Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 155: A Blooming Divine Lotus (2)

"With this Divine Lotus, now, you shall be reborn. Through soul and body, you will transcend your former self."

A radiant glow erupted from beneath her feet as a silver lotus slowly bloomed. Its petals shimmered with ethereal light, casting a gentle brilliance that wrapped around her like a sacred veil.

Her golden hair danced in the rising wind, infused with divine energy. The air around her vibrated, filled with invisible power.

The sky above the trial realm darkened briefly before splitting open with a streak of silver lightning. Runes made of starlight began to form, circling her slowly, growing faster with each passing moment. They spiraled around her body and formed a divine cocoon.

The spirit’s voice echoed again, this time with solemn finality:

"You are no longer the girl who followed behind another’s shadow. You are now chosen by the heavens, a beacon of grace and irresistible charm. Rise as a Heavenly Enchantress."

The cocoon burst into a cloud of mist that scattered like morning fog touched by sunlight. From within, Shirley stepped forward.

She had transformed.

Her aura surged with captivating allure. Her posture carried elegance and strength, and her soft eyes shimmered with depth far beyond her years. A luminous crescent symbol glowed faintly on her forehead, signifying the inheritance she had claimed. Her robes transformed into flowing silk adorned with divine patterns, each stitch infused with spiritual energy.

Even the ancient land itself seemed to respond. The trees whispered with leaves fluttering gently. The wind carried her name as if nature itself was celebrating her rebirth.

She stood no longer as merely Shirley Wane.

Now, she was Shirley, the Heavenly Enchantress.

Outside the trial grounds, Serenity sat in silence, her fingers lightly resting on the strings of her ancient zither. A soft breeze carried the whispers of spiritual energy through the air as she waited patiently for her youngest disciple’s return.

Then the gates stirred.

From the glowing veil of the exit, Shirley emerged.

Even Serenity, calm and composed as ever, felt her breath catch for a moment.

Fiery waves of golden hair shimmered behind Shirley, cascading like Phoenix flame across her back. Her divine crimson robe, embroidered with phoenix feathers and burning with a soft inner flame, flowed with elegance and grace. Her presence had transformed entirely. No longer a mere girl chasing power, she now exuded the aura of an awakened deity.

A Heavenly Enchantress.

"Heavens!"

Gasps erupted across the field. Those gathered near the trial grounds, including disciples, elders, and visiting guests, could only stare in stunned silence. It felt as if a goddess had descended from the heavens and taken the form of a young woman.

The sheer charm that radiated from her soul struck everyone like a tidal wave. Some fell to their knees instinctively, their eyes wide with awe, unable to look at her directly without feeling their hearts tremble.

Even those of higher Martial Rank struggled to maintain composure. The weaker-willed had already succumbed completely, their faces flushed, as if under a spell.

Serenity smiled gently, lifting her gaze to meet Shirley’s.

"Well done, Yue’er" she said, nodding with satisfaction. "You have passed not just the trial... but a threshold very few ever reach."

Shirley smiled, a radiant smile so pure and bright that it left the crowd breathless.

The participants who had failed the trial stood in stunned silence, some gritting their teeth in frustration. They had trained for years, hoping to claim the inheritance of the Trial of Reflections, only to be outshone by a girl they had barely heard of before.

But none dared to act rashly. Supreme Elder Serenity herself sat not far behind Shirley, her zither resting calmly on her lap, eyes gently closed. The message was clear: Shirley was under her protection, and no one would touch a strand of her golden hair unless they had a death wish.

Despite the atmosphere of awe and envy, a soft and graceful voice broke the tension.

A young woman stepped forward from the hesitant crowd. Dressed in flowing robes of royal blue and silver, with a golden crest upon her forehead, she carried herself with elegant pride. Her aura was noble, dignified, and without malice.

"It is truly heartening to see the inheritance of the Trial of Reflections go to someone from our Blue Moon Empire," she said warmly. "As a princess of this proud empire, I offer my sincere congratulations to you, Tian Yue."

Her words rang clearly across the quiet field, and many eyes turned toward her in surprise. Unlike others, she showed no jealousy or disdain—only genuine admiration.

Shirley blinked in surprise but quickly offered a respectful nod.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I am honored by your words."

Shirley recognized her instantly.

She was the Seventh Princess of the Blue Moon Empire, Princess Lihua. A royal figure praised far and wide for her kindness and gentle nature. Stories about her compassion and grace often echoed through noble halls.

This was their first time meeting face to face.

And yet, what Shirley saw now clashed completely with everything she had heard.

As a newly awakened Heavenly Enchantress, Shirley could perceive what others could not. She could feel the true emotions of those around her, subtle waves hidden beneath the surface of words and smiles.

From Princess Lihua, she felt no warmth. No genuine admiration. Only a twisted brew of jealousy and disdain.

Behind her polished manners and sweet voice was a simmering hatred, buried deep but not invisible to Shirley’s senses.

It clung to her like a veil of poison, whispering louder than her words ever could.

Shirley said nothing. She simply smiled with composure and bowed respectfully. Then she turned and began walking away.

The moment her back was turned, she felt it. The glare. Burning and sharp like a blade across her shoulders. It was filled with venomous resentment.

But Shirley did not falter. She had survived the Trial of Reflections. She had faced her darkest memories, her fears, and the illusion of being abandoned by the one she loved.

Compared to those trials, this petty malice was no more than a passing breeze.

She walked with quiet dignity, her radiant presence unmatched by any in the crowd.

"Your Highness, now that she has taken the inheritance, how will you recover it?"

The whisper came from a shadowed figure draped in black, her voice soft like silk but tainted with venom. She stood just behind Princess Lihua, eyes fixed on Shirley’s fading silhouette.

"Without it, you cannot even compete with the other princes and princesses. That inheritance was supposed to be yours," the hooded woman added, her words heavy with warning.

Princess Lihua’s painted smile never wavered. She kept her gaze ahead, watching the golden figure of Shirley disappear from view.

"Kill her, of course," she whispered, voice laced with malice.

Her tone was smooth, but it sent a chill into the air around her. The devilish gleam in her eyes revealed the truth hidden behind her royal charm.

"Once she is dead, I will perform the forbidden rite. I only need her blood essence. That will be enough to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. That power is wasted in the hands of a flower-born commoner. She doesn’t even realize the game she has stepped into."

The hooded woman nodded slightly. "Shall I begin preparations?"

Lihua turned slightly, her smile twisting into something far crueler.

"Not yet. Let her enjoy her little moment of triumph. The higher she flies, the more satisfying it will be to rip her wings apart."

She turned and walked away, her silken robes trailing behind her like ripples of poison beneath the moonlight.

The Trial of Reflections was over.

But the real game had just begun.

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