Chapter 157: The Radiance of Sacred Light

“It’s not the Silver Moon’s light,” Wu Qingsong quickly clarified.

No one understood better than him the nature of the silver holy light that Nina radiated. He could distinctly tell the difference between the light shimmering around this rabbitgirl and Nina’s. Alice’s aura emitted a gentler light, infused with an indescribable power that soothed the soul. In contrast, Nina’s glow was more brilliant, imbued with an energy that uplifted spirits and spurred determination. Though they seemed similar at a glance, the reality was they differed greatly, even being almost opposite in essence.

The crowd gathered closer, and Alice, glancing down at her hands, showed no sign of surprise, excitement, or apprehension, as if she had foreseen all this.

“Alice, aren’t you excited?” Wu Qingsong asked.

“Indeed, my Lord, I can feel the holy power you’ve granted me coursing through my being, filling me with profound happiness. However, all glory and power are yours. I am merely a vessel, a shepherd spreading your will, tending to your flock. With this thought, my heart finds peace.”

Her words left Wu Qingsong feeling somewhat abashed. He finally understood the reverence in her address to him. Wasn’t it a bit overstated?

“Who taught you to speak like this?” he asked after signaling for others to give them space. “Morin?”

“No, my Lord, these are my own sentiments,” Alice affirmed. “You are Xuanyuan, and Xuanyuan is you.”

“You can’t just say things like that!” Wu Qingsong urgently said as Ram looked at him in bewilderment. “Xuanyuan is the spirit of my ancestors. I don’t want to hear such statements again.”

“I will follow your guidance,” Alice said.

She clearly didn’t buy Wu Qingsong’s explanation, clinging to her peculiar yet almost accurate belief.

Wu Qingsong, feeling helpless, glanced at Ram to indicate his innocence.

“Let’s discover what abilities you possess,” Ram then suggested.

The most noticeable was the power to induce calm and peace. Such an ability would spell disaster on the battlefield, but utilized within a temple or during sermons, Wu Qingsong was convinced it would effortlessly turn those rabbitpeople and mousepeople into devout followers.

And what about at the brink of death? Overwhelmed by unresolved grievances and regrets, under the influence of such power, they would surely meet death in peace. This would be a blessing for the deceased and an advantageous outcome for Wu Qingsong, who sought pure and devout souls.

Could there be healing capabilities as well?

Beck promptly sliced a small cut on his hand, and under Wu Qingsong’s direction, Alice attempted to channel a fraction of her profound luminous energy, cautiously applying it to Beck’s wound.

Everyone watched in astonishment as Beck’s wound swiftly healed, and they couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Wu Qingsong then asked Alice to use her powers on the beastgirls who were somewhat fatigued from earlier tests. As he anticipated, the beastgirls, weary from exertion, quickly regained their vitality and became full of energy.

She was undoubtedly a super healer.

With this, the team’s biggest weakness could finally be addressed.

“Alice, congratulations. Morin will be delighted to see your abilities.”

“All glory belongs to you, to the great Xuanyuan,” Alice said calmly.

Wu Qingsong couldn’t help but sigh, prompting Ram to shake her head and quietly laugh.

She didn’t buy into the notion of Wu Qingsong being an incarnation of a deity, as Alice seemed to. Ram had witnessed firsthand Wu Qingsong’s early days and observed his progression to the present. In these girls’ eyes, Wu Qingsong might indeed be an idol worthy of their admiration, possibly even becoming an object of their faith through deliberate guidance and brainwashing. But for Ram, Wu Qingsong would always be the half-elf who blushed easily and was somewhat naive about the world.

Once again, Wu Qingsong encouraged all the beastgirls, emphasizing the importance of secrecy, before leading them back to Orgrimmar. He quickly summoned Morin and Harold to witness Alice’s abilities firsthand.

“This is truly a divine blessing!”

Morin’s tears almost instantly started streaming, uncontrollably, which made Wu Qingsong wonder if this father-daughter pair might have some kind of hereditary psychological issue.

“Praise Xuanyuan! Praise you! You are the kindest Lord in the world, your glory will illuminate the entire earth!”

He immediately knelt down, kissing the “Wu” symbol pendant on his chest, then spread his arms wide to pray towards the sky.

“Thank you for allowing me to bask in Your holy light! Thank you for bestowing upon us such power! You are the most powerful Lord in the world, Your name shall become the sole faith of every beastman, resounding through the world! Your…”

Thankfully, his delusion wasn’t as severe as Alice’s. He didn’t directly consider Wu Qingsong a deity.

“I believe Alice’s power could be used in preaching, what’s your opinion?” Wu Qingsong had to interrupt his devotion.

“Absolutely!” Morin became immediately excited.

But Harold was quick to dampen their spirits, “If you’re eager to meet your death, by all means, then go ahead.”

“Harold?”

“A small clan of rabbitpeople and mousepeople, no issue, nobody will pay attention, not even if you gather hundreds of devout followers,” Harold said. “But a church with miracles and a saintess? What do you think will happen? The word will spread quickly, and I assure you, the elves will arrive quicker than a swarm outbreak.”

“So, we do nothing?” Wu Qingsong asked.

“At the very least, this power should not be used during public sermons,” Harold stated. “You might use Alice’s ability in sermons meant for believers who have been thoroughly vetted to solidify their faith. You could even heal and offer solace to the devout, but under no circumstances should this ability be openly used on a large scale.”

Wu Qingsong felt a tinge of disappointment, but Harold’s words were not wrong.

“Lord Harold, you are indeed worthy of being called an envoy of Xuanyuan,” Morin exclaimed.

“I do not follow Xuanyuan,” Harold remarked, though Morin completely disregarded his denial.

“Sermons tailored for the faithful are indeed a wise man’s profound insight. My Lord, I wholeheartedly agree with Lord Harold’s opinion. Such a privilege, of course, should only be bestowed upon the most devout followers. The blessings of the gods should only be granted to those who show utmost devotion. Without comparison, there’s no motivation, my Lord. In order to gain God’s favor, they will definitely work harder in their practice, and pray to Xuanyuan with even more devout hearts.”

As Morin became inexplicably excited, all Wu Qingsong could do was shake his head.

Throughout this entire exchange, Alice sat there calmly, observing him with a gaze Wu Qingsong found inscrutable, which made him somewhat uneasy.