Family, inspiration struck, time to write!

"Welcome everyone to Ohm," Aglaia's cool voice rang out at the opportune moment. Once everyone's attention was focused, she continued, her gaze especially fixed on Xi Lian.

"Especially you, Lord Xilian. To show the Holy City's respect for you, I sincerely invite Lord Bai Mo to join you at the 'Hero's Bath' in Ohma for a chat."

Bai Mo and Xi Lian exchanged a glance, both seeing curiosity and a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes, and nodded in tacit agreement.

The group followed Aglaia to a corner of the public bathhouse.

Ahead is the elevator leading to the Heroes' Bath, where the air is filled with warm, moist steam and a faint, exotic fragrance.

Just as they were about to step onto the platform symbolizing glory, a sharp and sarcastic voice suddenly rang out, instantly shattering the sacred atmosphere:

"Aglaia! You woman, do you truly disregard the Holy City's millennia-old ironclad rules?!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old woman in the shadows of the corridor beside the bath, wearing the standard grey robe of the Senate, with withered and gray hair like withered grass and a harsh face.

Her cloudy eyes flashed with undisguised hostility and arrogance; she was none other than Katniss, the one in the Senate who was most at odds with Aglaia.

Aglaia's aura instantly plummeted to freezing point. She slowly turned around, her emerald eyes locking onto Katniss without a trace of warmth, her voice calm yet containing an undeniable authority:

“Elder Katniss, before the Senate makes any accusations against me, I suggest you come up with a more convincing reason first.”

"Reasons?" Katniss sneered, pointing at Bai Mo and Xi Lian, her voice rising and becoming increasingly inflammatory.

"What reason do we need?! The Heroes' Bath! This is a sacred place prepared for the heroes of Ohma, for the noble descendants who flow with golden blood! Last time, when you brought that unidentified so-called 'savior' in, I already gave you a lenient warning!"

And now, you've gone even further, intending to bring two outsiders from who-knows-where to set foot here? Aglaia! Is this how you Golden Blood people disregard hierarchy and trample on rules?!

Aglaia's expression remained unchanged, as if stating a simple fact: "The Heroes' Bath was built by the Holy City to commemorate the merits and sacrifices of the Golden Blood."

Anyone possessing the golden bloodline is naturally welcome to enter. This is the original intention behind the construction of the pool; how can it be considered a violation of the rules?

"Hmph! Sophistry! You say they are of the Golden Descendants? Fine! Then prove it to me! Prove it to all the citizens of the Holy City!"

She pointed sharply at Bai Mo and Xi Lian, her voice shrill and piercing, "Cut a gash in their bodies and let that 'inhuman' golden blood flow out! Otherwise, how can you prove they aren't imposters you found from outside to consolidate your power?!"

"You...!" Upon hearing this, Bai E's blood boiled, and he was about to step forward to argue. But Ti Bao grabbed him.

“Little White.” Tibo shook her head.

It was at this moment that a soft, warm hand gently grasped Bai Mo's wrist.

Xi Lian was worried that Bai Mo would start a fight like he did in Janusapolis: "Little Bai Mo, don't be impulsive, this is the Holy City..."

Chapter 26 Katniss: Six hundred and sixty-six, I've become a servant of the Golden Blood.

Bai Mo gently patted Xi Lian's hand, giving her a reassuring look, a playful smile even appearing on his lips: "Don't worry, Sister Xi Lian. I'm not that impulsive."

Just as Aglaia's golden eyes narrowed slightly, preparing to suppress the farce with a more forceful attitude, Bai Mo stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.

His face showed an almost exaggerated surprise and curiosity as he looked Katniss up and down, his voice booming, instantly attracting more and more people who had been drawn by the argument.

"Wow! This... uh, an old lady who looks withered and half her body is about to be buried?"

Standing here, what rotten, stinking brain of yours thinks that someone like you—with hair as gray as the ashes of your mother's ashes burned for three days and three nights—is a strange old monster?

Who would have the right to point fingers and spout nonsense here at the entrance and exit of the Hero's Bathhouse?

"Pfft..." Bai E couldn't help but almost burst out laughing, and quickly covered his mouth. A suppressed commotion and snickers came from the surrounding crowd.

Katniss trembled with rage, her finger shaking as she pointed at Bai Mo: "You country bumpkin! You...you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?" And what about the Senate you keep mentioning? What is the Senate? Oh—I see!

Is this department specifically for taking in old women like you, whose parents aren't even properly buried in their coffins yet, and who are already eager to come out and embarrass themselves, showing no filial piety, and then sending them off to guard bathhouses?!

“You bastard! I’m warning you…” Katniss’s face turned a deep purplish-red, and her voice changed.

"Warning? Warning about what?" Bai Mo suddenly looked enlightened, clapped his hands, and raised his voice sharply, full of "admiration."

"Oh—! I see! My apologies! So you, sir, are here to clean the baths specifically for the esteemed Golden Descendants?!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "cleaning the bathhouse," scanning the surrounding crowd as if sharing a "big news" story.

"Look at you! You've been doing this job for so long, your hair is practically gray, and you still can't bear to give it up!"

Bai Mo's expression became incredibly "reverent." "I'm sure this sacred job of personally scrubbing the Golden Descendant's bath and cleaning the pool must make you feel immensely honored and proud!"

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I sincerely apologize to you, the 'Guardian of the Bathhouse' and 'Pioneer Serving the Golden Blood,' for my ignorance and offense just now!"

"I shouldn't have doubted your heart that served the Golden Generation! Your dedication to your job and your decades-long commitment to the bathhouse are truly moving! We outsiders should learn from you!"

Katniss was so enraged by Bai Mo's series of distorted facts that her vision blurred, her blood rushed to her head, and she stumbled.

He actually slipped and fell into a small decorative hot spring pool next to him. Luckily, a servant who was watching the commotion instinctively caught him, preventing him from getting soaked on the spot.

"Oh dear! Grandma! Please make sure you stand firmly!" Bai Mo immediately exclaimed with "concern," but his face wore a mocking expression.

"If you break it, then your precious job of cleaning the baths for the Golden Descendants, which you are so proud of and which you are so proud of even when you wake up in the middle of the night, as well as your noble duty of not letting any unauthorized people disturb the Golden Descendants' bathing, will all be delayed!"

The Holy City cannot be without you, its 'Golden Guardian'!

"Good...good...good what a sharp-tongued, disrespectful brat!" After being helped to her feet, Katniss trembled all over. Listening to the suppressed laughter and whispers of the crowd around her, her face turned red and white in turns, more colorful than a palette.

Unable to bear it any longer, she glared venomously at Bai Mo and Aglaia, and with the help of her servants, she practically fled.

Aglaia: Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Humanity must be reinforced!

Seeing Katniss's disheveled figure, Bai Mo's "concern" vanished instantly, replaced by his slightly languid expression.

Instead of leaving, he acted as if nothing had happened, approaching a few local residents who were still watching the commotion and trying to suppress their laughter, and began to "humbly ask for advice" with a look of "ignorance":

"Hey bro, I'm new to the Holy City, I don't know anything." He pointed in the direction Katniss had disappeared, lowered his voice, and gave an incredibly "sincere" look.

"Look at that old lady just now, looking all smug as she checked who was qualified to enter the Heroes' Bath!"

Isn't it because she feels incredibly proud and honored to be able to serve the Golden Descendants?

What? What are you laughing at? Of course I'm not a member of the Golden Clan! I'm just an ordinary country bumpkin, how would I know about these noble rules of your Holy City... I just think it's quite rare to see an old lady who takes running a bathhouse so seriously...

Xi Lian couldn't help but chuckle, then helplessly rubbed her forehead. Bai E was so suppressing his laughter that his shoulders were shaking. Tian blinked her big eyes, not quite understanding, but thought that Little Bai's way of speaking just now was particularly "impressive".

Aglaia: This kid has to stay! I said it!

The uproar caused by Katniss's disastrous exit has not yet completely subsided.

Aglaia's seemingly eternally calm eyes turned to the crowd, and very subtly, her perfect lips seemed to be pulled upwards in an almost imperceptible arc.

"Everyone," her voice seemed to carry a hint of inexplicable... ease? "Now that the irrelevant people have left, we can go up."

However, Bai Mo remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the solemn entrance to the bath, before finally shaking his head: "Never mind, Lady Aglaia. I am not a Golden Blood after all, so I'd better not go to this Hero's Bath."

“Xiao Bai Mo…” Xi Lian looked at him with some worry, wanting to say something to persuade him.

“Sister Xilian,” Bai Mo interrupted her gently but firmly, raising his chin in the direction where Katniss had left, “You heard it too, the elders of the Senate kept the rules on their lips, saying that this is the holy land of ‘Golden Blood’.”

Why should I, a 'fake' from out of town, go in and cause trouble, needlessly tarnishing the heroes' peace?

Aglaia's emerald green pupils flickered slightly. After a moment, she nodded slightly, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible apology: "I apologize, Lord Bai Mo. It was my oversight that prevented me from foreseeing the trouble this would cause."

She paused, seemingly considering a suitable compensation plan, before finally speaking: "As an apology, when Lord Bai Mo has some free time, would you mind visiting the 'Golden Weaving' workshop in the Holy City? I will personally take your measurements and select the finest fabrics to have a set of clothes custom-made."

Chapter 27 Bai Mo: As expected of brothers, the first thing he did upon meeting me was treat me to braised pork knuckle.

P.S.: Without further ado, here comes the third update.

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo raised an eyebrow, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.

He deliberately narrowed his eyes and said in a slightly playful tone, "Oh? Lady Aglaia personally took charge? Well... I hope you 'like' my aesthetic sense."

Aglaia paused noticeably! This pause lasted a fraction of a second longer than any before. Her perfect face remained expressionless, but…

Aesthetic Preference Analysis... Target: Bai Mo... Related Target: Bai E... Memory Retrieval: Bai E's Clothing Color Scheme - Top: Bright Yellow, Bottom: Bright Purple

Bai Mo's aesthetic convergence probability: High probability. ...Warning: If the finished product is a 'yellow-purple color-blocking monster,' it will seriously damage 'Kin-ori's' reputation and my aesthetic authority...

“…Okay.” Aglaia finally gave a “difficult” response, her voice still steady, but upon closer listening, there seemed to be a hint of… caution? “Lord Bai Mo, I am waiting for you at ‘Jin Zhi’.”

Looking at Aglaia's almost perfect "wife face," Bai Mo could almost imagine the storm of yellow and purple color scheme raging in her mind, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright," he turned to Bai E, who had been suppressing a laugh, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Bai'e, you arrived in this glittering holy city a few days before me. Shouldn't you do your duty as a host? Take this opportunity to show me around!"

"Haha! Absolutely! Brother!" Bai E immediately perked up, laughing heartily, and habitually hooked his arm around Bai Mo's neck.

"Come on! Let me take you to try some of the Holy City's specialties first. I guarantee you've never tasted anything like it before! The taste is absolutely amazing!"

"Delicious!" Upon hearing the keyword, Tian's eyes instantly brightened compared to the eternal light of Ohma. She skipped to Tibao's side, her little hands tugging at Tibao's clothes, her big eyes blinking with longing.

"Tibao! Tian... Tian wants to go too! Tian can take Little White and Little Little White around! Tian knows the way!"

Tibo smiled helplessly at Tian's excited expression and nodded gently: "Go ahead, Little White, Little Little White, take good care of Tian and don't let her eat too much."

"Yay! Thank you, Tibao!" Ti'an cheered, immediately rushing over like a cannonball, grabbing Bai E's large hand with one hand and accurately grasping Bai Mo's index finger with the other.

"Let's go! Tian will lead the way! Little White, Little White, stay close to Tian!"

Just as Tian pulled him around, Bai Mo's smile faded slightly, and he glanced one last time at the depths of the corridor where Katniss had disappeared, his eyes sharp as knives.

The Senate… a swarm of buzzing flies. He sneered inwardly, but these clowns were never the real problem.

His thoughts pierced through the magnificent buildings of the holy city and drifted towards the distant place called "Dawn Cloud Cliff".

The mastermind behind countless cycles of reincarnation, the true mastermind who manipulated the world of Onpharos, the demon disguised as an ordinary scholar—Lagus.

"Guarantee Bro? Ha..." Bai Mo's knuckles cracked lightly when no one was watching. Just wait. Sooner or later, I'll turn you from a 'Laigushi' into a 'Laogushi'."

With this cold resolve and a hint of anticipation for the food, Bai Mo, surrounded by the enthusiastic Tian and the warm-hearted Bai Er, blended into the bustling street scene of Ohma.

……However……

Ohma Central Arena

The deafening cheers were like real waves, crashing against the huge circular stands.

The air was thick with the smells of sweat, dust, and fervent excitement.

Bai Mo stood on the huge and ancient stone arena, looking around with a somewhat wooden expression.

The stands were packed with enthusiastic spectators, waving their arms and shouting about the betting results.

Not far from him, Bai E was stretching his wrists and ankles while grinning at him with a provocative smile that was both fierce and "brotherly."

The most conspicuous spot was the front row VIP seat, where Tian was standing, her little face flushed with excitement, waving a small flag she'd somehow acquired and shouting enthusiastically:

"Little White! Go for it! Little White! Go for it! Let's fight! Let's fight!"

Bai Mo slowly raised his hand, rubbing his throbbing temples, and shouted at Bai E, who was eager to try, in a tone filled with absurdity and helplessness: