451: Chapter 205: Thirteen Paths of Turbulent Waves 451: Chapter 205: Thirteen Paths of Turbulent Waves “Revenge!” the little girl erged from behind the door, her expression stubborn.
“You?!” The shopkeeper was shocked; he hadn’t sensed the little girl’s presence at all.
Clearly, Lu Hong had tampered with sothing.
It was too late when the shopkeeper realized this, so he looked at the little girl and said, “Young lady, stop fantasizing about vengeance.
The Golden Saint Mother is a Third Transition Peak cultivator who, according to rumors, once road the Star Sea and had a battle with the White Tower’s master, ending in a draw.
Thinking of such a person, who stands at the pinnacle of mountains, she is not soone we can take revenge upon.
Isn’t living here peacefully with good enough?”
“No,” the little girl shook her head, “Although I have never t my mother, I am grateful for the life she gave .
I used to think she abandoned , and I could ignore it, but now that I know she was murdered and my father did nothing, I cannot remain indifferent.
Even if it costs my life, I must confront him and ask why he abandoned us!”
It was no surprise she had the bloodline of great figures; so things are truly innate and cannot be learned.
“You…” the shopkeeper was at a loss for words, and then he sighed, “For many years, I have been worried about your identity being discovered, living in fear.
Now, you want to expose yourself willingly; what can I say?”
“Bless ,” the little girl smiled slightly, “Wish that I can et my father and take revenge on the Golden Saint Mother to console my mother’s spirit in heaven.”
Lu Hong did not interject; he just quietly watched.
If the little girl wished to seek revenge and was willing to leave, Lu Hong would take her and let the Holy King guide her to begin her cultivation path.
However, if the little girl chose not to disrupt her peaceful life, Lu Hong would respect her decision.
After all, seeking revenge against the elite of the Star Sea was undoubtedly a path filled with untold hardships.
Having lived with the little girl for years, the shopkeeper knew her personality well; once she made up her mind, she wouldn’t change it.
Therefore, he turned to Lu Hong, “Friend, since you’ve helped her realize the truth, you won’t refuse to assist her, right?”
“Of course, I’ll help her transition careers and ensure her safety along the way.
Don’t worry,” Lu Hong waved his hand and asked the little girl, “What is your na?”
“I’m called Little Miss; my uncle didn’t give a na.”
Sensing the little girl’s resentful tone, the shopkeeper grimaced and said, “Wait a mont.”
He got up and went into the kitchen, rummaging through boxes to find a small iron box marked with divine patterns, “This was with you when I found you.
It contains your na.”
He solemnly handed it to the little girl, “Consider well, once you use this na, you will take on this responsibility.”
The little girl nodded, opened the iron box, and found inside a beautifully engraved jade pendant with the na “Auli.”
Taking out the pendant, the little girl put it around her neck and said to her uncle who had raised her for many years, “From now on, I have a na.
I am Auli Sakaria.”
Sakaria was the surna of the ruler of the Golden Temple, and it was also the little girl’s surna if indeed she was the child who had escaped from the Golden Temple.
“Good, good,” the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, keeping a secret for so long and now being able to let it go really felt like a weight had been lifted.
Knowing the deep bond between the little girl and the shopkeeper, Lu Hong gave them a mont, then got up and said, “Auli, tomorrow morning I will wait for you by the mountain gate.
If you are not there by ten o’clock, I will assu you’ve changed your mind.”
“Yes, Big Brother, I will definitely co!”
Leaving the teahouse, Lu Hong found a nearby inn to rest temporarily.
According to Lord Yeji Star, before the Canglan Mountain gate lay thirteen paths that directly corresponded to thirteen temples.
These thirteen paths had no strict restrictions; anyone from any profession could enter them for trials, and the trial sites were the thirteen interfaces between this place and the Xia Qing plane.
Each temple controlled one interface and established its own trials.
Each temple’s trial was different, and the number ofApples trials was also different.
Although the trials were slightly adjusted each year, the basic structure of major trials did not change.
If you encountered an insurmountable challenge, you could choose to pause outside the challenge area.
As long as you did not die inside, you had limitless opportunities to retry.
Of course, retreating back the way you ca was also an option the temple did not mind.
However, the temple did not forbid killing, and they did not guarantee safety on the way back.
Therefore, in the Canglan Path, sotis the trials were not the greatest threat; rather, it was those cultivators who lingered in the path and did not leave, lurking in the shadows and striking unexpectedly with a deadly blow.
In reality, none of the thirteen divine paths was entirely suitable for Lu Hong; if he had to choose, it would only be the Strength Divine Path.
Thus, Lu Hong decided to begin his cultivation in the Strength Divine Path, aiming to advance to Third Transition as soon as possible.
The next morning, Lu Hong arrived early at the mountain gate, looking at the group of temple powerhouses with contempt.
He thought, “We’re all human, and yet watching as different races bully our own without intervening?
I truly disdain such people.”
At that mont, an extra teleportation gate suddenly split open in front of the mountain gate, and a man two ters tall stepped across from it.
As the man appeared, a strong oppressive force made it suffocating.
The burly man surveyed the various professionals who had gathered to attend the trials at Canglan Path and laughed, “Baron Yitian, I know you’re here, why not show yourself?”
Seeing that Lu Hong ignored him, the burly man spoke again, “As peers of the imperial nobility, I believe we would have a lot to discuss.
Must you really throw your life away in the Canglan Path?”
Lu Hong still ignored the goodwill thrown his way.
This ti, the burly man wasn’t pleased and scoffed, “Turning down a kind gesture, if you could make it through Canglan Path to the Celebration of Stars, I could tell you a big secret.”
Having said that, the burly man turned and stepped into the teleportation gate behind him, disappearing from everyone’s sight.
Facing this imperial duke, Lu Hong felt a strong threat; the opponent was very strong, indeed very strong.
The imperial seats of nobility were few, and those who were ennobled as dukes, throughout history, only occurred six tis.
Furthermore, the duke’s position in the empire could not be inherited; there was no such thing as hereditary succession unless the duke’s son or daughter was exceptionally outstanding, convincing the Great Emperor that they fully deserved this honor, they might be allowed an exception.
The burly man was a complete war fanatic, initially rebelling to wage war across the Star Sea unrestrained.
After suffering losses, he wised up and began to engage in political struggles, only to be defeated miserably by Zhong Konstantin and lose control over the Military Departnt.
After failing twice, he hid his sches deeper and with the help of the power of the temple, he significantly elevated his strength and beca a top powerhouse with brains and power—though, of course, his past failures were an indelible part of his history.
“The gate is open, Trialists, enter in order!”
Following the command of the Guardian of the Temple, a large group of Trialists walked towards their chosen paths of Canglan, a flash of blue light disappearing in front of the mountain gate.
Lu Hong wasn’t in a hurry; he was waiting for the arrival of the little girl.
Fifteen minutes shy of ten o’clock, the little girl, panting heavily, ran up to Lu Hong, “Big Brother, I’m here!”
Lu Hong rubbed her little head with a smile, “What happened?
Did you run into trouble on the way?”
“Not too bad,” the little girl chuckled, tilting her head to try to hide the swollen marks on her cheeks.
Lu Hong ignored her; to seek revenge against the Golden Mother, one must possess a strong heart.
Of course, the girl’s actions also pleased him very much, so he said, “When your cultivation is successful, co back and seek revenge yourself.
I believe in you.”
“Mm,” the little girl clenched Lu Hong’s hand, “Big Brother, let’s go.”
“Alright.” Lu Hong took Auli’s hand and walked towards the entrance of the God of Strength Path.
Watching the two walk towards the teleportation gate, the Guardian of the God of Strength Path blocked Lu Hong discontentedly, “I don’t mind if you want to challenge the God Path, but what is the aning of bringing a child?
Are you provoking the Temple of the God of Strength?!”
“I will take her through the God Path, please step aside,” Lu Hong replied to the temple’s man with a disdainful tone.
The Guardian of the God of Strength Path stared at Lu Hong, then chuckled softly after a mont and stepped back half a step, clearing the way, “Kid, I’ll rember you!”
“You’d better rember well, don’t forget,” said Lu Hong, pulling Auli through and disappearing in front of the teleportation gate to the God of Strength Path.
In a flash of confusion, the two officially entered one of the thirteen paths of Canglan, the God of Strength Path.
Under Lu Hong’s protection, the little girl felt no discomfort and spoke, “Big Brother, it seems like you’ve offended that bad guy.”
“You know he’s a bad guy?” Lu Hong asked with a smile, “How did you figure that out?”
The little girl Auli solemnly said, “Brother is a good person, willing to take to cultivate and help seek revenge; naturally, anyone opposed to you is a bad person.”
“Hahaha!” Lu Hong laughed heartily, patting her little head, “I’m Lu Hong, you can call …”
Lu Hong thought for a mont, realizing that any form of ‘Brother’ just didn’t sound right coming from him, “Never mind, you call whatever you like.”
“Okay, Big Brother!” Auli smiled sweetly.
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