Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2790

1303: Clues

As they spoke, the Persian Grand Master’s envoy made way for a young woman, whose beauty and presence lit up the room.

This was the Ming Cult’s meeting hall, a place of solemnity, but the sight of the young woman was met with exclamations of amazement, as everyone marveled at her extraordinary beauty.

Zuan was both surprised and delighted. He had been searching for Isabella for days, searching Beggars’ Sect branches far and wide, yet still hadn’t found any information. He hadn’t expected to encounter her here.

Isabella, now dressed in a Persian regalia, looked particularly exotic. She stepped forward and bowed to Cult Leader Shi.

She was a distinguished young lady in the universe, her manners impeccable.

Upon seeing her, Cult Leader Shi couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection. “Saint, there’s no need to be so reserved. Since your father is from Middle-earth, your return here is like home. From now on, you are also the Saint of the Ming Cult in Middle-earth. All members, listen up! Do not treat us with any disrespect!”

“Yes!” the members replied with a smile. What a joke! Who would disrespect such a beauty?

With Isabella’s appearance, the previously tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly eased. The Ming Cult members happily hosted a banquet to entertain the Persian Grand Master. Fearing that the Saint might be disturbed by her noble status, Cult Leader Shi instructed a maid to take her to an elegant courtyard.

Zuan, observing this, quietly left the hall and soon followed the maid to a courtyard. It was clear that the Ming Cult truly valued their Grand Master’s Saint. The courtyard, judging by its elegance, rivaled even the Cult Leader’s residence.

While the maids bustled about, Isabella sat in the inner room, sighing softly. She gazed out the window at the distant mountains, completely uninspired by the magnificent view. Instead, her lips pursed, a look of grievance.

“Who bullied our Saint?” a teasing voice chimed in.

Isabella jumped, then suddenly felt a familiarity. “Am I dreaming? Why do I hear his voice?”

“I didn’t expect to see you here. I feel like I’m dreaming too.” A figure slid in from the window.

Taking in their features, Isabella covered her mouth, about to exclaim, “Brother Zu, it’s really you!”

Unable to contain her excitement, she threw herself into his arms.

Feeling her trembling body, Zuan hugged her tightly, “Finally found you.”

Suddenly, his expression changed. “Hush, someone’s coming!” He

then dove out the window.

If the Ming Cult members in the hall saw the Saint, whom they held in such high regard, embraced a man, they would likely explode.

Soon, several maids entered: “Greetings, Saint! The Cult Leader has assigned us to serve you. If this courtyard requires anything, please let us know.” They

were all secretly surprised that the Saint seemed to be crying.

But considering she had come so far from Persia, perhaps she was a little unaccustomed to this.

Isabella responded with a few casual words, then hurriedly sent them out.

“Brother Zu, Brother Zu!” she called hurriedly from the window, her voice trembling, fearing she had only imagined what she had seen.

“Why are you crying again?”

Seeing that gentle smile, Isabella could no longer hold back and sobbed, venting the fear, panic, and other negative emotions

she had been feeling recently. Zuan gently patted her shoulder, whispering soothing words.

After an unknown amount of time, Isabella finally raised her head sheepishly, her fingers gently wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry to have embarrassed you, Zu.”

“How could I be embarrassed? If you hadn’t reacted to my words, I’d be the one crying.”

“Hateful!”

The two reminisced for a while, and Zuan quickly asked about her experiences since entering this trial.

It turned out that upon entering the trial, she had discovered she had become a saint of the Persian Ming Cult. While her position within the cult was respected, she was surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings and those with ulterior motives. She had secretly been trying to find Zuan and his group, but to no avail, and she was deeply troubled.

Leaving Persia again for some distant Ming Cult, she had assumed it would be even more impossible to find Zuan and his group. She had never expected to meet them here again.

“What was the purpose of your journey?” Zuan naturally didn’t believe in returning to one’s homeland.

“The main purpose was, of course, to persuade the Ming Cult to surrender, but that Cult Master Shi refused,” Isabella replied. “Another purpose was to obtain the secret manual of ‘The Great Shift of the Universe.'” “

The Great Shift of the Universe!” Zuan was startled, then puzzled. “Wasn’t the Great Shift of the Universe passed down from the Persian Grand Master? Why would they seek it in the Ming Cult in Middle-earth?”

Isabella explained, “Persia has been ravaged by war and turmoil for years, and the original version has been lost. That’s why they covet the Ming Cult’s copy. But they know very well that such a sacred skill would never be leaked, and the Ming Cult would never give it to them if asked openly. So they asked me to settle here as a Saint, waiting for an opportunity to steal the Great Shift of the Universe.”

She paused, then added, “At any cost.”

A blush and anger crossed her face.

Zuan naturally understood what it meant to ask such a beautiful girl to do anything for her.

After silently cursing the Persian Grand Master for his despicable behavior, he asked, “Do you know what the requirements are for passing this trial? Is it just stealing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?”

Isabella pondered and replied, “It shouldn’t be that simple. Stealing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth is just one of the requirements. The ultimate goal is to successfully ascend to the position of Grand Master of Persia.”

“There are three Saintes like me who have served as Grand Masters of Persia. Each Grand Master is chosen from among these three. The other two Saintes have been sent to Eastern and Western Europe to carry out similar difficult missions. It all depends on who can complete them best. Perhaps stealing the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth isn’t enough. We need to persuade the Ming Cult in Middle-earth to surrender in order to have a sufficient chance of victory.”

Seeing Zuan’s silence, she couldn’t help but ask curiously, “By the way, Brother Zu, what are your requirements for passing the trial?”

“I’m afraid mine are exactly the opposite…” Zuan smiled bitterly and outlined his plan for the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Sabre.

Isabella’s face changed. “How could this be!”

It seemed that the two sides were on opposing sides. Wasn’t that destined for one side to die?

Zuan consoled him, “It’s not that bad. I’ll definitely find a way for everyone to survive.”

He had been deeply confused before, but now that he knew Isabella’s mission, he felt more reassured.

While the two factions were on opposing sides, there was still a way to achieve a win-win situation.

Instead, the question arose about what the main quests for Fireworks and Tingxue were.

Fireworks might be involved in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Scheme or establishing the Emei Sect. And what about Tingxue? Could she be secretly overseeing this plan? Wouldn’t that be too simple?