A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 554 - 264: Dare to Pluck Peaches from the Empress of the Easts Home (Seeking Monthly Votes)
Chapter 554: Chapter 264: Dare to Pluck Peaches from the Empress of the East’s Home (Seeking Monthly Votes)
“Boom!”
“Hm?!”
Gongsun Wu crouched down, at the same time shielding her face with her hands, “Is this a clash of Royal Prestige?”
The invisible Royal Prestige erupted between the two women; it was not wind, yet it was crazier than any storm, and Gongsun Wu had never seen such terrifying Royal Prestige.
“How is this possible? I, am an Epic, no less!”
As a mighty Epic, she felt an unimaginable pressure in the clash of Royal Prestige between the two, to the point that even her eyes were forced shut.
Dare not look, cannot hear, impossible to move!
“Glala~~~”
And as the two women served as endpoints, a massive rift in space sprouted like a seedling and instantly grew into a towering tree.
Infinite branches spread like cracks in shattered glass towards the sky and all around, the screeching sound like razors scratching a blackboard made Gongsun Wu turn her face away in extreme discomfort; she tried to adapt but had to cover her ears, and only then did she feel a bit better.
“A weird feeling.”
Isefia and the Empress of the East sensed something simultaneously; although their Royal Prestige was clashing, neither could overtake the other, no matter who was stronger or weaker.
It was not a stalemate, but because their Royal Prestige originated from the same source.
Fighting one’s own self, at this moment, the Royal Prestige of both might be more confused than the masters themselves, not understanding why this was happening.
“A Superior Miracle, I see, you are Upper Tier as well,” said Isefia.
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“But how long have you possessed your miracle?” Ying Muyao said with disdain, “Merely Upper Tier, who gave you the courage to challenge me?”
A pure white stone throne appeared behind Ying Muyao; she casually sat down, then looked down with a lazy and elegant posture at the frog at the bottom of the well who dared to challenge her.
“Does the strength of a miracle depend on who has lived longer? If so, why bother with any struggle whenever two Masters of Miracles meet? Just compare who is older,” Isefia retorted, lifting her head to meet Ying Muyao’s gaze. “But you are right, I’ve had my miracle for just half a year, compared to those who refuse to die, I’m indeed far inferior.”
“…”
Ying Muyao’s beautiful brows creased slightly but soon relaxed, “Sharp-tongued.”
“Hoo~~~”
The senior sister held her breath and concentrated; she had already guessed the other’s identity.
It wasn’t hard to analyze.
The appearance of an Easterner, the attire, and that obviously high-and-mighty attitude.
That kind of temperamental air, bred from being in a high position for years, absolutely could not be imitated by ordinary folks.
‘The Empress of the East!’
‘One of the only seven possessors of Superior Miracles in the world.’
The Empress of the East was very strong, the strongest opponent she had ever encountered!
However, this battle had to be fought; there was no choice.
“I hope your skills are more formidable than your mouth,” Ying Muyao said. Following that, the clothes on her body transformed into a dark imperial robe; she donned a crown, a waist-hung ancient sword, and her sitting posture changed from casual to solemn and austere.
“You two, could you please stop for a moment?”
Bailuo appeared on the deck, like Gongsun Wu, exposed to the Royal Prestige.
However, Bailuo was immune to the Royal Prestige of the two women; he felt no pain.
“Why is he…”
Gongsun Wu watched Bailuo in shock, not understanding his origin, but as clever as she was, she immediately grasped the key point: ‘Is he the one Your Majesty is seeking, the former emperor?’
Gongsun Wu didn’t know what to call Bailuo, so she could only treat him as the former emperor.
“Why come up here, please go to a safe place, Your Majesty,” said Isefia with a hint of nervousness. “I am here, I have a way to deal with her.”
“Oh?”
Ying Muyao’s displeasure peaked, “Have a way to deal with me, you are quite arrogant, aren’t you, newbie? Isn’t this a bit too presumptuous?”
“Well…”
Bailuo didn’t know how to address Ying Muyao, and he said, “You are also my miracle, right? Can we be a bit calmer?”
‘Senior sister?’
Bailuo glanced at the new page of miracles and called out to Isefia in his heart.
‘Try it!’
Isefia and Bailuo’s tacit understanding allowed her to guess his plan almost instantly.
“Both sides, stop releasing Royal Prestige.”
“Boom!!”
Bailuo tried to issue a command from the Master of Miracles, but in the next moment, the Empress of the East’s Royal Prestige surged forward like a tidal wave, swiftly engulfing Isefia’s aura.
“What?!”
Bailuo immediately abandoned all illusions and retreated decisively to seek shelter under Isefia’s protection.
Useless!!
Bailuo’s Miracle Ordinance had no effect on Ying Muyao, and because of his words, Isefia was forced to sever the release of Royal Prestige, causing her to lose the upper hand first.
Fortunately, this was not a significant loss, and it even allowed them to gain an extremely important piece of information—Bailuo couldn’t command the Empress of the East!
“You two are really interesting.”
Looking at Isefia’s clenched teeth, Ying Muyao laughed out loud, “The battle hasn’t even started, and you’re already infighting.”
“You’re helping me this much, I’m very pleased, surely you are my good little brother.”
“Tsk.”
Isefia didn’t believe that the Female Emperor couldn’t see through it, yet she insisted on speaking as if Bailuo was biased towards her, which made her feel like a treasure of her own had been stolen.
‘Sister, little brother.’
‘So that’s how it is!’
Ying Muyao’s words made Bailuo understand their relationship; she must be the older sister who had died young.
But Bailuo didn’t understand what kind of change had taken place, how could his mortal sister become the Empress of the East?
Even if his sister hadn’t died and had obtained a miracle, she couldn’t possibly become the Empress of the East.
‘The Empress of the East must be at least 6000 years old, but she calls me little brother.’
Bailuo remembered the suddenly-appeared first page of the Book of Yagen: ‘If it’s not a case of mistaken identity, then…’
Reincarnation!
Rebirth!
Almost instantly, Bailuo guessed the connection.
The Empress of the East had reincarnated as his older sister, Bai Yao, and he might also possess some unknown past.
That wasn’t strange, after all, no one has only one lifetime.
Everyone has past lives, and Bailuo had seen countless TV dramas, movies, and novels about karmic entanglements from past lives; he was very familiar with them.
‘But when such things really happen to me,’ Bailuo thought, ‘it still feels eerie.’
“Feiya.”
Bailuo didn’t know about any past life, nor did he want to concern himself with the ‘past’; he only knew one thing right now—that the Empress of the East was kicking down the door for a visit, and she had reached his doorstep!
No matter who she was, or whether she was a man or a woman, Bailuo couldn’t be cordial anymore; that wasn’t in his character.
“This time, I’ll take action with you.”
Bailuo: “Don’t worry, I won’t join the fight, I’ll just be behind you, helping you find her weakness.”
Since the Black Leather Book defined the Empress of the East as his miracle, she was bound to be subject to certain restraints. Even if he couldn’t issue commands, as long as Bailuo kept trying, he was sure to find a way to restrict her.
Although Isefia was indeed extraordinarily talented, the Empress of the East’s aptitude was not inferior to Isefia’s, to say nothing of the countless additional years she had.
Isefia couldn’t possibly be a match for the Empress of the East!
But what if Bailuo was also counted in?
“We can win!”
Isefia clenched her fists, her gaze becoming even more resolute.
In her mind, as long as she and Bailuo worked together, there was nothing they couldn’t do.
“…..”
Ying Muyao’s face shifted slightly, not because she was afraid, but because her own little brother was actually teaming up with a strange woman to oppose her.
Strangely, the Empress of the East felt dissatisfied and for the first time in her life, an unfamiliar feeling emerged—jealousy.
“Good, very good!”
Ying Muyao didn’t look at Bailuo; instead, she directed her gaze straight at Isefia: “You two really are lovebirds, aren’t you!”
The Empress of the East: How long was I gone that my peaches have been plucked by someone else!
