Four Cultivators Gather, Each Harboring Their Own Schemes [Monthly Votes Requested]

Within the territory of the Vajra Temple.

"Reporting to the Saintess! Our latest intelligence says a cultivator from the Lower Realm has ascended to Cold Wind City, and Heavenly Lord White Bone has emerged from seclusion—"

In a bamboo grove stood a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen, dressed in the Seven-Colored Glazed Feather Robe. The moment she heard that White Bone Old Devil had emerged from seclusion, a chill flashed across her previously serene face.

"Bring it here!"

"Yes, yes!" The cultivator below hurriedly handed over the intelligence, trembling. Only when the girl waved him away with a dark expression did he hastily withdraw, as though granted a pardon.

Once she was alone in the bamboo grove, the girl looked at the intelligence recorded in the Jade Slip in her hand, and a cold, haughty smile appeared on her face.

"White Bone Old Devil, you turtle hiding in your shell! You finally decided to come out."

The other intelligence was unimportant, but anything involving White Bone Old Devil invariably commanded her closest attention.

"If that White Bone Old Devil hadn't disturbed my Dao heart, I could have competed for the gold or silver position. Instead, I ended up ranked third, as the Glazed Saintess!"

At the thought, anger flashed in the Glazed Saintess's eyes.

Although the Vajra Temple was a foremost power, competition for its finest resources was just as fierce.

Its seven Holy Sons and Saintesses, named after the Seven Treasures of Buddhism, were all promising seeds who might someday reach the Spirit Transformation Late Stage and pursue void refinement.

As the third-ranked Glazed Saintess, the resources she received were already a considerable distance behind those of the first-ranked candidate.

The Glazed Saintess's eyes flickered as she studied the intelligence, her every movement radiating aloofness, nobility, and stunning