Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 99 - 99 10 Trials Are Not Smooth Sailing _1

99: Chapter 10 Trials Are Not Smooth Sailing _1 99: Chapter 10 Trials Are Not Smooth Sailing _1 “My lord…

We protest…” Disarrayed voices rose again in the crowd.

Some were provoking others, some were visibly frustrated.

Fuck your protest.

Liu Zhenhan sneered from the side.

The call for the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony was indisputable, even the expression on the face of Shaman Wei An, the highest authority, seemed a bit solemn.

Prince Richard leaned over and whispered something into the ear of the Great Shaman.

The Great Shaman subtly nodded and shot a sidelong glance at Liu Zhenhan from time to time.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly had the sense of a conspiracy brewing.

“Please, quiet down, everyone!” After ending his whispered conversation with Prince Richard, Shaman Wei An craftily smiled and stared at Piegel.

“Revered Dragon Sacrificial lord, you’ll have two options for your trial location: the Southern Cross Star Forest and the Sunset Swamp at the Southwestern Border.

I’ll send a Flying Eagle Messaging to alert the local troops to prepare for your arrival.”

The commotion around them suddenly died down.

All the Shamans who were previously indignant were suddenly silent, wearing a smug expression, and looking at Liu Zhenhan.

“I’ll pick the one that’s the closest.

My mentor and I are eager to craft the instruments and get to our fiefdom.

My lord, I’ll make those magical beasts regret being born there.” Liu Zhenhan glanced at Helen before brashly stating his decision.

The Temple was filled with laughter, which held a note of mockery and schadenfreude.

“Is that so, well then, your trial location will be the Southern Cross Star Forest.

Try your luck there, young man.” Shaman Wei An made the final decision, pointing his thumbs up at Liu Zhenhan: “Your courage truly matches the honorable and valiant status of a Dragon Sacrificial Lord.”

Liu Zhenhan fiddled with the thumb ring, feeling increasingly certain that some form of conspiracy or trap was afoot.

The sound of war drums echoed once more, marking the end of the farcical scene with the Shamans dispersing, their gazes filled with ill-intent.

Prince Richard elegantly walked over to beautiful Medusa, striking up a conversation with Helen and petting her osprey with apparent affection.

When Liu Zhenhan came over, he clearly heard Prince Richard inviting Helen for a tour of Witherspoon.

Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo stood still, glancing at the prince who, pretending to ignore them, adjusted his cloak, kissed the backs of the ladies’ hands, and retired with perfect etiquette.

“Look at the way he walks, bow-legged.

He must have suffered from hernia.” Liu Zhenhan venomously cursed the receding Prince Richard.

This was the first time beautiful Medusa had experienced the capricious chatter of her disciple, it took her a while to recover from what she heard.

Cui Beixi thought if this disciple could grow two more horns, he would make a perfect devil in hell without needing any makeup.

Looking around and seeing no one nearby, beautiful Medusa took a deep breath, quietly saying to the two newly-appointed war shamans, “Come with me.”

Medusa’s bedroom was located in the temple, and every Staff Shaman had their own private space.

Aside from the necessary time spent wandering outside, Staff Shamans would spend at least two months serving the God of War in the temple every year.

All the way there, Cui Beixi kept silent, silently leading the two juniors through the long and quiet corridor.

Liu Zhenhan wanted to break the ice, but was stopped by Guoguo’s eyes every time.

The dome of Cui Beixi’s bedroom, just like the practice field, had a skylight, letting in sunshine that beautifully fell on the bed that was covered by a round canopy.

The contrast of bright light and subtle shadows made the room feel comfortable and cozy.

A faint lazy sweetness lingered in the room — the unmistakable scent of a woman.

Liu Zhenhan praised silently in his heart.

“So beautiful, mentor!” Helen exclaimed, looking at the bed cloaked with lamplight flowers and velvet.

The little girl could not hide her admiration.

“Silly girl, your mentor is a cold-blooded species and needs warmth all the time.” Medusa gently caressed her disciple’s hair, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“What happens when it rains?” Liu Zhenhan finally couldn’t resist asking as he looked up at the dome.

Ever since he entered this goddamn temple, he had felt suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere.

“There is a polished clamshell cover on top of the dome, don’t worry, it won’t leak even when it rains.” Medusa, the Grandmaster, indicated for the two juniors to sit on the bed.

Both Liu Zhenhan and Helen were entering this sacred hall for the first time.

Although there was an altar in the Bog Village prison, any corner in this temple completely dwarfed it.

Both the large bookshelf and the huge closet left Liu Zhenhan and Helen, both uncultured Shamans, awestruck.

“So many beautiful clothes…” Helen stood up from the bed, her fingers gently traced the line of various styled ceremonial robes hanging on the rack.

The traditional black ceremonial robes had been tailored into various styles, some elegant, some coy.

The intricate details on these robes clearly showed the designer’s attention to detail.