Chapter 865 Rebirth and Return, Earth Realm Perfection Leads to Heaven Realm
Chapter 865 Rebirth and Return, Earth Realm Perfection Leads to Heaven Realm
The setting sun, like blood, stained the city walls of the state capital, which had just been ravaged by war. The smoke of battle had dissipated, leaving a faint smell of blood and dust in the air, but even more so, a tranquil peace after the catastrophe and an anticipation for the future. Lin Xiaowan and Lin Xiaoyan stood side by side before the window of a high pavilion, overlooking this city that had been lost and then regained.
They could clearly feel the surging power within their bodies, far stronger than after their last resurrection, and even stronger than before they had fought back against Guo Yu's rebel army not long ago. It was the power awakened deep within their bloodline, like the eruption of a dormant volcano, carrying the potential to destroy the world, and under the opportunity of rebirth, it received unprecedented nourishment and growth.
"Little sister, how are you feeling?" Lin Xiaoyan asked softly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a sharp glint of confidence and agility that came with her increased power.
Lin Xiaowan nodded slightly, extending her slender hand to feel the wandering spiritual energy in the world converge in her palm as if guided, only to be assimilated and absorbed by the even more powerful energy within her body. "Very strong, even stronger than expected. Earth Realm Great Perfection, we have already stood at the peak of this realm." Her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement, "That barrier of the Heaven Realm, I can clearly feel it there, within reach, yet... separated by an invisible membrane, making it difficult to advance even an inch."
Lin Xiaoyan nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, it's like looking through a thin sheet of paper. You can see the scenery outside, but you can't find a way to break through it. Perhaps our mindset hasn't caught up yet? Or perhaps we just need a trigger?"
"An opportunity..." Lin Xiaowan's gaze fell on the street below, which was gradually regaining its vitality. "Perhaps, this return to the city to rest and recuperate is the beginning of our search for an opportunity. Moreover, my elder sister and the others also need our help to stabilize this hard-won situation."
Lin Ping, their eldest sister, is now the nominal highest military commander in the prefecture, and is about to assume the position of the highest local administrative official—the governor! Lin Ping is busy taking over defenses, pacifying the people, and restoring order. The six sisters, having performed the unparalleled feat of killing the rebel leader Guo Yu and dismantling his main force, did not immediately appear before the public as heroes. Lin Ping needs time to control the situation, and they are happy to temporarily relinquish their responsibilities, observing and assisting in a more discreet manner.
Especially Lin Xiaoyan and Lin Xiaowan, along with their other sister Bai Jie, the three of them had an "identity" that some people talked about and even enjoyed not long ago—dancers.
This identity was a disguise they were forced to adopt in order to infiltrate Guo Yu's inner circle and gather intelligence. Those sons of former officials and spoiled brats from the state capital who had seen them perform at Guo Yu's banquets and harbored lewd thoughts towards them were clearly unaware that the "playthings" they could casually flirt with had long since transformed into reapers of death, reaping the lives of Guo Yu and his ten thousand soldiers.
A grand banquet celebrating the liberation of the state capital is being prepared in full swing. The new order needs to be proclaimed, and the people's hearts need to be inspired, and this banquet is undoubtedly the best stage. As the person in charge, Lin Ping is naturally the core of the banquet. After discussion, Lin Xiaowan, Lin Xiaoyan, and Bai Jie decided to temporarily continue to maintain their identities as "dancers" and perform at the banquet.
Their purpose was simple: firstly, to take this opportunity to observe the old power figures who were deeply entrenched in the state capital and see who was truly loyal and who was only paying lip service; secondly, to see what kind of faces those spoiled brats who had disrespected them or even tried to humiliate them would have when they saw them.
Of course, they also harbored a secret resentment. Last time, for the sake of their mission, they had to endure humiliation and could only feign compliance to those people's taunts and rudeness. This time, their identities were different, and their strength was worlds apart. If those fools dared to act as before, they wouldn't mind letting them experience what it meant to—regret their past actions.
Sometimes, getting slapped in the face can be fun, especially when it comes to these clowns.
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