Reborn as a Transcendent-Chapter 734Book 3: : Passat’s Obsession, the Plan Changes

“Teach me a lesson? Interesting.” At that moment, Irene’s expression turned as cold as winter. Her beautiful eyes gleamed with a blade-like sharpness. She extended her hand, and in an instant, a surge of sacred power coalesced into a radiant Holy Hammer.

Immediately after, an intense murderous aura burst forth from her body. It pierced into everyone’s nerves like steel nails, bringing with it a pain so unreal it was almost illusory.

“This lovely lady, it seems we might have had a misunderstanding.” Passat raised his hand with a courteous smile. “Why don’t we sit down and resolve it peacefully?”

Hearing that, the High Priest frowned. When he caught sight of Passat’s lecherous grin, he instantly understood what was going on. ‘This little vixen sure has a way about her!’

Of course he knew that the moment Passat laid eyes on Irene, he had been utterly smitten. Things were completely different from what he had expected. He had thought that this envoy from the Central Church, Passat, would help him teach Irene a lesson.

Who could have guessed that before the “lesson” even began, Passat’s knees were already going weak, he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to kneel and lick that little vixen’s boots!

“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding could there be between us?” Irene’s tone remained icy, and her killing intent showed no sign of diminishing.

“This beautiful lady, I am Passat of the Golden Aslan Family. Might I ask your name?” Passat’s voice was polite and refined, utterly unlike his earlier attitude. That contrast alone made the High Priest seethe with irritation.

The other clerics from the Central Church all wore knowing smirks, as if watching a play. They were well aware of Passat’s tastes. Pretty, petite girls like Irene had always been his favorite kind of target.

Whenever he introduced himself as a member of the Golden Aslan Family, women would practically throw themselves at him. They figured this time would be no exception.

However… this time was clearly different.

“You talk too much nonsense. Are you even a man? If it’s a fight you want, then fight!” Irene snapped impatiently. She had been sorely lacking in spiritual nourishment lately, and it showed in her temper and dwindling patience. She had no intention of wasting her time on pointless chatter.

At her words, Passat’s brow twitched. He felt a flicker of annoyance, but it vanished quickly, replaced by a strange thrill. This girl was unlike any woman he had ever met. There was something raw and dangerously alluring about her.

“My beautiful lady,” he said with a self-satisfied smile, “I’ll speak plainly. Would you like to become part of the Golden Aslan Family?” As soon as he said that, pride spread across his handsome face.

Everyone froze for a second, stunned. They hadn’t expected Passat to propose on the spot. Their hearts were filled with shock and disbelief. Could this notorious libertine finally be settling down? They could hardly believe it.

Yet, looking closely at Irene, they had to admit, it wasn’t strange at all. To marry someone so holy and beautiful would be every man’s dream. Of course, if only her temper weren’t so fierce, she’d be perfect.

“Your Honor, you mustn’t!” Before Irene could even respond, the High Priest cried out in alarm.

“Who asked for your opinion?” Passat shot him an irritated glare.

“Your Honor, I speak not out of impertinence but necessity! That woman—Irene—is our Church’s Saintess!”

The High Priest’s voice quivered with emotion.

“Saintess?” Passat’s heart skipped a beat. As a devout follower of the Goddess of Light, he knew all too well, laying hands upon the Saintess was a crime against heaven itself, punishable by burning at the stake!

At least, not until she stepped down from her sacred post could anything be done. Passat fell silent for a moment, calculating swiftly in his mind.

“As long as she’s no longer the Saintess, there’s no problem, right?” He suddenly smiled. Indeed, he could not touch her as a Saintess, but if she were stripped of that title, she would be just another woman.

‘If I pay a certain price, I can definitely have her removed from that position!’ Passat felt secretly triumphant at the thought. But before he could even finish his sentence, a dark shadow loomed above. A massive Holy Hammer came crashing down from the heavens!

“Your Honor, watch out!” the High Priest warned loudly. Unfortunately, it was already too late. With a deafening bang, the Holy Hammer smashed into Passat and sent him flying. Blood spewed from his mouth as he shot across the hall like a cannonball.

Everyone watched in stunned disbelief as he crashed out of the Church’s grand hall. The Saintess… had actually struck him!

The clerics who recovered first hurriedly ran after him, while those who remained in the hall raised their staffs, forming battle stances. Their target was, without question, Irene. This audacious Saintess had to be taught a lesson! Otherwise, their authority would crumble completely.

“Do you all have a death wish?” The icy voice that echoed from nearby froze their blood on the spot.

In the next instant, a terrifying wave of killing intent swept through the hall like a storm, pressing down on everyone until they felt as though doom itself loomed over their heads.

No… it wasn’t an illusion. Anyone who dared to move against her would face a fate just as dreadful as they imagined!

“Irene, how dare you!” the High Priest roared furiously. She had not only injured a member of the Golden Aslan Family but now intended to attack the clerics of the Central Church. This little vixen was getting far too bold!

Irene turned her head toward the sound. Her frosty gaze landed upon the High Priest as she extended a slender hand and flicked her finger lightly. In the very next heartbeat, the High Priest—still frozen mid-shout—was launched into the air like a freshly fired artillery shell, soaring straight out of the hall.

A shrill scream tore through the air. Everyone who saw it felt their fighting spirit drain away in an instant. Though the High Priest had acted meek earlier, his strength far exceeded that of most clerics present. If even he could be sent flying with a single flick, what chance did they have together?

“Get lost!” Irene commanded, her voice laced with imperious authority. She already had a vague idea who these people were. But since the fight had already started, there was nothing left to worry about.

‘What’s mine isn’t for anyone else to take!’ Had Passat not mentioned the Saintess title, she might not have attacked so rashly. To her, that position carried a meaning too special to lose.

The clerics scattered in panic, terrified that Irene might vent her fury on them next. In mere moments, the Church hall descended into chaos. Irene didn’t even glance at them again. She turned on her heel and walked back to her room, her steps light but her expression cold.

“Looks like I really messed up.” As the adrenaline faded, regret began to creep in. Sure, venting her anger had felt satisfying, but when she thought of the aftermath, her mood sank. Her position as Saintess would likely be impossible to keep now.

“Ahh, life is so hard…” she murmured, sitting on the bed with her knees pulled close, staring ahead blankly as sorrow slowly clouded her eyes.

Outside the Church, several priests were desperately trying to heal Passat. The hammer’s strike hadn’t been overwhelmingly powerful, but the real issue was that Passat hadn’t defended himself at all. That was why he had suffered such a heavy blow.

“So… this is the taste of love, huh…” Leaning weakly against a wall, Passat looked up at the blue sky. His handsome face slowly twisted into a lovestruck grin. “Not bad… not bad at all. Irene, was it? I’ll definitely make you mine!”1

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On the other side, Yae-hime and Lili had already disembarked from the beast cart.

“Go back first.” She stood by the cart and told the driver. By then she had already put on the mask and shifted her identity.

“Yes, Lord Angel!” the driver replied respectfully. He then drove the beast cart away.

“There’s still about half an hour of travel.” Lili said softly.

The Phantabeast Range was neither very close to nor very far from Aoma Village. But for ordinary people, getting there would not be easy. The Phantabeast Range was extremely dangerous. Anyone who entered without sufficient strength would very likely die.

“I didn’t expect you to have a base in the Phantabeast Range.” Yae-hime said with admiration. She had thought Alicia would hide out in some small town to recover her strength.

“We had many bases, and there were quite a few nearby settlements, but none of them were safe. When Alicia regained her strength, the disturbance it caused made it easy for others to notice. With so many soldiers searching everywhere, there was simply no way for her to recover in peace,” Lili explained.

“True.” Yae-hime nodded. The danger in the Phantabeast Range came from the monsters. As long as the beasts around their hideout were cleared, it was relatively safe. Besides, the surrounding monsters formed a natural barrier that kept pursuers out.

Lili scanned their surroundings and, finding nothing suspicious, told Yae-hime, “It’s getting late. Let’s go.”

“Mm.” Yae-hime replied.

Lili moved first. She tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and darted toward the distance. Yae-hime followed closely behind. The two of them wove through the dense woods like sprites, racing toward their destination.

At the same time, deep in the Black Forest of the Jade Empire, there stood a vast altar that emanated a terrifying atmosphere. Beneath the altar sat a young man in a black robe. His pale face was flecked with many star-like spots.

He was the First Apostle. He stared intently at the palm of his hand. There were some fragments there. The material looked like white jade. No one knew how long he had been staring at those fragments. It could have been a minute. It could have been several hours.

“How could Number Five die? How could she possibly die?” The First Apostle suddenly spoke, his voice full of bewilderment. He had dispatched a fierce general specifically to eliminate any future trouble. Yet that general had died so quickly and so inexplicably.

“Has some important figure of the Empire taken notice of us?” The First Apostle clenched the fragments in his hand and reduced them to dust, letting them fall like sand through his fingers.

“That must be it. Otherwise how could we explain Number Five’s death?” He lowered his head, annoyance etching his face. The scheme he had carefully arranged had been undone before it could show any effect. The feeling was bitter.

“Since we have already drawn the attention of such a great figure, there is no reason for us to remain in the Jade Empire.” The First Apostle murmured to himself, his words threaded with reluctance. “Fine, fine. The Sky Empire will do as well.”

He rose slowly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. “Make that place into hell, and then turn the Jade Empire into hell as well. It will only add one more step. This time, I must act much more cautiously.”

The First Apostle produced a jet-black communication bead and began contacting apostles scattered across the land.

“No one can stop my revenge, no one…” The words of resentment echoed through the forest, making the already gloomy woods even more sinister.