Chapter 1488: Chapter 1488: Specially Spoil Him
Ivy Frost took a bath. Although she just soaked in the spring water, she felt a hundred tis lighter after the bath, her whole body filled with a pleasant crispness.
She knew she had gained a great advantage, a trendous fortune, and this benefit was all because of her master. Without her master, how could there be today’s Blue Enchantress?
The Dust Wash Pavilion had washed away all the impurities from her body, cleansed the impurities in her ridians, repaired so hidden ailnts lurking within her, and even made her more enchanting. The budding her had undergone a rebirth once again.
And this was only the beginning.
Saint Mary then led her into the legendary War God Pavilion, where countless Magic Treasures were collected. These were the collections of the Ancestor of Heavenly Heart and the Saint Master, all obtained from the heavens.
“The ancestor said you could choose an Innate Spiritual Treasure and an ordinary Acquired Spirit Weapon!” Saint Mary seed very envious of Ivy Frost at this mont, for she herself did not have such privileges!
“There’s even Innate Spiritual Treasure?” Ivy Frost was shocked. You know, even her father didn’t have any Innate Spiritual Treasures. They are naturally occurring treasures; how could there be many?
“There are still five pieces in the War God Pavilion, and these five have never been shown to the world, unknown to the masses, and naturally not included in the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure rankings,” said Saint Mary, pointing to five Magic Treasures floating mid-air. “Here they are!”
Ivy Frost looked over, and indeed, Magic Treasures filled the War God Pavilion, all neatly placed, except for those five suspended in mid-air. Among them was a red bead, a willow leaf, a fang-like cone, a vine, and a stone bracelet.
Ivy Frost took a deep breath, then looked at Saint Mary and asked, “Saint Sister, can you tell what functions these five Magic Treasures have?”
Saint Mary shook her head: “I don’t know either. You can choose one yourself.”
Ivy Frost thought for a mont, then communicated with Yusuf Zuck within her and asked which one she should choose.
“The vine, perhaps,” mused Yusuf Zuck. “This one should be good.”
“Then I’ll listen to my master.” Ivy Frost, upon receiving Yusuf Zuck’s suggestion, reached out and grabbed the vine.
“Wow~” As soon as she grabbed the vine, it began dancing around like a spirit snake. It was especially slippery in her hand, like a mudfish, and Ivy Frost almost couldn’t hold on to it.
“Does it need a blood bond?” asked Ivy Frost curiously.
“Innate Spiritual Treasures cannot be bonded with blood. You must nourish it with your own Spiritual Energy, Blood Energy, and Soul. Over ti it will begin to resonate with you,” replied Saint Mary.
“Oh.” Ivy Frost held the vine tightly, afraid it would escape.
“Pick another Acquired one,” Saint Mary laughed. “The ancestor truly favors you. Even I don’t have an Innate Spiritual Treasure.”
“Ah, hehe, you’ll have one sooner or later, sister,” Ivy Frost giggled. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed a Wolf Fang Club.
“This club is good. I just love Wolf Fang Clubs. They’re strong enough to hit people with!” This little lady had a great tendency for violence, and neither Yusuf Zuck nor Saint Mary had anything to say.
After selecting her Magic Treasures and weapons, Saint Mary was about to send her to the Heavenly Heart Pavilion, and at this mont, Yusuf Zuck also transmitted to Ivy Frost, asking her to inquire about the Saint Heir, to gather so information.
Receiving the order, Ivy Frost cleverly blinked and suddenly said, “Sister, that Saint Heir I saw before, why is he so old, and looking so lecherous, with such fierce eyes, speaking so rudely?”
“Lecherous, hahahaha.” Saint Mary was amused by Ivy Frost, laughing heartily, nodding endlessly, “He is indeed lecherous. But he’s not that old, just under twenty thousand, only looks a bit aged.”
“And yes, he is fierce. You should stay away from him in the future!”
“Why is he so fierce? I’m the Ancestor’s closed-door disciple; would he dare to be fierce to ?” Ivy Frost asked curiously.
“He is the Saint Heir, ranking above all disciples. To be blunt, he is very likely to inherit the Heavenly Heart Realm in the future.”
“What race is he from?”
“If we must classify by race, he belongs to both the Blood Race and Feather Race, but it doesn’t have much to do with the Blood Race and Feather Race here. He’s from the Mortal World.”
“What? He ascended?” Ivy Frost exclaid.
“What ascended? He leapt from the mortal directly to the heavens, having been brought by the Ancestor and the Saint Master thousands of years ago. In the Mortal World, he had boundless longevity, imnse power, and faced no calamities.”
“Ah? So capable? Then what realm is he in?”
“Naturally, he has entered sainthood, the Saint Realm, which is the Saint Realm!”
“How can that be? Born in the Mortal World and beca a saint here? Impossible,” Ivy Frost comnted peculiarly.
“The ancestor said his bloodline is also of Supre Evolution, and he carries a trace of the gods’ Blood Energy. Moreover… his bloodline is very close to the Ancestor’s, so with multiple aptitudes, he is incomparable, probably on par with you!”
“What is his na?”
“Saint Heir Pierre.”
“And what are his Divine Skills?” Ivy Frost continuously asked, and Saint Mary patiently answered.
“Blood-stare’s Grand Law, and all the Divine Skills of the Blood Race he has mastered.”
“Why do you want to stay away from him?”
“I suspect this person harbors ill intentions and is not so loyal to the Ancestor and Saint Master, but the Ancestor and Saint Master won’t heed my warnings. This person has his own thoughts, and when looking at people, he seems to want to devour them.”
“Isn’t the Ancestor good at heart skills and can see through his mind, to know if he’s loyal or not?”
“The Ancestor said in the Lower Realm, his mind was burned in the flas while cultivating, and if it weren’t for his fortuitous eting with the Saint Master, he would have died long ago. After coming back, his mind beca mushy, and mories from the past were chaotic, so the Ancestor and Saint Master are unaware of his past.”
“But these years, I feel he seems to have regained his chaotic mories, becoming more mysterious.”
“Sister, don’t worry, the Ancestor and Saint Master are aware of everything, he wouldn’t dare rebel!” Ivy Frost consoled.
“Not rebellion; he doesn’t have the guts or capability. Overall, I am just worried. The Ancestor and Saint Master have been in seclusion often over the years, and he handles everything with , and he is especially ruthless, even killing those within the sa clan who offend him. Many on the mountain, after offending him, were openly killed by him!”
“Does the Ancestor not deal with it afterwards?” Ivy Frost asked in shock.
Saint Mary glanced around, then suddenly answered through transmission: “The Ancestor particularly spoils him, saying he… he…” Saint Mary stopped speaking at this point, her face turning red.
“What are you talking about? Just say it,” urged Ivy Frost.
“I can’t say, can’t say. Rember, the Ancestor ‘particularly’ spoils him!” Saint Mary deliberately emphasized the word ‘particularly.’
“Particularly spoils him?” Ivy Frost’s eyes brightened: “Could he be the Ancestor’s illegitimate son out there? Didn’t you say their bloodlines were very close?”
Hearing Ivy Frost’s words, Saint Mary almost spat blood, shaking her head with a bitter smile, inwardly sighing at the child’s innocence, not understanding the aning of ‘particularly.’
But she didn’t explain further; after all, gossiping about the Ancestor could lead to losing her tongue.
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