Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 6] Chapter 125

[Vol. 6] Chapter 125: Hand Grenade!

With the crowd gathered around, the two groups, totaling over ten people, stepped out of the tea house and into the simple courtyard, built with nothing more than wooden stakes. Once outside, they split into their respective camps to discuss strategies before the fight.

Well, at least one side *looked* like they were strategizing. For the other, it was more like a petty argument over who should go first, because…

“Miss Violet, perhaps I should go first. In a fight, accidents happen, and if you were to lose control and accidentally kill someone…”

“Hey, hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Look, I just accidentally sent you flying, okay? Not everyone’s like you, with attack power that jumps all over the place like you’re using cheats. I always adjust my skills to my opponent, and you just randomly went from beginner to expert in a split second.”

The priestess grumbled in dissatisfaction, but her opponent in the argument, Murong Yun, clearly had no intention of backing down. He immediately retorted with a self-righteous tone.

“That’s not fair. I’m just a simple man carrying a bit of a martial legacy. You have to understand that most people walking the martial path have a trump card or two. But Miss Violet, your abilities are so overwhelmingly powerful that even a small mistake on your part could spell disaster for your opponent. What might seem trivial to you could very well mean life or death for them.”

“You treat human life too lightly. This is a matter of principle.”

“Ha? At the end of the day, you’re just holding a grudge! I’m a priestess, not some bloodthirsty maniac! Besides, they clearly think you’re our team leader, old man. If you step in, isn’t that just bullying the juniors?”

As the two bickered over who would take the honor of stepping into the ring first, an unexpected voice cut through their argument.

“I’ll go.”

They turned to see the speaker: a woman with dazzling silver hair. She was none other than the Spirit Maiden, who possessed the unique [Innate Spiritual Body] constitution. A condition that rendered her completely incapable of any form of cultivation.

“Hen, you’re going to fight? Are you serious?” Murong Yun asked, visibly taken aback.

“If Her Holiness Hen is willing to step in, I have no objections,” Murong Yun continued. “But as far as I know, the Spirit Maiden cannot use any spiritual energy to temper her body or perform mystical arts. Can you really fight? Don’t underestimate the opponent.”

This statement was indeed no exaggeration.

Back at Peach Blossom Peak, Violet had already examined Hen’s body with her permission. As the rumors suggested, Hen’s [Innate Spiritual Body] constitution was entirely incapable of channeling or absorbing spiritual energy for her own use.

Her body resembled a resilient yet completely insulated container, capable of holding an almost oceanic amount of spiritual energy and allowing it to flow through her for transportation or transfer. However, she couldn’t manipulate or draw upon it for herself in the slightest.

Violet struggled to find the right words to describe this phenomenon. If she had to put it simply, perhaps calling Hen a “courier” of spiritual energy was the most fitting analogy.

In a world where even the smallest talisman or the most fearsome *evil spirits* relied on spiritual energy to function, someone unable to use spiritual energy was as far removed from the concept of a combatant as one could imagine.

When Murong Yun expressed his doubts, the silver-haired girl met his gaze with her serene, unruffled eyes. For once, she offered a rare explanation in her calm tone.

“There are many ways to fight. What you know is just one of them.”

“This… very well. Please, Your Holiness, be careful and don’t push yourself too hard.”

Murong Yun relented, feeling a strange, overwhelming pressure as he looked into her indifferent silver eyes.

The priestess, Violet, who had been eagerly looking forward to showing up the overly self-assured disciples from the [Shocking God Sect], surprisingly did not object to Hen stepping forward.

Though she found the cocky attitude of these disciples, who seemed to believe themselves invincible, amusing. Her curiosity about Hen far outweighed her interest in them.

To be honest, Violet had been itching to test this Western Origin Spirit Maiden, whose name matched that of her in-game friend and whose habits and personality bore striking similarities. However, Hen’s memories, identity, and circumstances were entirely different.

Violet had yet to find the right opportunity to investigate further. She couldn’t simply challenge Hen to a sparring match herself, it would be too deliberate and forced. Moreover, Hen’s current abilities likely weren’t even at *level 10*. And merely relying on observation or investigation could only yield limited insights.

No one objected, so the silver-haired girl naturally took the lead. With Xiao Kong, who was holding the white cat, casting a look that seemed full of disdain, the girl quickly stepped forward and locked eyes with the opponent she was about to face.

“[Shocking God Sect]’s Liu Quan, please teach me.”

“Hen.”

After exchanging names, the battle immediately began.

Liu Quan, the first to fight from the [Shocking God Sect], was a sturdy young man with a slightly simple face and short buzz-cut hair. Although he was tall and had the most muscular build among the eight disciples, his aura was very weak. Compared to Hen, whose body contained a vast amount of spiritual energy, even if she couldn’t use it, the faint aura she emitted was still terrifying. Liu Quan seemed almost insignificant in comparison.

As Violet would put it, he was a mere “fodder” to be easily ignored. However, if anyone underestimated him as a weak opponent, they were likely to suffer. Underestimating someone who hides their true strength was a mistake often made.

From her position near the back, Violet glanced at the [Shocking God Sect]’s leader, who was watching calmly from the second-floor window of the tea house. A small smile appeared on her lips.

“Hen, let me see what you can do.”

“Ha!”

Seeing the silver-haired girl remain still, seemingly waiting for Liu Quan to make the first move, Liu Quan didn’t hesitate. He immediately charged forward, disregarding the fact that his opponent was a young woman. He ran with arms outstretched, apparently intending to grab her in a bear hug.

The distance of several meters vanished in an instant for a strong opponent. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of her.

But just as he was about to make contact with Hen, she suddenly vanished from her position.

Of course, it wasn’t because the Spirit Maiden had used some mystical power. She couldn’t use any special abilities that required spiritual energy or power to operate.

So… she simply flew up without any flashy display.

A one-meter-long silver shuttle appeared beneath the silver-haired girl’s feet, seemingly out of nowhere. As Liu Quan closed in for the attack, the shuttle quickly lifted Hen off the ground, carrying her several meters into the air.

A faint light wrapped around her feet, securing her firmly on the shuttle, ensuring she wouldn’t fall off even with high-speed movement.

“?!”

Liu Quan, with his rich battle experience, immediately understood Hen’s move. He looked up, trying to spot her in the air. But before he could act or attempt to attack the floating enemy, a small metal ball suddenly dropped from the sky, rolling to his feet with a ringing sound.

Then…

“BOOM!!!!!”

The explosive fire and sound engulfed the man, who was barely an arm’s length away.

A powerful shockwave surged outward, and the entire scene fell silent.

“……”

Feeling the shockwave hitting her face, unlike Murong Yun and Xiao Kong who were equally dumbfounded, Violet seemed to understand something very quickly, and a deep meaning appeared on her face.

There was no mistake. What just happened… was an item from the “Illusory World.”

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Violet, with her god-like dynamic vision, had clearly seen Hen take the metal ball from a ring on her finger and casually but precisely toss it down.