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

But another wise young man shook his head in doubt: "But judging from her attitude, she doesn't seem to want to have too much to do with Qianluo Palace. I think there must be something hidden here."

His words caused the people around him to think deeply, and everyone nodded in agreement.

The discussions in the crowd grew louder and louder, with all kinds of speculations and exclamations intertwined to form a noisy torrent of sound.

Despite everyone's speculation and amazement, Su Chenyin remained calm.

There was no surprise or excitement in her eyes, but instead a hint of mockery.

She sneered in her heart. Qianluo Palace trained her? Protected her? It was ridiculous!

Maybe he wants to kill her?!

Su Chenyin's bright and clear eyes looked directly at Mu Lingyu in front of him, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

She sneered, "Haha? The Saintess of Qianluo Palace? Then you really have found the wrong person."

"I am not from your Qianluo Palace, much less a saint. The saint of your Qianluo Palace can be wherever she wants. It has nothing to do with me."

There was a hint of contempt and disdain in her tone, and she seemed to care nothing about Qianluodian's identity.

When Mu Lingyu heard Su Chenyin's answer, he was stunned.

He never expected that Su Chenyin would refuse so decisively, and there was even obvious sarcasm in her tone.

However, he was not angered by Su Chenyin's ridicule.

On the contrary, when he saw the red light of the ball in his hand flashing abnormally, he became more determined in his thoughts.

He firmly believed that the Su Chenyin in front of him, who was extremely cold and ruthless to him, was the Holy Maiden of their Qianluo Palace!

The crowd around fell into a brief silence because of Su Chenyin's response, as if time had stopped.

Then, a new round of whispering began, with everyone talking about it.

Mu Lingyu said with a fake smile: "Girl, whether you admit that you are the Saint of our Qianluo Palace or not, I must verify it myself."

Then, he continued, "Please drop a drop of blood on this ball. If the red light from the ball turns golden, it means that you are indeed the Saint of our Qianluo Palace."

"On the contrary, if no such changes occur, it proves that you are not a saint, and we will naturally not bother you anymore."

Finally, he said in a tone that seemed polite but was actually tough: "Girl, please!"

After saying that, Mu Lingyu handed the white ball to Su Chenyin, trying to force her to accept his request.

Su Chenyin raised her chin slightly, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust, and she ruthlessly rejected Mu Lingyu's request.

"I said, I am not the saint you are looking for in Qianluo Palace, and I don't want to have anything to do with you. I am not interested in participating in your so-called verification."

Her voice was as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years. Every word she spoke was so chilling that the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees.

At this moment, the surrounding environment seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere between them and became extremely depressing, as if a dark cloud covered the entire space.

The breeze stopped quietly, and even the leaves seemed to be frightened by the solemn atmosphere and dared not shake at all.

The clouds in the sky were originally azure blue, but as time went by, they gradually turned into a sunset-like red, as if they were also attracted by the tense atmosphere.

The sunset came quietly without anyone noticing, like a huge red fireball hanging in the sky, dyeing the entire sky a fiery red.

The crowd around was silent, without a sound.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Chenyin and Mu Lingyu, as if waiting for a storm to come.

The warm afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, but failed to bring a bit of warmth to the tense atmosphere. Instead, it made the whole scene seem even more desolate and depressing.

Mu Lingyu frowned, he held the ball tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

He stared at Su Chenyin intently, the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, but became even more resolute.

"Girl, this matter is of great importance. If you don't cooperate, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resolve it."

His tone became tougher, and there was a hint of threat in his eyes.

Su Chenyin just sneered and responded fearlessly: "Do you think I'm afraid of your threats?"

Jun Yijue held Su Chenyin's soft and boneless hand tightly, giving her silent support.

He stared at Mu Lingyu with the same cold eyes, as if warning him not to try any dangerous actions easily.

Duan Sisi, who was standing behind Mu Lingyu, had a hateful and vicious look in her eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate Su Chenyin's body.

She bit her lower lip tightly and swore secretly in her heart that she would make Su Chenyin pay a heavy price no matter what.

However, at this moment, Su Chenyin appeared unusually calm.

She straightened her spine slightly, and her whole body exuded an inviolable aura of majesty.

Mu Lingyu frowned slightly, and the space between his eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a knot. The gentle mask seemed to have cracks at this moment.

He had never expected Su Chenyin to be so stubborn, but he was unwilling to give up just like that.

After all, the reaction of this ball was too strong, and he absolutely could not miss this great opportunity to find the saint.

Mu Lingyu was silent for a while, then spoke again: "Girl, if you are really not a saint, why are you so afraid of verification?"

"As long as you can drop a drop of blood on this sphere, if the sphere doesn't react at all, I will naturally let you go."

After saying that, he moved the ball emitting red light in his hand closer to Su Chenyin.

Su Chenyin's brows furrowed even more tightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Mu Lingyu's behavior.

She didn't rush to catch the ball.

Instead, she stared at him with a cold and sharp gaze, as if she was thinking about something important.

Jun Yijue, who was standing aside, couldn't help but frown, and the atmosphere around them became even more tense.

After a moment, Su Chenyin suddenly smiled, finally stretched out her hand, and slowly took the ball.

But what was surprising was that in public, Su Chenyin was not in a hurry to shed blood.

On the contrary, she took the ball in her hand and kept playing with it, with a playful smile on her face.

"Saint Son Mu, since you want to know the answer so much, then I will pity you and show mercy to you for once, and satisfy your curiosity."

Su Chenyin's voice was clear and pleasant, but it revealed a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

After saying that, she bit her finger without hesitation and a drop of blood fell onto the ball.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Chenyin's movements, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still.

A trace of nervousness flashed across Mu Lingyu's face, and he stared closely at the blood dripping onto the ball.

He secretly prayed that the sphere would emit golden light, proving that Su Chenyin was the Saint of their Qianluo Palace.

However, after the drop of blood fell on the sphere and was instantly absorbed, it did not produce golden light as Mu Lingyu said.

On the contrary, the red light on the sphere only flickered a few times and then returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.