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

Arriving at the reception room, Su Chenyin looked up and saw Qianluo Palace's Holy Son Mu Lingyu and several other elders sitting there.

They were calm and composed, as if everything in the world was under their control.

Lu Zhilin and Du Ruoyun sat on the main seats.

Although the two of them seemed to be chatting and laughing with the people from Qianluo Palace, there was a hint of solemnity between their brows.

Su Yi, Lu Yanchen and Lu Ziche were sitting below, their eyes fixed on Mu Lingyu and the others, with scrutiny and vigilance in their eyes.

At this moment, Mu Lingyu noticed Su Chenyin who had just walked in, and a smile instantly appeared on his face.

However, when his eyes swept over Jun Yijue beside him and found that he was still holding Su Chenyin's hand, the smile on his face suddenly froze, as if it was frozen.

But Mu Lingyu was worthy of being the Holy Son of Qianluo Palace. He quickly adjusted his expression and returned to his gentle and elegant appearance, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.

He stood up, walked towards Su Chenyin with graceful steps, and said with a gentle smile: "Miss Su, we meet again."

He bowed slightly, showing a polite gesture.

Su Chenyin also remained polite and nodded slightly, saying, "Son Mu, I wonder why you came to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion to see me today?"

Mu Lingyu stated his purpose directly, and said straight to the point: "Miss Su, we came here this time to ask you to drop blood for verification again to confirm whether you are really the Saint of my Qianluo Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a white ball from the storage ring.

The sphere emitted a faint red light, but when it approached Su Chenyin, the red light became extremely dazzling.

At this moment, the elders of Qianluo Palace opened their eyes wide, looking at everything happening before their eyes in surprise.

They found that when the white ball approached Su Chenyin, it emitted such a strong red light.

The looks they gave Su Chenyin instantly changed from initial contempt and ridicule to undisguised greed and desire.

However, they quickly adjusted their expressions, hiding them and putting on a sanctimonious look.

But Jun Yijue and Su Chenyin did not miss this subtle change.

The expressions of the two men turned gloomy at the same time, and a barely perceptible murderous intent flashed in their eyes.

Mu Lingyu held the white ball in both hands and continued, "Miss Su, please drop a drop of blood on this white ball."

"If the red light on the red ball turns into golden light, it means that you are indeed the Saint of our Qianluo Palace."

Su Chenyin glanced at the sphere and sneered, "Saint Son Mu, I remember I have verified it last time."

"The red light of this sphere did not turn into gold. I am sure that I am not the Saint of your Qianluo Palace. Why do you want me to verify it again this time?"

Su Chenyin's face was as calm as water, and he looked at Mu Lingyu with cold eyes.

Mu Lingyu felt a little guilty when he saw her eyes, but he still explained:

"I'm sorry, Miss Su. The last time we verified that you were not the Saint of Qianluo Palace, it was because the white ball malfunctioned."

"And the one I have in my hand now is brand new. Miss Su, please drop your blood to verify it again. I hope you can cooperate."

He asked her to verify it again, but his seemingly respectful tone contained a sense of coercion, and the tone was firm and could not be refused.

Su Chenyin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Oh? I see, that's what a coincidence."

At this time, Elder Duan, who was the head of Qianluo Palace, had an extremely hypocritical smile on his face.

He couldn't wait to urge Su Chenyin: "Miss Su, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"If you are really a saint, we in Qianluo Palace will do our best to train you and make you a famous figure in Yunluo Continent. By then, you will enjoy wealth and fame."

He spoke with saliva flying and a beaming smile.

The other elders all showed flattering smiles, echoed and kept urging Su Chenyin.

They were all eloquent and spoke eloquently, saying that if Su Chenyin became a saint, Qianluo Palace would provide her with all kinds of resources and support to allow her to rise quickly.

Lu Zhilin looked at Su Chenyin with a worried look on his face, always having an ominous premonition in his heart.

He always felt that this so-called saint's position seemed to be full of mysteries, and it was difficult to understand the deep meaning.

Du Ruoyun also looked worried. She held Lu Zhilin's hand tightly with a frown on her face.

Lu Zhilin patted the back of his wife's hand soothingly and looked at Su Chenyin with a firm gaze.

"My dear granddaughter, if you don't want to verify it, grandpa will help you drive away these annoying flies right now."

"We, the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, are not easy to bully. We will never be afraid of them."

Du Ruoyun also echoed, "That's right, Yinyin, we in the Zhenguogong Mansion are not afraid."

After hearing what Lu Zhilin and his wife said, the expressions of several elders from Qianluo Palace changed again and again, but they still forced themselves to smile.

Elder Duan said with a fake smile: "Old Duke, you are too serious. We have no intention of harming Miss Su. We just want to verify whether Miss Su is a saint."

"If Miss Su is truly a saint, my Qianluo Palace will definitely do our best to train her."

After saying this, Elder Duan deliberately looked at Su Chenyin, with a barely perceptible flash of calculation in his eyes.

"Miss Su, please." Mu Lingyu urged Su Chenyin again.

At the same time, he handed the white ball in his hand towards Su Chenyin.

His actions seemed polite, but in fact they concealed a certain aggressiveness.

At this moment, Su Yi, who had been sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up and wanted to say a few words to his sister.

However, before he could speak, Su Chenyin took the lead and said, "Sure, there's no harm in verifying it again."

Before he finished speaking, Su Chenyin walked forward, cut his finger without hesitation, and dripped a drop of blood onto the white ball.

In an instant, the red light turned into dazzling golden light.

Mu Lingyu stared straight at the shining golden light in front of him, and his whole body seemed to be cast under a spell, standing there motionless.

It took him a long while to come back to his senses, and an expression of irrepressible ecstasy appeared on his face.

He was so excited that his voice began to tremble: "Gold... light! It's really golden light! Miss Su, you... you really are the saint that our Qianluo Palace has been searching for!"

At this moment, after seeing this golden light, the greed in the eyes of the elders of Qianluo Palace became more intense.

They stared at Su Chenyin closely, their eyes were like a group of hungry wolves seeing a fat lamb, wishing they could pounce on her and eat her alive.

Although they tried their best to conceal their greed, Su Chenyin still keenly caught it.

These elders pretended to congratulate Su Chenyin, with hypocritical smiles on their faces.

One of the elders, Huang, said with a fake smile: "Congratulations, Miss Su has become the Saint of our Qianluo Palace."

Another elder Xu hurriedly responded, "Yes, we have been searching for ten thousand years and finally found your whereabouts. This is a great joyous event and worth celebrating!"

He had a smile on his face, and there seemed to be a hint of subtle cunning hidden in that smile.