Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 689

Chapter 689: People Who Shouldn’t Be Offended Chapter 689: People Who Shouldn’t Be Offended Huang Bai Xing soon received her answer.

Shortly thereafter, the clan members returned to inspect them again.

This time, the group appeared to be different from before.

However, there was no apparent change in their appearance, as they wore the same robes and shared the same height.

The members of the Witchcraft clan wore long-sleeved cream-colored robes embroidered with the triquetra symbol on their collars and sleeves.

“Check them thoroughly to see if they possess any valuable items,” a person instructed.

{Wait a minute,} Shenlian Yingyue warned Huang Bai Xing, {don’t react when someone touches your body.} Huang Bai Xing struggled to suppress her murderous intent and disgust.

She genuinely couldn’t stand being touched by others.

“There’s nothing on them except for some medium-grade spirit stones and broken defensive magic weapons,” a person reported.

“It seems like their belongings were severely damaged during the battle with the cursed spirits,” someone commented.

“I’m baffled by this.

These two women are incredibly impoverished, and they used such low-grade storage bags.

Have you ever seen anyone as poor as them?” another person asked, expressing their contempt.

The comments left both Shenlian Yingyue and Huang Bai Xing speechless.

If they were poor, then no one in this world was rich.

Xiao Yun directly burst out laughing with Wang Pei Zhi, who was reading a book and snacking on his favorite snack after defeating the Vine Terror monster.

Since everyone else was engaged in a closed practice, only Xiao Yun and the Vine Terror Monster were free.

{People called you poor, Yingyue,} Wang Pei Zhi jokingly said as he rolled on the ground, with a burst of laughter.

Shenlian Yingyue tried to stifle a smile and maintain her composure, but her forehead began to sweat as she attempted to ignore the tease.

“Is this woman dying?” someone asked, noticing Shenlian Yingyue’s situation and assuming she was in pain due to her wounds.

“Just leave her alone.

These two women are so poor; there’s no way they’re favored by the heaven,” someone else said.

“Should we kill them then?” another person asked.

“No, we should report their situation to the princess first,” one of them advised.

“I understand why you did this now, but they’re going to report back to their princess.

What are we going to do?” Huang Bai Xing asked in doubt after the others left.

“Don’t worry, smart people will figure it out,” Shenlian Yingyue winked.

“Are you saying I’m foolish?” Huang Bai Xing’s lips twitched in amusement.

“You said it yourself,” Shenlian Yingyue shrugged her shoulders.

“Here,” Huang Bai Xing indifferently took out several delicious dishes.

“For me?” Shenlian Yingyue was stunned.

“Don’t you like eating carrot soup with beef, lotus dessert, blueberry cake, and bitter matcha tea?” Huang Bai Xing leaned on the wall, took out the Spiritual Water from her portable space and drank it.

“How do you know?” Shenlian Yingyue asked in surprise, her eyes filled with doubt.

” Eat, don’t talk too much.

You’re very annoying,” Huang Bai Xing said coldly, frowning as she closed her eyes to meditate and enter practice mode.

Shenlian Yingyue stuffed the soft cake into her mouth after finishing the soup and water.

“Huang Bai Xing, you’re such a person.

If you hate someone, you’ll hate that person to the extreme, willing to go to hell and fight against the world just to make them vanish,” Shenlian Yingyue said, drinking the bitter matcha tea.

“If you like someone, a tiny detail about that person would be noticed and remembered by you.

You would risk your own life and everything you have just to protect that person,” she said, sitting in the lotus position and continuing to speak with a smile.

Huang Bai Xing didn’t seem to hear her.

Shenlian Yingyue smiled, closed her eyes, and entered practice mode.

[Twilight Forest, The Towers of Twilight] In the heart of a dense, primeval forest, numerous towers pierced the sky like shards of crystal, their majestic silhouettes a testament to the region’s mystical aura.

Among these towers, one stood tall and grand, its stature exceeding that of its neighbours.

This was the humble abode of the princess.

The figure sat on a chair adorned with the triquetra symbol.

Behind her, a sweeping canvas depicted the land, vast sea, and clear blue sky with white clouds.

The image seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light, as if two transparent beings – the Wiccan God and Goddess – hovered in the background.

“Do you know who we are?” As she listened to their report, the princess surveyed the broken defensive weapons and low-grade storage bags scattered around the room.

After a moment of contemplative silence, she posed a question.

“We are the descendants of the Witchcraft clan.” The group of wiccans and witches responded in unison.

“Do you remember what lesson our God and Goddess taught us?” The princess’s gaze lingered on them before she asked another question.

“Be trustful of our instincts and develop our intuition.

Listen to our inner voice and make decisions based on our gut feelings.” The group responded in harmony.

Their response echoed through the room, as if they were chanting some ancient spell.

“What else?” she asked lazily, leaning back into the chair.

“The world is a canvas of uncertainty,” they said, without hesitation.  “What does this mean?,” the princess asked again, seeking clarification.

“Everything we see can be influenced by our own biases and perspectives.

Not all of those are true,” they replied in unison, their voices filled with conviction.

“Did you realize your mistake now?” Her tone suddenly changed, her words dripping with coldness.

“Have you ever seen a normal person enter the Cursed Land without alarming us?

Have you ever seen the hesitation when cursed spirits make the decision to kill trespassers?” she asked, her questions laced with an unknown complexity.

The faces behind the illusion spell shifted slightly, revealing the truth.  “Didn’t you notice that those two women were fine even if we threw them in that ‘dungeon’?” She snapped her fingers, and the void displayed an image of Diyu, Dongfang Moqing, and Ji Fulin leaning against trees, looking bored.

“One of them is the Crown Prince of the Ji clan, another two people’s identities are not simple at all.

Didn’t you feel the dangerous aura emanating from them?” The princess’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

As members of the Witchcraft Clan, they associated with nature and learned to communicate with it.

They could borrow power from nature, just like elves.  “The grass and trees are afraid of their presences.

Are they normal?” The princess’s eyes sparkled with intelligence.

“They seemed to want to come and see those two women,” the princess said, her voice dripping with conviction.

Until now, everyone realized that they had almost made the biggest mistake of offending people they shouldn’t have.

“What should we do, princess?” they asked, their voices trembling with fear.

“Do as I say…” She paused, her brow furrowed in thought before responding.