Chapter 2213 - 2202: Living Up to Expectations as a Saint

Besides, who would be bored enough to toss around a pile of corpses that died by their own hand? Just thinking about it made Lin Zifeng shiver.

Forcing himself to calm down, Lin Zifeng muttered under his breath, "Human Sacrifice Tower... as the name suggests, it’s for live sacrifices. The Formation..."

Only now did Lin Zifeng realize that the ones being sacrificed in the Human Sacrifice Tower were exactly the same as the woman beside him—those clan maidens from past generations, right?

He didn’t know if there were others involved, but Lin Zifeng still felt that the shapeless fog hanging over his head had thinned a little...

Right now, the most urgent thing was to find a way to check the records of the clan maidens from previous generations. Lin Zifeng turned his head to look at Dongfang Ziyue, and his eyes couldn’t help lighting up. Even if he didn’t have those records, wasn’t there a living, breathing current clan maiden right in front of him?

He walked a few steps toward Dongfang Ziyue. Her pretty, cold face still carried traces of lingering anger. Lin Zifeng could only scratch his head and offer a fawning smile. "Miss Dongfang, about just now, sorry. I remembered some things, so I might’ve been a bit heavy-handed..."

After speaking, Lin Zifeng glanced from the corner of his eye at Dongfang Ziyue’s fair, jade-like wrist resting by her jade-like thigh, and he couldn’t help sucking in a breath of cold air.

He... had actually squeezed Dongfang Ziyue’s wrist until it was red and swollen?

On top of his shock, Lin Zifeng felt a bit of relief. Fortunately it was a special time right now. Otherwise, in normal circumstances, Dongfang Ziyue might’ve drawn her sword and hacked him on the spot!

Before he could think further, Dongfang Ziyue snorted coldly, turned her head away, and said icily, "Hmph, Lin Zifeng, don’t you think saying this now is a bit inappropriate? How could I, Dongfang Ziyue, care about such a trivial matter."

If you don’t care, then why are you turning your head away...

He grumbled inwardly, but didn’t dare say that out loud. After a dry laugh, he slowly asked, "By the way, Miss Dongfang, since you’re the clan maiden, you must know something about the previous clan maidens, right?"

Who would have thought that when Dongfang Ziyue heard this, anger surged once more onto her cold, pretty face. The jade hand holding the Green Phoenix Sword even began to tremble...

This guy really knows how to hit where it hurts!

Ever since learning the terrifying truth hidden behind the clan maiden’s identity, Dongfang Ziyue had grown utterly disillusioned with the Beiyao Ancient Clan, with no affection left. If not for the fast-approaching day of sacrifice, she wouldn’t have come back at all!

Angry as she was, Dongfang Ziyue still forced herself to calm down and said coolly, "The former clan maidens? I don’t know. Last time, didn’t I take my master’s personal Token and try to go to the Book Pavilion to check? In the end..."

Before she finished, Dongfang Ziyue slowly turned her head again, her icy gaze landing on the shivering Xiluo beside her, and she ground her teeth. "In the end, it was ruined by you, beast!"

Xiluo, swept by Dongfang Ziyue’s ice-cold gaze, hurriedly stammered, "Miss Dongfang, please calm your anger. It was all White Sky Venerable who made me do it. I’ve always been very respectful toward the two of you."

"Respect my ass! Shut up!"

Thinking back, Dongfang Ziyue remembered how she’d been deliberately made things difficult by Xiluo the moment she returned to the clan. Her jade hand gripping the Green Phoenix Sword trembled even more violently. As she loathed Xiluo in her heart, she also felt a bit displeased with Lin Zifeng beside her. Why was he keeping this beast alive?

Seeing the two anger-tinged glances Dongfang Ziyue shot at him, Lin Zifeng understood what was going on. He cleared his throat lightly and used the opportunity to walk over to Xiluo, just wanting to get a bit farther from this iceberg beauty...

Seeing Lin Zifeng walking toward him, Xiluo thought the man was going to work him over again. His body shook like a sieve, his voice full of fear. "Master, please don’t come over. I didn’t offend you just now..."

"Pfft!"

Lin Zifeng almost choked on his own saliva. What Xiluo said somehow sounded just like he was... soliciting him?

After a few deep breaths, Lin Zifeng said gravely, "Let’s skip calling me ’master,’ I don’t want to shorten my lifespan. I’m asking you: do you know anything about the previous clan maiden?"

Hearing this, Xiluo nodded like a bobbing garlic bulb and stammered, "I know... To tell you the truth, after you two left that day, I went back to the Book Pavilion again and looked through some books that recorded the past clan maidens. After all, I’m the one guarding the Human Sacrifice Tower this time."

"Oh? You’ve read the books recording the former clan maidens?" Lin Zifeng’s sword-like brows lifted, his eyes brightening. He grew more delighted in his heart—keeping Xiluo alive had been absolutely the right call.

As if afraid Lin Zifeng wouldn’t believe him, Xiluo rushed to say, "Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you. As long as I know it, I’ll tell you everything, as long as you don’t kill me. As long as you don’t kill me, any request or condition, I’ll agree to."

Waving his hand, Lin Zifeng put on a magnanimous air. "Those books should have recorded the lives of the previous clan maidens, right? Tell me about them."

As for the Book Pavilion, Lin Zifeng feared that once this matter was over, he’d never get to enter it again. Now that he finally had a clue about his mother, how could he let it slip away lightly?

"Er... well, there are a total of five books recording the clan maidens. I don’t know what exactly you want to ask?" A hint of difficulty appeared on Xiluo’s face. If Lin Zifeng wanted him to recite the full contents of all five books, he simply couldn’t do it.

Five books... Lin Zifeng rubbed his nose, thinking over what Mu Ruoyun had just told him. Then he asked in a low voice, "Do those ancient books record the cultivation Realm of the past clan maidens?"

Lowering his head to recall for a moment, a glint flashed in Xiluo’s triangular eyes, and he hurriedly said, "I remember. Back then, the books used just one line to describe the strength of the previous eighteenth clan maidens."

"They lived up to expectations, attaining Saint Realm!"

Hearing this, Lin Zifeng suddenly understood. From Xiluo’s words, it seemed that the previous eighteen clan maidens had all reached the Saint Realm!?

Shocked, Lin Zifeng urgently asked, "Then what about the nineteenth clan maiden, Meng Bingyun? There was no record of her in the books?"

Shaking his head, Xiluo wore a helpless expression. "That... I read all five books from cover to cover, and still couldn’t find anything about Meng Bingyun’s deeds..."

"Sigh, as expected."

In truth, Lin Zifeng had already guessed the answer in his heart. Meng Bingyun hadn’t been sacrificed, which for the Beiyao Ancient Clan was basically a disgrace of the highest order. How could they possibly record her in the books?

Even so, Lin Zifeng still felt a bit disappointed. It seemed the road to finding his mother would be a long one...

After sighing, Lin Zifeng rubbed his chin and muttered, "Lived up to expectations, attaining Saint Realm... lived up to expectations!"

Suddenly, his solemn expression turned to delight. If they said "lived up to expectations," that meant the requirement those guys had for the clan maidens was to reach the Saint Realm!

Combining this with what Mu Ruoyun had just said, Lin Zifeng was struck by realization. So the patterns on the Blood Pool Stone Wall needed the blood of a Saint Realm expert to awaken!