I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 928: Chapter 222: The Sorrow of the Saintess

The Commander of the Divine Guards pondered and felt that Gang Fansina’s words made sense, so he accepted the command and said, “Then I will trouble the Protector to take care of it. I will now lead my brothers to search the Gobi Desert, and we will not let the Holy Maiden be in any danger.”

Gang Fansina nodded with relief to the Divine Guard Commander, “That’s very good, may the Protectorate God be with you.”

The procession escorting the Holy Maiden stopped outside the Gobi Desert in a poplar grove, where the Commander, with a light and swift entourage, rode their pack animals towards the Sukhle Gobi. Each of them carried three days of rations, determined to completely scour the Gobi in the shortest amount of time.

After watching the Divine Guards disappear into the Gobi, Gang Fansina turned and approached where the Holy Maiden’s carriage was standing.

The Holy Maiden’s carriage was a resplendent Golden Flower Carriage made from indestructible spirit metal, capable of withstanding even the combined strikes of those transcending the Mortal Realm. The carriage was shrouded on all sides by curtains adorned with images of the Buddha, and its dome-like top made the carriage appear sacred and inviolable.

The Golden Flower Carriage had no windows on its sides, just a compartment door at the front that connected the inside and outside. Inside were a bed, table, chairs, and provisions of food and drink, all prepared for the Holy Maiden, so that in the worst-case scenario she could close the doors and wait for the Divine Guards’ rescue.

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At this moment, the Protector from the Krakho stood outside the Golden Flower Carriage, and suddenly a gentle female voice came from inside, “Why has the procession stopped?”

Gang Fansina replied, “To report to the Holy Maiden, up ahead is the neighboring area of Sukhle, notorious for bandits. Therefore, the Commander has stopped the carriage here in this poplar grove and taken the Divine Guards to scout ahead. For the next two days, this Protector will ensure the Holy Maiden’s safety.”

“I see, thank you so much, Master Gang Fansina.”

“The Holy Maiden is too gracious,” Gang Fansina said, his face unchanged but his heart burning with passion as he listened to the gentle voice of the woman. “Holy Maiden, the Commander took all the drinking water with him when he left. May I ask if the carriage has sufficient water? If so, could you spare some for when the Divine Guards return, so they need not go searching for a water source?”

Sanulu, sitting inside the luxurious carriage, heard Gang Fansina’s words and glanced at the full water trough on the carriage wall. She was about to agree but suddenly remembered the Holy Maiden’s duties and apologetically said, “There is ample water in the carriage, but Sanulu cannot consent to Protector Gang Fansina’s request. Sanulu has dedicated everything to the Protectorate God and, apart from during the rituals, I must not come into contact with any man. Although Master Gang Fansina is a Buddhist Protector, he is not a monk under the Protectorate God, so I cannot meet with the Master.”

Expecting the naïve little Holy Maiden to simply open the carriage door, Gang Fansina was frustrated to be refused due to his status. He said with displeasure, “The Holy Maiden’s foremost duty is to be merciful. Just open a crack in the door so this Protector can pass in the water, there’s no need for contact. Does the Holy Maiden not trust this Protector?”

“Master Gang Fansina has misunderstood,” the voice of Sanulu from inside the carriage quickly replied. “If that’s the case, I’m sure the Protectorate God will not fault me, I will open the door for the Master.”

As the mechanisms of the Golden Flower Carriage activated, Gang Fansina secretly rejoiced, watching as the carriage doors slowly swung open. The impatient Protector from Krakho hurried forward, grabbing the door and tearing it open to its fullest extent.

Intending only to crack the door open, Sanulu was shocked to see Gang Fansina acting so rudely and involuntarily stepped back in alarm.

Looking up, the noon sunlight fell on the man’s back, casting Gang Fansina’s face entirely in shadow.

The supposed righteous Buddhist Protector’s eyes were filled with desire, like that of a parched bandit reveling in a downpour.

There was a slight curl at the corner of his mouth, a feral grin showing off one side of his tiger-like teeth, as if he were a beast ready to devour his prey.

On Gang Fansina’s face there was excitement, desire, impetuousness, bloodlust, but no calm or compassion.

Sitting across from this stranger, Protector Sanulu couldn’t help but retreat, but she tripped over the bed and fell onto it, inadvertently revealing two slender, snow-white legs beneath her skirt.

Overcome by a surge of lustful fire, Gang Fansina could no longer hold back at such a sight. He cast off his robe and pounced towards the pure girl who seemed as timid as a lamb.

“Master, let go, let go of me! Don’t do this, let go, I am the Holy Maiden of the Protectorate God, don’t you fear the Protectorate God in heaven will punish you?”

Gang Fan, having just torn the white yarn from Sang Lu’s body, heard these words and couldn’t help but let out a lecherous laugh, “What do you think the Divine Guards choose a Holy Maiden for? It’s to reward those who have served the Feitian Sect well, like myself. Since the Holy Maiden has offered everything to the Divine Guards, let her use her body to reward them instead!”

“No! No!!”

The heart-wrenching wails did nothing to awaken any mercy in a man overcome with bestial lust, and a weak woman without the strength to truss a chicken could only hope for death before the warriors of the Fierce Realm.

Humiliation and pain, accompanied by the tearing agony, the heaving hideous body, and the heavy panting were like whispers from demons. Sang Lu closed her eyes, tears streaming down from the corners, crystallizing before they even fell.

The prolonged agony seemed endless until another shout erupted within the carriage.

“Ah!! What are you doing!”

A dazzling blade light appeared in response, like the mysterious moon in the sky, slashing towards the man who had been galloping upon the bed. The blade light, cold as snow, under the intense shock, sent Gang Fan to ecstasy, and in the tidal wave of pleasure, he was unable to dodge. Shivering, he let the young man’s long sword behead him.

Gang Fan Sina was confident, feeling that even without looking, he could sense that although the opponent’s sword was impressive, the sword-bearer’s cultivation was far too inferior. If a powerful warrior from the Fierce Realm could be killed by a Mortal Realm warrior with a single strike, it would be an insult to his decades of arduous practice.

Therefore, Gang Fan, the Protector, still immersed in the lingering pleasure of ecstasy, did not even turn his head, allowing the dragon-like strike to slash at his neck.

The sword fell, and the head was severed. His formidable body offered not even the slightest resistance; blood gushed forth like a fountain, splashing onto Sang Lu’s face.

His decapitated head, rising into the sky, was filled with disbelief, as if unable to accept death at the hands of a Mortal Realm warrior until, spinning through the air, Gang Fan finally saw clearly. There was not only the Mortal Realm youth but also a tall, thin man wearing a mask, his eyes fraught with gloom.

The long sword that the youth had tossed aside still lingered with the powerful Innate Qi of gold and earth.

So that was it.

Gang Fan closed his eyes, and his head tumbled to the ground, rolling away.

“Ah Mei, Ah Mei!” Dong Zhi rushed to the bed, frantically taking off his clothes to cover Sang Lu’s bare upper body, and cried inconsolably, “It’s all Ah Ge’s fault, Ah Ge should never have let you become a Holy Maiden.”

The once vibrant and lively girl now seemed soulless, turning her head to look at her most beloved brother with vacant eyes.

“Ah Mei, what’s wrong with you, don’t scare Ah Ge.”

Seeing his sister’s ashen eyes, Dong Zhi fell apart once more, kneeling in front of the bed, vigorously slapping his own face.

“Slap! Slap!! Slap!!!”

“It’s all Ah Ge’s fault, all Ah Ge’s fault, Ah Mei, say something!”

The only sounds in the silent carriage were the slaps and the young girl’s tears.