Chapter 79: Uninvited Guests and the Holy Light

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Thanks for urging me on—here’s another chapter today.

After nearly a month of leisurely days in northern Italy, I brought Yi Yi with me to Venice. We stayed at a riverside hotel, drifting through the waterways by gondola during the day, and listening to open-air concerts in St. Mark’s Square by night.

Yi Yi had completely melted into this unhurried way of life. She spoke more often now, smiled much more, and had even picked up a few simple phrases of Italian. Her sketchbook was already more than half filled.

I had almost forgotten the true reason we had come here.

But trouble, inevitably, finds its own way to our door.

That evening, Yi Yi and I were on the balcony of our room, gazing at the moonlit canal and sharing a piece of tiramisu.

Suddenly, I frowned slightly, lifted my head, and looked into the distant night sky.

Three presences—holy to the point of sanctity, yet suffused with an unquestionable, domineering aura—were hurtling toward us at great speed. Their energy was pure light, utterly different from the cultivation systems of the East.

“Papa?” Yi Yi had sensed it as well.

“It’s nothing, just a few lost fireflies,” I reassured her, patting her hand and signaling for her to continue eating her cake.

A few seconds later, three knights garbed in silver-white full armor, radiant energy wings unfurled behind them, hovered before our balcony, forming a triangle to surround us.

Each wielded a giant sword burning with white holy fire. Their faces were hidden beneath their helms, and the pressure they exuded was enough to suffocate even a typical Grade A powerhouse—by Western standards, roughly equivalent to the early Foundation Establishment stage.

The Knights of the Sacred Order.

The leading knight’s voice rang out from within the armor, metallic and haughty, like a judge pronouncing a verdict:

“Foreigners from the East, we are the Knights of the Sacred Order of the Holy See. We sense on you a powerful heretical force that does not belong to this world.”

He paused, the holy flame sword pointing straight at me, the pressure intensifying.

“Now, come with us to the Holy City and submit yourself to the Tribunal for purification. This is the will of God and may not be defied!”

I set down my fork and calmly dabbed my mouth with a napkin.

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I lifted my gaze and regarded them, speaking in an even tone:

“The will of God?”

“Did your God not tell you not to disturb a father and his daughter while they enjoy dessert?”

My voice was soft, but it made the three knights shudder all over. To their horror, as I spoke, the “Sanctuary of Light” they had always prided themselves on—invincible and unbreakable—silently crumbled and vanished!

It was as if, before me, even their “God” had to retreat in fear.

In the face of the knights’ so-called “divine will,” I remained seated, calm, and simply asked that question.

My words seemed to carry a magical force that made them law upon utterance. The “Sanctuary of Light” they boasted of collapsed like a pricked balloon, dissipating in an instant. The holy flames burning on their bodies flickered, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

The leading knight’s eyes, visible beneath his helm, were filled with disbelief and dread.

Their power came from faith, from the “God” they served. The holy light was the manifestation of this power—sacred, pure, and inviolable. Yet, at this moment, their holy light shrank before this man from the East, behaving like a vassal in the presence of a king, cowering in terror.

“Who... who are you?!” the leading knight stammered, his voice trembling, all arrogance and authority gone.

“Who I am is unimportant.” I placed the last piece of tiramisu in my mouth, gracefully wiped my lips with a napkin, and rose to my feet with deliberate slowness.

“What matters is that you have disturbed my daughter.”

My gaze cool and indifferent, I stretched out a hand.

No earth-shattering energy surged forth. I simply reached out, grasping lightly.

The three holy flame swords in their hands emitted a mournful wail, then broke free of their owners’ control. They transformed into three streaks of light, flying to hover before me.

“With faith as fire and common iron as bone—are such things truly worthy of being called ‘holy’ in my presence?”

I shook my head and flicked my finger.

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A crisp snap rang out.

In the terrified eyes of the three knights, those unbreakable holy flame swords silently began to melt from the tips, as if they were mere candles.

The molten silver-white liquid gathered in the air, and finally, above my palm, coalesced into three lifelike lilies, shimmering with metallic light.

With a casual wave, the three metallic lilies floated gently back and landed at the knights’ feet.

“Go back and tell your Pope,” I said, my tone calm but brooking no dissent, “that an old acquaintance from the East will personally visit the Holy City in three days to discuss a transaction.”

“Tell him to have tea prepared.”

With that, I spared them no further glance. Taking Yi Yi by the hand, I asked her gently, “Are you full? Shall we go back and watch some cartoons?”

“Mhm!” Yi Yi nodded obediently. She glanced at the three knights—still as statues, as if petrified—and whispered, “Papa, they seem really scared of you.”

“Because they dirtied the balcony, and they’re afraid I’ll make them pay for it,” I replied with a smile, leading her inside and softly closing the balcony door.

Outside, the three knights remained frozen for a long time before one of them, trembling, stooped to pick up the metallic lily at his feet. The petals were cold, hard, and flawless, a chilling reminder that everything which had just happened was no dream.

They exchanged glances, seeing in each other’s eyes a terror and awe they had never known.

Without the slightest hesitation, the three transformed into streaks of light, fleeing toward the Holy City—Vatican—with even greater speed than they had arrived.

They had to inform the Pope that a man as unfathomable and irresistible as a god himself had descended.