Chapter 14 More Shocking Than the Truth About the Fourteenth Saint

Compared to Vivian's truth as the "Fourteenth Saint," Lily's reincarnation as the First Saint was even more shocking. This had transcended the realm of twists, turns, and a life like a play, and could even be summarized as a nasty joke.

Yet this joke was real.

The moment Hao Ren revealed Lily's identity, it caused an uproar. Even though everyone present was a top figure among the demon hunters, even though each of them could be described as wise, calm, and reliable, they were still astonished by the news, followed by a buzzing discussion.

Yes, a buzzing discussion. Although everyone was at a loss, not a single elder stood up to object directly.

Hao Ren nodded slightly. He knew that this was the kind of reaction befitting these ancient figures. Impetuous young demon hunters would probably jump up and express their opinions immediately upon hearing about Lily's situation. However, at this moment, in this place, these elders would not rashly express any views after hearing such a bizarre story. They would question something, oppose something, refuse to acknowledge something—but before drawing a conclusion, they had to conduct a careful reasoning and verification of the whole matter. These old guys who had lived for thousands of years knew that Hao Ren would not be bored enough to play such a joke.

They would suspect easily, but they would never deny easily.

"Evidence," Elder Gergory tapped the table, concise and to the point.

"There is no clear physical evidence, because she is a soul reincarnation, and she unfortunately ended up living in a dog," Hao Ren shrugged, and with one sentence, he provoked a low growl from Lily beside him, showing her teeth. "The only evidence is her soul and memories, but you probably don't have a way to examine the soul of the First Saint."

"She does remember some things," Vivian looked at Lily. "Things she just recovered. Perhaps they can be used as evidence?"

Lily bared her teeth at Hao Ren, but after finding it ineffective, she turned her head and looked at the circle of demon hunter elders in front of her. Although she had been dozing off just now, the husky girl was now fully awake. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and felt that she should do something, so she looked around the room. Finally, her eyes settled firmly on Gregory. "You have a scar on your shoulder… well, unless you've used flesh regeneration to erase it."

Gregory's eyelids twitched slightly, indicating that the scar did indeed exist. But he shook his head. "That doesn't prove anything. Several of my friends know about this. It's not a secret."

Lily hadn't finished her sentence: "I gave it to you—because you peed in the barn."

The scene was instantly silent. Old Man Gregory almost fainted on the spot.

"This… should count as a secret, right?" Hao Ren glanced at Gregory cautiously. After confirming that the old man hadn't really fainted, he tried his best to remain calm and asked, then turned his head and tugged Lily's pointy ear, twisting it halfway around. "Why are you saying this at such a serious occasion?"

Lily: "Awoo—"

Although Hao Ren was verbally reprimanding her, he felt inexplicably relieved in his heart: he didn't know before that Lily's recovered "past life memories" actually contained this old demon hunter's scattered fragments. This was another unexpected boost that could make things easier.

Elder Gregory, with a tense old face, didn't know what to say. The gentle but strict First Saint had always been a shadow in his childhood, and now the First Saint had turned into a husky… did the area of ​​this shadow seem to be a little bigger?

Yes, the First Saint had turned into a husky—the old hunter was already somewhat convinced of Hao Ren's story, at least five points.

The scene fell into a brief silence because of this slightly embarrassing revelation. At this moment, Lily suddenly shook her ears, broke free from Hao Ren's clutches, and the always scatterbrained husky tidied her silver-white hair, stood up, and stared at everyone in the room.

Hao Ren stared at her subconsciously: he felt that the girl's temperament had changed a bit all of a sudden, but he didn't think that the aura of the First Saint had been resurrected in her—this aura seemed calm and restrained, gentle and slightly sharp. He felt that this was probably the side of Lily that she showed when facing "outsiders". It was the aura of that literary young woman who had roamed the world for a century and experienced the most turbulent hundred years of the East.

"Okay, as you can see, I have no evidence to prove my identity," Lily said calmly. If it weren't for a fluffy tail wagging behind her, she would be the most handsome at this moment. "I only have some memories, about the fathers and grandfathers of everyone present. Memories of when we wandered the northern ice plains six to ten thousand years ago, and memories of when we built this Korporus home. But everyone who knew these things has already died. Originally, I had twelve old friends, but they also died a few days ago, in a damned ritual. We didn't even get to see each other again to say, 'It's been a long time.' Yes, everyone is dead. The only one who can slightly testify, Gregory, was just a bear cub running around back then… Gregory, look at your beard, you're so old."

Gregory subconsciously touched his beard. When he looked at Lily, his eyes were slightly restrained and evasive. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that these instinctive reactions were what he had when facing the clan leader as a child.

"It's just that bad. There are almost no demon hunters who have lived from that era to this day," Lily put both hands on the table. "However, how long can demon hunters actually live? Without illness or disaster, tens of thousands of years of life. After diligently studying and controlling their bloodline power, they can almost live forever. So what made you lose an entire generation, or even several generations?"

Lily paused and took a breath. "Because of the demon hunter wars. All were abnormal deaths within six thousand years. So today you are not here to discuss any historical legacy issues, nor are you here to verify who the hell I and this big bat are. What you really should consider is how to arrange the future after learning all the truth. To be honest, I don't feel anything about the title of 'First Saint'. That was my previous life, my truly previous life. And for ninety-nine percent of my current life, I haven't thought about who I was in my previous life. I don't like you demon hunters, because you wanted to kill me the first time we met. I don't like your Ice Fortress and this lifeless Korporus either, because the internet speed here is terribly slow. I don't like the title 'Saint' even more, because I died once bearing this title, and ended up rotting in the secret room!"

Lily rarely said so much in such a serious manner. Her series of remarks left Hao Ren and Vivian dumbfounded. And Lily herself did not realize that she was unconsciously changing her identity and position when she said these words: at the beginning, she was speaking from the perspective of the "First Saint," but later, she was speaking completely as "Lily."

The soul echo of the First Saint seemed to manifest in her for a moment, then dissipated silently.

"So, bearing this title of 'First Saint' doesn't appeal to me at all. I'm standing here just because the landlord asked me to come. He said you have the right to know, and I listen to him, so I came. As for whether what I said is true… anyway, I don't have any evidence, and I can't find any evidence," Lily said, baring her teeth, and sat down again in a carefree manner. "Anyway, I'm your ancestor, believe it or not."

The scene fell silent again. Lily took out a bag of snacks from Hao Ren's pocket, tore it open, and poured it into her mouth. So, only the dog girl's crunching sounds were left in the room.

"Ahem," Vivian stood up. "Then let's discuss the issue of information disclosure and blockade…"

Hao Ren then leaned close to Lily, nervously grabbing the husky girl's wrist. "Lily, Lily?"

The husky girl rolled her eyes and swallowed a large mouthful of snacks, mumbling, "What's up, landlord?"

"Are you Lily now… or that First Saint?" Hao Ren stared into Lily's eyes, trying to see something from those golden pupils.

"I'm Lily," the dog girl shook her wrist and threw Hao Ren away. "That was serious mode just now. I used to be eloquent on the streets of Shanghai, this level is just a drizzle."

Lily babbled a lot of eloquent and imposing words, instantly boosting her image while throwing all the mess to others. She herself was not participating in any speeches or decisions. So, the next two hours were all left to the old hunters who had just gained a husky ancestor.

Two hours later, Hao Ren came out of the temple, feeling refreshed: things were finally over.