Chapter 839: Chapter 839 - 839 The Strongest Saint King (1)

839 The Strongest Saint King (1)

The sky was dark and the wind was strong.

The Saintess disguised herself as a maidservant of the Lan Manor and secretly sneaked into Lan Jiao’s courtyard. In the end, she realized that Lan Jiao no longer lived in the courtyard. She grabbed a maidservant who was sweeping and said coldly, “Where did the Master go?”

The maidservant said fearfully, “The… the Master has left.”

“Left?” The Saintess frowned.

The maidservant said carefully, “Yes, she should have returned to the Sikong Manor.”

The Saintess frowned even more tightly. “What do you mean? Why did the Master return to the Sikong Manor?”

The maidservant said, “The Master is married to the Second Young Master of the Sikong family, so she naturally has to return to the Sikong Manor.”

When the Saintess heard this, she understood everything.

Today, her plan to expose that girl had failed. Not only that, but that girl had even forced her mother to hand over the position of the family head.

The Saintess knocked the maidservant unconscious with a palm strike and walked towards the third branch’s original residence. As expected, her mother had already been forced to move back to her former courtyard. The repairs here were no longer as good as before, but compared to the master’s courtyard, it was still a little pale in comparison, and didn’t hold a candle to.

Lan Jiao was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, dejected.

The Saintess entered in a flash.

“Who?” Lan Jiao was shocked.

“It’s me.” The Saintess walked over.

When Lan Jiao saw her daughter, her dim eyes finally lit up. However, she thought of something and suddenly walked to the door. She stuck her head out and looked to the sides. After confirming that no one had discovered her, she closed the door and inserted the latch.

The Saintess could not help but frown slightly when she saw how vigilant she was.

Lan Jiao saw her daughter’s confusion and sighed as she explained, “The Lan Manor is no longer safe. After all, there’s Lan Qin and that girl’s spies. Don’t come here anymore. If there’s anything, get someone to bring me news. I’ll look for you.”

The Saintess asked suspiciously, “How did this happen?” That girl had only returned home for a day, but the situation in the Lan Manor was already so serious?

At the mention of Yu Wan, Lan Jiao had a headache. Lan Jiao held her forehead and sat down on a chair. “I still can’t believe everything is true… It’s clearly impossible… but it happened in front of me.”

“Mother, what are you referring to?” The Saintess asked.

Lan Jiao didn’t know where to start.

The Saintess was puzzled. “Did that girl tamper with the Saintess Stone and couldn’t verify that she’s a fake Saintess… Or… with ‘Sikong Yun’ covering up for her, Mother didn’t even have a chance to verify her?”

“Neither.” Lan Jiao shook her head in pain. “That fake Second Young Master didn’t say anything from the beginning to the end. I tested it, and it was done with more than a hundred Saintess Stones…”

The Saintess pondered and said, “More than a hundred Saintess Stones? No matter what, we should expose that girl.”

“I think so too, but… that girl is a Saintess! A Saintess who’s even more powerful than you!” Lan Jiao couldn’t bear to look back and told the Saintess about the hundred or so Saintess Stones shining together. Thinking of that “terrifying” scene, Lan Jiao’s legs and stomach went weak. “No one has ever lit up so many Saintess Stones. And they’re of different colors… This means that she’s at least a purple-clothed Saintess.”

The purple-clothed saintess was the peak of the saintess, but Lan Jiao used these two words—”at least”.

“No Saintess can do this… Even the Purple-clothed Saintess can’t… She… She’s…” Lan Jiao closed her eyes, unwilling but unable to say her guess. “She’s the Saint King!”

Boom!

A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded in the Saintess’s mind!

Saint King…

That girl was actually the king of the Sacred Clan?

Thousands of years ago, when the royal family was still insignificant, the two races, Saintess and Sorcerer, unified the world and surpassed all the royal families. If the Saintess was the envoy of the heavens in the eyes of most believers, then the Saint King and the Sorcerer King were the reincarnations of gods.

One was a slave, and the other was a master. They were worlds apart.

No matter how powerful a Saintess was, she was only a maidservant of the Saint King. The Saintess took it upon herself to serve the Saint King. However, the Saint King died earlier. Without the Saint King, the inheritance of the Sacred Clan fell into the hands of the Saintess.

As her bloodline thinned, the Saintess’s realm became much inferior to before. Even so, the Saintess was still the envoy closest to the gods in the eyes of the world.

Of course, the premise of all this was that Saint Kings were already extinct. If the people of the Nether Capital knew that the Saint King had appeared…

The Saintess immediately felt dizzy. She thought that the girl was nothing but a beauty, but she did not expect her to be the Saint King… the master of all the saintesses in the world! How could she acknowledge that girl as her master?!

“That’s not right.” The Saintess suddenly looked up as she thought of something.