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Chapter 187 - 107: Washing Away Sins

Chapter 187: Chapter 107: Washing Away Sins

As a doctor, Duan Mingyuan felt the need to remind all young people to never fall for a Fox Demon. They will steal your soul, drag you into the abyss, and cause your body to deteriorate day by day.

This is not a joke.

"Mr. Mingyuan, I didn’t expect you to like this sort of thing,"

Dressed in a nun’s robe, Jiuyue covered her mouth and giggled. She deliberately imitated a nun’s tone and said, "Father, please cleanse my sins!"

In a couple’s relationship, some appropriate role-playing can heat things up a bit more.

Lyign on the bed with his hands crossed over his chest, Duan Mingyuan looked exceptionally... peaceful.

"I remember you said you were quite good at singing?"

"Back in the mountains, the larks were my good friends; they taught me to sing."

Larks are among the monster clan that are recognized for being the best at singing. Jiuyue held her face, recalling the beautiful memories of her childhood.

"Did you hear the singing in the chapel just now? Can you sing that?"

"That strange language? Let me try..."

Jiuyue tilted her head in confusion. The progression of events wasn’t quite what she had imagined, and the role-playing as described online didn’t seem to go like this.

The encyclopedia mentioned many ways to play, but none involved Mr. Mingyuan playing the part of a clergyman placidly lying on the bed, while she pulled up a chair next to him to sing.

This was not thrilling at all.

But since it was Mr. Mingyuan’s request, she still recalled the songs she had heard in the chapel.

The larks had once said that a master singer doesn’t need to understand every language or interpret the meaning of each lyric. Emotion is the key that connects all singers.

So, what emotions were carried in the choir’s chanting?

Jiuyue pondered for a moment.

It should start with "hope"...

With Jiuyue’s gentle chanting, Duan Mingyuan found himself among the stars once again.

But this time, he didn’t stay in place. He headed straight for the distant Sun, its dazzling light almost within reach. It seemed as if a few more steps would allow him to touch it.

This is a story of "hope."

Duan Mingyuan raised his arm and reached out to the Sun, feeling an extraordinary sensation coursing through his body. He not only touched the Sun but also felt its intense, yet devastatingly powerful, energy.

Then, he grasped the energy in the palm of his hand.

A multitude of thoughts flooded his brain, confirming Duan Mingyuan’s suspicions.

These energies contained messages from a left-behind civilization.

"Archbishop! Archbishop!"

The myriad fragmented whispers ultimately formed a complete sentence, and Duan Mingyuan understood the message. Looking up, he seemed to stand above the heavens, surveying the entire cityscape below.

Buildings filled with religious architecture, decorated in a riot of colors.

In his palm was a brilliant red gemstone, shaped like a disc, burning hot as if holding a fireball. The shape of the gemstone was about ninety percent similar to the pattern on the nun’s robe.

Duan Mingyuan let go, and the red gemstone hovered in a container atop the tower’s dome.

Calling him Archbishop was a floating eyeball robot that issued a safety warning, "You have severely exceeded your intake of Scorching Sun Power today. Please go to the cooling chamber immediately for treatment."

Archbishop Zha’erman, the seventh Archbishop of the Ashen Church, wielded supreme power on this planet.

Duan Mingyuan quickly learned about the information "concerning himself."

Every Archbishop was regarded as the emissary of the Sun King, tasked with leading the empire to an even more resplendent pinnacle.

As the seventh Archbishop, Zha’erman was faced with an extremely challenging choice.

Due to some unknown influence, Scorching Sun Power was becoming more and more unstable.

Before identifying the cause, a complete halt in the extraction and use of this energy was his judgement as a clergyman, but as the Archbishop of the Ashen Church, he couldn’t disclose this message.

It would bring about unprecedented panic across the entire planet.

Their reliance on Scorching Sun Power had gone too far; it was no longer merely a weapon for war but had permeated every corner of the planet. If the planet were to be likened to a piece of precision machinery, then Scorching Sun Power was its only source of supply.

If a ban were declared, over ninety percent of the planet’s facilities would be paralyzed, and cold and darkness would envelop them once more.

Guided by the eye-robot, Zha’erman made his way to the cooling chamber. Along the way, many church clergymen noticed his irregularity, yet Zha’erman brushed them off.

He did not reveal this terrible secret to anyone.

The door of the cooling chamber slowly opened, and Zha’erman lay down inside, placing his right hand that was scorched through by Scorching Sun Energy into the instrument. Enduring the bone-chilling cold and the lingering sensation of burning pain on his skin, the pain instead helped him to be more alert.

The worry of the clergy and the Archbishop’s mission continuously tormented him, causing his spirit to begin mutating. If this went on, his spirit would collapse, and he would be unable to keep this terrible secret.

Zha’erman stared at the closed chamber door and made a decision.

He had to forsake one of his identities.

With an unharmed left hand, he reached for his temple, clenched his teeth, and made a plucking motion. Immediately, a strand of energy, emitting a golden glow, was extracted from his temple.

Zha’erman let go and allowed the extracted Scorching Sun Energy to return to the heavens and earth.

He could only choose to believe.

Believe that the empire’s technological advancements would find the source of the calamity in the future, believe that the Sun King would continue to bless their empire with splendor.

Perhaps in the future, someone would discover these parts he had forsaken, and by then, a verdict on whether this decision was right or wrong would surely exist.

...

"Father, you’re awake?"

In the endless dark, Jiuyue’s call brought Duan Mingyuan back to reality.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw the nun dressed Fox Demon pressed tightly against him. As it turned out, this little Fox Demon was indeed a great sinner, repeatedly saying she wanted the priest to cleanse her sins, only to end up cleansing the priest’s bed.

Two hands were wrapped around the priest’s waist, the tone of her voice full of seductive teasing.

She still smelled wonderfully fresh.

Every second from opening his eyes was a test to the priest, making Duan Mingyuan feel that the choice he was facing now was no less daunting than that of Archbishop Zha’erman.

"You fell asleep again just now. Does that song really have a hypnotic effect?"

Jiuyue was very skilled at using her lovely face to feign an innocent and bewildered look, "Father, what did you see just now?"

"It’s complicated to explain."

After a moment of contemplation, Duan Mingyuan summarized, "Simply put, it was about making a decision, and then blowing up a planet."