From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1590

Chapter 1590: 702 Resentment Meeting_1 Chapter 1590: 702 Resentment Meeting_1 The iron gate swung open automatically, casting a chilling moonlight on the young lady.

Under the moonlight, the young lady was shrouded in an ambiguous and cold silhouette, as if a layer of mist surrounded her, her solitary figure floating like a banished immortal from the lunar palace.

That mist danced under the deep-blue light, almost like the chill of an icy, snowy landscape.

In an instant, Evander Quillon seemed to be frozen entirely.

The young lady walked slowly.

When she stepped out of the moonlight, the cold chill subsided.

In the darkness, a faint golden glow cast around her, a divine brilliance that was too awe-inspiring to gaze directly at.

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As if a single glance would be a blasphemy to the gods and Buddha.

Evander Quillon’s eyes widened, his gaze flickered with excitement and exhilaration, “It’s you…

it’s really you.”

As his words fell, he kicked Charlotte Aria into the corner.

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Charlotte Aria’s body slammed into a pillar, let out a muffled groan, her face twisted with pain.

Evander Quillon slowly rose, “Such grand light of Buddhism indicates that you are the Buddhist Woman I’ve been looking for.”

He had been too careless, deceived by a fool.

Revealing this would undoubtedly render him the laughing stock among his peers.

“Well then, I will immediately subdue you, and use your blood to refine.”

His hands formed a seal, chanting sutras.

Charlotte Aria heard the chanting again and moaned in pain, her body twisting.

Yet the young lady stood in the darkness, her white clothes fluttering, transcendent of worldly affairs.

She didn’t even furrow her brow.

Suddenly, she stepped towards Charlotte Aria, crouched down, and caught her wrist that was bleeding profusely.

She spoke softly, “Seal the five senses, guard the spirit court, Vajra Mantra Holder.”

As her words fell, she dropped a pill into Charlotte Aria’s mouth, staunched the bleeding, tore a strip of cloth from her skirt to bandage the wound.

Her actions were swift, all within a flash.

Charlotte Aria clutched her throat, “What did you give me to eat?”

“If you think it’s poison, then it’s poison.”

“Don’t think I am grateful to you.

You are still the person I hate and despise the most.”

“Whatever.”

Aubree Groove noticed the Buddhist beads on her wrist.

Charlotte Aria’s pupils constricted, quickly hid her wrist behind her, her eyes flickered.

Aubree Groove didn’t bother arguing with her, “As I’ve just taught you, you can resist evil sutras and avoid interference.”

She paused and looked at Charlotte Aria indifferently, “Can you do it?”

Aubree Groove’s eyes were as calm as the deep sea, yet Charlotte Aria felt it like a silent mockery.

She had been sneaking lessons with the Buddhist Woman for so long.

If she didn’t even know a simple meditation technique, it would indeed be a big joke.

“Don’t underestimate me.

Of course, I can…”

“That’s good.

If you let the evil sutras disturb your mind for an extended time, it will cause irreversible damage to the nervous system.

You could go insane or even die.”

Charlotte Aria: “!”

Aubree Groove no longer looked at her.

She rose and walked towards Evander Quillon.

Her cold voice echoed naturally, striking awe into their hearts.

“Evander Quillon, is this all you’ve got?”

Evander Quillon, who was engrossed in chanting the sutras, was startled by her words and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the unscathed Young Lady White.

His pupils widened in disbelief.

“You can actually resist my evil mantra?”

He had been too careless.

How could the Buddhist Woman be without any skills?

With those words, he took out a copper bell from his body, gave it a light shake.

The crisp sound of the bell, filled with an eerie evil energy, spread outwards.

Charlotte Aria held her head in pain.

Her training in the practice was half-baked and ineffective.

She couldn’t find a path in the method Aubree Groove had taught her.

At this moment, she regretted deeply.

She had only focused on the sutras, assuming that mastering them by heart would be enough.

But little did she know, true cultivation lies not in the sutras, but in the techniques of the mind.

“You, being a Buddhist follower, harm countless innocent beings with evil methods.

Your sins are truly unforgivable.”

The young lady looked indifferent yet compassionate, her feet on the ground, but seemed to tower aloft like gods and Buddha.

She formed seals with her hands, chanting.

In the darkness, the golden glow on the young lady’s body grew brighter and brighter, holy and dignified, beyond reach.

The mantra she chanted flowed like soft spring water in the moonlight, wrapping tightly around the weary body.

The body stretched from inside outward, indescribable.

Charlotte Aria was reminded of all the foolish things she had done along the way.

Why did she always oppose Aubree Groove?

Because she was jealous.

Jealous of her intelligence, her beauty, jealous that she could get everything she wanted effortlessly.

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