Top 7 of Peerless Tang Clan's Ten Most Beautiful Women: Ye Guyi, Holy Spirit Cult Saintess!

On the playground ten thousand years ago, the students who had been excitedly discussing fell silent in unison, and everyone's gaze focused on the sky again.

[Zhou Yi's ranking is over?]

[What's next?]

[They won't be digging up Tang San's embarrassing history again, will they?]

[Top 7: Ye Guyi]

[Holy shit, I love this one!]

[Who is Ye Guyi? Never heard of her.]

[Peerless Tang Clan? What's that?]

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up as she grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's arm. [Zhuqing, it's a beauty ranking! Do you think we'll be on it too?]

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless. [Don't know.]

Dai Mubai leaned over with a chuckle. [Zhuqing will definitely be on it. Rongrong has a chance too.]

Tang San stood at the back of the crowd, his brows tightly furrowed.

Peerless Tang Clan... The name made him feel vaguely uneasy.

The images on the Sky Screen began to shift.

The first thing to appear was a towering church.

No, rather than a church, it was more like an evil temple.

Pitch-black spires stabbed into the sky. Strange skulls and distorted soul beast patterns were carved into the walls, while an unsettling aura of death permeated the air.

[Is that... the Holy Spirit Cult?]

On the playground ten thousand years ago, the knowledgeable soul masters' expressions changed.

[The lair of evil soul masters!]

[Wait, what does a beauty ranking have to do with the Holy Spirit Cult?]

[Could this Ye Guyi be an evil soul master?]

The scene moved forward, entering the temple.

Within the dim hall, a group of black-robed evil soul masters knelt on the ground, heads lowered and bodies trembling faintly.

At the end of the hall, a figure sat upon a lofty throne.

The light was too dim to make out her face. All they could see was a cascade of silver-white hair falling down, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

[Lady Saintess, the mission failed.]

An evil soul master spoke tremblingly, his voice filled with fear.

The figure on the throne said nothing.

The temperature in the hall abruptly dropped.

Every evil soul master's body stiffened, cold sweat sliding down their foreheads.

[Failed?]

The evil soul master kneeling at the front shuddered. [The enemy... the enemy was too strong, we...]

A pillar of white light descended from above and pierced straight through the evil soul master's body.

The evil soul master did not even have time to scream before his entire body instantly turned to ash.

The other evil soul masters went pale with fright and lowered their heads even further.

[Next time, don't let me hear the word "failure."]

The figure on the throne rose and walked down the steps one by one.

As the light fell upon her, everyone saw her clearly.

The playground ten thousand years ago fell completely silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, their breathing stopping.

She was a young girl.

She looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. Her silver-white hair spilled down to her waist like a waterfall, every strand glimmering with a holy radiance in the darkness.

Her features were exquisite, as though sculpted by the hands of a god. Her brows and eyes were picturesque, her nose high, her lips thin, carrying a sharp and striking beauty.

Most astonishing were her eyes.

Her silver-white pupils were as clear as the purest ice and snow in the world, yet so cold that they chilled the heart.

She wore a silver-white robe embroidered with holy wing patterns. A golden belt circled her waist, outlining her perfect figure.

Six pairs of pure white wings spread from behind her, every feather radiating a holy glow.

[Twelve-Winged Angel?!]

Ma Hongjun was dumbfounded, and his sausage dropped to the ground again.

[Th-this is the Holy Angel Martial Soul?!]

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled. [But why is she in the Holy Spirit Cult?]

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes. [An evil soul master... with a holy-attribute martial soul? That's impossible!]

Tang San stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, his fists clenched tight.

The Holy Angel Martial Soul was a supreme martial soul of the light attribute, completely opposed to evil.

Yet this girl before them clearly possessed the holiest martial soul, while being the Holy Spirit Cult's Saintess?

The contrast was simply too great!

The scene on the Sky Screen continued.

Ye Guyi walked before the kneeling evil soul masters and looked down at them from above.

[I will give you three days to bring the target back. If you fail...]

She did not finish, but every evil soul master understood the outcome she had left unsaid.

[Yes, Lady Saintess!]

As though granted amnesty, the evil soul masters scrambled and fled from the hall.

Once they had gone far away, Ye Guyi turned around, her back facing the screen.

She raised a hand and gently stroked her wings.

A complex emotion flickered through her silver-white eyes.

[Holy Angel... heh.]

She gave a soft laugh, one filled with mockery and bitterness.

The image froze.

Words appeared on the Sky Screen again:

[Ye Guyi: Holy Spirit Cult Saintess]

[Martial Soul: Holy Angel (Twelve Wings)]

[The most contradictory existence: evil faction + light martial soul]

[The holiest appearance, the cruelest methods]

On the playground ten thousand years ago, the students went wild.

[This contrast is insane!]

[A Holy Angel is actually an evil soul master?!]

[No, is she really an evil soul master?]

[Didn't you see her kill someone just now? She has to be an evil soul master!]

Ning Rongrong bit her lip. [But her eyes... she looked like she was in pain.]

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. [She's suppressing something.]

The scene on the Sky Screen changed.

A city at night.

Ye Guyi stood alone atop the city wall, her silver-white hair dancing in the night wind.

She looked up at the stars in the sky, her gaze hollow.

[Why...]

She murmured softly, her voice so light it was almost inaudible.

[Why did the Holy Angel awaken within me?]

Her hand tightly gripped the fabric over her chest.

[I am the Holy Spirit Cult's Saintess. I am an evil soul master. I am an existence despised by the world...]

[But this martial soul...]

She spread her wings, the white feathers giving off a soft glow beneath the moonlight.

[It represents light, justice, everything I do not deserve to possess.]

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

For the first time, vulnerability appeared on that holy, stunning face.

The playground ten thousand years ago was terrifyingly quiet.

Everyone held their breath as they watched the girl on the Sky Screen.

[She... is crying?]

Ma Hongjun froze.

[She doesn't want to be an evil soul master.]

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened.

Dai Mubai fell silent, his expression complicated.

The scene changed again.

A battlefield.

Ye Guyi stood in midair, all twelve wings spread wide as holy radiance covered the entire battlefield.

Before her stood a group of righteous soul masters.

[Holy Spirit Cult lackey!]

A soul master roared, [Today will be your day of death!]

Ye Guyi said nothing and merely raised her hand.

White light condensed in her palm, so dazzling that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

[Sacred Judgment.]

Ye Guyi slowly descended, her wings folding away.

She looked at the soul masters lying in pools of blood, her gaze still hollow.

[I'm sorry.]

She spoke softly, so quietly that only she herself could hear it.

[I want to stand on the side of the light too...]

[But I have no choice.]

The scene froze on her retreating back.

That silver-white figure appeared especially lonely upon the bloodstained battlefield.

Words appeared on the Sky Screen again:

[Ye Guyi: the Saintess toyed with by fate]

[The strongest light martial soul, the darkest faction]

[She does not want to kill, but she must kill]

[She longs for the light, but can only live in darkness]

[Evaluation: A god-tier contradictory character setting. This is what a true tragic character is.]

On the playground ten thousand years ago, everyone fell silent.

Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears. [She's so pitiful...]

Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fists but said nothing.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head. [I suddenly feel like not all evil soul masters are bad people.]

Dai Mubai sighed. [Their stances are simply different.]

Tang San's eyes flickered as he wondered about something.

The light on the Sky Screen flickered again.

The scene shifted to an entirely new setting.

Inside a magnificent palace, Ye Guyi knelt before a blurry figure.

[Saintess, the next mission...]

The figure spoke, its voice sinister and strange.

Ye Guyi lowered her head. [This subordinate understands.]

[Good.]

The blurry figure extended a hand, pale fingers stroking Ye Guyi's cheek.

[You are the Holy Spirit Cult's most perfect creation...]

[An evil soul master with the Holy Angel Martial Soul, hahaha...]

Ye Guyi's body trembled slightly, but she did not resist.

She merely kept her head lowered, her silver-white hair concealing her expression.

But everyone could sense that she was enduring it.

Only one final line remained on the Sky Screen:

[Ye Guyi's story is far from over...]

Inside a Shrek Academy dormitory ten thousand years later.

Huo Yuhao watched the Sky Screen, his brows tightly furrowed.

Wang Dong leaned against the bed. [This Ye Guyi... feels very complicated.]

Huo Yuhao nodded. [The Holy Angel Martial Soul appearing in the Holy Spirit Cult is itself the greatest contradiction.]

[Do you think she might...]

Wang Dong paused. [Not actually want to be an evil soul master?]

Huo Yuhao fell silent.