Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 642 -642: The Priestess’s Charms (18)

“Next, there are only two more challenges left. Cross that ropeway, then go through the Trial of Inner Demons to enter The Temple.”

The person in charge of The Temple pointed to the ropeway behind him and loudly explained the next part of the competition to everyone.

Someone raised their hand, “What if more than ten people make it through?”

The person in charge smirked, “There are ten spots. First come, first served.”

Everyone: “…”

First come, first served…

So we have to start fighting midway?

“Please don’t worry about your safety; there will be magicians to protect you. Also, be mindful not to hurt anyone, this is The Temple of Light.”

The person in charge emphasized the words “The Temple of Light.”

In the trials at The Temple of Light, rules against harming others’ lives are in place.

“Does anyone have more questions?”

“No!”

The person in charge waved his hand and ordered, “Now, set off.”

As soon as his words ended, everyone rushed out towards the ropeway up ahead to seize the advantage.

Chuzheng stood still, and Liang Shuxue approached her, “You still dare to come.”

Fu Yu, the young master, had lost the courage he had when confronting her in the canyon.

Chuzheng had nothing to fear, and retorted directly, “The Temple isn’t owned by your family, why wouldn’t I dare to come?”

Liang Shuxue glared at her viciously, “I’ll wait for you up ahead. Come if you dare.”

Liang Shuxue threw down a gauntlet.

After she left, Fu Yu finally spoke up, “Chuzheng…”

“Aren’t you going yet?” Chuzheng gestured to the iron chains.

With just one chain and five hundred people, no matter who climbed up first, the subsequent climbers would cause a severe swaying, leading people on it to drop like dumplings.

Beneath, magic light crisscrossed, one after another, people were brought up by magic and then declared failed.

“You… you’re not going?”

“Why should I go?” Chuzheng countered.

Their current location was already within The Temple’s domain, why would she still participate in a competition?

Of course, she was there to find the Good Person Card.

Chuzheng told Fu Yu to go on his own while she sneakily slipped away while nobody was paying attention.

All around The Temple were Magic Arrays.

The Formations led to different spaces.

Chuzheng wandered aimlessly for a while. The place seemed to get larger the more she walked, completely baffling her.

Just as Chuzheng was growing restless, a shadow darted by next to her.

Chuzheng: “!!”

That silly dog!

Chuzheng immediately gave chase, with Yi Cun running excitedly yet heedless of the person following behind them.

By the time Yi Cun noticed, it was too late.

“Woof!!”

Yi Cun stared at Chuzheng in terror.

How could this little thief be here!

Chuzheng clutched her wrist, her gaze sinister, “Take me to your master.”

It was the same old formula, the familiar taste.

“Awoo…”

Yi Cun was terrified of Chuzheng. With its limited dog intelligence, it couldn’t understand how Chuzheng could be there, but for survival’s sake, Yi Cun decided—to lead Chuzheng to its master.

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Qingfeng Hall.

The man cleansed his hands and burned incense, his wide sleeves flowing like clouds with his movements.

The solemn and sacred main hall.

The man with a clear aura as if from a sunny sky after rain.

The scene seemed as if it belonged only in a painting, so beautiful it felt surreal.

The man sat on the floor, his long eyelashes lowered, hiding his eyes.

In front of him was a small table with several Magic Stones, the man slightly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrist and forearm.

With slender fingers, he picked up a Carving Knife and began to carve on the Magic Stones by feel.

The man was serious and somber. When the Carving Knife touched down, it seemed as though magic light seeped into it.

Within moments, the Magic Stone beneath his hand began to take shape.

The Carving Knife suddenly slashed downwards, cutting his finger.

The man, however, seemed as if he had noticed nothing, only slowly raising his gaze toward the direction of the temple door.

The familiar Dark Element drew closer and closer until it was right in front of him.

He didn’t know why, but his heart began to flutter.

That feeling, it was as if it emanated from the depths of his soul.

Lingji’s eyelashes quivered slightly, and he asked in a slow voice, “Miss Chuzheng, why are you here?”

The rustling of clothes, a soft noise, made Lingji feel her sitting beside him.

Then his wrist was suddenly grasped tightly, and a light yet indifferent voice fell upon his ear, “You’re bleeding and you didn’t notice?”

Only then did Lingji realize the pain from the cut on his finger.

Chuzheng suddenly pushed his hand over: “You’re not a Light Series Mage, heal yourself.”

Lingji: “…”

Lingji raised his hand to perform the Light Series healing spell, but in an instant, the wound closed and scabbed over, leaving no visible trace of any injury.

Lingji drew his hand back and placed it on his leg.

“Miss Chuzheng, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“What question?” Did the Good Person Card just ask me something?

“Why Miss Chuzheng is in this place.”

“To find you.”

Chuzheng’s answer was straightforward and assertive.

As if her coming here to find him was the most natural thing in the world.

But this place is… The Temple.

The Temple of Light.

Lingji’s heart was filled with complexities; he didn’t know what he was thinking, but her appearance could disrupt everything for him.

He took a deep breath and asked softly, “Miss Chuzheng, is there something you need from me?”

Chuzheng, who was casually observing the items on his table, answered nonchalantly, “Nothing in particular, I just wanted to find you.” And then she closed it!

“This is the Temple of Light, not a place where Miss Chuzheng should be,” Lingji reminded her of her identity.

Chuzheng’s eyes remained calm: “Who says a Dark Series Magician can’t come to the Temple of Light?”

Lingji: “…”

It seems there really wasn’t such a rule.

However, no Dark Series Magician would ever venture into the Temple of Light seeking death.

“How did Miss Chuzheng get in?” The Temple of Light was heavily guarded, and without someone to lead the way, she shouldn’t have been able to enter through the magic teleportation formation in Qingfeng Hall.

“I walked in.”

“…I’m asking who brought you in.”

Chuzheng glanced outside.

Yi Cun wagged its tail at Chuzheng, wearing a fierce dog-faced expression as if to say that if Chuzheng dared to tell it was the one who led her in, it would fight her to the end.

However, without Chuzheng needing to say anything, Lingji had already noticed: “Yi Cun.”

Yi Cun: “…”

Life is tough for a dog.

“Woof woof woof!!!” It was this little thief who threatened me!

Lingji felt that if he continued to press the matter, Chuzheng wouldn’t tell him how she got in.

Lingji told Yi Cun to stop barking, and Yi Cun immediately slinked away.

The grand hall suddenly fell silent.

Lingji reached out to fumble for the objects on the table, holding the carving knife and the magic stone, but suddenly couldn’t remember where he had left off with his carving.

Chuzheng rested her chin on her hands, watching him and pondering how to deceive him to leave the Temple of Light.

One was lost in thought; the other was observing someone.

The atmosphere in the grand hall was eerily harmonious.

When Jiu Qu entered, he saw this scene before him.

“Master…” Jiu Qu pointed at Chuzheng; how could she be here?

Lingji put down the carving knife without answering his question, only quietly asking, “What is it?”

Why she was here, Lingji himself didn’t know.

“…” Why is Master so calm!! “Master… something happened downstairs; they’ve discovered that the number of participants in the examination is… missing…”

Jiu Qu seemed to realize something and abruptly turned to look at Chuzheng.

One person was missing!

And wasn’t there one right here?

But how did she manage to get through the last two stages?

She’s a Dark Series Magician!