Chapter 1389: Chapter 1378: Three Maids
“Young Master Ning, you… you are welco. Thank you for saving my life.”
Although the three won had been knocked unconscious by the aftermath, they clearly rembered what happened before they fainted. The young man before them was their savior.
After a mont of silence, Ning Fan softly said, “I’m sorry!”
Among the five Saintesses of the Fire Worship Cult, only three remained.
Although Nakta II tried to damage Ning Fan’s reputation by sending the won,
it was undeniable that the death of the other two won was sowhat related to him.
He may be despicable, cold-blooded, or cruel, but it was undeniable that Ning Fan was a straightforward person.
Ning Fan sighed inwardly, “Right and wrong are balanced on a scale; all one seeks is a clear conscience.”
Ning Fan’s self-reproachful words triggered a huge reaction from the three won, who imdiately expressed their gratitude and asked him to retract his statent.
After calming them down, Ning Fan finally eased their emotions and learned a few things.
When the Fire Worship Cult experts who chased into the Ancient Sky City’s Barrier were wiped out, there were still so who survived, and they lived a life of hiding ever since.
Over the long years, these descendants of the Fire Worship Cult gradually forgot past grudges, and with the City Hall’s leniency, they gradually lived as normal people.
So even married into the local residents of Ancient Sky City, showing signs of integration.
Even so, as the national religion of Persia, the Fire Worship Cult’s faith deeply rooted in them ensured the descendants neither forgot their beliefs nor stopped promoting the Fire Worship Cult among their people.
But this was just a faith, not an accumulation of power for a resurgence.
The Fire Worship Cult has its highest position as the Saintess.
One true Saintess was selected from five candidate Saintesses to lead the Fire Worship Cult.
The remaining four candidate Saintesses beca attendants to the Saintess.
When the Fire Worship Cult was holding the Saintess ceremony, they never expected Nakta II to discover them.
The followers participating in the ceremony were imdiately surrounded and exterminated.
And these five Quasi-Saintesses beca Nakta II’s spoils of war, and an assault on Ning Fan’s reputation.
“What are your plans?”
The three won exchanged sorrowful glances and then burst into tears. The Fire Worship Cult was destroyed, and they had completely lost their ho.
Seeing the pitiable and innocent faces of the three won, Ning Fan couldn’t help but feel compassion, “Then follow for now! Let know when you wish to leave.”
“Thank you, Master, we are sworn to never leave you.”
Facing Nakta II’s brutal slaughter, only Ning Fan had chosen to step forward. In the hostile Ancient Sky City, the three won saw Ning Fan as their sole support.
Hearing the way the three beautiful girls addressed him, Ning Fan felt a bit uncomfortable, “Just call Young Master Ning!”
“Master, we wouldn’t dare.”
Seeing their expressions about to cry at any mont, Ning Fan had no choice but to let them be.
Although he couldn’t perceive True Qi from the three won, he must admit that the Fire Worship Cult had an extrely discerning eye in selecting candidate Saintesses.
The three won were no older than twenty-six, each one was graceful and charming, with skin as fair as snow, nearly dazzling Ning Fan.
The faint fla tattoos on their brows added an aura of mysterious allure.
Especially now, wearing sheer gauze, the subtle light further magnified their allure threefold.
The line between innocence and seduction was thin; truly a combination of angel and demon.
“Ahem… ahem…”
Ning Fan cleared his throat, quickly regaining focus, “What are your nas?”
“This servant’s na is Qing Ning.”
“This servant’s na is Zi Ruo.”
“This servant’s na is Lan Xin.”
Listening to their self-introductions, Ning Fan looked toward their brows.
The light fla tattoos on their brows were the marks of candidate Saintesses.
Within the Fire Worship Cult, the five candidate Saintesses were each marked with fla tattoos in different colors: green, purple, blue, black, and gold.
Once the true Saintess was chosen, the flas on the remaining four would disappear, and the fla on the final Saintess’s brow would turn crimson.
Since the Saintess ceremony hadn’t concluded, the Fire Worship Cult faced a calamity, and thus the fla marks on the three remained.
“I understand now. Your nas all relate to the colors of the Holy Fire tattoos.”
“Yes!”
The three won murmured softly, their faces fair as jade, tinted with a rosy blush reminiscent of ripening peaches.
Ning Fan hardly noticed, as he had just heard Wick’s call,
“Young Master Ning, can you co in?”
“What’s the matter?”
“Grandfather requests your presence.”
“Alright.”
Ning Fan turned to the three won and said, “Stay here and don’t move.”
“We shall obey the Master’s orders.”
Seeing the obedient and pleasing three won, Ning Fan felt his mood improve considerably.
“Wick, find soone to take care of them.”
As he spoke, Ning Fan released a chilling aura, then said eerie words, “If I find anyone misbehaving, the consequences will be…”
The three won were indeed captivatingly beautiful, and he was truly afraid sothing might happen.
Wick trembled and assured, “Young Master Ning, rest assured. They are your exclusive company, and I won’t let anyone cause trouble.”
“Brother, I’ll leave it to you.”
Ning Fan smiled, trusting that Wick wouldn’t be casual with him.
Otherwise, considering Wick’s ravenous nature, he would have devoured the three won long ago.
Entering the hall with the Thousand Year Eye Totem, Ning Fan discovered Tielei already waiting there, together with six seriously injured priests.
Looking at their blood-soaked state, Ning Fan nodded with satisfaction, then walked over with a solemn face.
Noticing Ning Fan’s arrival, a flicker of excitent crossed Tielei’s eyes, followed by a somber tone, “Master Ning, you’re here.”
Grinding his teeth, Ning Fan asked, “High Priest, where’s that scoundrel?”
“Alas! It’s my fault for being useless, forced to make a deal with the Pharaoh…”
With Tielei’s self-reproachful, helpless, and shaful words, the Temple’s hall instantly beca both a comfort and declaration assembly.
anwhile, Ning Fan perceived what had transpired earlier.
Unable to break the Divine Battle Decree, the Pharaoh proposed a temporary ceasefire, which aligned perfectly with Tielei’s thought.
“These old fellows lack capability but tolerate much; their skin is thick enough.”
Ning Fan’s eyes flashed with disdain; if not for the disparity between his and the Pharaoh’s power, he certainly wouldn’t have backed down so easily.
Although the next death match date was not set, the good news was that both sides had completely torn off the masks, no longer pretending as before.
When Ning Fan spat out blood to express his unyielding hatred against the Pharaoh, the assembly transitioned to the next the.
The Temple’s twelve priests have endured an imnsely fierce battle today, now having lost more than half, counting Ning Fan as the new priest it’s
six people.
“It ans another one has died.”
Realizing this, Ning Fan promptly asked, “So what about the City Hall?”
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