The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 223
1. He Qika Ya
The Holy City.
The main hall of the Church of Life.
“Blondie, ha ha, another blondie!”
In the hall, an old man in a luxurious purple robe, disheveled and with a scruffy beard, suddenly threw his head back and let out a mad laugh, then smashed the crystal ball in his hand into a million pieces.
“Ha ha, looking around, all I see is a head of blond hair. What the hell am I even looking at? Am I supposed to be some kind of ghostly astrologer? Ugh! I quit, ha ha, I quit! I’m going back to my hometown to farm!”
With that, the old man tore off his luxurious purple robe, completely ignoring the horrified gazes of the others in the hall, and ran out, bare as the day he was born, shaking his behind as he went.
He ran so fast that the church knights stationed outside the hall didn’t even have time to stop him; he became a streak of light, like a shooting star, darting across the sky of the Holy City.
Inside the hall, several bishops exchanged glances, silence hanging heavy in the air, their faces contorted as if they had just stepped in something unpleasant left by a canine creature.
After a long pause, someone finally broke the oppressive silence, speaking in a strange tone:
“How many is this now?”
“Three, I think.”
“That blondie is truly terrifying?”
“Who knows, but to disrupt fate to such an extent is indeed alarming.”
“Should we find out who it is?”
“There are so many blondes in the world, how do we even begin to search? We can’t just round them all up.”
“True, but it’s still unsettling.”
“Why not issue…”
“Just a vague prophetic utterance, why should you all be so panicked?”
At that moment, a detached voice rang out from the highest point of the hall.
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That voice revealed the authority of one in a high position, yet strangely felt like a refreshing spring breeze.
The whispers in the great hall quieted instantly.
“Your Holiness.” Everyone bowed respectfully.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Amidst the solemnity of the crowd, the sound of a staff striking the ground echoed as an elderly man in a pure white robe descended from the high platform.
The old man’s hair and beard were completely white, his beard longer than that of all the bishops present, yet his face bore the softness and rosy glow of a baby. Only from those eyes, seemingly filled with boundless holy light, could one discern the marks of time carved upon this elder.
The Church of Life.
The Pope, Hezikaia.
“Fate is inherently unpredictable. Being overly concerned with tracing its path will only lead to an irretrievable dead end. It is better to go with the flow and do what we ought to do.”
“We are enlightened.”
“Then return to your respective positions. Time is running short.”
“Yes.”
The bishops in the great hall quickly dispersed, leaving only the Pope, who gazed up at the countless stars on the ceiling.
His gaze followed the twinkling stars, as if he were deducing something.
“Urlongs.”
Hezikaia suddenly called out softly.
“Here.” An ethereal voice echoed, indistinguishable in its origin.
“Let it begin.”
“Yes.”
At that moment, the earth rumbled.
Like the sound of a thousand thunders shaking, it suddenly resounded through the hall. Infinite golden light erupted from beneath the Pope’s feet, transforming into a massive golden pillar that pierced through heaven and earth.
In the holy city, countless believers looked up at this scene, a fervent expression appearing on their faces, then they knelt down like a tide, hands clasped, praying devoutly.
Feeling the pure power of faith, Hezikaia gently tapped his staff, and where the golden light enveloped, a gigantic door stood towering.
The door was adorned with carvings of angels with wings, playful children, and the land blessed with milk and honey.
He stepped through the door.
In an instant, the scenery around him changed.
He was no longer in that majestic holy hall but had arrived in the infinitely distant heights of the sky.
The heavenly light suddenly dimmed.
A layer of nearly invisible transparent film divides the endless sky.
Below it, there are thin clouds, raging hurricanes, and the dim light of dawn.
Above it, there is a void.
Hechikaya stood with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at that void.
Soon after, a crow, a white dove, and a comical, flailing… rat with rough skin flew in from the horizon, as if swimming in water.
“Damn, the old guy came so quickly?” The rat froze for a moment upon seeing Hechikaya, instinctively exclaiming.
Hechikaya glanced at the crow, the dove, and the rat, casually waved his hand:
“Little ones, move aside, don’t block my view.”
“Is this your home?”
The crow retorted angrily:
“Why should we just leave because you say so?”
“Simply because… I am the old guy you speak of.”
Without turning around, Hechikaya said淡淡的:
“Is that reason sufficient?”
The crow was momentarily at a loss.
As one of the few top-tier powerhouses on the continent, Hechikaya was indeed over four hundred years old, and he had the right to flaunt his age in front of them.
Not to mention his identity as the Pope of the Life Church; just calling them little ones was already as kind as a grandfather.
His gaze instinctively shifted, noticing that the rough-skinned rat had scampered off with its short legs, and the white dove had long since disappeared.
Cowardly b*stards.
The crow’s beak twitched oddly, mumbling:
“It’s just a little earlier birth, what’s there to be proud of!”
Then, with a flap of its wings, it flew away, vacating this prime observation spot.
Hechikaya paid no mind, continuing to stare into the endless void.
Regardless of experience, strength, or status, this was where he belonged.
He had long since grown accustomed to standing at the forefront of everyone.
Suddenly, however, his brow furrowed.
Looking to the side, he noticed the space not far away suddenly twist.
From it emerged a… little girl with white hair.
The little girl was wearing a pink nightgown, looking as if she had just woken up, still somewhat dazed.
Rubbing her eyes, her amber-red eyes, like amber, hazily regarded Hechikaya for a moment, pouting slightly, and said:
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“Little one, step aside, don’t block my way.”
He Qikaya: “……”
This phrase… why does it sound so familiar?
“Meladomir.”
He Qikaya stared seriously at Meila, solemnly stating:
“I was here first.”
“I know.”
Meila yawned, stretching lazily, and said nonchalantly:
“Don’t you understand the respect for elders? Besides, you little brat who hasn’t even grown a full hair, why are you standing so close? Didn’t your mother teach you to stand back when watching a show? Otherwise, you might get caught in the crossfire and end up crying.”
Damn, I haven’t even grown a full hair…
He Qikaya instinctively touched his beard, which almost reached his chest…
But he still couldn’t find a way to retort.
He Qikaya sighed, looking at Meila and said, “Projection?”
“What, do you think you can bully me just because I’m not the real deal?”
Meila waved her small fist, speaking fiercely:
“Do you dare to make a move? If you do, I’ll… I’ll just lie down on the ground and pretend you killed me!”
Is this really something a thousand-year-old archmage should say?
“……”
He Qikaya sighed silently again: “Urlongs.”
“Here.” A faint voice echoed in the empty space.
“Find a new location.”
“Understood.”
Golden light fell once more, and a simple door began to take shape again.
He Qikaya stepped through the door, and in an instant, he vanished.
Once He Qikaya left, Meila’s expression suddenly turned serious.
“Urlongs? Just from a nap, the Holy Domain has evolved to this level? The Church’s thousand years of accumulation is indeed not to be underestimated.”
Meila squinted, as if sensing something:
“I see, using the souls of the living to pry open the authority of the inanimate, and then using the faith power of the goddess’s followers as fuel to pay that exorbitant price.
A genius idea similar to mine, the one truly not to be underestimated is you, He Qikaya.”
PS: It will take some time to organize the content of the new volume, so there may be a bit less in the next couple of days, but I will make it up later.
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