Chapter 1124
The Summer Storm
The Supreme Holy Knight of the Parthenon Temple is dead?
He was crushed to death by Qin Yu'er with a slap?
The four Parthenon high-ranking mages imprisoned by the ice chains were terrified, trembling all over, unable to even beg for mercy.
They finally realized that the woman in front of them was someone they could not afford to mess with.
Qin Yu'er's gaze swept over the four people, and the ice chains tightened again, completely sealing them in solid ice, like four ice sculptures, suspended in mid-air for everyone to watch.
“Go back and tell the people at the Parthenon.”
Her voice echoed throughout the capital, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"If the Parthenon is not satisfied, send people as many as they come, and I will kill them all."
As soon as she finished speaking, the chill around her subsided, and the icy domain in the void slowly dissipated. However, her domineering aura that surpassed all living beings was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
Qin Yu'er, an ice-type forbidden spell mage.
He single-handedly imprisoned four high-ranking mages in Parthenon, publicly crushed a super-ranking Holy Knight, and directly confronted the might of the Parthenon Temple.
The news spread like wildfire, instantly sweeping across the entire capital and throughout the land.
The highest council hall of the Imperial Capital Magic Association headquarters.
An elder of the Divine Land Magic Association, rarely seen on ordinary days.
Deans of various branch campuses.
The leaders of the top powers have all gathered here at this moment.
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive; the air seemed to freeze, and you could hear a pin drop.
At the head of the table, the president of the Divine Continent Magic Association had a somber expression. He lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, each soft sound like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.
"You all know the news that Qin Yu'er killed the Super-Rank Holy Knight of the Parthenon Temple and imprisoned four High-Rank Envoys."
The president spoke, his voice filled with undisguised weariness and solemnity.
"The Parthenon, which wields the divine magic of resurrection, is a behemoth in the world of mages. Our Divine Continent Magic Association has always maintained a friendly relationship with it. Now, Qin Yu'er's actions are tantamount to declaring war on the Parthenon directly."
“If the Parthenon is enraged and cuts off all cooperation with us, or even joins other countries to put pressure on us, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed murmur arose in the hall.
"Qin Yu'er was too impulsive. Even if she wanted to protect Ye Xinxia, there was no need to go to such extremes."
"The Parthenon is not to be trifled with. The resurrection magic concerns the lives of countless people. We simply cannot afford to offend them!"
An elderly elder with white hair slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face full of anger.
“I’ve said it before: Qin Yu’er is eccentric and unruly, and keeping her around will only cause great trouble! Now, for the sake of Ye Xinxia, she has completely offended the Parthenon Temple, harming the interests of our entire magical world in China!”
"In my opinion, Qin Yu'er and Ye Xinxia should be handed over to the Parthenon Temple immediately to appease their anger, otherwise, China will surely face a great calamity!"
As soon as these words were spoken, some people immediately echoed them, while others showed anger.
"Absurd! Your Excellency Qin Yu'er was protecting the people of Shenzhou, what wrong has she done?"
"If we hand over our own mages and bow down to Parthenon, where is the backbone of the mages of Shenzhou?"
"You only know the consequences of offending Parthenon, but do you know the strength of Lady Qin Yu'er? She is now a forbidden spell mage. At the peak of the super-rank, she was comparable to an emperor. Now, the power of her forbidden spells is enough to rival a mid-rank emperor, and even threaten a high-rank emperor!"
"With Qin Yu'er here, we, the Divine Land, have the greatest confidence. Even if the Parthenon is dissatisfied, would they dare to launch a full-scale invasion?"
Inside the main hall, the two factions split up instantly and began arguing incessantly.
One faction, led by conservative elders, feared the power of the Parthenon and advocated a compromise, handing over Qin Yu'er and Ye Xinxia to settle the matter peacefully.
The other faction, mainly composed of middle-aged and young strong individuals, admired Qin Yu'er's strength and sense of responsibility and resolutely opposed compromise.
The argument grew louder and louder, and the atmosphere became increasingly heavy.
The guild leader frowned as he looked at the chaotic scene before him, letting out a long sigh. He desperately wanted to protect Qin Yu'er, but the Parthenon Temple's influence was simply too great, and those who only cared about their own interests...
How could the stubborn old man, who coveted the magic of resurrection, give up so easily?
More importantly, Qin Yu'er's strength has become so great that even these high-ranking officials are wary of her.
With a super-rank ability comparable to a minor emperor and forbidden spells capable of fighting a mid-level emperor, such combat power is enough to overturn the entire magical world of China.
They were afraid that Qin Yu'er would offend the Parthenon and bring disaster upon herself, and they were also afraid that Qin Yu'er would become uncontrollable and threaten their position.
A mix of thoughts and feelings filled the highest council hall with a sense of oppression and undercurrents.
No one dared to make a decision lightly, and no one dared to actually lay a hand on Qin Yu'er.
Because everyone knows that Qin Yu'er is no longer someone they can easily manipulate.
She single-handedly suppressed the Parthenon's messengers, shocking the entire magical world of China.
Even though undercurrents were surging within the upper echelons, and even though the old fogies harbored resentment, no one dared to truly stand up and oppose Qin Yu'er.
The heavy atmosphere inside the main hall, like dark clouds, shrouded everyone's hearts.
The capital city, Fu Ye's private estate.
The aftershocks of Qin Yu'er freezing the Parthenon Envoy and publicly crushing the Super-Rank Holy Knight have not yet subsided.
The entire magical world was overwhelmed by this sudden conflict.
However, Fu Ye appeared unusually calm.
He sat on the soft sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. Outside the window, Qin Yu'er had set up layers of ice-based forbidden spells, protecting the entire manor as if it were an impregnable fortress.
He seemed completely unconcerned about the noise and commotion outside.
Ye Xinxia was holding a cup of warm flower tea with her head down, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, but a hint of tension rose in her eyes.
She was the cause of this storm, yet she was also the most innocent one.
Fu Ye glanced at Ye Xinxia, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, before taking out a special communicator.
This communicator is not connected to any official magic network of China, nor does it belong to any formal channel. Instead, it is a secret line buried in the depths of darkness, known only to a very few people.
The next moment, he dialed a number directly.
The moment the call connected, a cool yet somewhat languid female voice came from the other end.
His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a penetrating pressure, the kind of aura one only those who have long held high positions and wielded the power of life and death possess.
"Fu Ye?"
Just two words, yet they made the air seem to freeze slightly.
This is Ye Xinxia's biological mother.
Ye Chang.
One of the four cardinal leaders of the Black Vatican, and the wife of Venté, the Holy Son of the Parthenon.
Who would have thought that the Crimson Cult Leader, who struck fear into the hearts of the entire magical world, would be Ye Xinxia's mother?
Even fewer people know that Ye Chang once rented a room next to Fu Ye, and the two had a close relationship.
In her eyes, Fu Ye was never some mysterious powerhouse, but simply a gentle, considerate, and trustworthy younger brother.
Fu Ye spoke calmly, without the slightest reverence or hypocrisy, as if chatting casually with a family member.
"Sister Chang, it's been a long time." (End of Chapter)