nashuaworldcup Chapter 532 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 5
Chapter 532 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 5
Hearing the door open, the person in the bathtub looked up groggily and only saw a back view. He tried to reach out and grab the person, but a strong pain instantly swept through his body, and his small hands gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly.
My hands, which had finally healed, were bleeding again.
Faint sounds came from outside the door.
"Priest, please let us take this child with us."
The person who came to the door spoke respectfully, but with a hidden threat in his tone.
Shen Juan's voice rang out, "What are we going to do with you? Send you to your deaths? Or did the people of Xizhai give you some benefits?"
"What are you saying? How could I dare?"
The other person's momentum had weakened considerably.
Shen Juan persisted, saying, "This child is doing very well with me; he will definitely become the next Holy Son."
"Yes, yes, the elders are all waiting for you to come over."
His tone was perfunctory, and the little bit of respect he showed was reserved for Shen Juan; he didn't believe Gu Yao at all.
"..."
The sound faded away.
Gu Yao's mind became increasingly unclear. He looked up at the beam above his head, feeling a subtle tingling sensation in his body accompanied by waves of excruciating pain, each wave stronger than the last.
But he knew he couldn't faint.
If she faints, all her efforts will be in vain.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as Gu Yao gritted his teeth and held his breath.
He didn't want to disappoint the priest.
He must pull through.
He's determined to be the Holy Son!
In the stilted building on the other side, the elders who were already sitting at the table did not look too good.
According to seniority, they are the ones with the highest status in the entire Miao region.
These days, even an eighteen-year-old kid dares to give them attitude.
Shen Juan arrived late and sat down without even saying hello.
He seemed to have just noticed the elders, and greeted them with a smile, "Oh, so the elders are here."
The faces of the elderly men, all nearing 100 years old, had darkened further.
But the priests have a special status.
Shen Juan didn't feel he had done anything wrong. Seeing that no one answered him, he took out an oil paper package from his pocket.
The aroma of glutinous rice cakes instantly filled the entire room.
The hot-tempered Second Elder slammed his fist on the table and stood up, pointing at Shen Juan and cursing, "Shen Juan! You are my Miao priest, how can you be so unruly! Have you forgotten everything the old priest taught you?"
The boy paused, the smile instantly vanishing from his dark pupils. "Would the Second Elder like to see what my master taught me?"
The Second Elder was so frightened by that look that he took a step back.
A rustling sound came from all sides, as if we had entered a den of ten thousand snakes.
In his early years, this Second Elder was a candidate for Holy Son but was thrown into the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes.
He was lucky to survive, but he was left with a deep psychological scar.
Shen Juan can be said to have grasped the Second Elder's fatal weakness in one fell swoop.
Only then did everyone see clearly that a small white snake was wrapped around Shen Juan's neck, affectionately rubbing against his face, its scales reflecting a cold light in the dim light.
A pair of cold, golden vertical pupils turned and stared straight at the crowd, carrying a chilling temperature, like a wild beast eyeing its prey with restless intent.
The sounds of the snakes were getting closer.
The sound of that long, thin body dragging through the grass was enough to send chills down your spine.
Shen Juan stretched out a finger and touched the little snake's head, his voice devoid of any warmth, as he glanced sideways at the Second Elder.
"Second Elder, would you like to see the skills my master taught me?"
The second elder was immediately drenched in sweat, but still stubbornly refused to back down.
The little snake flicked its tongue, coldly staring at this arrogant person.
The swarm of snakes had reached the door.
Shen Juan gave a cruel smile, "Then..."
"enough!"
"Second brother, apologize to the high priest."
The elder, who had been sitting at the head of the table with his eyes closed, opened them.
The rustling sound stopped at that moment.
Shen Juan looked at the Grand Elder.
The Second Elder still wanted to argue, but the First Elder's cold gaze swept over him, and he instantly became obedient.
But I was still not satisfied.
He lowered his head and silently apologized.
The sound is like a mosquito.
Tsk, what a completely insincere apology.
Shen Juan smiled slightly, her eyes narrowing, and she gently stroked the little snake's head with her fingertips.
A small white snake coiled around his wrist, flicking its tongue at the crowd.
As if in warning, a faint rustling sound began to stir again.
The Second Elder, like a frightened bird, instinctively shrank back.
With a "thud," the cane struck the wooden floor, making a dull sound.
The Grand Elder looked at Shen Juan, his voice hoarse and heavy.
"Enough is enough."
Shen Juan's eyes flashed, but she met the Grand Elder's gaze without flinching.
What if I say no?
The atmosphere was tense for a moment.
The little white snake seemed to sense its master's emotions; its golden vertical pupils contracted sharply, and the rustling sounds around it grew increasingly agitated.
After a brief standoff, the elder finally gave in, closing his eyes and turning the prayer beads on his wrist.
"The child you want can participate in the selection of the Holy Son along with others."
Shen Juan instantly relaxed, leaned back in her chair, and pondered whether she should ask for some more conditions.
The elder seemed to have guessed Shen Juan's thoughts and slowly said, "Don't be too greedy. The junior manager and the people from Xizhai will all act according to the clan rules."
Shen Juan sat up straight, nodded, and could barely be considered satisfied.
He waved his hand, and the small snake on his wrist slithered down and towards the door.
As if receiving orders from their commander, the rustling sound of the army gradually faded away.
Shen Juan stood up, dusted off his clothes, glanced around, and gave a mocking look.
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Without waiting for anyone to react, he swaggered out.
A thoroughly flamboyant style.
Once the door was closed, the Second Elder felt as if he had come back to life and slumped into his chair.
"That's absolutely outrageous!"
"They really can't be tamed..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Shen Juan peeked in, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and asked, "What do you mean by 'untamable'?"
The Second Elder was like a firecracker that had gone flat, holding back a burning anger but unable to vent it.
But in front of Shen Juan, he really didn't dare to say anything.
Shen Juan didn't pay much attention. She just walked in, took the oil paper package from the table, folded it, put it back in her bosom, and patted it.
"Because of you guys, I haven't even had dinner yet."
"These glutinous rice cakes smell delicious, I'm not going to give them away for free."
Shen Juan muttered as she walked out, but didn't lower her voice.
The faces of those present turned green.
But the most impulsive Second Elder was frightened by what had just happened and dared not speak easily at this moment.
The group exchanged glances, then looked at the elder at the head of the table.
The old man twirled the prayer beads in his hand, but remained with his eyes closed, meditating.
As if sensing the questioning gazes of the crowd, he slowly opened his eyes. "Let's do as we just said."
The Second Elder wanted to say something more, but was stopped by a look from the First Elder.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But they also knew that the priest had won this contest.
The abilities he demonstrated qualified him to negotiate with them.
The snakes were moved so easily.
It is not something that belongs in a pond.
That person in charge and Xizhai are going to suffer a bit.