Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2 Chapter 4

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Chapter Four: A Bolt from the Blue

Because of the unexpected guest, we slowed down and drove slowly. Along the way, we passed a gnarled old pine tree, its branches gnarled and ancient. Mao Yan'an called for us to stop, and the Hermit of the Heart Lamp beside him… this one of the world's top masters, actually took out paper and pen with Mao Yan'an, and through the car window, sketched a butterfly perched on the old pine branch. His brush moved swiftly, completely oblivious to the ink smeared on his face.

Seeing that focused expression, I could somewhat understand why he and Mao Yan'an were friends. Back in the Southern Barbarian lands, I had heard that these two were old friends, and now it seemed they had a very good relationship. Otherwise, Mao Yan'an wouldn't have been able to get him to diagnose me, and the Hermit of the Heart Lamp wouldn't have helped Mao Yan'an maintain his facade of a "hero" in front of everyone.

How did these two meet back then? What kind of relationship did they have? I was truly very curious about this.

After these two old friends from the art world finished their painting and the carriage resumed its journey, the Hermit of the Heart Lamp examined me again and expressed his gratitude for my heroic act of saving his apprentice in the Southern Barbarian lands.

I sincerely thanked Heaven for sending Fang Qingshu, this idiot of chivalry, to report the whole story to the Temple of Light. Otherwise, if the Temple of Light had summoned the Neon Sisters for questioning, the situation today might have unfolded very differently.

"Neon has some complaints about you, but I don't think it's a big deal. Young heroes are often charming and carefree, enjoying the company of beautiful women. As long as there's no coercion or injustice involved, and it's mutual, what's wrong with that? Although I come from the Cihang Jingdian Palace, I'm not a rigid moralist. You can rest assured, young brother." Of

course, just looking at you and that scoundrel Mao Yan'an, holding hands and addressing each other as brothers, it's not hard to imagine what kind of person you are.

However, putting aside my resentment at being half-dead from this quack doctor last night and being too weak to even walk this morning, the Hermit of the Heart Lamp isn't really a bad person. Helping me circulate my energy like yesterday would be quite taxing on a master's vitality. If we weren't related, we wouldn't even be able to ask for such a good thing. But he was willing to help me like this just because I had "helped" his two female disciples in the Southern Barbarian Lands. This is truly the spirit of a benevolent person.

After a brief digression, Layman Xindeng began to explain to Mao Yan'an the changes that had occurred in the Golden Flower Federation in the past few days.

"The Golden Flower Federation is a multi-religious, multi-ethnic, and multi-value nation. Its inclusive and tolerant approach allows these differences to coexist peacefully, becoming a driving force for national progress. When guided correctly, these forces can generate momentum unmatched by other countries."

The Golden Flower Federation, which has always advocated freedom of religion, inevitably has some strange religions operating on the fringes of the law under its lenient policies. If these sects were simply preaching honestly, it wouldn't matter; whether they were mentally ill or sexually deviant, as long as they didn't harass others, it would be fine. But this time, the situation is rather bizarre. Several heretical sects have gathered thousands of followers, claiming they want to liberate themselves from the pressure of the Cihang Jingdian and create a new nation without existing religions. They have launched an armed rebellion, demanding to carve out territory and establish an independent nation.

Looking back at nearly a century of international history, organizations claiming "independence" rarely have a good ending, and this time is no exception. These cultists suffered repeated defeats when attacked by the national defense forces, ultimately choosing mass suicide—a classic cult tactic.

I shook my head and said, "These guys are actually useless. Since they've already decided to commit suicide, why don't they drag another enemy down with them? A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

"From the perspective of Cihang Jingdian, we hope to coexist with other religions, rather than become the only faith..."

Recalling that I had personally witnessed the bald monk Xinchan sending people to collude with the snake clan and do those despicable things back in the Southern Barbarians, I would never believe these words even if you beat me to death, so I refuted them without any politeness.

"Come on, if you're really that tolerant, then don't stop any Dark Temple from recruiting followers in the future. Let the Dark Temple and the Cihang Jingdian coexist, with neither being the sole faith. Isn't that in line with your tolerant slogan? You could even avoid religious wars."

"To be fair, I don't see the distinction between light and darkness, good and evil as clearly as the people of the traditional Jingdian. So, I personally don't object to this suggestion."

The Heart Lamp Hermit said calmly, "But, would such a world really be better than the current one? Is making the world like that really what you want, young brother?"

A very elegant answer. Even Fang Qingshu in the past could only remain silent when faced with this question, unable to respond with such a clear and insightful reply. It seems that a difference in martial arts and seniority indeed leads to a difference in perspective.

"If one only considers worldly opinions and theoretical fairness, one will only act timidly and ultimately accomplish nothing. In life and in work, one should listen to one's conscience. If something truly benefits the people, then being too concerned with praise or blame is merely attachment, not the mindset a clergyman should have."

Putting aside the current ruling faction of Cihang Jingdian, I personally admire Layman Xindeng's answer, especially his eloquent and unpretentious manner as he stroked his long beard. Later, he talked about my physical condition, saying that he couldn't diagnose anything unusual. He said that last night's qi deviation might be due to the extraordinary nature of the Xuanwu True Skill, and that outsiders' guidance was ineffective, thus causing harm.

Of course, this is impossible, because before the falling out between father and son, my perverted father had personally instructed me in practicing the skill. Logically, no one in the world should be more familiar with the Xuanwu True Skill than him, yet I also vomited blood profusely and couldn't get out of bed for a whole month. Obviously, this had nothing to do with the skill's formula.

Xin Deng Jushi said that if I had no problem practicing other martial arts and my perverted father didn't object, then I could consider switching to another school of martial arts. As he spoke, Mao Yan'an winked at me from the side of his sunglasses, urging me to seize the opportunity and become a disciple.

He said that receiving instruction from a master like Xin Deng Jushi would be far more beneficial than discovering a great treasure. However, I had no intention of becoming a disciple of Cihang the Bald Bandit. Putting aside everything else, if I became a fool like Fang Qingshu, spouting sage's words and constantly acting as a chivalrous exemplar, I'd rather die of a heart attack.

Leaving aside the topic of becoming a disciple, let's turn our attention back to Solancia's attitude. When Lunfiel made his rogue declaration, Ryan, His Majesty, and Leng Linglan were not present. Clearly, they already knew he would do this. In other words, the three-way negotiations had already broken down while I was unconscious last night, but no one informed Mao Yan'an or me. It seems we were both excluded from the decision-making process.

"Things aren't settled yet, so there's no need to worry too much. The Golden Flower Federation has another trick up its sleeve, and Ryan has high hopes for it; it should be able to..."

With a mysterious, composed smile, the Heart Lamp Hermit's words trailed off, the carriage came to a halt, and a commotion erupted outside.

Since the international conference officially began, over a hundred nations had gathered in Sara City, leading to constant friction and disputes, with frequent public disturbances in the streets. Such a disturbance was not surprising at all. But when we got out of the carriage to deal with the situation, we realized things weren't as they seemed.

The source of the disturbance wasn't a fight, but a carriage accident. Carriage accidents weren't uncommon in Sara City, but three to five carriages speeding out from several different intersections and colliding one after another was still quite bizarre.

According to onlookers, this wasn't the first time; six or seven similar incidents had occurred in recent days. The driver of the carriage would suddenly display a crazed expression, laughing maniacally while accelerating, before colliding with other carriages, killing everyone inside.

What was particularly bizarre was that the coroner's report stated that each of the deceased died with a smile on their face, as if genuinely happy, muttering the word "devil" before falling to their death. Because this was so unusual, the military was treating it as part of a series of Ishtar conspiracy incidents, but they were unable to find concrete evidence to confirm it.

However, when I actually saw the bodies at the accident scene, I began to doubt the military's assessment. Were these accidents truly caused by the Ishtar people? What were they trying to achieve by creating these pointless disturbances? Could it be…?

As I pondered this, I overheard Mao Yan'an and the Heart Lamp Hermit's conversation behind me.

"Hey, old man, do you think this was done by the Ishtar people?"

"It's hard to say. The residual magical energy fluctuations at the scene are very strong; it's definitely not an ordinary incident, but… this doesn't seem like Ishtar's style…"

Even the Heart Lamp Hermit said so; things were probably strange. I looked around at the crowd and, sure enough, spotted a familiar, beautiful figure. The moment she noticed my gaze, she smiled radiantly and turned to leave.

What the hell is this peace talks all about? Besides the Ishtar demons, all sorts of monsters, demons, and angels are here. Phoenix is lingering in Sara; is it because there are so many customers? Or is she specifically targeting me?

At the inn of the Plantagenet Federation, we met with Ryan to discuss our plans. It's ironic, really. I'm a soldier of Alibuda, yet I receive far more attention in foreign courts than I do in my own country. Otherwise, logically, I should be strategizing with His Majesty the King, not contributing to the Plantagenet Federation.

Lunfiel's speech disrupted Ryan's plans, and everyone seemed at a loss when consulting on contingency strategies.

I didn't have any good suggestions, but Lunfiel's words struck me as odd. Taking responsibility is certainly a hallmark of powerful underworld figures, but Lunfiel's attitude seemed to be shouldering a lot of unnecessary burdens. Was he trying to steal the spotlight? Or… was he trying to protect someone?

It was all very strange. I thought perhaps I should ask the Heart Lamp Hermit if he knew who the elven female knight I'd fought so fiercely with was. Judging from the situation, she must have a special relationship with Lunfiel.

"John, what do you think of Professor Mao's analysis just now?"

Ryan's voice brought me back to reality. Faced with obstacles and difficulties, this mighty lion displayed his true domineering nature even more. His calm and resourceful demeanor, like a lion eyeing opportunities, was completely different from his polite and gentle demeanor in diplomatic situations. It made me fully realize that this hegemon was indeed the supreme ruler of the Golden Flower Federation.

"Although there have been some unexpected setbacks, it's nothing. Those who achieve great things always face dangers and obstacles. The setbacks we are facing now are precisely to show the extraordinary greatness of our cause."

Although internal and external troubles came at the same time, Ryan was full of energy, loudly encouraging his subordinates and inspiring their fighting spirit.

"Don't worry, although there are some minor setbacks now, as long as the delegation from the Pure Thought Zen Society arrives, the situation will turn around."

Having heard Ryan mention this several times, he clearly had great confidence in this mysterious reinforcement. However, Mao Yan'an and I still couldn't figure out what was so special about this mysterious force. This is understandable, given that in Ryan's view, Uncle and I are merely two friends from the same "circle" in the underworld, not qualified to share state secrets with him.

But the answer will soon be revealed, because I, responsible for security in Sara, just received notification that a very large convoy is scheduled to enter the city late tonight. Ryan specifically asked me to provide support, saying that to maintain secrecy and avoid detection by spies from other nations, the convoy is not flying the flag of the Golden Flower Federation. However, I will allow it to pass as instructed. Tomorrow at noon, at the grand parade ground in Sara, the Golden Flower Federation will give the attendees a surprise.

It sounds like a major operation is imminent. I can only pray that tomorrow's grand event doesn't turn into a bloodbath… at least not on me. Sara is currently a confluence of events, with hundreds of nations and tribes gathered, constantly clashing behind the scenes for various interests. For enormous political gains, anything is possible.

Although we have no evidence, all indications suggest that besides the intelligence agents from various countries currently in Sara City, even the Black Dragon Society has infiltrators, waiting for their chance to strike. No one can guarantee what will happen next.

"Completing the International Alliance is my lifelong ambition, and the only way to benefit the entire land and end war for generations to come. To achieve this great goal, I, Ryan Buffett, am willing to give anything. Although many nations cannot understand our ideas now, once the alliance is established and all nations benefit, they will understand our sacrifices in the future."

Ryan's impassioned speech was passionate and resounding, greatly boosting the morale of the assembled officials of the Golden Flower Federation. Even I was momentarily stunned. Such leadership qualities explain why he has remained president for twelve years. However, Mao Yan'an's occasional strange winks and expressions clearly indicated that he had some reservations about these words.

But what does it have to do with me? Whatever achievements the Golden Flower Dynasty makes, or what impact it has on the land, it is ultimately none of my concern. Troublesome problems should be left to those who love to create their own troubles. Let those striving for success in their careers focus on their work, while I focus on caring for my neglected wife. That's enough.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wink at Mao Yan'an, asking him to hold everyone back while I slipped away to find Yueying and soothe the burning desire that had been simmering since this morning. I

had originally intended to ask Xue to come and talk to her, but Mao Yan'an dragged me out early this morning, and I didn't even have a chance to see her or ask her if Yueying had run into her at the Duke's mansion, causing the tragic accident of the two bowls of soup colliding.

Holding both bowls of soup in my hands, and with the missing bowl of elven soup still on my mind, I was filled with anxiety. Since Solancia attacked the manor, Zhizhi has been secretly protected by Leng Linglan, and I still can't find her location or know her current situation. I'm truly frustrated.

I winked at Mao Yan'an, who nodded in understanding. But before I could even make an excuse to sneak away, Ryan suddenly appeared beside me in a flash, slapping my shoulder.

"Hey! What's with the winking? What do you think this place is? You're really underestimating me!"

His large hand slammed heavily on my shoulder. If Ryan had meant it, I had no doubt he could have shattered my shoulder bone in one blow. Coupled with the shock of being caught, my face turned extremely pale, worried that he might know or have seen through something. Just at this tense moment, Ryan's telepathic message reached my ears.

"While I don't mind the private lives of my friends and subordinates, you should all restrain yourselves a bit. What am I supposed to do if I see you winking and flirting in front of me?"

After saying that, Ryan patted my shoulder twice more, with a friendly tone, before returning to his seat. The officials around him exchanged bewildered glances, clearly puzzled by the president's sudden action. I was terrified, almost collapsing in fear at the sight of this clueless gay man.

Not long after I stepped outside, I saw Yueying approaching. Seeing me, she immediately beamed, but before she could speak, she pulled me into the next room. Closing the door

, I leaned in to kiss her before she could speak, but she turned her head away. However, the sweet scent emanating from her only fueled my desire. I lowered my head to kiss her soft neck, but she pushed me away again.

"Don't do that. Ryan and the others aren't far from here. What if they find out…"

"Hehe, what's there to be afraid of? It's more exciting when they find out."

"Little brother!"

Honestly, infidelity is all about the thrill. The constant anxiety and the fear of being caught adds to the climax. However, this time, the person I was cuckolding was no ordinary person; I couldn't easily offend them. So when Yueying adopted her older sisterly authority, slightly reproachfully telling me to let go, I had no choice but to give up.

However, another thought popped into my head. It was exciting enough, and although somewhat outrageous, it was still a kind of unconventional romance. As for feasibility… I thought about it, and it seemed there was no reason why it couldn't be done. If I asked Mao Yan'an for help, with our positions and authority, it should be a piece of cake. So… tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.

“What are you thinking about? Your smile is so strange.”

“Hmm? Nothing, just a little bit of manly romance.”

I replied with a smile, chatting idly with Yueying while brainstorming. Although Yueying understood my personality, she couldn't possibly guess the lewd thoughts in my mind. She was only concerned about my physical condition and whether I was feeling any discomfort.

"Hahaha, I'm still young, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood is no big deal. A good night's sleep and I'll be back to my old self."

"Yes, I already knew that."

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. Encouraged by Yueying's casual remark, my reason, which had been trying to temper my desires, was once again overwhelmed by fervent lust. Taking advantage of Yueying sitting beside me, my right hand slipped down, deftly sliding under her long skirt, and through her silk underpants, caressed Yueying's round, pert buttocks.

"Ah... little brother, you..."

Yueying let out a soft gasp, then gave me a reproachful look, as if blaming me for disregarding my physical condition and acting so hastily. But

I didn't care about any of that. I reached down and parted the lace edge of her panties, touching Yueying's plump, firm buttocks, feeling their smooth, elastic texture. Feeling smug, I traced the lace edge from her back to her front, my palm covering her soft mons pubis, touching the fine, thick golden pubic hair, my fingers teasingly probing inside…

"No, this is… and you just had an accident last night, your body is still… it's not like I don't want to be with you…"

Yueying's body was naturally sensitive, and now that her private parts were in my palm, the slightest touch made her react as if electrocuted, involuntarily raising her head, panting heavily, her delicate brows furrowed, her eyes glazed, emitting a soul-stirring moan, before collapsing limply into my arms, completely at my mercy.

I shifted my position, and my other hand slipped under her skirt, sliding down her waist and hips. From the back of her panties, I explored her cleft, gently kneading her round, plump buttocks. I pushed forward, exploring the honey-drenched crevice between her reflexively clenched buttocks. My other hand still cupped Yueying's soft vulva, my nimble fingers caressing the tender flesh, quickly causing a steady flow of nectar that soaked my pubic hair and made her silk panties a muddy mess.

Under this subtle teasing, Yueying continued to murmur, as if telling me to take care of my health, but I paid no attention to that. I was only focused on continuing my philandering. My palm occasionally felt the exquisite softness of her inner thighs, and my right hand would sometimes slip through her crevice to explore her anus.

With her innate allure and recent indulgence in the pleasures of lovemaking, Yueying was no match for such intense stimulation. Her face flushed red as she buried herself against my chest, panting, her tongue slightly parted, her lower body trembling, her vaginal walls twitching, her skin burning hot, her whole body weak and limp.

I wanted to take it a step further, to let Yueying lie down and freely fondle her pure and beautiful body, but this beautiful older sister who had watched me grow up suddenly uttered a sentence that sent chills down my spine.

"When I went to the Duke's mansion yesterday, I saw a young girl there, a very beautiful foxy lady, she..."

The question I had been deliberately ignoring was finally coming to the fore. Although Ah Xue seemed to be cleverly hiding away, avoiding strangers, I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, or if these two extremely hot bowls of soup had spilled together during that time. Now, Yueying's question was undoubtedly my death knell. My hands, pressed against her honeyed buttocks, were instantly covered in cold sweat.

"She ran away as soon as she saw me. I wonder who she is?"

This question seemed to offer a glimmer of hope, so without hesitation, I answered quickly and decisively, "She... is Uncle Fu's daughter. Uncle Fu had her with a prostitute when he was young. Recently, that old prostitute died from syphilis, so she came to live with her biological father whom she'd never met. It has nothing to do with me. Let's not talk about her." "

But, her fox-blood lineage..."

Before Yueying could finish, I leaned in and kissed her lips, lowering my head to search for her smooth, fragrant tongue.

My hand, which had been caressing her soft, fragrant buttocks, wasn't idle. Following a teasing kiss, the beautiful young woman in my arms stopped talking, wrapped her arms around my neck, and her burning face extended her tongue to meet mine, our necks entwined in a passionate, wet kiss. Holding her soft, warm body in my embrace, looking at Yueying's flushed, exquisite face, I felt an intense sense of satisfaction. Just as I was about to elevate this feeling and put it into action, I suddenly heard rapid footsteps approaching from outside. It sounded like they were coming straight this way.

"...It's Hui Xiuchu!"

Yueying exclaimed, hurriedly struggling to get up from my arms and straightening her disheveled clothes. Already secretly surprised, I sat bolt upright upon hearing this. Why was this man, who served as Ryan and Yueying's personal bodyguard, coming this way? Had he discovered something?

Was it really like the plot of all those third-rate dramas, where adulterers are always caught in the act by some righteous person and then sentenced to be paraded through the streets as a public spectacle? If I were to be a villain, I should at least be given a weaker opponent. There's no need to choose such a powerful and ruthless man.

Seeing Yueying's panicked expression, her face instantly turned deathly pale. She hurriedly straightened her clothes and seemed to want to shield me, like an older sister instinctively protecting me, who was no longer a child.

"Sister, don't worry, it's alright."

In my haste, though touched, I didn't have time to say anything. I gestured for Yueying to find a place to hide and put on her clothes, while I straightened my own clothes, rushed out the door, and, ignoring that Xiu Chu was coming this way, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"Admiral Farrell, please wait! It's so good to meet you here."

Hui Xiuchu's call rang out just as I expected. I feigned ignorance and turned around in surprise. There, a burly man with a friendly smile walked towards me. He didn't seem to be there to catch me in the act, and given his status, he didn't seem to need to be so polite.

Upon meeting, Hui Xiuchu first thanked me, saying that Ryan and Yueying were both his friends. He explained that during this time, I had devoted myself to Ryan's cause and often chatted with Yueying, which had brightened her mood and even improved their relationship. As a mutual friend, he was truly grateful to me.

“Brother John, I am very grateful to you for helping both the President and the First Lady… You are a young hero who has accomplished many remarkable feats, and you are truly living the good life… Your Farrell family’s Xuanwu True Skill is a world-class martial art, and I shouldn’t say much, but it seems you haven’t grasped the true essence of your family’s martial arts.”

This usually expressionless man spoke to me very politely and sincerely: “Without a skill to protect yourself, how will you cope when you encounter danger in the future? I have a set of ultimate sword techniques, a secret of the Cihang Jingdian. Although it cannot rival your Xuanwu True Skill, it is easy to learn and has extremely strong explosive power, making it a worthwhile self-defense technique. If you don’t mind, I am willing to teach you this sword technique.”

Things suddenly developed to this point, and I was truly stunned. On one hand, I was annoyed that he chose this moment to scare me; on the other hand, I didn’t understand how such a good thing could suddenly fall into my lap.

Mao Yan'an once said that "Bell Blade" Hui Xiuchu is one of the top figures in the Tracker industry. Judging from his skill in the few moves he made and the degree of trust Ryan has in him, his martial arts skills, even if not at the seventh level, are definitely among the best of the sixth level. Many people want to become his disciples, but they have all been turned away. For a set of sword techniques to be so highly praised by him, there must be some tricks to it. Even if I don't have time to practice, it's better to trick him into giving me a secret manual than to come empty-handed.

While secretly plotting to obtain the secret manual, I didn't immediately put it into action. Instead, I made an excuse, saying I had something to attend to and needed to think it over, asking him to return so I could discuss it further later.

Xiu Chu was quite straightforward; after hearing my explanation, he gave a slight bow and walked away. I watched his figure disappear until he was far away before turning back to check on Yue Ying and let her leave.

It's truly a pity that good things couldn't come in pairs. I can only place my hopes on tomorrow, hoping the grand event will arrive soon so I can use this magnificent occasion as a backdrop to present my sister with a great gift.

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