Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2, Chapter 2

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Chapter Two: A Frail and Weak Body

On this day, I suddenly had a strong urge to strangle Fang Qingshu, and also to strangle myself. When leaving the Southern Barbarians, I carelessly forgot to entrust him with the task of not revealing my identity, forgetting that this upright and honest scholar-knight, with his open and honest heart, had told me everything he knew and saw when I returned to my sect.

Then, it was Xin Deng Jushi's public speech that brought me international renown once again. After all, the records of the battles between any nation and the orcs were not particularly impressive. Yet now, a human, with his own abilities, had stirred up trouble and caused great destruction in the orcs' homeland, even daring to directly challenge the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts and bravely rescue a vulnerable woman. This was truly a great feat worthy of a national hero.

Such a significant event, if I had confessed it myself, probably few would have believed it. But coming from Xin Deng Jushi, it was as if the entire Cihang Jingdian had endorsed it, leaving no room for doubt. As a result, praise and astonishment from high-ranking officials and dignitaries from various countries overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.

President Golden Flower offered me the medal, and even the proud and unruly Leng Linglan and Narcissus looked at me with a newfound admiration. At this pinnacle of glory, I should have been ecstatic, but my heart was ice-cold. When this news, proclaimed throughout the world, reached the Southern Barbarians, the orcish forces, previously unable to act due to their ignorance of my identity, would now target me like a raging torrent.

Aside from my predicament, the successive appearances of the Heart Lamp Hermit and Prince Lunfiel further shattered the already complex situation in Sara City.

Lunfiel left with his elves, saying he would explain the whole affair later. As for the negotiations with the elves, I, a low-ranking mid-level manager, am not qualified to inquire. President Ryan and Princess Linglan are naturally capable of handling that. The more troublesome issue is with the witch Narcissus. She had previously vowed to expose the dark magician behind me, and she seizes every opportunity to spy on me, starting with my activities in the Southern Barbarians. After a few probing questions, I suddenly realized that she wasn't concerned about my trip to the Southern Barbarians, but rather suspected we were hiding people in this manor, which is why we were attacked.

Laughing is easy, but escaping is more difficult. Fortunately, Mao Yan'an swaggered over, claiming to have urgent military business and dragging me along to handle it. Narcissus, unsure of the uncle's true strength, remained deeply wary of his reputation and unwilling to confront him directly, thus giving the two of us the opportunity to slip away.

"How about it? Old ginger is spicier, isn't it? I easily helped you get through this."

"Hmm, if you could have arrived earlier when I was being chased by those elves, and had taken less credit afterward, I would have been even more grateful to you."

"This... oh, right, your king wants to see you."

This was, of course, a very serious matter. His Majesty's reason for summoning me wouldn't be to inquire about some trivial official business, but rather to inquire again about my mission to rescue his beloved daughter from her suffering. I didn't know how to explain, but fortunately, Mao Yan'an volunteered to accompany me to the audience.

Entering the palace, carrying the royal mandate, I easily made my way in and, as always, waited outside the imperial study for His Majesty's summons. Perhaps the consideration of "resting a little after working hard" wasn't suitable for an emperor surrounded by thousands of beauties in his harem, because even though we were still quite a distance from the imperial study, we kept hearing the sounds of waiting for summons, which had almost become a routine.

"Ah... Your Majesty... Your Majesty the King..."

"Hehehe, I'm going to have eight more palace maids later."

The familiar conversation and panting made Mao Yan'an glance at me strangely. I shrugged and said, "What are you looking at? I'm lucky this time. Last time I came, he had to have at least ten more palace maids." His

Majesty the King's stamina didn't seem to be very good, or perhaps this concubine lacked charm. This round ended in a short time. Then, the guards went in and carried out the concubine who had just served him, wrapped in a thick blanket.

"I really want to know what the beauty under that blanket looks like."

"If you want to see a woman naked, just say so. What else could she look like besides being naked?"

I knew a little about the palace's security measures. To prevent female assassins from using the opportunity of serving the king to assassinate him, the king usually had his guards strip his concubines or palace maids naked before he went to have sex with them. After checking that they were not carrying any dangerous items, they would be wrapped in blankets and brought in. Of course, the same thing happened when they left.

Our luck was much better than expected. His Majesty seemed to have received news of our arrival and abandoned the planned seven maids, directly summoning me to his presence. The uncle told me to calm down, and he went in first to speak with the king for a while. When I was summoned in after him, the uncle gave me a gesture that everything was fine. His Majesty, unsurprised, told me that with Mr. Oren's assistance, the great undertaking was likely to succeed.

"I ascended the throne at age X... married at age Y, and had my eldest princess at age Z. For many years, she has been the apple of my eye, my most beloved jewel. I never imagined..."

If I hadn't just witnessed His Majesty's powerful presence in bed, I would have thought he was a king who had lost his country. A grown man, yet after just a few words, his eyes reddened, and he kept wiping away tears with his sleeve, weeping about his lovely, pure daughter who had willingly sacrificed herself for the country and was now suffering such tragic torment... and so on. Listening to him gave me a splitting headache.

Just as I was wondering how to extricate myself, he suddenly stopped crying and said, "Mr. Oren has already explained things. Your skills are lacking, and your martial arts are weak. It's truly difficult for you to deal with that treacherous gay man. I'll give you a benefit now: you can look at any of the martial arts manuals in the palace. In three days, you'll... have the strength of one of the five strongest martial artists, and things will be much easier." When unreasonable public opinion overrides professional expertise, it's truly a painful thing. Unfortunately, I couldn't choose to resign in response. Becoming one of the five strongest martial artists in three days? Wouldn't that mean I'd be able to challenge the Black Dragon King one-on-one in three days? This is a reasonable world. Even if you gathered all five strongest martial artists and transferred their skills to me, let alone the tattered manuals in the Alibuda Palace, it wouldn't have such an exaggerated effect.

But what could I say? This king clearly wasn't going to accept any arguments. I could only accept the decree, express my gratitude, and quickly go out to devise a countermeasure.

"Hey, what did you say to him? Why did he..."

"Oh, this Leng Qiji is obviously a lecher. I told him about the recent legend of the mysterious beauty Sarah, saying I would help him keep an eye out for stunning beauties, kidnap them, and send them to him. He agreed to let me help you save his precious daughter from her misery."

"What? You pimp actually... no, I mean, why did you tell him my martial arts skills aren't strong enough to do the job?"

"Do you think you're very strong in martial arts?"

We walked and talked. Since we had just had a confidential conversation with His Majesty the King, we left through the inconspicuous back door. Just as I was about to grab the uncle by the collar and question him sternly, I suddenly saw several guards acting suspiciously, as if they were carrying a wooden box out.

"Wait a minute, you lot, stop right there!"

I'd heard before that some palace guards would steal valuables to sell outside the palace. If I didn't encounter it, I'd let it go, but since it happened to me, I had to intervene. Besides… there might be some profit to be made. We'd soon be hunted down by the Black Dragon Society and the orcs anyway, so gathering some money for our escape was a good idea.

The imperial guards had considerable authority, but recognizing me and Mao Yan'an, they had no choice but to step aside, even if they didn't want to.

"You bastards! Look what you stole! If it was valuable… ah, you filthy bastard, this, this is…"

Even seasoned veterans like Mao Yan'an and I were momentarily stunned. The box didn't contain gold or jewels, but a naked beauty. A delicate, pure face, a flat chest, and a pubic area almost entirely devoid of hair… uh, I'd estimate this little beauty was no older than six.

Her wide-open eyes spoke of utter terror and fear, but we were powerless to help her. Her protruding tongue and the deep strangulation marks on her snow-white neck both pointed to the same fact: she was dead.

"This..."

I wanted to say something, but seeing the thick blanket beneath the naked corpse, I knew the best course of action was to remain silent and pretend I hadn't seen anything.

"Well, you lot, hurry up and finish what His Majesty... no, finish what he ordered. Don't slack off here."

With that hasty remark, Mao Yan'an and I left the palace, boarded the carriage, and headed home. Despite wearing sunglasses, this scoundrel must have seen what I had just witnessed. The thick blanket beneath the naked corpse was the same one that had been carried out of the Imperial Study not long ago. In other words, the little beauty His Majesty had favored, the murderer who strangled that naked woman... we all knew what that meant.

Inside the well-insulated carriage, no one was overheard the passengers' conversation. After confirming this, the uncle began to speak.

“Nephew, don’t you think…”

“Uncle, we’re just civil servants on a paycheck. Unless we’re ready to start a revolution, we’d better play dumb.”

“But… weird fetishes are nothing, there are plenty of SM addicts in brothels who like to strangle, but targeting such young girls… isn’t that a bit…”

“It’s just playing with women, what’s the big deal? When I’m paying, I’ve slept with girls even younger than this; if it’s rape, I’ve done it with girls slightly older than this. He’s the king, and emperors have always been absurd. You don’t like him, what do you want to do to him?”

However, even so, I have never tortured or killed women for the sake of pleasure, let alone strangled such a little girl. Of course, thinking like this doesn’t mean I’m a good person. On the yardstick of morality, the king and I are both perverted scum. However, at this moment, I do feel a nauseous discomfort.

"Nephew, do you think... if you had the power of your father today, would you stand up for justice?"

"You almost forgot, you penniless painter, why did you just trick me? Becoming one of the five strongest in three days? Even wishing to a demon couldn't do that, you..."

I snapped, grabbing Mao Yan'an's collar, while he replied with a wronged expression.

"It's to help you succeed! You're the kind of person who won't improve spontaneously without some kind of push! Think about it, the beastmen are coming soon. If your martial arts aren't strong, then wouldn't that be..."

"But you don't have to be so forceful! How are we going to explain this now? Do you have a way to capture that mysterious beauty in three days? Humph, it's all that Xin Deng's fault for setting me up like this. Aren't you two old friends? Why didn't you help me beforehand..."

The gradually easing tension suddenly tightened after I considered this possibility. Without another word, I grabbed Mao Yan'an by the neck and demanded an explanation.

"Could it be... that you asked Old Ghost Xin Deng to do this to me? To make him expose my affairs in the Southern Barbarians in public?"

"No, don't misunderstand, I... I can't breathe. Absolutely, absolutely nothing like that happened..."

He tried to explain, but from the fact that my grip didn't loosen, he probably knew that I didn't really believe him, so he confessed after I loosened my grip slightly.

"I really didn't instigate him to do this, but... I received a message from him the other day, asking me about the truth of the Southern Barbarian matter. I praised you to the skies... This was also for your own good. If I didn't beautify your image first, and then it was revealed that you had slept with Yu Hong, wouldn't Xin Deng definitely kill you?"

"You can always come up with a bunch of grand principles about anything."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, can't you see? The Yuexue Shuangtang you keep talking about both have the same expectation, hoping that you will become a heroic figure like your father as soon as possible."

"No... I don't want to say it a second time. I don't want to be like that perverted old man. Say it again, and I won't let you have a chance to die peacefully."

"Okay, we won't talk about your perverted old man. But you are a pragmatic person. The current situation is so unfavorable. Besides the long-term worries, there is also the immediate threat of Narcissus. Without any skills to protect yourself, how will you survive? It's rare that that perverted old man is so generous, letting you use the palace's treasury resources, you..."

“Even if you want to practice martial arts, you don’t need to rely on the palace! What good stuff could the Alibuda Palace have? Any secret manuals that even remotely showed promise were already taken home by our family’s ancestors two generations ago. If that bitch Linglan hadn’t been sent to the Cihang Jingdian, she wouldn’t have been able to learn anything from those piles of rubbish books.”

Hearing me say that, Mao Yan’an nodded and said, “That’s right, the Farrell family’s Xuanwu True Skill is the best in the world. If you can master one or two levels of the Xuanwu True Skill, it will be more effective than any secret manual. Since you say so, then you…”

“You seem to have forgotten that I’ve said many times before that I’m naturally weak and can’t practice martial arts.”

This wasn’t the first time we’d discussed this topic. Mao Yan’an had tried to persuade me many times before, but every time I mentioned this, he would give up. But this time, when I coldly replied, he gave a strange smile.

"Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't say that. Alright, let's get out of the carriage."

Before I knew it, the carriage had arrived at the Duke's mansion. Mao Yan'an and I got out and entered the mansion. Before I could even say a word, I was shocked by the scene before me.

Uncle Fu, the one who opened the door, stood in front of me as if it were his due. But there were two people sitting at the tables and chairs in the front hall, and they were people who shouldn't be there.

I could understand Yueying's appearance and easy entry. She used to frequent my house and was familiar with Uncle Fu, so entering the Duke's mansion was no problem for her. But sitting next to her... why would the Hermit of the Heart Lamp also come?

This man has sharp eyes. I hope he can see through the affair between Yueying and me.

"General Farrell, please come and pay your respects to the Hermit. Today, we are grateful for his promise to help us with a great favor."

Yueying's address became restrained because of the presence of outsiders, but I still felt that there was something strange about it. From her explanation, I roughly understood that Master Xin Deng was not only a renowned master craftsman, but also one of the top medical experts in the Temple of Light. He had come at Yue Ying's request to specifically "treat" me. "Without Teacher Mao's influence, it wouldn't have been easy to get Master Xin Deng to help. However, Master Xin Deng said that his two disciples were very grateful to you in the Southern Barbarian lands, and it's only right and proper that he wanted to return the favor. John, you are truly remarkable, having accomplished such a great feat in the Southern Barbarian lands. I am very proud of you."

He wanted to return the favor to me because of his two disciples? This was truly unsettling. Although Yu Hong's proud personality and the reserve of a woman made it unlikely that she would tell others about what happened in the Southern Barbarian lands; and Master Xin Deng's gentle, smiling demeanor didn't seem to harbor any ill intentions, the thought of those ominous possibilities still made me break out in a cold sweat.

However, there was no room for escape now. Yueying's concern and Mao Yan'an's thoughtful arrangements had undoubtedly put me in a difficult position. Although I shook my head and said I didn't want to practice other martial arts, that damned Uncle Fu ran up with tears in his eyes, saying that the young master had left a secret manual at home in the hopes that the young master would one day change his mind.

"Although it only contains the first level of the manual, the young master instructed that as long as the young master's health improves in the future, and he doesn't... doesn't... he can start practicing from here..."

That bastard, even my perverted father tricked me. What can I say now?

"Sister, I want to ask you one more time, do you really hope... I practice martial arts diligently and become a strong person like my father?"

In my serious tone, Yueying could hear my earnestness, and I also noticed the burning expectation in her eyes when she nodded and said "Mm"—an expectation I had never seen before. It startled me that my beloved Yueying actually wanted me to change so much.

Every man does things to please his woman; Yueying has always been so easygoing, not craving or needing any expensive gifts. Looking back on our time together, she was the only one who had cared for me like an older sister. I had never done anything for her, and now it was time to make her happy. Looking

up, in the distance behind Yueying, in a dark corner formed by a beam and eaves, I saw someone hiding there, spying on us, but afraid to come out and interact with the others. Although most of her body was hidden behind the beam, her furtive tail told me her identity, and in the occasional glimpses of her eyes, I saw the same burning desire as Yueying's.

Everyone has moments in their life when they act without hesitation, and that's how I feel right now. In fact, even I'm starting to feel a stirring of hope, clinging to that slim chance. Maybe... after all these years, my physical condition really is different. My last training of the Beast King Fist went smoothly, and this time, with a medical expert protecting me, perhaps I can truly rewrite my past unpleasant record.

"Alright, I'll do it."

I had already memorized the incantation of the Xuanwu True Skill long ago, so I didn't need to pull out any secret manuals. Now, surrounded by everyone, I sat cross-legged, silently circulating my energy, following the incantation.

It was rare to practice, and at first, my energy flow wasn't smooth. It took me quite a while to calm my mind. Suddenly, a finger pressed on my back a few times. Each light press sent a warm current through my body. I didn't know if it was Zen meditation or light magic. Later, my whole body felt warm and light, as if I were floating in a fairyland, impervious to all external demons.

(With a master protecting me, things are truly different…) This thought flashed through my mind. Just as I was about to calm myself and begin practicing the incantation, a sudden boom echoed in my head, as if something had been triggered. Countless images and flashes of light roared through my mind: a snow-white female body, a thick stench of blood, a hand covering a mouth… The images flashed by so quickly that I couldn’t even catch them. My mind and spirit trembled violently, almost to the point of demonic possession, and my internal energy also became chaotic, surging backwards towards my internal organs.

In almost an instant, I felt as if I were in a furnace, involuntarily vomiting large amounts of blood. The indescribable pain was like a file, scraping my pain receptors. The pain I hadn’t felt for many years returned, and I could hear anxious conversations breaking out in my ears.

“His internal energy… how could it… be in danger…”

“Strange… even the Mind Lamp Meditation Seal can’t stop it… the Xuanwu True Skill is indeed worthy of its reputation…”

"He's about to die, what's the use of praising his family's martial arts?"

Various voices rang in my ears. I felt several warm currents flowing into my back and chest, but compared to the raging true energy within me, they were so weak, quickly destroyed and collapsed. The bleeding continued, large amounts of dark red blood, forced by the pressure within my body, frantically searching for an outlet, overflowing not only from my mouth but also from my ears and nose.

On the verge of losing consciousness, I struggled to open my eyes, vaguely seeing several swaying figures. I subconsciously raised my hand and wiped my mouth, only to find my hand covered in blood.

"...Damn it...now...you know...why my body is always weak for a while after every training session...damn it..."

I wasn't targeting anyone, but after managing to finish this sentence, I seemed to have used all my strength to spit out the blood, and after exhausting every last bit of energy, I collapsed.

"Little brother!"

A sharp cry, piercing my heart, mingled with the faint scent of cherry blossoms. Blood splattered onto my precious silk robes, and I collapsed into a warm embrace… To be able to faint in Sister Yueying's arms was the only place in my body, amidst my wounds, where I could find peace and lose consciousness.

Darkness is the realm of dreams.

Dreams are a world beyond the control of reason.

No matter how wise or powerful a person may be, no matter how influential they are in the real world, they cannot act as they please in dreams. They are forced to confront aspects of their "self" that even surprise themselves. Because of this, I hate dreaming. Ever since I gained control over my actions, I have strived to… I must stop dreaming, stop seeing those unpleasant images. The way to stop dreaming is simple: just sleep until dawn every day. So, visiting prostitutes is a good pastime—do it, get drunk, get tired, sleep—no need to dream, no need to face anything.

Therefore, I haven't seen a scene like this in a long time. At

the far end of the floor, through a completely open paper window, the warm afternoon sunlight streamed in, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowering buds wafted past the slowly swaying recliner by the window; on the gently rocking wooden chair sat a noblewoman, her eyes closed in a midday nap. Her fair hands rested on her brocade dress. Although I had never seen her face, I knew who she was.

“…Mom…”

Every time I uttered those words, the dream would end. Forget the longed-for embrace, I never even got to see that face. The deity who governs dreams, like my twisted father, was stingy with my leniency, which is why I hated dreaming as a child. However, this dream changed after I turned six.

The light and shadow in front of me disappeared with my calls, but a new light and shadow appeared beside me. “You can’t always call me that. I… am not your mother. You can call me sister.”

Dressed in a simple, snow-white dress, without makeup, her long golden hair naturally cascading down her back, she was as beautiful as a fairy from the moon. Her gentle, motherly voice, tinged with regret and a touch of melancholy, softly soothed my unease.

“John, don’t be afraid to close your eyes, don’t be afraid to dream. My hand is here, hold it, I won’t go anywhere, I’ll always be with you.”

When Sister Yueying held my hand and smiled gently, she seemed to radiate holy light. But why was the darkness behind that radiance so vast and boundless, making one’s heart tremble?

Could it be… that the moon shines so brightly because it always appears in the dark night sky? Because of this darkness, Yueying, who had held my hand and promised she wouldn’t go anywhere, made a choice between the country and me, letting go of my hand, and becoming the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation amidst the cheers of the crowd.

And after that, the dream plunged into even deeper darkness; I couldn’t see anything around me. It was eerily quiet, with no moonlight to illuminate the darkness. I didn't know which way to go, and could only wait eternally in the darkness… That's why I hate dreaming.

But today's dream seemed a little different. In that deep darkness, a light source slowly appeared. It wasn't as bright as the moon, and compared to the moon in the sky, it was just a dim, yellow lamp hanging on a street corner at midnight. But even so, it still illuminated this darkness.

I didn't see the face of the person in the light source, but I vaguely sensed that it was a beautiful, ethereal young woman, wearing a pale yellow dress, strolling along the street, and gently appearing beside me. She whispered in my ear in a familiar voice, speaking a phrase with an exotic flair.

"John! Relax, open your eyes..."

The sweet and gentle voice was like an invisible spell, jolting me awake from my dream. However, as I was emerging from the deep dream, a violent feeling of nausea pressed hard on my respiratory system, causing me to cough violently and regain consciousness.

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