[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - 8

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Chapter 23 The Sacred Artifact, Solomon's Sword
"You're so clever..."
Dracula's voice rang out above the vampire hunters' heads.
"You...you're still alive..."
All the vampire hunters stared in terror at the figure above. Dracula, carrying a vampire hunter, floated in the air with his wings fluttering gently, not a speck of dust on his body.
"I will kill you all."
Dracula drained the vampire hunters' blood, threw the corpses from the air to the ground, and then vanished like a whirlwind before the vampire hunters' eyes.
"Everyone, be careful!"
The vampire hunters were on high alert, all their guns loaded with brand new magazines.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out as a vampire hunter was lifted into the air by Dracula, only to be thrown back down dead...
Time slowly passed, and the vampire hunters and werewolves, under Dracula's relentless slaughter, were all filled with fear and trepidation. After absorbing the blood of dozens of people, Dracula chose a small hillside far from the enemy and stopped.
Gazing at the full moon, the blood he had just absorbed transformed into energy under its light. The runes hidden beneath his skin seemed to take on a crimson hue. Dracula spread his wings wide, the moon's magic and the power of his blood causing his body to undergo dramatic changes.
"It's been so long since I've drunk blood. I didn't expect to get to drink so much this time. But drinking blood is truly a pleasure for vampires."
Bathed in moonlight, Dracula enjoyed a rare moment of peace.
"We can't let Dracula continue his slaughter. The more blood a vampire drinks, the stronger he becomes. If we let him continue killing, once he wipes out all the werewolves and vampire hunters, we'll become his prey too."
On a distant hilltop, a man shrouded in a black cloak said.
"I originally wanted these werewolves and vampire hunters to wear down Dracula's stamina, but I didn't expect them to be so weak."
A man holding a crystal ball said calmly.
“It’s not that the werewolves and vampire hunters are too weak; it’s that Dracula is too powerful. Two hundred years ago, our predecessors perished at his hands. If we fail to kill this source of darkness this time, the honor of the Crusader Paladins will never be restored. Notify the seven bishops; we must begin our operation. Even if we have to join forces with the werewolves and vampire hunters, we must kill Dracula this time.”
The man removed his black cloak, revealing a snow-white monk’s robe. A platinum cross adorned with dazzling rubies radiated a divine power.
“Yes, Pope John.”
Everyone removed their cloaks, revealing their papal robes.
“The operation begins.”
The order was transmitted instantly via cell phone. In seven locations a hundred miles apart, seven elderly men in red bishop’s robes ended their long prayers together.
“By the Lord’s command, we expel evil.”
As if they had rehearsed this a thousand times, the seven cardinals simultaneously removed their silver crosses, placed them on their foreheads, and prayed. The silver crosses shone with a holy white light. Cardinals, separated by a hundred miles, together planted the crosses into the earth. Immediately, light from the crosses shot into the sky like beams of a flashlight.
"The Lord says, 'Whoever believes in me, I will protect him; I will guard his kingdom; I will keep evil away from his kingdom; all impurity will be eliminated. If anyone offends his kingdom, it is as if they offend me; I will punish them. Whoever believes in me will have eternal life…'"
The cardinal, one hand on the cross, the other holding a thick Bible, began a long hymn. Seven beams of light, pointing in different directions, twisted and converged in the air to a single point, directly above Dracula's ancient castle. As the beams grew stronger, a white curtain of light enveloped an area of a hundred miles.
"Damn it! The seven archangels' holy power forms a protective barrier! These damned bishops really know how to pick their timing!"
Where the white holy light enveloped the area, powerful holy energy began to dispel all non-light forces. Dracula felt a terrifying binding force enveloping him and couldn't help but curse.
"Let's go, let's deal with Dracula."
Watching the holy light envelop this place shrouded in darkness for millennia, the nine paladins of the Holy See, led by Saint John, embarked on their great journey to destroy the vampire king, Dracula, with excitement.
"Sacrificing the lives of seven bishops to save mine, the Holy See really thinks highly of me, but..."
Dracula smiled, looking at the moonlight shielded from the holy light.
"I am the great Dracula, the most powerful being among vampires, the vampire prince of a thousand years. Don't think such things will have any effect on me."
The black runes on Dracula's body all surfaced, transforming into a golden hue. Dracula's body was immediately covered in golden light, and the holy power's restraint on him vanished instantly.
"Since the Holy See wants to play, I'll play along. After all, this is my last precious time."
Dracula disappeared from sight once more.
"Ah..."
A piercing scream rang out as Dracula's sharp fingers pierced the werewolf's chest, the razor-sharp nails digging deep into the werewolf's powerful heart. The blood that should have entered the heart instead vanished through the nails into Dracula's palm.
Instantly draining the werewolf of all its blood, Dracula released the werewolf's corpse, and a blood-red bead appeared in Dracula's hand.
"The first one."
Dracula looked at the bead in his hand with satisfaction before disappearing into the air once more.
"Dracula's movements don't seem to be affected."
Saint John looked at the fluctuations in the holy light in the sky and said hesitantly.
"Impossible. Within the barrier of the seven archangels' holy power, all evil forces are restricted, while clergy who use holy power can gain double the combat power. Although Dracula is the king of vampires, his abilities should be greatly weakened. The reason he is still so fast, I think, is because speed is a vampire's specialty. Even with his own strength restricted, he is still faster than us."
A paladin said.
“That’s possible, but don’t forget, our opponent is Dracula, the source of evil who has lived for a thousand years. Over the past millennium, no fewer than a thousand high-ranking clergy have died at his hands. We cannot afford to be careless in dealing with him,”
Saint John said.
“Indeed, indeed, you understand me better.”
Dracula’s voice echoed in the sky, and all the Vatican personnel stared at him as if they’d seen a ghost.
“The Holy Light was thirty seconds late in fluctuating; it seems your abilities have exceeded our expectations again.”
Saint John frowned, looking at the delayed fluctuations in the sky.
“White attire? You’re the Pope? Could it be that after a thousand years, following Saint Peter, the abilities of the Twelve Apostles have been resurrected in the body of a high-ranking bishop?”
Dracula frowned, looking at Saint Peter before him.
“My name is Saint John, the current Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Holy Knight Dracula.”
Saint John bowed politely to Dracula in the sky.
“Holy Knight? A thousand years ago, when I saw my wife die before my eyes, I was no longer a Holy Knight.”
Dracula's blood-red pupils contracted upon hearing the familiar address.
"Regardless, you are still the legendary Holy Knight, Count Dracula, who fought alongside the previous Pope, Saint Peter, and is considered the strongest. No one can change that history,"
Saint John said politely.
"Hmph, when Saint Peter and I helped that bastard God eliminate the heretics, how did that bastard God treat me? My wife, such a kind and beautiful woman, was cast into hell to suffer a thousand years of torture, unable to rest in peace! Don't think that mentioning Saint Peter will spare your lives. I and your Lord are eternal enemies." The red light in Dracula's eyes intensified, as if he were back on that heartbreaking night a thousand years ago, helplessly wailing while holding his beloved wife's corpse.
"The Lord is never wrong. The Lord's wisdom is omnipresent. The Lord is the one true God, all-knowing and all-powerful. Praise be to my Lord!"
Saint John made the sign of the cross.
"Words are useless. Let me see what kind of power this so-called Saint John, one of the twelve apostles of Jesus, truly possesses."
The runic light emanating from Dracula's body grew stronger and stronger, and the pure white holy light in the air seemed to be influenced by Dracula's power, turning grayish-white.
"Count Dracula, you were once a devout believer. Why did you turn away from the Lord's path? Why did you become an enemy of the Lord? Lost lamb, return! If you are willing to turn back, the Lord will forgive you. Return to the Lord's embrace, receive the Lord's baptism, and the Lord will wash away your sins. Your soul will be freed from the control of darkness and you will become a child of the Lord once more."
Saint John's body surged with intense holy light, and his voice, carrying a strong seductive power, rang out.
"Delusion! Since God has so despicably taken away the woman I love most, causing her pure soul to suffer a thousand years of torment in the fires of hell, then such a god is better off without. Such a vile deity, even if I am forever condemned to the fires of hell, I will kill him."
The blood-red light in Dracula's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and the area enveloped by his dark power rapidly expanded.
“Since you refuse to turn back, then I have no choice but to destroy your flesh in the name of the Lord, and cast you into the eighteenth level of hell, so that you can never rise again.”
Saint John slowly took out the mysterious cross from his chest, his whole body surging with holy light. The powerful holy power was absorbed by the ruby on the cross, and then released as a powerful pressure.
“The Blood Cross…”
Dracula’s pupils contracted. His more than twenty years of life as a paladin in the Papacy a thousand years ago had made Dracula familiar with most of the Papacy’s so-called holy artifacts. The Blood Cross was the most mysterious holy artifact in the Papacy’s history. It was said to be the first holy artifact, the cross, that the twelve disciples who followed Jesus in their practice were baptized with the blood of Jesus. However, the origin of the cross was not recorded in any official scriptures. Even so, the power of the Blood Cross should not be underestimated by Dracula.
“The Lord said, all who have turned away from me, I will punish.”
Saint John raised the Blood Cross to Dracula, and a blood-red pillar of light immediately engulfed Dracula. Faint chanting could be heard in the blood-red pillar of light, and white flames covered the blood-red pillar of light.
"Receive the baptism of the holy flame, and then turn away from sin."
Seeing the holy flame within the blood-red pillar of light grow ever stronger, Saint John made the sign of the cross on his chest. The Blood Cross was a powerful holy artifact, yet difficult to wield. In the two-thousand-year history of the Papacy, only three of the twelve apostles had been able to use this powerful artifact. This was the first time in two thousand years that the Blood Cross had been used against an enemy. Understanding the terrifying power of the Blood Cross, Saint John was absolutely certain that even the legendary vampire prince would not be able to escape its power.
"In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."
The blood-red pillar of light slowly dissipated, and the white holy flame extinguished as the blood-red pillar disappeared. Looking at the empty sky, the devout believers praised the Lord together.
"Brothers who have slumbered for a thousand years awaken in the name of Dracula, inheriting the undefeated glory of a thousand years ago, illuminating the dark night sky, sharing life and death with me, bound by blood."
A drop of crimson blood fell into the void, instantly transforming into a massive magic circle upon contact with the dust. A burst of black light surged from the magic circle, and a wounded Dracula appeared within it.
"You are truly remarkable. This is the first time in a thousand years that I have suffered such severe injuries. If I were not an immortal vampire prince, I would have been burned to ashes by this Blood Cross."
Dracula raised his head, coldly staring at Saint John.
"Devil, even if you escaped the first punishment, you will absolutely not escape the Lord's punishment next time."
Although Dracula unexpectedly did not die under the sacred Blood Cross, he was covered in wounds. Saint John was filled with confidence, raising the Blood Cross once more.
"Don't think you're the only ones with sacred artifacts. I have one too."
Dracula smiled, slamming his fist into the ground within the magic circle. The magic circle shook violently, the ground began to crack, and streams of energy from the magic circle flowed underground.
"Awaken, brothers who fought alongside me! Return and fight to the death with me once more!"
Dracula's roar, carried by the energy of the magic circle, instantly pierced through countless mountains, crossed the sea, and reached a solitary island in the vast ocean. Dozens of kilometers below the island's towering peaks and lush land, churning lava turned the empty caverns a fiery red. Above the churning lava, within a massive crystal over three meters high, a magnificent longsword slumbered, responding to Dracula's roar. As the sword's resounding cry grew stronger, a crack appeared within the massive crystal, rapidly spreading to cover the entire crystal.
A blinding flash erupted from the longsword, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The crystal shattered into fragments in the massive explosion, the powerful shockwave instantly burying the boiling magma deep underground. Moments later, the activated internal forces of the Earth began to erupt, the immense impact completely destroying the underground cavity. The thick crust, unable to withstand the immense pressure from within, cracked open, releasing fiery magma that overturned the small island and spewed into the sky. The volcano, erupting without warning, turned the seawater within a hundred miles into boiling water…
The ornately decorated longsword pierced through the scalding lava the instant the crystal shattered, traversing thousands of miles in a flash before bursting forth from the ground. Dracula's magic circle flashed, and the terrifyingly powerful longsword hovered before him.
"My brother who has shared life and death with me, after a thousand years, we finally meet again,"
Dracula said, caressing the suspended sword as if seeing his closest friend. Feeling Dracula's caress, the longsword emitted a long, excited hum.
"The Sword of Solomon..."
The faces of all the members of the Papacy turned grim. Solomon was the greatest king of antiquity, a legendary figure possessing power surpassing even gods and demons. His sword was the most powerful holy sword in legend, the Sword of Solomon, a super-divine sword that had slain countless gods and demons for Solomon. According to Papacy records, this super weapon, bearing the name of a holy sword, had long been lost in the Crusades.
"Indeed, the Sword of Solomon, the great holy artifact that once accompanied me in my conquest of the East. Come, let's see now whether the Sword of Solomon or the Blood Cross is more powerful."
Dracula closed his eyes, gripped the Sword of Solomon, and felt the familiar sensation of this holy sword that had accompanied him on his eastern expedition a thousand years ago, a sword hailed as invincible, a feeling that transcended millennia. He felt the excitement emanating from the holy artifact, now possessing a soul, as it fought alongside him once more.
"No...it's impossible. The Sword of Solomon is a sacred artifact. How could it be in the hands of a vampire..."
All the Vatican personnel could hardly believe their eyes: a vampire prince cursed by God wielding a super weapon called a holy relic by the believers.
"There's nothing strange about it. The Sword of Solomon was originally King Solomon's weapon. King Solomon was not a follower of the Lord. Although his weapon possessed powerful demon-slaying abilities and was thus called a holy relic, it wasn't something that only saints could wield. A thousand years ago, Dracula took the Sword of Solomon to the East, but in the end, Dracula fell and became Satan's watchdog, and the Sword of Solomon disappeared without a trace. It seems Dracula has corrupted the Sword of Solomon."
Saint John was the first to reply, coldly stating.
"You have desecrated a holy relic; the Lord will not forgive you."
Saint John's Blood Cross gathered powerful holy energy, and a crimson pillar of light once again enveloped Dracula.
"A mere trick, get out of here..."
Dracula roared, casually slashing with the Sword of Solomon. A powerful beam of light extinguished the crimson pillar of light emanating from the Blood Cross, then struck Saint John directly. The force of the impact immediately kicked up a cloud of dust...
Chapter 024 The Road Home
"The so-called Blood Cross is nothing more than this."
Dracula sneered at the disheveled believers.
"You watchdog of Satan, the Lord will surely punish you."
Saint John hadn't expected the Sword of Solomon wielded by Dracula to be so terrifying. If he hadn't had the Blood Cross, Dracula's attack would have been enough to kill them all.
"God? Since you've mentioned this bastard, I'll send you to meet him. Don't worry, this time, you will definitely meet your God."
Dracula slowly rose into the air. Nine crimson beads appeared in Dracula's hand.
"Do you recognize these adorable beads? These are the Blood Beads, considered the most evil by your Church. They're little toys made only by members of the vampire clan at the rank of Count or higher. I'm sure you're familiar with them,"
Dracula said with a smile.
"Devil..."
Saint John looked at Dracula, sweating profusely. Blood Beads were an extremely evil spell. Through the vampire's control over blood energy, the power and blood of a person's entire body were condensed into a small bead. The energy contained within that bead was absolutely terrifying. To make one Blood Bead, a powerful human had to be sacrificed. These nine Blood Beads were made by killing nine powerful humans. If all nine were released at once, even with two holy artifacts, he would be injured.
"Time is running out. Once you are destroyed, the Holy See will be unable to harm our vampire race for at least ten years."
One by one, the Blood Beads were dissolved into the Sword of Solomon. In the sky, the Sword of Solomon absorbed powerful energy, creating golden ripples on the silver-white holy light barrier. When the last Blood Bead was absorbed, a golden flash streaked across the sky. The Sword of Solomon shone like the sun, its cold light sending a chill down the spines of all who came into contact with it.
"Die..."
Dracula roared, raising the Sword of Solomon high...
"Cock-a-doodle-doo..."
A rooster's crow suddenly rang out from afar. Everything seemed to freeze in an instant. Dracula's Sword of Solomon seemed to freeze in place. After a moment, Dracula trembled in his sword-wielding stance. A ray of soft sunlight pierced through the holy light barrier and shone directly on Dracula's body.
"You're very lucky..."
As Dracula's final words rang out, the powerful body that had fought against the Papacy for a thousand years turned into ashes, vanishing in the blink of an eye with the gentle breeze. The Sword of Solomon lost all its light the instant Dracula disappeared, transforming into an ancient-looking stone sword that fell from the sky, bouncing hard against the solid earth a considerable distance before settling quietly on the ground.
"It's over..."
As dawn broke, the holy light barrier slowly faded. Saint John let out a long sigh of relief and sat down without any ceremony. Although his fight with Dracula had been brief, Dracula's terrifying power had instilled in this Papacy's only saint an unprecedented fear.
"How could the Sword of Solomon be like this?"
Having rested enough, a paladin returned the now-stone Sword of Solomon to Saint John.
"I don't know either, but no matter what form the Sword of Solomon takes, I'll bring it back."
Saint John struggled to his feet and staggered towards the distance. A long night had passed; those who should have come, and those who shouldn't have, had all departed, leaving only the vampire castle to greet the passing of time in the cold morning.
More than half a month had passed since returning to Japan from Dracula's castle. Yang Yan had finally enjoyed more than half a month of idleness, traveling around Japan during the day with Mai Shiranui, enjoying Japanese cuisine, and thoroughly indulging in Mai Shiranui's mature body at night.
Then, a phone call from China at noon announced the end of Yang Yan's blissful life.
"Are you Yang Yan?"
A dignified male voice came from the other end of the line.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yan swore that none of his friends had that kind of voice.
"I am the father of the owner of the Ryuufu Bar,"
the dignified male voice replied.
"Ryuufu Bar..."
Yang Yan felt as if he had returned to the past, to the days when he had little money and always went to the Ryuufu Bar to drink and see the proprietress, and hurt the proprietress when he left... Was the proprietress's father going to cause him trouble? "You should still remember, right?"
the authoritative male voice said calmly.
"Yes... what is it?"
Yang Yan asked in a trembling voice.
"I don't care what happened between you and my daughter, she's been kidnapped, and they specifically asked you to come forward. You're going back to China right now."
The authoritative male voice hung up the phone after speaking.
"Master, no matter what their purpose is, I think you'd better not go."
Although the phone was quiet, Shiranui Mai, with her exceptionally good hearing, clearly heard every word.
"Hmm, let me think about it."
Yang Yan released Shiranui Mai's alluring body and walked to the window.
"I've decided, I'm going back to China."
Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Yang Yan said very firmly.
"Master..."
Shiranui Mai seemed a little anxious.
"That landlady... although I still don't know her name, she is my woman after all, and I must go to save her."
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"Alright, I'll arrange for people to go to China immediately."
Shiranui Mai nodded.
"You are my woman too, and I will not let anything happen to you either."
Yang Yan hugged Mai Shiranui and whispered in her ear.
"Master..."
Unexpectedly, Yang Yan would say such a thing to her. Mai Shiranui couldn't help but respond to Yang Yan's caresses. In the blink of an eye, passion overwhelmed the two of them...
As dusk approached, Mai Shiranui carefully broke free from Yang Yan's embrace.
"Master, you are everything to me. I will protect you with my life."
Mai Shiranui, who was dressed and preparing to leave, suddenly stopped. She returned to the bedside, looked at the still-sleeping Yang Yan, whose not-so-handsome smile remained, and spoke softly. After speaking, she affectionately stroked Yang Yan's face, then gently kissed his lips before turning and leaving.
"Immediately arrange for people to infiltrate China and handle all matters after Master's return."
In front of all the ninjas, Mai Shiranui reverted to her strong-willed demeanor.
"Has the box of the Book of Cain been opened?"
Mai Shiranui asked.
"For the past sixteen days, we've tried every method imaginable, but we haven't been able to open it. Even a precision cutting machine can't cut it. Experts suspect the material of the box isn't from Earth, so for now, we still can't do anything about it,"
Mai Shiranui replied softly.
"Tell them to speed things up. If Master gets impatient, make them all submit and apologize."
Mai Shiranui coldly snorted and began handling the affairs of the Mai Shiranui clan.
“I have a feeling this matter isn’t so simple, so it’s not advisable for you ninjas to get involved for now…”
Less than a minute after Mai Shiranui left, Yang Yan opened his eyes.
“Don’t come looking for me, I’ll come back on my own after I’m done.”
Yang Yan picked up Mai Shiranui’s lipstick, scribbled a message on the mirror, then skillfully opened the window and stealthily made his way under the ninjas’ watchful eyes.
Although the ninjas’ protection was tight and their skills were superb, Yang Yan, performing exceptionally well, managed to leave the Shiranui villa undetected.
“How am I supposed to get back home?”
Leaving the Shiranui villa, Yang Yan realized this very troublesome problem. He didn’t have much money on him. Although he had several gold cards, he didn’t have a proper ID card, so he couldn’t return home through normal channels. Moreover, if he did, he would definitely be discovered. The Shiranui clan’s power covered all of Japan.
“Yuri? I need your help. Please don’t leak my information, especially not to the Shiranui ninja clan.”
Yang Yan used a public phone to call Yuri’s cell phone.
"You didn't tell the Shiranui clan? What's wrong? Are you too lecherous, sleeping with all the female ninjas, and now all the male ninjas are fighting you to the death?"
Yuri, sensing something was off, joked with Yang Yan.
"Never mind, I'm coming to find you now. We'll talk when we meet."
Yang Yan hung up the phone, hailed a taxi, and quickly arrived at the building where Yuri lived. He went straight down to the third basement level, went through a series of procedures, and finally arrived at Yuri's room.
"What would you like to drink?"
Yuri, wearing pajamas, yawned, clearly sleep-deprived.
"Why are you like this? Did you find a hunky guy yesterday?"
Yang Yan sat down on the sofa.
"Don't talk nonsense. I haven't had anything to do these days, just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, the more I sleep, the more I want to sleep..."
Yuri took a bag of fresh blood from the refrigerator, poured it into a wine glass, and then took a big gulp.
"It's good to be rich. You don't have to do anything, and someone even takes care of your blood."
Looking at Yuri, Yang Yan sighed.
“There’s no way around it, the lifespan of vampires is just too long, making money is too easy for us vampires.”
After drinking the blood, Yuri’s spirits were clearly much better.
“So, what do you want from me?”
Yuri asked Yang Yan.
“You have a feeling this matter is not simple, and you don’t want the ninjas to get involved, so you want to return to China through my channels?”
After listening to Yang Yan’s explanation, Yuri made a judgment.
“How about it? Can you help me?”
Yang Yan asked.
“…Your thoughts are sometimes really strange, maybe it’s because your structure is different from ordinary people.”
Yuri looked at Yang Yan with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.
“…You’re the monster, vampires are the most famous monsters in the world.”
Yang Yan glared at the vampire beauty who had lived for hundreds of years in front of him.
“Hehe, you really like to joke, we vampires are all nobles, and I am considered a lady of noble birth, it’s very impolite of you to say that.”
Yuri smiled.
“To be honest, are you willing to help me?”
Yang Yan asked.
“Yes, but on conditions.”
Yuri was silent for a moment, then answered very firmly.
"You wouldn't be thinking of sucking my blood, would you? My blood isn't very palatable, so don't even think about it..."
Yang Yan couldn't forget that this seemingly mature and alluring beauty was the most formidable vampire.
"Hehe, don't worry, my condition isn't sucking your blood. Hmm, speaking of which, you're actually quite good-looking. It wouldn't be bad to suck your blood sometime."
Yuli found Yang Yan's wariness amusing.
"Then what are your conditions?"
Hearing that the female vampire wouldn't suck his blood, Yang Yan finally relaxed.
"This time when you go back to China, if you don't bring your ninja bodyguards, then let me go with you."
Yuli said very seriously.
"Why?"
Yang Yan was puzzled.
"Because you are related to the appearance of our vampire clan's fourth prince, so our vampire clan must guarantee your safety. This is a mission given to me by the prince."
Yuli said seriously.
"...Okay."
Yang Yan considered it for a moment.
"That's right."
Yuli smiled, picked up the phone on the table, and skillfully dialed a number.
"Arrange two plane tickets to China immediately. Yes, tonight."
Yuri tossed her phone onto the table after finishing the call, then stood up and began taking off her pajamas.
"What are you doing? Don't try to seduce me. I'm a pure young man."
Seeing Yuri start undressing, Yang Yan immediately covered his eyes, staring intently at her through his fingers, and said.
"Hehe, you're so cute. Don't be afraid. Compared to you, I'm practically an old lady. Besides, I think middle-aged men are more sentimental, much better than a young punk like you."
Yuri took off her pajamas, revealing her alluring body without a bra. The tall, shapely figure of this European beauty was incredibly seductive. Yuri, oblivious to everyone else, put on her leather jacket and pants.
"You know I've never been interested in older women,"
Yang Yan retorted, not wanting to be looked down upon by Yuri.
"Really? But what's this?"
Yuri grabbed Yang Yan's erect penis.
"This…this is my self-defense weapon…"
As Yuri's fingers moved deftly, Yang Yan shuddered, the intense pleasure making his words fragmented.
"Really? Why is this weapon so hot?"
Yuri quickened her movements.
"An electrothermal weapon."
Yang Yan closed his eyes, his body swaying with the movements of Yuri's hands.
"Forget it, I don't have time to fool around with you, let's go."
Yuri released his hand, bringing her fingers to her nose for a deep sniff; a strong masculine scent immediately filled her nostrils.
"You're quite strong."
Yuri seemed to relish the scent, saying.
Yuri led Yang Yan through special channels onto a plane, arriving at their destination before dawn. Then, Yuri found a hotel to hide in. Sunlight is the natural enemy of vampires, and although Yuri could control the weather, she couldn't maintain that control for long in a busy city.
"Strange, I've heard that this ancient country of China has a mysterious protective force that restricts any non-Eastern mysterious forces entering here. We vampires only retain about one-tenth of our strength here. Why don't I feel any decrease in strength this time?"
In the sealed room, Yuri asked Yang Yan curiously.
"Is that so?"
Yang Yan was clearly unaware of these matters.
"Of course, Western powers have tried countless methods to enter China over the past few centuries, but unfortunately, any force that isn't Chinese is restricted here. That's why those madmen from the Vatican can't spread their so-called doctrines here,"
Yuli said with certainty.
"China also has Christianity,"
Yang Yan corrected Yuli.
"Chinese Christianity is just an ordinary religion, it has no power whatsoever. They can't accept the power of God. When have you ever seen Chinese Christians wield any power?"
Yuli said.
"That's true, I only know about Chinese Taoists and Buddhist monks,"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"Anyway, it's quite good that my strength isn't restricted."
Yuli turned on the air conditioner, pulled out the cup, and lay down on the bed.
"Are you sleepy?"
Yang Yan asked curiously.
"Idiot, what's the point of not sleeping in broad daylight? I'm not an ordinary person like you; we noble vampires can only move at night,"
Yuli complained.
"That's true, then I'll go out for a walk and see if I can find out what's going on."
Yang Yan left the room and began wandering aimlessly through the city, which he had left some time ago and now felt somewhat unfamiliar.
"Xiao Bai."
Yang Yan dialed a number he hadn't used in a long time.
"Yang Yan?"
Xiao Bai hesitated for a moment after answering the phone.
"You brat! I told you to send me to Singapore, Nanyang! Where did you send me? You almost killed me! You bastard!"
Yang Yan cursed into the receiver.
"This..."
Xiao Bai clearly hadn't expected Yang Yan to arrive so quickly and didn't know how to answer him for a moment.
"Get out here right now! I'm waiting for you at our usual spot."
Yang Yan said fiercely.
"Fine, I'll disappear in a flash."
Xiao Bai hung up the phone.
"You bastard Xiao Bai, this time I'll get you drunk and make you perform a cotton candy act in public! I'm not Yang Yan!"
Yang Yan hung up the phone and walked towards the roadside stall where he used to hang out with Xiao Bai and his cronies.
Yang Yan ordered a few of his usual dishes and two dozen beers. Bored, he watched the cars go by on the street, familiar sounds filling the air: pedestrians talking, children playing, and the occasional bark of a dog amidst the familiar sizzling of the vendor cooking. Suddenly, Yang Yan felt this was the life he knew. Lately, his life had become devoid of familiar elements, filled only with thrilling monster adventures and fine wine and beautiful women. He felt increasingly distant from ordinary life. Returning to a roadside stall, he realized his past life wasn't as boring as he'd imagined.
As he finished his third beer, Xiao Bai, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, appeared before him.
"I've already had three bottles. You drink two first,"
Yang Yan said, looking up at his long-lost friend.
"Seriously? Two bottles in one go?" Xiao
Bai looked at the two empty bottles in front of Yang Yan and the unopened dozen beers beside the empty chair, looking aggrieved.
"Come on, I asked you to take me to Singapore, and you took me to Japan instead, almost killing me. I haven't even punished you with a drink yet, and you still have complaints."
Yang Yan continued downing his beer.
"This... this was just a mistake this time. You've caused me trouble many times before. In elementary school, when we were handing in our biology homework, you took the wrong assignment, and I ended up giving that female teacher a highly venomous snake instead of a rabbit. And in middle school, when we went on a trip, you took me on the wrong bus, leaving me stranded for three days. When we were taking our driving test together, you treated me to braised beef with croton, and I had diarrhea for three days..."
Xiao Bai painfully recounted the disasters Yang Yan had caused her while downing her beer.
"Tell me, what have you been up to lately? Japan is the legendary land of AV, with your lewd personality, how many girls have you slept with?"
Xiao Bai inquired about Yang Yan's recent experiences.
"No, I don't really have much to say lately. I just made a little money in Japan and came back."
Yang Yan didn't want Xiao Bai to think he was crazy. His recent experiences were quite fantastical, and not many people would believe him if he told them, so he had to make up a lie to get by.
"Not bad! You've made a fortune in just two months? Okay, all expenses today are on you."
Xiao Bai immediately showed his enthusiasm for taking advantage of him.
"No problem."
Yang Yan picked up his beer bottle, clinked it with Xiao Bai's, and then downed a bottle of beer in one go.
Chapter 025 Meeting with a Gangster Boss
"Do you remember that Liufeng Bar we used to go to?"
After downing six or seven bottles of beer, Yang Yan asked Xiao Bai, his eyes glazed with drunkenness.
"Of course I remember, but something happened there recently."
Xiao Bai continued to fight with his beer.
"What happened?"
Yang Yan pressed.
"There was a fierce gunfight there a few days ago. I heard from friends in the underworld that it was Boss Xu's men fighting a group of unknown outsiders to protect the proprietress. Boss Xu, who has never lost in over twenty years, has finally fallen."
Xiao Bai lowered his voice and said to Yang Yan.
"Boss Xu? Is that the Boss Xu of the Xu Group and the Big Knife Gang that people are talking about?"
Yang Yan was startled and pressed for an answer. The Xu Group was a nationally renowned conglomerate. According to rumors, the chairman of the Xu Group and the leader of the Big Knife Gang, the largest gang in the province, were the same person. Almost no one knew his name; the only thing everyone knew was that he was called Boss Xu. Moreover, it was said that Boss Xu had an extremely strong military background, and he relied almost entirely on the army's support when he rose to power. The fact that this Boss Xu, who could command respect throughout the province, would fall on his own turf was truly astonishing to Yang Yan.
"By the way, do you know what the relationship is between the owner of Liufeng Bar and Boss Xu?"
Xiao Bai asked Yang Yan mysteriously.
"Father and daughter."
Yang Yan was almost certain that the person who called him to return to the country was that mysterious Boss Xu.
"You actually know? Did you hear about this too? Impossible, someone like you wouldn't ask something you already know the answer to."
Xiao Bai squinted, looking at Yang Yan in surprise.
"I guessed. Let's drink."
Yang Yan changed the subject and continued to pour Xiao Bai alcohol.
Soon, they each finished a case of beer. The effects of the alcohol kicked in, and Xiao Bai became completely tipsy. Yang Yan put Xiao Bai in a taxi, paid the fare, and watched him leave.
"Something's strange about this. Logically, the proprietress wouldn't tell outsiders about my relationship with her. Judging from Boss Xu's tone, even he didn't know about my relationship with the proprietress. The fact that those who kidnapped her specifically asked me to intervene shows these guys are definitely not ordinary people."
Yang Yan lit a cigarette and strolled towards the Liufeng Bar, making various guesses in his mind.
"Quite a few people."
Arriving near the Flowing Wind Bar, Yang Yan bought a newspaper and sat on a flower stand, pretending to read while carefully observing his surroundings. Although nothing seemed amiss on the surface, Yang Yan, familiar with the area, clearly recognized some unfamiliar faces and even their identities. Those carrying handguns, their equipment noticeably inferior, were police officers. The well-equipped, less professionally trained individuals were likely Xu's men. Those standing motionless, occasionally radiating a murderous aura, were undoubtedly battle-hardened military elites. It seemed Xu's military background was indeed true; otherwise, these real military elites wouldn't be present at this small kidnapping scene. As for the last few people, they were the ones that most attracted Yang Yan's attention.
"Covered in black mist, who are these guys?"
Yang Yan tried hard to discern the true identities of the last few, but their bodies seemed shrouded in a black aura. Yang Yan could only tell they were very special.
"These are all monsters,"
a female voice rang out beside Yang Yan.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yan turned his head. A beautiful girl wearing jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, with small, bright eyes, was carefully flipping through a book.
"Don't turn your face around, it won't be good if you're discovered."
The girl continued reading.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yan also continued reading his newspaper.
"My surname is Li, I'm here to see you."
The girl said, her eyes still on the book.
"Miss Li, what did you say about monsters?"
Yang Yan asked curiously.
"Those people you were observing just now, they were all monsters. Did you see the black aura wrapped around their bodies? That's their demonic energy."
The girl said.
"Heh, I don't know what you're talking about."
Yang Yan didn't want his whereabouts to be known.
"When you were observing the demonic energy with your Dharma Eye, the golden light emitted from your eyes gave you away."
The girl dismissed Yang Yan's words.
"Heh, so that's what you call the Dharma Eye."
All of Yang Yan's abilities came from instinct. Although he knew he had used a method he had never used before to observe those people, he didn't know its name.
"So you're the Descendant of the Dragon, the owner of the awakened King's Eye."
The girl put down her book and turned to stare at Yang Yan.
"It'll be easy to be discovered this way. Let's find somewhere to talk."
Yang Yan then realized that his identity wasn't only known to foreigners, but even to his own countrymen. He immediately put away the newspaper, preparing to find a place to properly gather information.
"What exactly is the Descendant of the Dragon, and what is this King's Eye?"
Yang Yan led the girl into a coffee shop, found a seat, and asked.
"You don't know what the Descendant of the Dragon is?"
The girl looked at Yang Yan with great curiosity.
"I've always heard about the Descendant of the Dragon, the King's Eye, and some kind of immortal dragon body. Can you tell me what these things are? Also, who are you? And what is your connection to this matter?"
Yang Yan pressed.
"My surname is Li, and my name is Li Aidan. I'm a disciple of the Misty Immortal of Mount Emei. I was commissioned by Boss Xu to investigate this matter. Boss Xu suspects that the person who kidnapped his daughter wasn't human, otherwise it would have been impossible for just five people to kill more than thirty underworld experts and twelve elite special forces soldiers. As for you, I only heard from my master before I left the mountain that the Descendant of the Dragon has awakened."
Li Aidan said, sipping his coffee.
"What is the Descendant of the Dragon?"
Yang Yan asked.
“The dragon is the ancestor of the Chinese people, so the Chinese call themselves descendants of the dragon. The true descendants of the dragon refer to the direct descendants of the Yellow Emperor, the common ancestor of the Chinese nation, whose dragon blood awakens. This person's existence has been passed down for five thousand years on the land of China. It is said that three conditions are necessary for their appearance: first, they must be a direct descendant of the Yellow Emperor; second, they must possess the Yellow Emperor's King's Eye; and third, they must be resurrected. Only then can the dragon blood be awakened. The power of the dragon blood can transform their body into an immortal dragon, and the power of the King's Eye can awaken the Yellow Emperor's memories, allowing this person to inherit the Yellow Emperor's supreme divine power,”
Li Aidan explained.
“Then why do you think I am a descendant of the dragon?”
Yang Yan asked curiously.
“The Yellow Emperor was China’s first true ruler. Although the term ‘emperor’ appeared later, he was undoubtedly the first person with the destiny of an emperor. According to physiognomy books, your appearance definitely indicates a life of great wealth and honor, befitting an emperor. With such an appearance, you could never be an ordinary person. Moreover, you can use the Dharma Eye, yet you don’t know its characteristics or name. This can only be explained by the awakening of the Yellow Emperor’s power within you,”
Li Aidan analyzed like a detective.
“Perhaps I was born with the Yin-Yang Eye,”
Yang Yan said, glancing at Li Aidan.
“The Yin-Yang Eye can only see ghosts; it can’t see the demonic aura of monsters. The Yin-Yang Eye can be innate, but the Dharma Eye, which can perceive the essence of all things, can only appear through acquired cultivation or external support,”
Li Aidan said with an expert’s tone.
“What are the benefits of being a descendant of the dragon?”
Yang Yan suddenly asked.
“Benefits?”
Li Aidan clearly didn’t understand what Yang Yan was talking about.
“It’s just benefits, like having treasures or something.”
Yang Yan looked greedy.
"This... I heard from my master that the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor's Mausoleum is the tomb of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. It contains the magical treasures and Taoist books that the Yellow Emperor accumulated throughout his life. It should be quite valuable."
Li Aidan was clearly not very clear about these things either.
"Really? That Holy Emperor's Mausoleum hasn't been dug up yet?"
Yang Yan asked curiously.
"The Holy Emperor's Mausoleum is sealed by an ancient immortal array set up by the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. It is hidden outside the Three Pure Ones Dao Realm. Only those with supreme magical power can reach it. I heard that in the five thousand years since the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, a total of nineteen Great Luo Golden Immortals have gone to the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum to worship their ancestors and added their own protective arrays to it. Therefore, the Holy Emperor's Mausoleum can be said to be the most unlikely tomb in the world to be excavated."
Li Aidan said with certainty.
"The things inside must be very valuable..."
Yang Yan's eyes were shining with gold.
"Ahem... When are you planning to go see Boss Xu?"
Li Aidan changed the subject.
"If you can contact him, I hope to meet him today."
Yang Yan was unusually serious.
“Okay, I’ll make a call.”
Li Aidan took out her phone and headed to the bathroom.
“Boss Xu is waiting for you at the villa.”
Less than five minutes later, Li Aidan returned to Yang Yan and said.
“Let’s go.”
Yang Yan paid for the coffee and then got into Li Aidan’s car, an exceptionally flashy red Ferrari.
Li Aidan’s driving skills were clearly quite good; there were no reckless speeding or accidents as Yang Yan had imagined. An hour later, Li Aidan led Yang Yan into a three-story villa guarded by dozens of bodyguards in black. Inside the villa was a very spacious living room. On a row of leather sofas in the living room, a dignified old man dressed casually, with his eyes closed, seemingly savoring the enticing aroma of tea emanating from a very antique purple clay tea set caught Yang Yan’s eye.
Although the old man had his eyes closed, seemingly very relaxed, the fingers lightly tapping on the sofa armrest seemed to possess a strange rhythm. As Yang Yan approached, that rhythm seemed to evolve into a sharp killing intent, completely sealing off Yang Yan's movements.
"Boss Xu?"
Yang Yan stopped ten steps away from the old man. Although he didn't know the old man's strength, Yang Yan had a feeling that if he took another step forward, the old man would definitely attack.
"As expected of the man my daughter has her eye on..."
The old man slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes brighter than a young man's, revealing a chilling gaze that locked onto Yang Yan. His calm voice made it impossible to discern the old man's emotions.
"You are Boss Xu?"
Yang Yan personally thought that the so-called Boss Xu should be the kind of middle-aged thug who looked very dashing. Although the imposing old man in front of him had an extraordinary aura, he didn't look like a gangster boss at all. Instead, he looked more like a general who had been through many life-and-death battles. That aura was definitely forged through iron-blooded trials and tribulations, and honed in the midst of slaughter.
"I am Xu Wenlong. My fellow江湖 (jianghu) friends give me face and call me Boss Xu. Please have a seat."
Boss Xu raised his hand, pointing to the sofa opposite him.
"I've heard of
Boss Xu's reputation for a long time." Although Boss Xu's aura was imposing, Yang Yan had already developed an appreciation for the imposing presence cultivated by those in positions of power after several months of encounters with figures like the leader of the Japanese Bird Dragon Society, the leader of the Shiranui Ninja, and the Vampire Prince.
"Not bad. Among young people your age, you're the first to sit so calmly in front of me."
Boss Xu nodded, his expression unchanged, but his eyes revealed a hint of appreciation.
"You called me back from Japan, surely not just to see me?"
Yang Yan smiled. His experiences over the past few months had already made him adept at dealing with those in positions of power.
"My daughter has been arrested. My men couldn't find any clues. All they left at the scene was a row of blood-written notes demanding your return."
Boss Xu lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke rings.
"No clues? Really? I see many of your men are elite military personnel. How could they not find any clues?"
Yang Yan grabbed another cigar without ceremony and lit it.
"It's not that we couldn't find any clues. According to the special investigation team's findings, there should be a demon involved, which is why we asked Miss Li to intervene."
The middle-aged man standing next to Boss Xu spoke up based on Boss Xu's instructions.
"A demon?"
Yang Yan frowned. Why did he keep encountering such things lately?
"We've investigated your whereabouts. Some time ago, the Japanese Yaksha Demon Sword reappeared, and the largest Japanese magic sect, Hidden Takano, was completely wiped out. You were a key figure in that. Having experienced these things, I believe you wouldn't be as averse to the existence of demons as ordinary people are."
The middle-aged man standing next to Boss Xu said.
“Since there are monsters, there should be Taoist priests and monks, right? You should find more Taoist priests and monks to deal with them,”
Yang Yan said.
“After the catastrophe many years ago, ancient Chinese civilization suffered irreparable damage. The Taoist priests and monks nowadays are just ordinary religious figures. Do you expect them to chant some Diamond Sutra or Big Dipper Sutra while fighting monsters? We’ve only managed to get Miss Li to come forward because we’ve concentrated all our resources,”
the middle-aged man said with a wry smile.
“You were able to deal with the Yaksha Demon Blade, so I think you can deal with these monsters too. Since they’re looking for you, then you should go and deal with them,”
Boss Xu said, exhaling a smoke ring.
“What? You want me to fight these monsters all by myself? You might as well tell me to commit suicide. Besides, it seems like I have nothing to do with you guys,”
Yang Yan said, startled.
“My daughter was probably arrested because of you, right? If she loses even a hair, I can’t guarantee what will happen to you,”
Boss Xu said, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
“…I admit, I slept with your daughter, but that doesn’t mean she was arrested because of me…”
Yang Yan argued loudly.
"What...you slept with my daughter..."
Boss Xu was stunned by Yang Yan's words. The cigar in his hand fell onto the sofa, the red cigarette butt quickly burning a large hole in the leather.
"...This..."
Yang Yan then realized that Boss Xu was unaware of his affair with the landlady.
"Let's put those things aside for now. No matter what, you must rescue my daughter first. I'll have Miss Li assist you. She's skilled in Taoist magic and I believe she can provide you with the greatest help."
Boss Xu recovered from his shock, looked at the burned hole in the sofa, stood up, spoke to Yang Yan, and then turned to walk upstairs.
"I want to go to the bar."
Watching Boss Xu leave, Yang Yan hurriedly called out.
"Miss Li will take you there."
Boss Xu left with those last words.
"Mr. Yang, please."
The middle-aged man gestured for Yang Yan to leave.
Yang Yan left Boss Xu's villa, his mind filled with questions. He got into Li Aidan's car and headed to the Liufeng Bar, where they had once shared a passionate encounter.
It was already dark. Under the watchful eyes of various guards, Yang Yan and Li Aidan entered the bar.
The bar was still somewhat recognizable as it had been. Tables were almost completely overturned, shards of glass and bottles were scattered everywhere, and the lights and sound systems were almost entirely destroyed. The walls were riddled with holes like a honeycomb, and many places bore burn marks, suggesting how intense the battle had been.
All the decorations that had once adorned the walls were gone, leaving only eight large, dark red characters on the bare surface:
"Want to save someone? Trade Yang Yan."
"This is human blood,"
Li Aidan said, touching the eight characters and smelling her finger.
"Man or woman?"
Yang Yan asked.
"Do you think I'm a dog?"
Li Aidan glared at Yang Yan.
"There's a strange smell here,"
Yang Yan said, sniffing.
“It should be residual demonic energy; it's also shown on the demonic energy meter.”
Li Aidan took out a small compass-like object from her handbag, examined it, and said.
“I’m back. How can I notify those demons?”
Yang Yan asked.
“Are you really going to see those demons?”
Li Aidan looked at Yang Yan, puzzled.
“I can’t help it. The landlady is my woman no matter what.”
Yang Yan answered confidently.
“…”
Just as Li Aidan was about to reply, the phone rang urgently, interrupting her.
“I’ll answer it.”
Yang Yan walked to the source of the ringing, moved the overturned table, and the telephone on the ground was revealed.
“Hello.”
Yang Yan picked up the receiver.
“Are you Yang Yan?”
After a sound like the panting of a wild beast, a slightly terrifying voice came through the receiver.
“Yes, who are you?”
Yang Yan asked calmly.
“The gates of hell have been opened. If you want to save that girl, you have to follow my orders completely.”
The slightly terrifying voice said on the phone.

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