diymy Chapter 440 The False Moon God's Mission and the Dark God's Decree
Chapter 440 The False Moon God's Mission and the Dark God's Decree
Xu Longxiang suddenly turned his head, his eyes suddenly brightening as if a lamp had been lit in the darkness.
Chen Ruoyao stood at the entrance of the main altar, dressed in white like snow, with long hair like a waterfall, and without a mask.
The morning light shone on her, illuminating her stunningly beautiful face with exceptional clarity. Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn waters, and a faint smile graced her lips.
Xu Longxiang rushed over in three quick steps, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"Miss Suxin, why...why are you out here?"
Chen Ruoyao looked at him and smiled, a smile that was warmer than the one she had given him in the hall.
Like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, creating a gentle ripple.
"Young Master Xu is embarking on a long journey; how could I not come to see him off? Otherwise, wouldn't it be extremely impolite?"
Xu Longxiang couldn't help but smile slightly.
The upward curve grew larger and larger, until it finally stretched into a smile that couldn't be suppressed.
The disappointment, bitterness, and reluctance he felt in the hall just now vanished like smoke blown away by the wind, leaving not even a trace.
"Miss Suxin, you flatter me. I am... I am flattered."
His voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if he were walking on clouds, unable to find a foothold.
Chen Ruoyao looked at him, and the smile on her lips deepened.
She lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling gently like two feathers shivering in the wind.
Her voice became even softer, so soft it sounded like she was talking to herself.
"Young Master Xu, I have carefully considered what you said in the hall just now."
Xu Longxiang's pupils dilated suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by a pressure point.
Chen Ruoyao raised her head to meet his gaze, a hint of just the right amount of shyness and hesitation flashing in her eyes.
"Actually... it's not entirely impossible."
Xu Longxiang's mouth suddenly opened wide, his eyes widening as if he had heard some incredible divine revelation.
Xu Longxiang felt his heart pounding like a drum being struck, and even his breathing became rapid.
"Miss Suxin, what...what did you say?"
Chen Ruoyao lowered her head and gently twisted the hem of her dress in her sleeve. The movement was natural and shy, like a young woman who had just confessed her feelings.
"But I'd like to know more, is that alright? After all... we haven't known each other for very long. I don't know you well enough, and you don't know me well enough."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of timidity and tentativeness.
Xu Longxiang nodded frantically, his head bobbing like a pestle, the veins on his forehead bulging.
"Of course! Of course! Whatever Miss Suxin wants to know, I, Xu, will answer to the best of my knowledge! Or... or should I stay for a few more days?"
He almost blurted out, "I'm not leaving."
Chen Ruoyao shook her head, her smile deepening.
"No need. Go back to the North; the North needs you. We... can communicate by falcon, it's the same."
Xu Longxiang paused for a moment, then laughed, a hearty and cheerful laugh that echoed in the morning breeze.
"Alright! Alright! I'll write to you as soon as I get back! Miss Suxin, you must reply!"
Chen Ruoyao smiled but didn't say anything.
She nodded slightly, turned around, and walked towards the main altar.
The white robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze, like a cloud blown by the wind.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped without looking back.
"Young Master Xu, have a safe journey."
Her voice drifted over from ahead, very soft and faint.
Then she stepped forward and disappeared into the shadows of the passageway.
Xu Longxiang stood there, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
His eyes shone like two polished stars, and he transformed from a dejected man into a radiant one, as if he were a completely different person.
Fan Li stood beside the carriage, looking at His Highness's expression with utter bewilderment.
He didn't understand what His Highness and the Moon Goddess had just said, but he vaguely guessed some of it.
His Highness's eyes, His Highness's smile, His Highness's barely suppressed excitement.
That was clearly the look of someone who had fallen in love.
Fan Li's heart skipped a beat.
He had a bad feeling, but he couldn't say anything.
His Highness is in high spirits, and his actions of dampening the mood at this moment will only displease His Highness and damage the trust between them.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Xu Longxiang turned around, walked briskly to the carriage, lifted his robe, and jumped onto the carriage.
"Let's go! Back to the North!"
His voice was loud and clear, carrying an irrepressible vigor, like a victorious general riding a tall horse, returning in triumph.
The carriage started slowly, its wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs with a "clattering" sound.
Xu Longxiang leaned against the car wall, closed his eyes, and still had that smile on his lips.
His mind was filled with her face, her smile, and her words, "Actually, it's not entirely impossible."
He felt his heart soaring, like a bird breaking free of its cage, flying towards the clear blue sky.
As the carriage drove further and further away, the outline of the Moon Goddess Cult's headquarters grew smaller and more blurred in the morning light, finally disappearing into the vast mountains.
At the entrance of the main altar, Chen Ruoyao slowly emerged from the shadows of the passageway.
She stood with her hands behind her back, gazing in the direction the carriage had disappeared, the smile on her lips gradually fading.
All that remained in his eyes was disdain.
She had initially thought that this so-called Prince Zhenbei, Xu Longxiang, was quite capable, after all, he commanded 300,000 iron cavalry, his power shook the northern border, and even His Majesty had to be wary of him.
But now it seems that compared to His Majesty, he is nothing but a pile of shit, not even as good as the mud under His Majesty's feet.
She recalled His Majesty's majestic appearance, and the way he sat on the bed with clear, calm eyes.
Her face immediately turned red, the blush quickly spreading across her cheeks, then burning up to her ears and neck.
Chen Ruoyao had always harbored feelings for the Emperor of Qin.
From when she was a peasant girl in a mountain village
From the moment she first heard the name of the Emperor of Qin,
From the moment she first sketched the image of the man who would rule the world and reign supreme over the nine provinces in her heart.
She felt that only a man like that was worthy of being her ideal man.
Now, she finally saw him, and he was even more perfect, more dazzling, and more intimidating than she had imagined.
Moreover, he won her over, gave her a true identity, helped her emerge from the shadow of being a substitute, and allowed her to become her true self.
Thinking of this, Chen Ruoyao felt an almost frantic surge of admiration and love.
Like a flame doused with oil, it burned brighter and brighter, making her body burn with heat, and making her breathing rapid.
She was willing to do anything for His Majesty, even go through fire and water.
Even if it means death, I want to die by his hand.
Chen Ruoyao took a deep breath, suppressing her surging excitement little by little, and turned around to face the Moon Goddess Sect's headquarters.
The morning light shone on the white, circular building, bathing the palaces, corridors, and platforms in a pale golden glow.
The enormous statue of the moon goddess on the high platform still stands, dressed in white as snow, holding the bright moon, overlooking everything below.
Looking at the place where she had lived for many years, Chen Ruoyao felt a surge of unprecedented excitement.
Finally, she became the true master of this place, no longer a substitute for anyone, no longer the shadow of the moon goddess, no longer a tool that could be replaced at any time.
She is Chen Ruoyao, the Moon Goddess.
Her eyes stung with tears of joy, tears of relief after surviving a disaster, tears that showed she could finally stand tall in the sunlight, no longer needing to hide behind someone else's mask.
Of course, Chen Ruoyao didn't get too carried away.
She remembered it vividly, she remembered the task His Majesty had given her before he left.
The way to educate believers is no longer to bewitch people as before. We must guide them with the right path and make them subjects of the Great Qin, not puppets of the Moon Goddess Cult.
We must govern the southwestern border region well, ensuring that the people are well-fed and clothed, and free from the suffering of war.
This is His Majesty's trust in her, and also His Majesty's test for her.
She cannot let His Majesty down.
To accomplish this task, it is necessary to purge some people.
The Moon Goddess Cult is too large, with hundreds of thousands of followers and branch altars spread across three prefectures and sixteen counties. After so many years of operation, some people have become greedy for enjoyment, accustomed to being high and mighty, and used the name of the Moon Goddess to oppress the people and line their own pockets.
These people will definitely not want to change and will definitely obstruct her reforms.
A cold killing intent flashed in Chen Ruoyao's eyes.
It's time to clean it.
With her first-grade Finger Profound Realm strength, she was more than capable of dealing with ordinary martial artists.
However, there are many experts in the Moon Goddess Sect. Some of the elders and protectors have even reached the peak of the First Grade Vajra Realm. She probably wouldn't be enough on her own.
Fortunately, His Majesty had already thought of this.
Chen Ruoyao slowly raised her right hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly spread.
A dark golden light emerged from her palm, condensing into an ancient token, heavy and gleaming with a cold light.
The front of the token is engraved with a flamboyant "Dark" character, while the back features intricate cloud patterns and a small, almost invisible "Qin" character.
Dark God's Decree.
With this token, she can mobilize the Dark God Guards in the southwestern border region.
That was one of the most secretive and elite forces of the Great Qin, which had been lurking in the southwest and had never been exposed.
They are all His Majesty's men.
A smile slowly crept onto Chen Ruoyao's lips.
She gripped the token tightly and strode towards the main altar.
The white robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze, their hems swaying in the breeze.
Like a cloud blown by the wind, she silently drifted into that white palace that belonged to her.