Villain: Capture The Loli Sword Spirit At The Beginning

"Who dares to trespass into my Ten Thousand Realms Palace?"

The numerous saints all cast their gazes into the giant pit.

They scrutinized each other with suspicious eyes, a faint spiritual power already emanating from their bodies.

"Yuan Xin'er from the Fate Temple, entrusted by the former palace master, has come to stabilize the situation."

As the smoke cleared, Yuan Xin'er's voice resounded in the council chamber.

They observed this young-looking saint.

"Yuan Xin'er? I seem to have heard people mention her before..."

"Her performance on the Holy Road was quite impressive."

"She's from the Fate Temple?"

"The Fate Temple? Does it really exist?"

They observed Yuan Xin'er and slightly lowered their guard.

Some of the less knowledgeable saints had only heard of the existence of the Fate Temple but had never verified its authenticity.

"You say you were sent by our palace master?"

"Indeed."

Yuan Xin'er's voice was clear and powerful.

On her young and beautiful face, there was a maturity that didn't match her age.

Having received enlightenment from countless powerful beings in the Fate Temple, combined with her own rebirth, she was no less experienced than these saints of the Ten Thousand Realms Palace.

"Where is the evidence?"

An old voice rang out.

The Fox Spirit Saint, who was originally seated in the main position of the council chamber, stared at Yuan Xin'er with an unfriendly gaze.

She appeared like an old countrywoman, with white hair and a hunched back.

During the time when Shao Pingtian was absent from the Ten Thousand Realms Palace, she was responsible for handling most of the palace's affairs.

She was highly respected and held a prominent position in the Ten Thousand Realms Palace.

"Naturally, there is evidence."

Yuan Xin'er smiled confidently and flicked her finger.

A dull gold coin appeared in mid-air, releasing the power belonging to Shao Pingtian.

"The power of the former palace master is indeed impressive."

One saint commented.

"Indeed, before the palace master left last time, he informed the Elder Council. If one day the situation becomes uncontrollable, someone will come to help stabilize the situation in the Ten Thousand Realms Palace. I just didn't expect... it would be a genius from the Fate Temple."

The expression on the Fox Spirit Saint's face softened, but her expression still looked somewhat unpleasant.

The more people there were to share power, the less power each person would have.

"Please, everyone, take a seat. There's no need for everyone to stare at me with such intensity, as if you want to devour me."

Yuan Xin'er smiled faintly, not looking like a young prodigy who had just emerged, but rather like a seasoned old monster.

This was also thanks to the enlightenment she had absorbed in the Fate Temple.

Among these enlightenments, there were also fragments of memories.

Yang Rong, the Saint of Glory, had been staring thoughtfully at Yuan Xin'er. After hearing these words, he smiled faintly.

"Young lady, I am Yang Rong, the Saint of Glory. I have a few questions I would like to ask you. I wonder if you would be willing to answer?"

"Of course."

"You say you are from the Fate Temple? And the former palace master entrusted you to stabilize the situation, right?"

"Yes."

Yuan Xin'er smiled calmly, her delicate face both beautiful and full of spirit.

"On the gold coin, the power of the palace lord is indeed impressive. At the same time, the elders will also provide evidence to support what you said."

The Holy Yang Rong initially affirmed Yuan Xin'er and the elders' association, but soon changed the topic. His aura became as cold as a biting wind.

"But... how do we know that you are not colluding with the elders?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.

The wariness that had been set aside for Yuan Xin'er suddenly returned.

Even some people's gaze towards the Holy Fox became suspicious.

"Yang Rong! What are you saying?" The Holy Fox's face turned unpleasant as he looked at Yang Rong. "Do we need you to question the loyalty of our elders?"

Faced with the Holy Fox's loud reprimand, Yang Rong remained calm.

This kind of reaction was within his expectations.

"The loyalty of the elders to the Ten Thousand Realms Palace is beyond doubt. I and everyone present believe that the elders will not do anything that harms the interests of the Ten Thousand Realms Palace. But what if this is something you fabricated, wanting to conspire together to seize the position of the palace lord?"

As Yang Rong spoke, he even summoned a tea leaf and a teacup from his storage space.

He leisurely looked at Yuan Xin'er and the Holy Fox, his gaze shifting between the two.

The Ten Thousand Realms Palace can be powerful or weak, but it cannot dominate alone.

Because that would not be conducive to his own plans for advancement.

"Yang Rong, you are being despicable. Don't assume that others are as despicable as you!"

"Holy Fox, oh Holy Fox, this is not my own imagination. It is the recent behavior of your elders that has informed me. Everyone should think about it carefully, how many elders have shown their Divine Abilities when the palace lord announced the selection of the next palace lord."

Yang Rong's words made the already restless council chamber even more chaotic.

Indeed, the elders were loyal.

When Shao Pingtian had not returned to the Upper Realm, no one in the entire elders' council had thought of becoming the palace lord.

Even though they had no idea when he would return, no one had ever thought of selecting a new palace lord.

But when Shao Pingtian returned and announced the selection of the next palace lord, many people's thoughts became impure.

Including the Holy Fox, many had the intention to compete for the position of the palace lord.

"You!"

"What about me? Holy Fox, you are upright and honest, but you still want to hide your desire for the position of the palace lord?"

"Haha, it is true that I, the Holy Fox, have thoughts about the position of the palace lord, but to say that I fabricated lies for this purpose, I am not capable of such a thing!"

"Who knows?"

Yang Rong shrugged and couldn't help but take a sip of tea from the teacup.

Since Shao Pingtian disappeared after his battle with Song Qingtian, no matter how you look at it, this is only the testimony of the elders and Yuan Xin'er.

He looked at Yuan Xin'er with a smile, but found that she remained calm.

"What's wrong, little girl? Can't say anything?"

Want to stabilize the situation?

Just see if he, Yang Rong, allows it.

"Do you know... why our former palace lord entrusted the Fate Temple to intervene and stabilize the situation?"

"Don't try to trick me with your words. I don't acknowledge that the palace lord entrusted you with the Fate Temple, and I don't acknowledge that you are a member of the Fate Temple."

Yuan Xin'er smiled faintly, not paying attention to Yang Rong's words. "It is to eliminate all unstable factors when the situation is chaotic."

Boom!

A powerful and terrifying aura erupted from Yuan Xin'er's body. The mysterious and unfathomable path of fate seemed to envelop Yang Rong's entire body. Yuan Xin'er's eyes gradually became profound, as if she could see through everything about Yang Rong.

"Since you want to cause trouble, then I will behead you on behalf of our former palace lord!"

"Bold words!"

Being looked down upon by Yuan Xin'er, Yang Rong also felt quite angry.

He was just a young genius, daring to be so arrogant towards him, an old Saint Realm powerhouse!

In an instant, the two of them engaged in a fierce battle.