The Soul Returns: The Peerless Imperial Daughter Begins to Abuse the Scumbag

The man in blue who was called "the Holy Son" was none other than Mu Lingyu, the Holy Son of Qianluo Palace. He took out a white ball from his storage ring.

This white ball was taken from that group of ignorant people.

Using this white ball, it will be easier to find the real saint.

At this moment, Mu Lingyu saw the white sphere emitting a faint red light, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The white sphere emitted a faint red light, indicating that the Saint was among the group of people by the lake.

Moreover, the white ball emitted a faint red light even before the saint's blood was dropped on it, which further confirmed that the person was the real saint.

Before, Lu Sirou was just a fake.

Mu Lingyu thought of the heart blood he had obtained from Lu Sirou more than two months ago. After he brought it back to Qianluo Palace, there was no reaction at all on the altar.

Therefore, they in Qianluo Palace knew that Lu Sirou was not the true saint that they had been looking for for ten thousand years.

As for why Lu Sirou's blood drops on the white sphere would emit a faint red light, they in Qianluo Palace did not know the reason.

Maybe the white ball that Lu Sirou was dripping with blood on was not the white ball in his hand?

However, at this moment he finally found the real saint, who was among a group of people in the distant lake.

Thinking of this, Mu Lingyu burst into laughter in his heart. This time entering the secret realm was full of surprises. He was actually about to find the real saint.

Mu Lingyu's sharp eyes swept through the crowd by the lake, trying to find the real saint.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the white ball, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

The man in blue and white next to Mu Lingyu was named Duan Tian, ​​28 years old, ninth level Spirit King, a ninth-grade formation master, and the son of Duan Qingshan, the second elder of Qianluo Palace.

Duan Tian saw the white ball in Mu Lingyu's hand flashing a faint red light, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

"Holy Son, this..." Duan Tian was so surprised that he was dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

This white sphere is lighting up. Doesn’t that mean that one of the people by the lake is the true saint of their Qianluo Palace?

"Holy Son, that Saint Girl, is she really..."

Duan Tian was about to say something, but was glanced at by Mu Lingyu with a cold gaze, and Duan Tian immediately kept silent.

"There won't be a next time." Mu Lingyu said these four words coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Duan Tian's heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his head in response.

Mu Lingyu's gaze turned to the lake again.

The real Saint is among those people. He must find her, bring her back to Qianluo Temple, and then bring her to the altar, and then...

His fingers gently stroked the white sphere, and the red light became fainter and fainter. It seemed that the saint was nearby, but it was difficult to lock on to her specific location.

A woman standing behind Mu Lingyu also saw the white ball with red light in Mu Lingyu's hand, and her expression changed slightly.

This white sphere is emitting red light. Doesn’t that mean that the real saint is among the group of people by the lake?

This woman, named Duan Sisi, is nineteen years old and a third-level spiritual general. She is the daughter of Duan Qingshan.

Duan Sisi stared at the white ball with red light in Mu Lingyu's hand with wide eyes, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Damn it! If the real Saint is found, the Son of God will ignore her even more.

Just like more than two months ago, when Qianluo Palace found that bitch Lu Sirou pretending to be the Saint, didn't the Son of God throw himself wholeheartedly into Lu Sirou's arms?

Thinking of this, Duan Sisi became furious.

No!

We must never let that damn true saint return to Qianluo Palace.

The Holy Son can only belong to her, no one else can have any hand in him, not even the real Saint. She must let her die!

Let her die?! Die?!

Oh, right!

Duan Sisi suddenly thought of the reason why Qianluo Palace wanted to retrieve the Saint Girl.

Although she didn't know the real reason, when the Son of God found Lu Sirou and determined that Lu Sirou was the Saint, she saw that the Son of God and Lu Sirou were inseparable every day, and she was furious.

In the end, it was her father Duan Qingshan who revealed to her some of the reasons why the Son of God wanted to contact Lu Sirou, and the anger in her heart was slightly relieved.

Her father Duan Qingshan told her the reason why Qianluo Temple wanted to retrieve the Saint: "If Saint Lu Sirou doesn't cooperate, she will die in the end."

Thinking of her father's words, Duan Sisi's angry face was replaced by a strange smile, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which was creepy.

A cold thought flashed through Duan Sisi's mind. In order to make the real saint die faster, she decided to take action herself.

She quietly took out a small bottle from her storage ring, which contained a colorless and odorless poison powder.

She only needs to sprinkle a small amount of poison powder on a person, and that person will die in three months. In this way, she can eliminate the real saint quietly.

She had spent a huge amount of money to get this poison in the Kingdom of Nanyan.

Originally, she bought the poison powder to sprinkle it on Lu Sirou, but Lu Sirou was killed the next day and her body was never found.

Lu Sirou's severed head was hung high at the gate of the Lu Mansion. When she saw Lu Sirou's miserable state, she was so happy.

Since this poison powder cannot be used on Lu Sirou, let's use it on the real saint now.

Duan Sisi knew that when they went to snatch the three ancient artifacts, the Son of God would definitely hold the white ball in his hand and carefully identify who was the real Saint Girl by the lake.

As long as the white ball emits a strong red light when approaching someone, it means that person is the real saint.

At that time, she would take advantage of everyone's inattention and secretly spread the poison powder on the real saint, so that she could get rid of the saint without anyone noticing.

Thinking of such a perfect plan, Duan Sisi almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Mu Lingyu naturally didn't know what Duan Sisi was planning. He scanned the crowd by the lake, trying to find the real saint.

However, he was somewhat confused by the fact that there was nothing unusual among the crowd by the lake as he expected.

At the same time, hidden in another part of the dense forest, among another group of people, a graceful woman was quietly observing the movements by the lake.

She was wearing a gorgeous yellow robe and her eyes were as cunning as a fox.

She held a green willow-leaf sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword tapped lightly on the ground, making a subtle sound, as if she was playing a silent piece of music.

In the crowd behind her, a tall man in black couldn't help but ask doubtfully: "Miss, do we really have to wait?"

"Those three artifacts are ancient artifacts. If they have been contracted, wouldn't our trip be in vain?"

"A wasted trip?" The woman raised her eyebrow, and glared at the man in black like a sharp sword. "In my eyes, Liu Qinghuan, there is no such thing as 'a wasted trip'."