LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 18:
Chapter 18: What? Yue’er, You Were Deposed?:
Lin Xiuran stood firm against the immense pressure, his face stoic but tinged with anger as he retorted, “This is the domain of the Absolute Void Holy Land Saintess. Even as the Holy Son, you have no right to intrude without her consent!
The identity of the Holy Son carries weight, and your actions and words shape how the world’s elites perceive the Absolute Void Holy Land. Please, conduct yourself with dignity!”
Su Mo’s gaze shifted slightly as he observed Lin Xiuran, his expression betraying a flicker of curiosity.
From the moment he laid eyes on Lin Xiuran, Su Mo had noticed a golden radiance enveloping him—an aura of fortune so potent it was almost tangible.
“Hmm? Could this be the hallmark of a protagonist blessed by fate? It seems I can directly perceive his destiny!”
Su Mo’s thoughts raced as he pieced the puzzle together.
He recalled how, in this novel, the absurdly overpowered protagonists had their “plot armor” cranked to the max, to the point where even Saints at the pinnacle of combat strength couldn’t kill them.
This had thrown the narrative’s power scaling into chaos, sparking a wave of dissatisfaction among readers.
In response, the author had hastily patched the story, introducing the idea that protagonists blessed by fate were protected by the heavens themselves. No matter how dire their situation, they would always survive, growing stronger with each setback.
Moreover, their fortune could only be stripped or countered by other similarly blessed individuals.
Su Mo had scoffed at this patch back then, finding it laughably overpowered. Protagonists with such blessings became untouchable magnets for fortune, while villains were relegated to futile struggles.
Reflecting on it now, Su Mo fully understood the golden radiance surrounding Lin Xiuran—it was the aura of fate’s chosen.
Still, Su Mo was unfazed. After all, Lin Xiuran was currently just an unripe protagonist who had yet to reach his peak.
Frankly, Su Mo found Lin Xiuran hardly worth his attention.
Given his status and position, why should he entertain the barking of a mere disciple?
With a sneer, Su Mo let out a derisive chuckle.
He didn’t even bother responding verbally. Instead, his cold gaze alone unleashed a wave of overwhelming pressure.
Lin Xiuran was immediately forced to his knees, immobilized by the sheer weight of Su Mo’s aura.
Shocked, Lin Xiuran realized for the first time the massive gap between himself and the Absolute Void Holy Land’s Holy Son. He couldn’t even withstand a single glance!
Leng Yue’s expression also shifted dramatically. She had never seen Lin Xiuran, her steadfast pillar, in such a wretched state.
“Holy Son, there’s no need for you to personally deal with a mere disciple. Allow me to handle this,” the Right Guardian offered, stepping forward with a sinister gleam.
“Fine,” Su Mo replied indifferently, granting permission with a nod.
Standing to the side, Su Mo crossed his arms, observing the unfolding spectacle with detached amusement.
The Right Guardian, now emboldened, declared in a booming voice, “By the Holy Son’s decree, Leng Yue is hereby stripped of her title as Saintess!
This celestial peak is the domain of the Saintess. All unrelated individuals are to leave immediately!”
What? Leng Yue is no longer the Saintess?
Lin Xiuran, who had been consumed by humiliation moments ago, was now utterly dumbfounded.
His mind reeled in disbelief.
Everyone knew how deeply the Absolute Void Holy Land’s Holy Son had once doted on Leng Yue. How could he so casually strip her of her title?
And to make such a monumental decision without any prior warning?
Regaining his composure after a few seconds, Lin Xiuran rose shakily to his feet, the pressure on him having subsided. He turned to Leng Yue and demanded, “Yue’er, what’s going on?”
Leng Yue shot a resentful glance at Su Mo, her eyes filled with grievance and anger. Gritting her teeth, she replied bitterly, “I told him I didn’t want any association with him and that I didn’t care for the position of Saintess.
But… who could have guessed he would immediately strip me of the title in front of the Holy Land’s elders?”
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice grew increasingly choked with emotion, laden with sorrow.
The sudden change in the Holy Son’s attitude had left her reeling.
She had grown accustomed to his past behavior—obedient, servile, and endlessly devoted. Now, his abrupt transformation was too much for her to process.
Her teary eyes and vulnerable demeanor would have melted the heart of anyone unaware of the situation, evoking a surge of pity.
Indeed, Lin Xiuran’s fists clenched tightly at the sight, his heart aching for her.
But Su Mo remained unmoved, his expression as cold as ever.
Internally, however, he sneered, “You think you’re the victim here? The days of pandering are over.”
Su Mo continued to watch Leng Yue’s performance, his gaze betraying a hint of mockery.
Lin Xiuran, seeing Su Mo’s indifferent and mocking expression, felt a surge of anger so intense it made his teeth ache.
The Holy Son had taken away Yue’er’s Saintess title—an honor that had already been publicly acknowledged within the Holy Land.
Although the official ceremony had yet to take place, Leng Yue was effectively recognized as the Absolute Void Holy Land Saintess.
For the title to be stripped away so suddenly, and under such dubious pretenses, was a humiliation not just for Leng Yue but for the entire Absolute Void Holy Land.
Lin Xiuran struggled to make sense of the situation. His mind churned with questions, each more frustrating than the last.
How could the Absolute Void Holy Land’s leadership allow this? Surely they wouldn’t permit such a reckless decision to undermine their credibility?
And yet, here he stood, powerless to defend Leng Yue.
Lin Xiuran cast a sidelong glance at Leng Yue. For the first time, he found himself silently criticizing her impulsive nature.
Her cold demeanor and disregard for the consequences of her actions had brought them to this moment.
But he couldn’t voice these thoughts aloud.
After all, everything she had done—rejecting Su Mo, severing ties with him—had been for his sake.
Lin Xiuran exhaled heavily, his frustration mounting. He felt as though every step he took today was fraught with failure and futility.
Meanwhile, the Right Guardian grew impatient. Seeing the pair still lingering, he sneered, “Did you think you could refuse the Saintess title yet keep its resources?
There’s no such privilege in this world!”
His voice turned icy as he barked, “Leave immediately, or face severe punishment! Unlike the Holy Son, I am not so merciful. My methods are not something mere juniors like you can comprehend.”
Lin Xiuran, still unwilling to concede, gritted his teeth and protested, “Leng Yue’s title as Saintess has already been conferred. How can it be revoked on a mere whim?”
The Right Guardian’s shadowy figure flared with dark light as he stepped closer.
With a chilling smirk, he declared, “Whether Leng Yue retains her title is entirely up to the Holy Son. If the Holy Son says it’s revoked, then it is revoked!”