Apocalypse: Resources Consumed by Women Returned Ten Thousandfold - Chapter 265 - 261: The Saintess’s Grace
In Lin Lang’s field of view, information about that mysterious “Saintess” appeared:
[Zhong Qinglan]
[Appearance: 9.7]
[Recharge: 0 times]
[Loyalty: 10%]
[Return Multiplier: 300]
[Combat Power: S]
Hmm?
Appearance of 9.7!
And still 0 times recharged!
Instantly, Lin Lang was moved—
“An S-Class combat power, that’s not bad… but alas, that’s all there is to it.”
…
“Brother, quickly kneel!”
At this time!
The person kneeling by Lin Lang’s feet tugged at Lin Lang’s pants, speaking in a low voice:
“When the Saintess travels, she often bestows a Meridian Opening Pill!”
“After taking it, you can open your meridians and become a martial artist!”
“This is an opportunity that countless people yearn for! If you’re not interested, fine, but don’t spoil the Saintess’s mood and implicate us!”
Hearing this, Lin Lang found it even more absurd and couldn’t help but sneer:
“So what if you become a martial artist?”
Lin Lang awakened his Martial Arts Sacred Body during his Fifth Enhancement of the physical body—
This was already top-tier potential in the practice of Martial Dao!
But for someone like Lin Lang, whose entire being was a treasure…
It’s nothing special!
He had only used the power of the Martial Arts Sacred Body once, when he killed the “Black Dragon.”
Since then, he’d never used it again.
…
Right as Lin Lang and the person were speaking.
That grandiose procession came closer and closer, and reached right before them.
The Saintess in the palanquin seemed to notice the anomaly on this side, glancing over slightly.
“How dare you!”
The voice, sharp and thin like that of an eunuch, erupted once again without warning!
Everyone’s gaze collectively turned towards Lin Lang and his group.
Lin Lang’s gaze swept across and locked onto the man with the white face and no beard—
[Wu Ji]
[Combat Power: B++]
[Superpower: Regeneration (Level 7)]
The man named Wu Ji, his expression darkened, stepped forward suddenly, and shouted:
“Who are you? Seeing the Saintess, yet you still don’t kneel! Don’t you know this is greatly disrespectful to the Saintess?”
His voice echoed all around, making the surrounding air seem to tremble slightly, his eyes full of arrogance and anger, as if in his eyes, not kneeling to the Saintess was an unforgivable crime.
Lin Lang’s lips curled slightly, sketching an arc full of disdain. His gaze seemed to penetrate Wu Ji, as if looking at a trivial ant, and he said nonchalantly:
“Hmph, someone worthy of making me kneel hasn’t been born in this world!”
“Hmm?”
Upon hearing this, Wu Ji’s anger instantly froze, replaced by a hint of shock and doubt.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he pondered to himself:
“This guy is so arrogant, could it be that he has some unfathomable background? Otherwise, how dare he act so presumptuously in front of the Saintess?”
A trace of caution flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously moved a small step back, seemingly wanting to keep some distance from Lin Lang, just in case.
After a moment of silence, Wu Ji cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more composed, and asked:
“Your… your martial cultivation, what is it?”
As he spoke, his eyes were tightly fixed on Lin Lang, trying to glean some useful information from the other party’s expression and reaction, his hands subconsciously clenched into fists, as if the slightest movement from Lin Lang would urge him to take immediate action.
Lin Lang was slightly hesitant:
“Martial cultivation?”
He was genuinely unfamiliar with the term.
Wu Ji felt a sinking sensation: “You’re… you’re not a martial artist?”
Lin Lang shrugged, crossing his arms with an indifferent look and said:
“So what if I’m not? Can’t speak unless you’re a martial artist here?”
“Besides, aren’t you also not a martial artist?”
Clearly, he didn’t regard Wu Ji in his eyes at all.
Wu Ji’s face instantly turned beet red, veins popping on his forehead, his anger unable to be contained any longer.
He suddenly turned his head and shouted furiously at the group of subordinates behind him:
“Get them! These few reckless people, a mere nobody, not a martial artist yet dares to be so arrogant here! It’s as if they don’t even see me!”
His voice, sharp and piercing from anger, made his whole body tremble slightly as if he had been greatly insulted.
Those subordinates, upon hearing the order, immediately swarmed, surrounding Lin Lang and the others, each with a vicious expression on their faces!
…
At this moment, the air seemed to be held in a dense tension, with not even a breath of wind able to pass through.
Lü Su Ran huddled close to Lin Lang, her hands subconsciously clutching at the hem of her clothes, her body slightly trembling, her eyes full of terror and unease, her lips somewhat pale, clearly scared by the tense standoff.
While Ding Xinrou stood tall, her gaze firm as an eagle’s, one hand steadily resting on her sword hilt!
Like a poised leopard ready to strike, ready to draw her sword for Lin Lang at the slightest movement.
“Stop!”
A crisp yet authoritative shout suddenly rang out, and everyone turned their eyes towards the voice, seeing the Saintess seated in her palanquin.
Wu Ji, hearing the voice of the Saintess, was jolted, quickly turning around and shouting hoarsely at his subordinates:
“Stop! Didn’t you hear the Saintess’s command?”
That voice carried a hint of fawning, accompanied by deep reverence for the Saintess, contrasting starkly with the viciousness shown towards Lin Lang and others just moments ago.
The Saintess’s gaze swept lightly over Lin Lang and the other two, a trace of indistinct curiosity flashing in her eyes, then she calmly said:
“If he doesn’t want to kneel, then don’t. What’s the harm? No need to make a fuss over this.”
