【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 16-18 Author: Nongyu

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 20:16:02

【The Alibuda Era Sacrifice】
Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: Mother, the Martial Goddess

Because of Yu Hong's request, we must steal the Beacon Fire Universe Ring and retrieve the will of the former Cihang Jingdian Sect Leader sealed within it, to prove Xin Chan's origins and ambitious schemes.

Yu Hong said that the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, which is being used as the prize for this year's race, is guarded by different experts in each city, preventing easy access. However, the expert guarding the ring in Chicago is a close friend of Xin Deng Jushi and disapproves of Xin Chan's actions. Therefore, he is willing to assist us, deliberately letting us in to infiltrate and steal the Beacon Fire Universe Ring.

Based on past experience, anything too easily planned always turns into a tough nut to crack, and this time was no exception.

The thousand or so vengeful spirits released by Ah Xue intertwined into a giant rope of light, penetrating the protective barrier, only to be easily shattered by a golden sword that pierced through the air. The golden sword instantly transformed into a luminous body and vanished, a sight that sent chills down my spine.

The rope formed by the thousand or so vengeful spirits contained such immense power that even a master like Katotaka could not break it in a single blow. Yet, the newcomer used only tangible energy to break the thousand-spirit rope with ease. Such unparalleled skill was rare among masters in the world, especially when wielded a sword and possessed such pure and holy Buddhist energy. My mind seemed to only have one name left.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Illuminating the Three Thousand Worlds."

A clear and resonant Buddhist chant echoed through the heavens, accompanied by a divine figure riding on a seven-petaled lotus of light, descending brilliantly from mid-air.

With the heavens above her head and seven lotus leaves beneath her feet, her mere presence was enough to completely overwhelm us, rendering us utterly immobile. And when I saw the legendary half-purple mask, my doubts were completely confirmed, and my entire body trembled uncontrollably.

The First Master of Cihang Jingdian

, the Heart Sword Divine Nun! It is universally acknowledged that among the disciples taken in by the previous Cihang Jingdian Master, only three far surpassed the rest and have survived to this day: the Heart Sword Divine Nun, Master Xin Chan, and Layman Xin Deng. Master Xin Chan took over the Divine Palace, wielding immense power; Layman Xin Deng, with extraordinary talent, became the world's foremost blacksmith, traveling the world; but the most skilled, the Heart Sword Divine Nun, remained aloof from worldly affairs, detached from the mortal realm.

As Xin Chan's conspiracy gradually revealed its fangs, he began to murder the sect's elders and conspired with the Black Dragon King to assassinate his fellow disciples. Xin Deng Jushi was forced to retaliate indirectly, initiating internal strife within the Light God Palace. Xin Jian Shen Ni's movements became the focus of attention, as her unparalleled martial arts and reputation gave her the ability to suppress this internal strife. Gaining her support would be crucial to victory in this power struggle. However, despite my repeated attempts to gather intelligence, I received no information about her. It seemed she remained in seclusion at her peak, unwilling to intervene in this upheaval within her sect.

Unexpectedly, at this turbulent and critical moment, Xin Jian Shen Ni finally left the Lonely Peak Hermitage and descended to the mortal realm. And her first target was neither Xin Chan nor Xin Deng, but me, this unfortunate junior who had suffered eight lifetimes of misfortune.

(Is this nun Xin Jian? She seems quite young! Why is she wearing a half-mask?)

Xin Jian, the nun, stood proudly a few feet in front of us. She was remarkably tall, even half a head taller than an average man, but she wasn't a bald nun, nor was she wearing a robe. Her long black hair was tied in a high bun, secured with a bone hairpin. The half of her face visible through the mask appeared to be around thirty or forty years old. Her cold, phoenix-like eyes lacked any of the compassionate air expected of a nun. Just looking at those eyes, I knew that a peaceful departure tonight was impossible.

A fierce battle was inevitable. If I had to name someone in the entire Golden Flower Federation whom I deeply feared, this nun would undoubtedly be number one. Not because of her unparalleled martial arts skills, but because of her special status. After all, everyone knew that Xin Jian had only ever taken one disciple: the Holy Maiden of the Palace of Light, Tianhe Xueqiong.

Unfortunately, and tragically... Tianhe Xueqiong is currently nestled in my arms, trembling with her tail tucked in, so weak she looks like she might faint at any moment.

"Xueqiong, how are you? Does it hurt a lot? Or are you badly injured?"

"Master, I... I can't muster any strength, my chest hurts so much..."

The sorcerer who controls the necromancers, with her spell broken and a large number of the controlled spirits killed, must be severely injured. Xueqiong is probably quite badly hurt, but my biggest worry is whether her lost memories have been triggered after her face-to-face encounter with the Heart Sword Nun.

"Master, this person... I've never seen her before, but... I feel like I've seen her somewhere before... Seeing her, Xueqiong's chest feels so hot..."

Good heavens, which master are you referring to? Please don't mistake her for someone else at a time like this, or I'll be in big trouble.

"You two..."

Just as I was trembling with fear and my hands and feet were ice-cold, the Heart Sword Goddess, who had remained silent, spoke. Her icy gaze swept over us from head to toe. Perhaps influenced by Ah Xue's words, I felt that the Heart Sword Goddess seemed to stare at our chests for an unusually long time before finally fixing her gaze on our faces. Her sharp, sword-like eyes made it almost impossible for us to breathe.

(It's over. Tianhe Xueqiong and I have lived together on this peak for many years, relying on each other for survival. How could she not recognize this prized disciple? This time I'm definitely...) Just as

I was screaming inwardly that I was doomed, an unbelievable voice rang in my ears.

"...Who is it?"

The words left me stunned. I could hardly believe my ears. I never dreamed I would have such good luck, and this was something that should never happen. The Heart Sword Goddess didn't recognize Ah Xue, didn't recognize the successor she had raised herself.

Although Ah Xue's appearance had changed considerably, even drastically transforming from a human into a half-beast, her face and eyes remained largely unchanged. Those familiar with Tianhe Xueqiong, even if they didn't recognize her at first glance, could easily recognize the face that resembled Tianhe Xueqiong's after a few more looks. This was even more true for Xin Jian Shen Ni, who had raised Tianhe Xueqiong for over ten years. I couldn't think of a reasonable explanation why Xin Jian Shen Ni didn't recognize Ah Xue, but my heart was pounding with excitement.

Although this seemed unbelievable, if Xin Jian Shen Ni truly didn't recognize Ah Xue, the situation would be much simpler. I wouldn't have to bear the responsibility for why Tianhe Xueqiong had changed so much; I could simply explain our reason for infiltrating and stealing to Xin Jian Shen Ni.

(Hey, if it can be solved with a tongue, then I'm in luck!)

Although I thought this, I certainly didn't dare show it on my face. But the situation didn't improve. Before I could speak, a golden light flashed before my eyes, and a tangible attack was launched. A golden sword filled with divine energy flew over. If I hadn't dodged it while holding Ah Xue, this sword would have cut us in half.

"Amitabha, all beings suffer. This humble nun has always taken it upon herself to save all beings. Since we have met, it is fate. I will send you on your way to great perfection and liberation."

The Heart Sword Nun chanted the Buddha's name with her palms raised. Although her tone was kind, everyone could tell that she was about to kill someone. I had a strange feeling that the Heart Sword Nun's attack was not to silence witnesses or eliminate thieves, but rather that a hungry beast that had been dormant for a long time was about to devour a life to satisfy its extreme hunger.

This wicked nun... she's not just unkind and uncompassionate, she wanted to kill us from the very beginning!

That sword strike to the waist, though I managed to dodge it in a sorry state, had already injured my left side. Blood was gushing from my abdomen and thigh. If Xin Jian Shen Ni were to fight seriously, facing a peerless master of the strongest level, Ah Xue and I would have no chance of winning. So what should we do? At this point, should we just sit and wait to die?

"Senior Sister Xin Jian, please stop!"

Seeing the situation was dire, Yu Hong, who had been hiding in the shadows to provide backup, was forced to reveal herself. She spread her wings and flew into the air, bowing to Xin Jian Shen Ni as she spoke.

Judging from Yu Hong's tone, she and Xin Jian Shen Ni were old acquaintances. Xin Jian Shen Ni turned her head upon hearing this, scrutinizing this long-unseen junior disciple. In the brief silence, I noticed that Xin Jian Shen Ni's gaze swept from head to toe, seemingly unconcerned about the revealing phoenix martial arts robe, but lingering particularly long on the chest area, a look of confusion on her face.

"Senior Uncle, I am Yu Hong, a disciple of the Heart Lamp Sect. I once paid my respects to you on the Lonely Peak. This time..."

"Bold witch! How dare you impersonate my junior niece and deceive me! Do you think I really can't recognize you?"

A furious shout accompanied by golden light arrived simultaneously. As the golden sword of energy shot towards her at high speed, Yu Hong's entire body was engulfed in flames. She mustered the power of her Beast King Fist and attempted to block the sword.

The sword was too fast; there was no time to dodge. The protective power of the Beast King Fist was only of average to above-average level. If Yu Hong did not use her attack to reduce the momentum of the incoming attack, she might be severely injured by this blow. The tactical application was 100% correct. The Vajra Ape Arm, unleashed with full force, was powerful and mighty. Accompanied by raging flames, it appeared even more astonishing. Clearly, Yu Hong had made progress recently. However, the absolute difference in strength between the two was still evident.

"Ah!"

The moment the golden light touched the flames, the raging fire was instantly extinguished, followed by a series of cracking sounds and Yu Hong's cries of pain. The golden sword pierced through her outstretched right arm, shattering bones and locking meridians. Dozens of golden rays of varying strength shone from Yu Hong's joints, the sword energy having broken through her protective energy and invaded her internal organs and meridians. While sealing her combat power, it also used a magical incantation to forcibly "freeze" her in mid-air, rendering her unable to move.

Yu Hong, who could be considered one of the top level six combatants, couldn't even withstand a single move from the Heart Sword Goddess. This was the strength of the five strongest!

(...What the hell? This wicked nun is ruthless and cruel even to her niece, but...why does she seem not to recognize Ah Xue or Yu Hong? Does she have amnesia?)

I felt very puzzled, but with death looming, my main concern was how to survive and escape. Escaping alone has a very low success rate. Trying to run with Ah Xue is practically impossible, not to mention Yu Hong, who's stuck in mid-air. Logically, I should abandon them and run as far as I can. But then again, since running alone offers little chance, I shouldn't shoot myself in the foot too soon. Before the final push, I shouldn't do anything that would reveal my true colors.

Even though the situation is dire, I haven't given up hope, because there's still a chance. If the helper I'm waiting for arrives in time, we might still be able to escape unscathed.

(God, why isn't the helper here yet?)

As if echoing my expectations, a sharp whooshing sound rang out in mid-air. Someone launched a surprise attack on Heart Sword from the darkness. But the cheer I opened my mouth to shout froze halfway through after recognizing the attacker.

(Oh dear! You're not the one I need! Why send a burden when I need help?)

To be fair, Yu Ni's attack was flawless in terms of power, direction, and speed. She maximized her sixth-level power and even contained the potential to transform into the Shattered Dream Blade at any moment. Once she entered a certain range, the Shattered Dream Blade's astonishing sharpness would unleash, delivering a devastating blow to the enemy. Her

ruthless and swift strike was not much weaker than her sister Yu Hong's, but unfortunately, she encountered an enemy far stronger than the sisters. Xin Jian simply raised her hand and struck, pinning Yu Ni to mid-air on the other side with her dazzling golden sword.

However, despite both being struck by the sword, Yu Ni was in much better condition than her sister. Although pinned in mid-air, she could still kick and claw, like an enraged bat, constantly trying to break free of the golden sword's seal and pounce downwards.

Judging from this, Xin Jian Shen Ni had held back against Yu Ni.

"Aren't you Yu Ni? Why are you acting so strangely? Hmm..."

I was taken aback. I hadn't expected that the Heart Sword Nun, who couldn't recognize Yu Hong, could recognize Yu Ni. This was quite strange. And when I noticed that the Heart Sword Nun still looked at people in that special order—first the face, then the chest, and finally back at the face—a completely absurd thought suddenly popped into my head.

(No way? Could it be that this thieving nun recognizes people by looking at...?)

The thought flashed through my mind, and the pressure followed, because the Heart Sword Nun had already turned her attention back to this place, wanting to eliminate the only man present first.

"Ah Xue, cheer up! Your master is about to be killed!"

Against an enemy like the Heart Sword Nun, an attack that wasn't up to par was tantamount to suicide. I could only use the Hellish God of Lust to fight, but summoning the Hellish God of Lust would take time. Right now, the only one who could help me buy time was the trembling Ah Xue.

These words had an immediate effect. Ah Xue, who had been trembling in my arms, suddenly straightened up. Seventeen black flames rose from the ground, swirling around the Heart Sword Nun, followed by a thick wall of bones descending from the sky to intercept her.

Ah Xue's strength was only slightly superior to Neon's, but when she prepared to fight to protect something, her astonishing perseverance and courage transformed into extraordinary power, making her a terrifyingly powerful sorceress. For example, at this moment, the Corruption Spell, the Black Fire Rain, the Bone Skeleton Soldiers, and the Corpse Crossbow—each element individually unremarkable—formed a quartet that even managed to hold back the Heart Sword Nun.

"Undead, help me! Become a purgatory of souls and devour the enemy at the center!"

As a necromancer, Ah Xue finally commanded thousands of vengeful spirits, swirling in the air to besiege the restrained Heart Sword Nun. Nearly ten thousand undead soared into the air, swirling and howling angrily. The temperature in the surrounding space suddenly plummeted, frost quickly accumulated on the ground, and a chilling wind made people feel cold from the soles of their feet. The eerie scene of the swirling spirits appearing and disappearing was like hell appearing on earth, with ghosts wailing and gods howling.

"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I make a pact with you. Please lend me your power, obey me, take concrete form, come forth, Hellish God of Lust, Water and Fire Demon Spider!"

Due to Bai Qi's seal, I could not summon the Yama Corpse Mantis for the time being, and I could not use the Phoenix Blood Female Bee because I was worried about Yu Hong being affected. I could only summon the Water and Fire Demon Spider to assist Ah Xue.

The combined efforts of both sides seemed to be working, but as the golden light within the thick black fog grew stronger, gradually breaking through the curse of the vengeful spirits, and the pain on Ah Xue's pale face became more pronounced, our defeat was imminent. But trying to escape at this moment was met with an invisible pressure, as if the slightest movement would result in being instantly killed by the golden sword emerging from the fog.

(We were only able to hold our own against the five strongest beings this far thanks to Ah Xue, but… damn it, where are our reinforcements? We can't run, and if this continues, we're doomed.)

I was so anxious I almost wet myself when I suddenly heard a strange sound behind me. A series of strange "crack, crack, crack" sounds, like stones striking the ground, completely inexplicable. I turned around, and what I saw wasn't the expected young man, but a… strange person.

A truly strange person!

He flipped upside down, holding a round pebble in each hand, tapping it against the ground as he "walked." This bizarre-looking fellow resembled a juggler or a madman, but the strangest thing wasn't his ability to casually enter our fighting circle, but rather the fact that I felt I recognized him.

Dressed in black, with a black hood, this strange man was completely shrouded in black, not even a strand of hair showing, making his face impossible to discern. From my perspective, the man was tall, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before.

*Thud! Thud!

* Two more muffled thuds, and the black-clad strange man moved backward to within two feet of me. Strangely, while his two taps struck the ground, Yu Ni and Yu Hong, who were locked in mid-air, seemed to have their golden swords shattered by some inexplicable force, falling from the sky.

(Wow, that skill... it's on par with the five strongest!)

I was startled, yet also found it absurd. Why are top-tier masters of the five strongest level appearing like they're being auctioned off at a market lately? It's ridiculously cheap. But thinking about it seriously, if there's any semblance of rationality in this world, then I should have seen this strange person before, or at least know about them.

Thinking this way, I suddenly felt that this upside-down strange person looked increasingly familiar, and a very unpleasant memory suddenly resurfaced.

"You...you are..."

"Faced with these brave young men in distress, I need no reason to help you. Let's fight side by side!"

Speaking loudly, the upside-down monster announced his name: "My name...I am known as Sniper King!"

"Yeah, right, you're Mother Goddess."

"No, I'm not, I'm Sniper King."

"Who are you kidding? You're the invincible Mother Goddess with Iron Fist."

"Nonsense! I'm not Mother Goddess, I'm Sniper King, the helper from Sniper Island."

Although Mother Goddess was talking nonsense and trying his best to deny his identity, I still recognized him.

Thinking about it carefully, no matter how strong Yama Corpse Mantis was, it was still unlikely that he could defeat and kill a master of the strongest level. At that time, I could only repel him, but that attack could not kill Mother Goddess at all. I just don't know what kind of illusion he used to escape, which made me mistakenly think that he was smashed to pieces.

However, the Mother Martial God, who was standing upside down in front of us, still spoke with a slightly hoarse voice this time, but it wasn't as strange as before. She also seemed much more lucid. I wondered if she had a problem with her brain last time, or if she was deliberately feigning madness.

But either way, it was good. Now she had encountered a powerful enemy who made it impossible for her to continue pretending to be stupid. The Heart Sword Nun, one of the five strongest people in the world, and the number one expert of the Cihang Jingdian, had already proven her invincible strength in the previous battle. No matter how strong the Mother Martial God was, the Heart Sword Nun was not an opponent that could be easily dealt with. With two tigers fighting, there would definitely be a spectacular battle later.

A duel between experts of the strongest level could easily affect others. I wasn't stupid enough to be a spectator here. Since someone was willing to help block the Heart Sword Nun, what I should do was make a quick getaway.

"Mother Martial God... no, Sniper King, I'm leaving this thieving nun to you."

After hurriedly saying this, I immediately made my escape. Escaping on my own was easy, but dragging Ah Xue and Neon along would be a huge burden. Luckily, Violet, who darted out from the shadows, could carry Ah Xue, and the Water-Fire Spider could carry Neon. I just needed to keep up.

"Stupid leopard, run! There's nothing to see here!"

The tense atmosphere of the two powerful figures facing off seemed to have attracted Violet, making this beast reluctant to leave. I had to urge it on with all my might before Violet finally ran with us.

As we were rapidly evacuating the scene, the last thing I saw when I looked back was a powerful and bright golden light, bursting forth like the blazing sun. My mother, the Martial God, standing upside down, suddenly seemed to be filled with imposing power, standing firm and unshakable like a deep abyss. Then, the intense golden light gradually engulfed him, and the instant his figure disappeared, a violent explosion of energy rang out rapidly. Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosive sounds, like thunder in spring, resounded wildly in every corner of the space, shattering windows of nearby buildings and shaking our hearing. The pain was unbearable. Soon after, the clouds above began to change; a wisp of golden lightning could be vaguely seen gathering in the sky, seemingly forming some kind of powerful attack, preparing to strike the ground. Seeing this, I was even more horrified by the sheer power of this battle between the strongest of the three—truly earth-shattering.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Master, who is that Sniper King...?"

Carried on Violet's back, Ah Xue, whose injuries were quite severe, silently healed herself for a while before regaining color in her face and asking me about the mysterious man's identity. If I could answer that question, something would be amiss.

"Then... what is this Sniper Island that Mr. Sniper King mentioned? I've never heard of it when we were in the East China Sea."

"Although I don't know either, if you ask him, I believe he'll say... it exists in our hearts."

Whether it's Mother Martial God or Sniper King, this man, sometimes crazy and sometimes mysterious, can't be trusted with a single word he says. If you care too much about his words, you'll only be manipulated by him. I'm just curious why he appeared at this time, and why he's helping us. Perhaps Bai Qi could answer this question, but this helper who should have arrived long ago is late, leaving us in this mess.

Both are injured, but Xue's cultivation is higher than Neon's, yet their recovery speed is about the same. This is somewhat due to the difference in attributes. Dark-type spellcasters don't recover easily after being injured. Otherwise, if it were a light-type monk, a few healing spells would have made him a vigorous hero again.

(What

incredible luck! I can't believe I escaped so easily. Luckily, there were no pursuers...) I felt relieved, but then I suddenly sensed something was off. On the rooftop of a tall building not far ahead, something seemed to be standing there—a gray figure that looked vaguely familiar.

(That back view...it's the Heart Lamp Hermit! What's he doing there?)

Just like during the flood of New Orleans, the Heart Lamp Hermit, dressed in a simple gray robe and wearing a gray hood, appeared on the rooftop, his hands forming a mudra. It seemed he was there to cover us, but when he spoke, I realized things weren't so simple.

"A master of your stature, ambush a junior like this! What kind of behavior is this? Please reveal yourself."

Seemingly unwilling to reveal his identity, the Heart Lamp Hermit's voice wasn't his usual tone, but rather the deliberately lowered voice he used during the Battle of New Orleans. Startled by this, I realized there might be enemies lurking nearby and prepared to launch a surprise attack. I quickly pulled Violet over, controlled the Water-Fire Spider, and searched for cover under a nearby building.

(That was close! I was too careless. If it weren't for Layman Xin Deng protecting us, we would definitely be in an ambush now. But... who are the enemies?)

The answer didn't take long. At the crossroads of our previous escape route, some blurry black figures slowly rose from the ground. Each one held a dagger and wore a black cloth mask—it was the Black Dragon Society's most elite ninja army.

"Damn it, we're really something! The Black Dragon King actually sent his ninja army to intercept us!"

I said bitterly, while also knowing that word of our treasure-stealing tonight had definitely leaked. Not only had Cihang Jingdian sent Xin Jian Shen Ni to guard the treasure, but the Black Dragon Society had also laid an ambush, preparing to double-cross us after we stole the Beacon Fire Universe Ring.

However, I misjudged one thing. I never expected that we would be so influential. Not only did the Black Dragon Society send its ninja forces to intercept us, but even its boss personally came. When that familiar, sinister black shadow descended from the sky, its blood-red eyes sweeping across the land, I felt cold sweat pour down my back to my feet as I was stared at by those blood-red eyes.

(Damn it! The boss himself is out on business! This is a sign of an unsound organization! What's wrong with the Black Dragon Society? They're just chasing a few small fry like us, why did they have to get Kurosawa Kazuo to do it personally? At least... at least they should have released the middle-ranking leader first so we could level up! This is too much!)

I was wailing inwardly, but I was powerless to change the situation. The enemy leader didn't even give me time to appeal before launching a powerful attack. The forceful palm strike ignored everyone else and was aimed directly at me.

"Stop!"

Shouting again at this point was pointless, because no matter who arrived, the Black Dragon King wouldn't stop. Fortunately, the Heart Lamp Hermit acted simultaneously with his shout. Dressed in a grey robe, his movements were surprisingly brilliant. The "Light Transforming Calamity Hand" of the Cihang Jingdian Palace flipped, intercepting the Black Dragon King's splitting palm and dissipating it.

The Black Dragon King had used the Light Transforming Calamity Hand before in the Southern Barbarian lands, but this time, performed by a direct descendant of the Cihang Jingdian Palace, its technique was precise, its style and power on a completely different level. The fierce splitting palm was gently deflected by the Transforming Calamity Hand, transforming into a brilliant light and vanishing without a trace.

"Hey!"

Seemingly anticipating the Heart Lamp Hermit's move, the Black Dragon King's palm strike was merely a feint. After unleashing the strike, his figure vanished, then reappeared to the Heart Lamp Hermit's left, aiming a palm strike at his back. However, the Heart Lamp Hermit seemed to have anticipated this as well, his hands forming a Buddhist mudra, releasing a powerful yet gentle force that blocked the Black Dragon King's attack from a distance, while simultaneously using the force to gracefully retreat.

The first exchange ended in failure, and the second round of battle immediately erupted. At the same time, a large force of ninja troops surrounded us and launched an attack.

Assessing the situation, the answer that came to my mind was actually quite obvious.

"Looks like there's not much of a chance of winning... Heh, I've fought far more battles I couldn't win than battles I could, and I'm still here. Oh well, let's fight!"
◆ Chapter Two: Gray Shadows and Black Shadows

Basically, I prefer to have others fight for me, avoiding situations where I have to personally engage in combat. This avoids risk and conceals my strength. So, if it's really necessary, I'll abandon these three women and run away... If it's really necessary, I will definitely run away alone... This is a promise I've made to myself, a guarantee of absolute survival.

However, the current situation isn't that bad. Although there's risk, it's not high enough for me to prioritize escaping. If the opponent is limited to this group of ninja, I can even end my deliberate concealment and test the strength I've been wanting to know.

To outsiders, we, this small group of trackers, always refer to ourselves as small fry. After all, the world is vast, full of hidden talents, and there are always people stronger than us. No one should boast too much about their abilities. But actually, by general standards, our small group's combat strength is already quite formidable.

Ah Xue and Yu Ni, these two main warriors alone, when fighting at full strength, can easily wipe out a medium-sized knightly order of over a hundred men. Even I, who usually only handles command and planning, often manage to give the enemy a "surprise" when actually in battle.

"Rain of Lustful Insects, fall upon me!"

"Lustful Beasts, tear apart the surrounding enemies, satisfy your destructive desires!"

"Lustful Spirits! Charge out!"

"Lustful spirits flying in the sky, please convey my wishes in the air, open the evil barrier, accelerate the flow of desire. Badas, Vidafie."

After long periods of diligent and secret practice, I can now fully utilize the three most basic summons of lustful magic: lustful insects, lustful beasts, and lustful spirits, summoning them simultaneously and in alternation, handling situations with ease.

Summoning lewd insects into a rain of fury, each drop caused chaos even among the Black Dragon Ninja Army, skilled at controlling their emotions, as they were subjected to grotesque displays of pain by the falling insects. The colossal lewd beasts, charging rampaging, possessed strength exceeding that of saber-toothed tigers and six-legged leopards, almost comparable to cyclops. Their dozen or so tentacles lashed out, tearing anyone caught in their grasp to pieces.

The lewd spirits, shooting like meteors, were another weapon I was proud of. When these spirits entered an enemy's body, only those masters capable of withstanding the self-immolation of Yin Fire possessed at least Level Six strength. Especially after I erected a separate lewd barrier, the amplified effects of the lewd magic within it allowed the released lewd insects, beasts, and spirits to sweep across the entire battlefield, utterly invincible and unstoppable.

The erotic magic, transcending the six major magic systems, dealt a heavy blow to the Black Dragon Ninja Army. Although they possessed some illusions, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and some sharp hidden weapons, I seized the initiative. Having also learned the ninja army's usual tactics in the East Sea, I was able to overwhelm them single-handedly, routing the ninja army and preventing any of them from getting within five feet.

One ninja, stepping over the corpses of his comrades, finally broke through the tentacle defenses of the erotic beast and entered the range of shuriken. I don't know how he did it, but with a flick of his wrist, hundreds of willow-leaf poison darts materialized and shot out, attacking not only me but also the three women and one beast I was protecting.

The tactics were insidious and ruthless. The situation seemed urgent, but I had been standing here for so long; I couldn't have just been standing there as punishment. I had made preparations beforehand. The hundreds of poison darts that were shot at me were all stuck in mid-air. A nearly transparent spider web easily intercepted all the poison darts, not a single one could penetrate.

The ninja seemed not to have expected this move. Seeing that his attack, built up from the sacrifice of his comrades, had been in vain, he cried out in surprise.

"Ah!"

"Ah what? Go to sleep!"

I sneered, and with a light tap of my foot, the Water-Fire Demon Spider, receiving the command, sprayed out spider silk, instantly piercing through the body of the fallen man, exploding into a rain of blood.

These ninjas were affected by the lustful barrier, and their agility was not as good as before. To put it bluntly, regardless of gender, when they were all either painfully hard between their legs or their groins were overflowing with lustful fluids, and their minds were filled with all sorts of lewd thoughts of intercourse, I didn't believe they could still charge into battle oblivious to it.

Even though a few elites managed to put up a fight, I seized the opportunity when they showed a weakness. The Water-Fire Demon Spiders struck first, unleashing their highly venomous steel spider silk, easily piercing their bodies. The silk split, and their mangled flesh was torn to pieces.

However, despite my impressive performance, I wasn't without my worries. If it were just me fighting alone…

…

sigh, there's no such thing as a one-man battle. If I were alone, I would have run away long ago. Why would I be stupid enough to stay and fight?

But, in a purely one-man situation, the Lust Barrier is very useful. However, with so-called allies present, the Lust Barrier becomes a double-edged sword.

While the enemy was affected, the allies were also impacted. With the aphrodisiac effects radiating, Violet was relatively unaffected, but the remaining three beauties were also affected, revealing various embarrassing and heart-pounding situations behind me.

These three women, all from the Cihang Jingdian system, might have been able to remain calm and composed within the Lust Barrier if their Zen cultivation was still intact, but now they were completely unable to.

Ah Xue's constitution is unique; using black magic arouses her desires, which, amplified by the lustful barrier, has left her with flushed cheeks, panting heavily, and sprawled on Violet's back, her body swaying weakly back and forth, her ample breasts rubbing against the animal fur. Although not yet very obvious, two wet patches have appeared on the cloth covering her chest, her clothes soaked with the flowing milk.

Yu Hong is also within the lustful barrier, but having undergone my most thorough training and transformation, her constitution fully adjusted, she is in a different state. Although her face is also red, each breath hot and fiery, her eyes shrouded in a hazy desire, she can transform this burning passion into power. This shameful state of burgeoning lust only makes her stronger, even accelerating the healing of her injuries.

This is the ideal tactic of erotic magic. Enemies within the erotic barrier are all affected, their combat power reduced, while the caster's sex slaves are amplified. Unfortunately, I'm a bit picky about the quality of sex slaves. Since my debut, I've only had one perfect creation, Yu Hong, so I can't fully utilize this ideal battle formation, and Yu Hong has been implicated as well.

"Sister, um..."

Although born of the same mother, Yu Ni's situation is completely different from Yu Hong's. After being brainwashed by me, she has no so-called thought or consciousness. The rationality she shows in daily life is just a forced illusion. Now, with the erotic barrier removing the illusion of rationality, Yu Ni, revealing her true nature, is simply a sex puppet acting purely on primal instincts, immediately seeking out objects to satisfy her desires.

Personally, I'm glad Yu Ni didn't pounce on the Black Dragon Ninja Army, because I can't tolerate my work being so tasteless. But rationally, I'm very sorry Yu Ni didn't choose the Black Dragon Ninja Army, because she tackled Yu Hong, who could have come to help, leaving me not only without assistance but also with increased pressure.

"Ah..."

Yu Hong let out a panicked scream. Right before everyone's eyes, she was tackled to the ground by her sister, the upper part of her martial arts robe pulled open, revealing a pair of small, white breasts that bounced out like rabbits. The pink nipples, like agate, hardened quickly in the cold air. Yu Ni, like a handsome young man, lowered her head and bit her sister's sensitive nipple, savoring it carefully.

Having intercourse in front of people is something Yu Hong should have been very used to by me, and she should derive great pleasure from shyness, stimulating even stronger power. So this scene is nothing to the "little slut."

Helplessly, I rushed to kiss Yu Hong's lips. The person she was intimately close to wasn't me, her trainer, nor any unfamiliar man, but her own sister, the one who could unleash the greatest trauma of her life. Under her sister's ardent gaze, Yu Hong was completely unable to switch personalities and become that wanton, exposed little slut. As a result, amidst her sister's caresses and kisses, she cried out like an innocent girl experiencing her first time.

"Sister, don't do this... ah... here... not here..."

"Mmm... good sister... sister wants it..."

Her whole body tensed, Yu Hong tried to stop her sister's undressing, but Yu Ni, of course, ignored her objections, her hands skillfully caressing every sensitive part of her sister's body.

Yu Hong tried to break free, but Yu Ni pinned her down, seemingly unable to exert any strength. Fine beads of sweat covered her snow-white skin, and her nipples, glistening with saliva, were red and erect. When her sister's lips kissed her, she let out a high-pitched moan as if electrocuted. Yu Ni seemed encouraged by her sister's moans, twisting her slender waist, lowering her head, and sucking hard on her sister's engorged nipples.

Although I hadn't witnessed the erotic scenes firsthand, I could picture them in my mind. After all, I was very familiar with every part of the two women's bodies, and it was easy for me to conjure up their wanton and seductive figures in my mind. The Black Dragon Ninja Army soldiers in front of me stared wide-eyed, some even stopping their attacks, breathing heavily, and struggling to suppress the urge to rub their genitals. From these sights, I knew how much the erotic drama between the two women behind me affected them.

Worse still, the effects of these erotic scenes weren't limited to the ground; they also reached the air, affecting the two who truly held the power to decide the outcome of the battle.

Facing the Black Dragon King, whose strength far surpassed his own, the Heart Lamp Hermit completely abandoned offense, relying solely on hit-and-run tactics and defense.

The Chan martial arts of the Cihang Jingdian Temple were inherently defensive, with a long-lasting impact, giving this fighting style an advantage. Moreover, this was, after all, the territory of the Light God Palace. If the battle dragged on any longer, the high monks of the Cihang Jingdian Temple would arrive, and a large number of righteous people would launch a coordinated attack. Unless the Black Dragon King could unleash another massive flood, he, alone and with his superior martial arts, would perish on the spot if the Heart Sword Goddess and the high monks joined forces to attack.

Perhaps because this tactic worked, despite the Black Dragon King's terrifying evil aura—each strike accompanied by wind and thunder, lightning flashing across the sky—no matter how he attacked, he could not suppress the gray shadow before him, allowing the Compassionate Lamp amidst the raging waves to shine brightly against the dark sky.

Of course, since his appearance, the Black Dragon King had only fought the Heart Lamp Hermit using pure martial arts, without employing his most powerful dark magic. The same thing happened last time in New Orleans; the Black Dragon King fought his enemy solely with martial arts, and when he unleashed his magic, it resulted in the devastating flood that engulfed New Orleans. However, we are not currently at the seaside, so we believe he cannot repeat the same tactic.

The initially evenly matched situation took a turn for the worse due to the lewd scene unfolding above. Yu Ni and Yu Hong, both raised by the Heart Lamp Hermit, were now witnessing their beloved daughters engaging in public incest. Even with his high level of meditation, the Heart Lamp Hermit couldn't remain unaffected, and the scales of victory began to tip.

(Oh no, this is bad! If the Heart Lamp Hermit can't hold on, the Black Dragon King could easily eliminate us with a single blow…)

The situation was dire. I had to look back, trying to separate the two women performing their erotic act to prevent further interference with the two in the sky. But as soon as I turned around, I was captivated by the alluring scene myself, forgetting to speak.

"Ah…"

A sudden moan startled me awake. Unlike the group of perverted ninjas around me, I'd already slept with both sisters; what reason did I have to be so engrossed? As soon as I regained my senses, I was thankful that there were no experts in the enemy camp. Otherwise, if someone had taken advantage of my momentary lapse in concentration to launch a surprise attack, I might already be defeated and dead.

(Wait, the Black Dragon King personally came, so why did he only bring a group of ninja soldiers? The disparity in their numbers is too great. At least one or two mid-level leaders should be present to make an impact.)

If there were one or two Sea General-level warriors here, the situation would be completely different. I wouldn't be able to remain so composed until now. Is it because the Black Dragon Society has no one else? That doesn't make sense either. Even if the Sea Generals need to command the fleet and cannot leave the East China Sea, the ninja forces have been mobilized. At least the leaders of the ninja forces should have accompanied them, right?

(The leaders of the ninja forces... Oh no! This is bad!)

When I thought of the leaders of the ninja forces, a chill suddenly ran through my mind. Thinking of the Black Dragon King's sinister plot, I disregarded the chaos here and shouted.

"Layman, beware of ambushes!"

I shouted this to awaken Layman Xin Deng, but the result was the opposite. Hearing my shout, the gray shadow in mid-air suddenly turned around, as if to confirm what I had said. The Black Dragon King seized the opportunity to strike with a heavy palm, which was blocked by the soft white light surrounding the gray shadow. The unique energy barrier of the "Xin Deng Zen Seal" blocked this thunderous palm.

Even when distracted, he was still able to block a world-shaking attack. The top-level Zen skills of Cihang Jingdian were indeed remarkable. But no matter how powerful the Zen skills were, after directly taking the Black Dragon King's attack, the power was also restrained, and he was unable to defend against the second attack that followed.

I don't know how she did it; perhaps it was truly the pinnacle of ninjutsu. But suddenly, the bright moon in the sky split in two, transforming into a gleaming blade of light that flashed like a rainbow, shooting diagonally towards the gray figure's back. It shattered the barrier of energy created by the Heart Lamp Meditation Seal, followed by a spray of blood.

"Ghost... Ghostly Evening!"

Fang Qingshu, Ryan Buffett, and the Heart Lamp Hermit—Ghostly Evening had never failed in her three assassinations before my eyes. As the white light of the Heart Lamp Meditation Seal vanished in the blood rain, I suddenly felt a sensation in my chest, a premonition-like throbbing.

...If I cannot stop this number one assassin in the world sooner or later, I will pay the price for her...a very, very high price!

That petite figure with exaggerated curves, large breasts, and a childlike waist did not retreat after her successful attack. Her body spun rapidly like a windmill, and along with her rapidly spinning body, naturally, was the sharp blade deeply embedded in the enemy's body.

This action triggered another round of bloodshed, with large amounts of blood and flesh spraying into the air, creating a scene too gruesome to bear. With the Black Dragon King's heavy palm strike in front and the Ghostly Evening's poisoned blade behind, Ghostly Evening's strike should have been enough to kill the Heart Lamp Hermit. But whether I was seeing things or not, at that crucial moment, the Black Dragon King suddenly unleashed a palm strike, aimed directly at Ghostly Evening behind the Heart Lamp Hermit.

"Get lost!"

It wasn't a hallucination. If it weren't for the Black Dragon King's insane palm strike, which sent Ghostly Evening flying dozens of feet away, her petite figure disappearing from our sight like a kite with a broken string, the Heart Lamp Hermit would surely have died from that blow.

This sudden change was truly inexplicable. I couldn't fathom what had gotten into Kurosawa Kazuo. He wasn't the kind of martial arts fanatic who enjoyed battle; would he be angry because he couldn't fight and kill alone?

Moreover, although the shout of "Get out!" was thunderous, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his voice, as if Kurosawa Kazuo was unaware that the Ghostly Evening would intervene to help him, hence his furious reaction.

(How could this be? What secrets are hidden behind these illogical questions? Damn it, I can't figure it out.) Unable

to figure it out, and with no time to dwell on it, the heavily injured Heart Lamp Hermit launched a final, desperate attack, clashing with the Black Dragon King. After a brief entanglement of white light and black energy, the outcome was swiftly decided. Heart Lamp Hermit's blood splattered across the sky, plummeting westward, crashing through the roof of a tall building, and then vanished without a trace, his fate unknown.

The Black Dragon King seemed to have no intention of pursuing and killing him. After severely injuring Heart Lamp Hermit, his single, blood-red eye turned towards us, and an indescribable, heavy pressure fell upon me alone.

(This...this is it, I'm doomed. Am I supposed to fight the Black Dragon King alone? But even if I wanted to escape, how could I possibly get away in this situation? Damn it!)

The Black Dragon King seemed to have given some kind of order. I couldn't hear it, but all the ninja soldiers heard it, because after receiving the order, they all stopped attacking me and focused their attention on Yu Ni and Yu Hong. They rushed forward recklessly, seemingly wanting to capture the Ni Hong sisters.

After fighting fiercely for so long, taking advantage of the situation, I seemed to have some strength left, but I was already at my limit. Facing these ninjas' reckless attacks, the pressure on me increased greatly, and I knew that I could only hold out for a short time.

(Damn it, this is supposed to be the Golden Flower Federation! After fighting for so long, where are the guards? Has no one come out to check? And where are the people from the Cihang Jingdian? Did they all run into their rat holes in fear when they saw the Black Dragon King?)

Furious, I noticed the Black Dragon King had shifted his attention back to me, seemingly hesitant about whether to attack. If the answer was yes, a mere flick of his little finger would be enough to kill me.

In this situation, what could I do besides gripping the Demon-Slaying Spear tightly in my arms?

(By the way, the Heart Sword Nun, if she could come over, the Black Dragon King wouldn't be a problem here. The Heart Sword Nun is enough to hold her own against the Black Dragon King!)

Thinking of this top expert of the Cihang Jingdian, a glimmer of hope rose in my heart. But when I glanced at the sky, the sky there was still dazzlingly golden, with strange radiance illuminating most of the sky. Obviously, the two powerful figures were locked in a fierce battle, and the outcome was uncertain for the time being. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the experts of the Cihang Jingdian were all attracted over there, which is why we haven't seen a single person come over here for so long.

(Very likely, after all, with Xin Chan as an inside man, he would definitely deliberately transfer all the experts there so that the Black Dragon Society could take the opportunity to attack us... Strange, what is the Black Dragon King hesitating about? Does he need to consider killing me for so long? What reason could he have for being so wary?)

Strange things kept happening, and I began to notice the unusual aspects. However, the answer was no longer important, because when that eerie blood-red gaze enveloped me again, I was certain that whatever concerns the Black Dragon King had previously held back from attacking me, he had now cast aside those concerns and was determined to tear me to pieces.

Indeed, to tear me to pieces, because this time in that blood-red gaze, I saw not only determination but also extreme hatred. Strangely, this hateful look felt familiar to me.

Throughout his life, he committed countless evils, and countless people hated him. Yet, each enemy's eyes held different hatred and different reasons; very few pairs of hateful eyes would be the same. But at this moment, the Black Dragon King's blood-red gaze overlapped in my mind with the Black Witch's eyes from that day. The deep-seated hatred these two harbored for me was so similar.

Whoosh!

Without a word, the Black Dragon King finally attacked, unleashing a powerful lightning bolt that sliced through the air, aimed directly at my head.

In my haste, I ordered the Water-Fire Demon Spider to defend, knowing it could likely withstand the attack. However, the Black Dragon King's follow-up strike would surely destroy the Water-

Fire Demon Spider in one blow, leaving me with no way to avoid it—a near-death experience. Fortunately, before the powerful lightning bolt struck the Water-Fire Demon Spider, a small, short figure flashed by at high speed, using some unknown technique to neutralize the astonishingly powerful lightning bolt.

"What on earth is going on here? Having too much fun stealing treasure, are you throwing a orgy party? How pleasing to the eye!"

The cold tone, full of mockery and sarcasm, would normally be incredibly grating, but now it sounded more melodious than celestial music.

"Oh, oh, oh, Brother Qi, you're finally here!"

"Don't rush up and kiss me the moment we meet, and don't call me 'Big Brother' without reason."

Although I was kicked away like a dead dog, my excitement was indescribable. The strongest and most powerful savior had finally arrived. Even though he was just an unremarkable little dwarf, he was definitely capable of fighting the five strongest warriors. If the Black Dragon King was fooled by his appearance, he might even suffer a great loss.

"I've been calling you for so long, why are you only coming now? I almost died."

"Do you think this is like calling a prostitute, where she comes whenever you call? You gave me vague directions, and you kept running around. I had to go through all sorts of trouble to find you here. You're lucky you're still alive."

"Uh... by the way, are you alright?"

I whispered the last question because I was thinking about Bai Qi's hidden illness. If it was still acting up, then forget about saving us; he himself could become a terminal patient at any moment, making it impossible for him to fight the Black Dragon King.

"...To be honest, I'm not feeling well today. I coughed a lot before I left home, and now my hands and feet are a bit sore, and my head is quite dizzy."

The thing I feared most happened. I was most afraid that Bai Qi was physically ill, but I didn't expect that he was also seriously ill in the brain. He actually said these things that should have been kept secret, so loudly that not only all the ninja soldiers nearby heard them, but I believe the Black Dragon King also heard them clearly.

"But... is there a problem with this?"

"How could there not be a problem? You..."

"Whether I'm in good health or not, and whether I'm a threat or not, are two different things."

Bai Qi glanced at me sideways and said calmly, "Even if I were dying today, even if I only had one breath left, I could still kill you... and everyone here, before I die.

If you don't believe me, I don't mind doing an experiment right now."

His extremely arrogant tone would have been laughable to anyone else, but coming from this seemingly gentle young man, his arrogant words seemed to be imbued with a magical power. No one dared to doubt whether his words would come true, and even a cold sweat broke out on their backs.

The ninja troops who had surrounded us and were about to attack stopped after Bai Qi said this, looking at each other in dismay. No one dared to attack, clearly feeling the strange pressure as well.

"Hmm, it's almost dawn. Let's finish this up first."

Facing the Black Dragon King in the sky, Bai Qi took a step forward, pointed at me with his thumb, and said, "This guy seems to be planning to wait until we start fighting, then slip away, maybe even with a girl... And you, you're probably just curious about this shorty and planning to test my strength, right?"

Although it was a question, it was asked with absolute certainty. The Black Dragon King in the sky didn't say anything, but I think Bai Qi was right. At least, he was right about everything I was thinking.

"Look at the wild geese of Suiyang, each with its own plans... I don't care what your plans are. Those who want to run can start preparing to run, and those who want to fight can prepare to fight. There's only one thing I need to say first."

Looking up at the sky, Bai Qi said coldly, "I don't know how to hold back, and I don't like playing house in battle. If you want to fight me, one of us will definitely fall today... Do you understand? Kurosawa Kazuo, I'm asking if you're prepared to die here tonight!

" Chapter Three: Sisters Flying Together

"The five strongest beings in the world each possess their own unique strengths. The Heart Sword Nun's sword, the Beast Venerable's fist, and the Black Dragon King's heaven-reaching magic are all nearly invincible in their respective fields. But if we're talking about who's truly number one in the world, I believe it's still our Lord Aqi's unparalleled verbal skills."

I patted Bai Qi's shoulder and said, "Even the mighty Black Dragon King was scared away by your few words. Your verbal skills are truly unmatched. If

you continue to hone them like this, perhaps one day you'll open your mouth and an enemy's head will fly a thousand miles away." "A thousand miles? Ten thousand miles is no problem. If you want to try, I can try to use my verbal skills to send you flying. Do you believe me?"

"Wh-what? The mighty Lord Aqi, you're going to use your mouth to send me flying? You can actually say such a tragic thing? I'm truly grateful to tears, I'm so moved I'm almost crying."

"...You shameless bastard!"

It was a simple joke, but it carried an unusual significance. Regardless, surviving the Black Dragon King's personal attack was something to be thankful for, and the major contributor to this was naturally the seemingly impatient, cold-faced youth beside me.

At that moment, Bai Qi's intimidating words startled me. Although I knew he was strong, and that he possessed power no less than the five strongest warriors, such a powerful and direct provocation against the Black Dragon King, who was brimming with evil might and possibly the strongest in the world, was completely unexpected.

"You...you're really bold, daring to directly challenge the Black Dragon King...Do you even know who he is? The Black Dragon King!"

That was my only thought and reaction at the time. I believed that even if one of the five strongest warriors were present, they wouldn't make such a direct provocation.

It wasn't that they were afraid or cowardly, but rather that experts of this level of strength were usually not solitary figures; they all had their own forces or groups behind them. Since they were groups, there were countless intricate conflicts of interest among them. When two of the strongest experts clashed, the forces they represented couldn't remain uninvolved. As a result, a simple battle could affect the entire Loess Plateau, with far-reaching consequences. Therefore, even if the five strongest experts met and a conflict arose, it was almost impossible for them to engage in such a life-or-death ultimate duel.

However, Bai Qi seemed to have no such concerns. He disregarded life and death, and ignored Ishtar's position. In his simple words, he conveyed his will and directly drew a clear line for the Black Dragon King.

"I hope we can stop here tonight, but if you want to fight, I will oblige. And once I make my move, it will be a fight to the death. This battle will not end unless one of us falls. You may lose, you may die, and even if you live and I die, I will make you pay a price that will be etched into your bones!"

When Bai Qi spoke, he did not exude any murderous aura, but his absolute calmness and composure left no doubt that he would do what he said. He was not some hot-blooded brat spouting nonsense.

Perhaps it was this seriousness that made Kurosawa Kazuo wary, and he led his men away without making a move, avoiding a fight with Bai Qi.

I don't think Kurosawa Kazuo was afraid of Bai Qi. In terms of strength, the Black Dragon King had several decades more cultivation and was probably stronger than Bai Qi. But compared to the young man, Kurosawa Kazuo had too many concerns. First of all, this is Cihang Jingdian's territory, and it's impossible for a Black Dragon Society leader like him to wander around freely. If he were only dealing with small fry like us, it wouldn't be a big problem; we could easily slip away. But fighting an opponent like Bai Qi is a different story.

If we can't just leave, someone will take advantage of the situation!

In my brief confrontation with the Heart Sword Nun, I discovered that this ruthless nun is merciless and doesn't hold back. She doesn't seem to be a traditional, righteous person who values martial arts and one-on-one combat. If she were here, she might even shout, "There's no need to follow the rules of the martial world

when dealing with scum like you. Let's all attack together!" and openly gang up on him. Bai Qi is definitely not the kind of martial arts fanatic who likes to fight alone; he would be more than willing to team up. In that case, two against one would likely be a one-sided affair. If we add the crazy but absolutely powerful Mother Martial God, the Black Dragon King wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to. The Demon King of the East Sea would meet his end tonight.

Even if no one else intervened, and it was simply a battle between the Black Dragon King and Bai Qi, with the Black Dragon King emerging victorious, it wouldn't necessarily be a worthwhile trade-off. After defeating Bai Qi, Kurosawa Kazuo would inevitably be injured, which would not only disrupt his plans here but also attract the attention of his powerful enemies. Even some of his potentially disloyal subordinates might seize the opportunity to rebel.

Yueying had speculated that the Black Witch Goddess and the Black Dragon King had a conflict of interest. If the Black Dragon King lost his absolute power to control the situation, this powerful sorcerer might make a move, and Li Huamei, who was sworn enemies with the Black Dragon King, wouldn't stand idly by and would definitely seize the opportunity to strike.

With so many concerns, it's no wonder the Black Dragon King chose to abandon the battle and leave, unwilling to remain tied down and fight us. In fact, shortly after the Black Dragon King left, a large number of monks from the Cihang Jingdian Temple arrived. Among them were several highly respected monks and Fang Qingshu, considered the next successor. Fortunately, we didn't stay behind; otherwise, aside from anything else, we would certainly have been accused of attempting to steal valuable treasures. After all, we were wanted criminals, so not only did the Black Dragon King have to leave, but we also had to make our escape.

Bai Qi didn't mingle with us. After the trouble here temporarily subsided, he looked impatient and said he had to leave first. I briefly agreed on how to contact him and promised to study the memories in my mind when we had time, then we parted ways for the time being.

This kid is actually a very interesting person. When I asked him for help, I wasn't sure if he would actually come, but he did. When we parted, his steps seemed steady, but I felt it was somewhat deliberate. Perhaps his hidden ailment had started to flare up again. Taking that blow from the Black Dragon King must still have some effect on his already injured and ailing body.

I really wanted to stop him and ask him something, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. He didn't give me a chance to ask either, disappearing in a flash, as if he didn't want me to express my sympathy for him.

This person... it's hard not to care about him, but it's so difficult to actually care for him.

Being his family would probably be very difficult, wouldn't it?

Hey, I'm inexplicably concerned about this kind of thing. Thinking about it, I'm pretty strange. I shouldn't be worrying about men, after all. Instead of worrying about such irrelevant things, I should deal with the matters at hand first.

My biggest worry right now is Xin Deng Jushi. He fought the Black Dragon King and was then ambushed by Gui Meixi, suffering heavy blows from both sides. His injuries are more than just severe; he could easily have died on the spot. And given his close relationship with Neon, if Neon finds out he's dead, I don't know how much time I'll have to spend comforting her.

However, the most unexpected thing was that when I dragged him back to our lodgings, I saw Mao Yan'an and Xin Deng Jushi sitting in the hall. Seeing us return, Xin Deng Jushi stood up first and asked why we were so late.

"I...I saw a ghost! Layman, you...you turned into a ghost so quickly?"

Explaining seemed too difficult. Layman Xindeng extended his left finger, slicing the skin of his right palm, but immediately a soft white light shone forth. Wherever the white light touched, all injuries were completely healed, leaving not a trace.

"This...this is..."

"This is our sect's ultimate technique, the Xindeng Meditation Seal, which has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bone. My master only passed it on to me. If it weren't for this divine skill, I wouldn't be alive to speak with you now."

"Ah? This works too? Layman, are you even human?"

Putting aside the level of shock, since the person who should be dead is still alive and kicking, there's no need to care too much. It's better to deal with the three girls beside me first. This is also the reason why Bai Qi wanted to leave first. After all, other things can be done with help, but this kind of thing must be done personally.

Using the excuse that I had something important to discuss with Ah Xue and Neon, I had Mao Yan'an lead the Heart Lamp Hermit ahead while I took Ah Xue and Neon back to the residence in the back to prepare for their exclusive treatment.

Of the three women, Ah Xue was in better condition. By the time we returned to the residence, she had regained her senses and was able to think and act independently. Although she was also burning with passion, constantly rubbing her two smooth thighs covered in her own juices, her fox tail wagging wildly behind her, desperately hoping for my affection, she still bit her lower lip tightly, asking me to ignore her for now and focus my attention on Neon.

"Master, Ah Xue... can take care of herself, um, you go and deal with Neon and the others first, don't worry about me."

"Hmm."

If we were simply comparing my level of care, Neon combined wouldn't even be as much as Ah Xue, but this time the situation was different. I had a long-cherished idea for Yu Ni and Yu Hong, and this time I finally had the opportunity to put it into practice. How could I let the beautiful flesh that was already in my mouth fly away again?

That's why, even though I felt immense regret, I could only reluctantly abandon my beautiful little fox girl, watching her wag her snow-white tail, her plump, round breasts overflowing with milk, as she bid me farewell with a soft moan.

Back in the room, Yu Hong and Yu Ni lay sprawled on the bed and chaise lounge, respectively. The younger sister was in slightly better shape; her burning eyes occasionally regained some rationality, but it was quickly overwhelmed by lust again. As for the older sister… she was completely devoid of reason, having transformed into a wild, lustful female beast. If it weren't for the addictive nature of the Crystal Jade, which allowed me to still command Yu Ni, she would have already pounced on me, frantically craving male flesh.

The influence of the lustful barrier alone shouldn't have been this intense. The situation with the Ni sisters was clearly out of control; there must be some issues I couldn't yet figure out, perhaps not just physical, but also involving some psychological problems.

I will definitely investigate these issues thoroughly, but right now… solving the problem is more important than investigating it.

◇ ◇ ◇

"O spirit of lust dancing in the sky, convey my wishes through the air, open the barrier of evil, and accelerate the flow of desire. Badas, Vidafie."

After locking the door, the first thing I did was cast a lust barrier, enveloping the entire room in a light pink mist. Only then did I walk to the bedside to check on Yu Hong's condition.

"How are you? Do you still recognize me?"

Words were superfluous to Yu Hong, who had completely lost her senses. My concern was solely for her, and she nodded, responding with difficulty but still relatively lucid.

"You're burning with yin fire, practically possessed. If I don't deal with you quickly, you know what the consequences will be. Time is of the essence, just cooperate and don't say anything more."

Normally, I never need to ask Yu Hong's consent before I do what I want with her. Even if she doesn't cooperate, I force myself on her. The fact that I'm specifically raising this issue now is obviously for a reason, and Yu Hong has noticed this.

"No... don't do this..."

"Oh? Why? Don't you want it?"

"No, I... I want it, but I don't want to do it in front of my sister..."

This is the biggest mental obstacle. Even though she can enjoy the immoral pleasure of being exposed in front of others, and her pure wings have been tainted and defiled, her sister's existence is still the key that connects Yu Hong to the past and to normalcy. She would never want to have sex with a man in front of her sister. Even if I forcefully order her, she will resist with all her might. So I have been waiting, waiting for an opportunity like today with a righteous cause, to properly carry out my lewd plan to devour these twin sisters in one bite.

At this moment, Yu Hong's eyes were full of pleading, hoping that I would grant her humble request no matter what. But that was precisely what I couldn't agree to. Besides, her damned treasure-stealing plan had left us in such a sorry state today, almost costing us our lives. She had to pay some price.

"Alright, I should respect you for once and not mess with you in front of your sister."

This promise seemed to relieve Yu Hong, but she clearly didn't realize the hidden meaning in it. I released Yu Hong's weak hand, left the bedside, and with just a half-whistle, Yu Ni, who had been waiting nearby, pounced on me.

"Ugh...you went too far! There's a limit to how much you can crave a man. Don't be so rough."

"Hehe."

Finally touching the male's body, Yu Ni's eyes, though still cloudy, were no longer as ferocious as before. She looked more like a beautiful girl than a beautiful beast. Her long golden hair cascaded down, a faint blush rose on her delicate face, and her lips were alluringly half-open, emitting soft moans.

"Yu Ni, you're so beautiful."

I said softly as I unbuttoned Yu Ni's silk shirt. While this was partly an act for Yu Hong, more than half of it was genuine. For some reason, I truly found Yu Ni to be incredibly beautiful.

Responding to the man's actions, Yu Ni enthusiastically helped me undress, almost pulling and ripping open all the buttons on my shirt, tearing it open. Next, my belt was destroyed. When the buttons were ripped open, my pants fell down, and a hot, hard penis sprang out, hitting Yu Ni's half-naked body.

This scene, seen by Yu Hong, was both a picture she desperately wanted to escape and a provocative act that added fuel to the fire. Tormented, she forced herself to utter a sound of reproach.

"You...you just promised me..."

"Miss, don't talk nonsense. I promised you I wouldn't do it in front of your sister. Did I do it to you now? If you don't want to do it yourself, don't stop others from doing it."

"That's right, if you don't want to do it yourself, don't stop others from doing it, hehe."

Amidst Yu Ni's gentle laughter, Yu Hong slumped on the bed, unable to answer anything. If she had enough strength, she would definitely run away without hesitation, but the lustful barrier I released as soon as I entered the room blocked that possibility. Under the aphrodisiac effect of internal and external attacks, Yu Hong's rationality was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, any small movement could make her lose control of herself and become a lustful female beast driven purely by desire. Therefore, for the time being, she could only slump on the bed and watch the good show that I deliberately put on.

"Ani, your sister doesn't want it, do you want it?"

"Yes, Yu Ni is dying to have it."

"Oh, what does Ani want?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it smells like John, I want everything."

Her seductive voice, sweet as orchids, would be hard to resist even for the hardest heart. But if Yu Hong knew that the word "John" in her sister's mouth actually meant "master," she would probably have a big reaction.

I raised my erect penis and, at a deliberately clear angle facing Yu Hong, offered it to her sister's red lips; Yu Ni seemed to see a beloved treasure, and took it in her hand, gently licking the glans with her tongue before taking the entire glans into her mouth.

"Ah!"

Yu Hong exclaimed, slumped on the bed. Although she and her sister had been in a close, same-sex relationship, the sight of her sister, always so valiant in her battles against all sorts of criminals, now so wantonly and joyfully performing oral sex on a man was something she had never imagined. Shocked, her carefully constructed defenses began to crumble. As

I enjoyed Yu Ni's oral sex, my hands were not idle either. In a few quick movements, I pulled open Yu Ni's clothes, completely exposing her slender, bony upper body. Her smooth, soft, cute breasts, her fair, flat stomach, and her tiny waist seemed to embody the beauty of the female form.

Looking down at Yu Ni, I fondled her smooth, adorable breasts, kneading and squeezing her delicate peaks, reveling in the smooth, youthful skin. Yu Ni, kneeling on the floor, meticulously licked my penis from the glans to the scrotum, making lewd "sizzling" sounds.

"Mmm..."

Noticing Yu Ni's reaction, I let out a satisfied groan, pulling my penis from her mouth and pressing it against her beautiful face. Yu Ni's tongue actively followed, sliding along the base of my penis, across my full scrotum, sucking and teasing as we always practiced.

The stimulation was intense, but the best part was that Yu Ni was very perceptive, making loud sucking noises and drooling while glancing at her sister with a provocative look, using their sisterly understanding to make a silent invitation.

(Hmm, that's strange. She should only be reacting instinctively now, so why can she still make these delicate movements? Could it be... that's also one of her instincts? Hmm, it's not impossible. The fact that she didn't pounce on the strange man but instead pounced on her sister proves that in her instinctive hierarchy, the desire to have sex with her sister is far greater than that of an ordinary man.)

Far greater than an ordinary man? What about me? That answer is probably terrible. In Yu Ni's chaotic value system, I'm probably not seen as a man, but merely a tool and container for Ying Jingyu.

(Forget it, thinking about these things is pointless. Being a tool or a container doesn't matter, as long as I can get her.)

Putting aside these pointless thoughts, I looked at Yu Hong again and found her staring in my direction. Although she was still biting her lower lip tightly, her right hand was unconsciously pressing on her inner thigh, as if seeking comfort. But after noticing my gaze, she quickly withdrew her hand as if burned.

"Hahaha."

Knowing that Yu Hong was at her limit, I continued my performance, focusing my attention on Yu Ni. My hands, which had been kneading her delicate body,

tore at her clothes with a series of soft "sizzle" and "rip" sounds. Yu Ni's silk pants were now completely stripped off, revealing her round, firm buttocks and long, smooth thighs.

At the junction of her legs, a slender cleft, adorned with soft, golden pubic hair, was faintly visible. Every part of her was beautiful, every part was mesmerizing. Even though I had embraced this body many times, I still couldn't feel any weariness.

Under the influence of the lustful aura, Yu Ni's eyes became even more blurred, her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened, and her vulva was soaked. When my hot penis pressed against the opening of her vulva, her beautiful legs trembled repeatedly, her snow-white buttocks swayed involuntarily, and her waist twisted like a snake, begging me to penetrate her as soon as possible.

The girl's fair skin glowed faintly; her anxious, thirsty face was filled with eyes burning with desire, and between her trembling, flexing, snow-white legs, a steady stream of nectar flowed. At this moment, Yu Ni exuded a decadent charm, making one want to ravage her mercilessly. Yu Hong, lying

on the bed, looked at Yu Ni lying flat beneath me, my penis already firmly pressed against her vulva, needing only the final push. Yu Hong's eyes clearly showed confusion and hesitation; from that hazy expression, I was certain that Yu Hong's legs were even wetter than her sister's, even her delicate clitoris was swollen from the friction of her fingers.

The act was almost complete, enough to satisfy Yu Ni, but for the overall effect, I added an extra step: asking her a question.

"Ani, there's something you really want, but it didn't belong to you, or rather, it shouldn't have been given to you first, it should have been given to your sister first, but now it's been given to you first, shouldn't you say thank you?"

Yu Ni was tormented by lust, thirsting for the satisfaction of Ying Jingyu. At this moment, no matter what I said, she would only have one answer.

"Yes... I should say thank you..."

Trembling all over, even drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her sister's crazy shameful state must have had a considerable influence on Yu Hong. She struggled to get up, as if she wanted to say something to me.

"Oh, Ani, who are you going to thank?"

Yu Ni didn't answer immediately, but lay on the ground, eagerly twisting her waist and swaying her hips, raising her legs, shifting her position to cooperate with my penetration, until she realized that I deliberately dodged each time, and there would be no actual action before she could speak, then Yu Ni spoke incoherently.

"...Thank you...thank you, little sister..."

"Oh, what did you say? Your voice is too soft, I can't hear you. Speak louder."

"Enough! Don't do this to your sister anymore!"

Yu Hong on the bed shouted with all her might, trying to stop me from defiled her own sister, but I ignored her scream and continued to yell.

"Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

"Sister!"

"...Th...thank you...thank you, little sister! Ah~~"

Amidst Yu Hong's desperate screams, her older sister Yu Ni let out a deep, resonant moan.

After a loud cry of gratitude, Yu Ni's long-awaited penis finally entered her honey-sucking, moist flower valley. She practically raised her long, slender, white thighs, wrapping them tightly around my back, welcoming each thrust that grew more forceful than the last. Her tight flower valley gripped my penis, thrusting in and out, copious amounts of her juices flowing out with each stroke.

"Ahhhhhh, so good, almost... almost to heaven... ah... thank you... thank you, sister..."

It wasn't my request, but Yu Ni seemed to have been trained to react instinctively, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, twisting her firm, snowy buttocks, loudly thanking her sister. Each word of thanks, each cry, not only echoed in my ears but also struck Yu Hong's heart.

If even her sister, who hates men the most, can be so wanton and enjoy the pleasure of intercourse so much, then what does Yu Hong have to be reserved about? What is there for her to hold back? After all, in the end, Yu Hong is like an ant on a hot pan, desperately needing male comfort and affection.

"Still can't figure it out? It doesn't matter. I don't have time to deal with you right now. Just stand here and think it over. Come over when you understand. I've saved a spot for you here. Remember, I promised you I wouldn't do it in front of your sister tonight."

Amid my laughter, Yu Ni's pink legs began to move wildly, raising her firm, round, fragrant buttocks to meet the thrusts of my penis. The girl's moans of pleasure constantly stimulated my excitement and ecstasy. I simply hoisted her beautiful, slender thighs onto my shoulders, so that every thrust could penetrate to the deepest part of her body, and streams of honey-like fluid gushed out rapidly from the point of our union.

"Ah...ah...Hong'er, where are you? Why aren't you coming over? I'm all alone...I can't take it anymore, ahhh..."

Passion burned fiercely, Yu Ni's juices flowed again and again, and amidst the seductive moans, her spring passion rippled between her brows, her alluring charm igniting my heart. I couldn't help but hold this pretty body tightly, thrusting my hips, sending the beautiful girl beneath me to the peak of ecstasy.

"Ah...no...I really can't take it anymore...ahhhh...my body feels so light...oh..."

The girl twisted her firm, fragrant buttocks in pleasure, letting out a series of soft moans and gasps; my penis felt even hotter after a round of thrusting, and Yu Ni's moans grew louder and louder, her snowy buttocks swaying violently from side to side. At first glance, it seemed as if she was trying to escape the violent thrusting of my penis, but the more she twisted her buttocks, the stronger the impact of our bodies together became, making our bodies even more tightly joined.

Again and again, until I reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, I could no longer control my urge to ejaculate. My white, life-giving seeds, like erupting volcanic lava, surged from the base of my penis, shooting deep into the girl's warm body.

Time passed rather quickly. I had intended to prolong the experience, but Yu Ni's physical allure exceeded my expectations, causing me to end our intercourse sooner than planned. In fact, it was better to end it sooner, because if Yu Ni didn't find relief, without the crystalline jade to alleviate her various forbidden symptoms, her body would quickly be harmed.

However, this ending was marred by a small incident. As I withdrew from Yu Ni's body, preparing to rest briefly and let her perform her usual cleaning routine, a small, warm, white hand reached out from the side and cupped my limp penis.

Those seemingly delicate hands possessed the destructive power to shatter rocks and split monuments. A man's most vulnerable manhood was held upon them; a slight exertion would have pulverized it. Logically, I should have been terrified, but thankfully, that unpleasant situation didn't occur.

A warm breath, blowing on the filthy mushroom, gave the temporarily dying shaft new stimulation. And the greater stimulation came from the soft murmur that followed the breath.

"...Ah Hong...Ah Hong wants it too!"

◆ Chapter Four: The Mischievous Master

"When I said I'd give it to you earlier, you didn't want it. Now you're asking for it again. Do you think I'm a general store? If you can just give me whatever you want, where's my dignity?"

Taking advantage of the situation to extort money certainly felt like a petty smugness, but then again, being able to revel in my triumph while I'm still smug—that's what enjoying life is all about.

Yu Ni's burning desire had subsided, and the virtual personality I had created for her was slowly recovering, making it less likely for Yu Hong to spot my deception. With no more reservations, I leisurely teased Yu Hong.

Getting something that had gone limp after release back up quickly wasn't difficult, but I shifted the responsibility of solving this problem to Yu Hong herself.

Yu Hong was no stranger to oral sex, but she hesitated slightly before performing it in this situation. At this moment, Yu Ni, having regained her senses, took the initiative, leading her sister to kneel between my legs. She then eagerly demonstrated, sticking out her small tongue and licking the filth from my penis with relish.

"Sister... Sister..."

Yu Hong seemed very uncomfortable, but under the torment of her own lust, she finally knelt down, like a docile puppy, sticking out her tongue, and began licking my penis from the other side.

"Mmm."

Two warm, fragrant tongues swirled around my penis, stimulating it. I groaned, sat up, gently stroked my two sisters' disheveled blonde hair, embraced their heads, and kissed their hair.

Yu Ni and Yu Hong twisted their snowy necks, their two indistinguishable beautiful faces rubbing passionately against my lower abdomen, their tongues lightly teasing my swollen penis.

Dew and saliva mingled and glistened on my penis. My body, having released its pent-up energy, quickly recovered and instinctively sought its prey. The sight of the twin sisters performing oral sex together was visually stunning. A surge of heat rose in my heart. I pulled Yu Hong's upper body up to kiss her, my right hand sliding down her back to her waist, then slipping inside the slit of her martial arts robe to caress her round, firm buttocks.

"Mmm..." Yu Hong hugged my neck, her body slightly twisted, her head tilted upwards, her eyes half-closed, intensely aroused, and she eagerly thrust her tongue into my mouth, stirring it around.

On the other side, Yu Ni gently pressed her penis against my lower abdomen, burying her beautiful face between my legs, her full, small lips enveloping my testicles.

In an instant, I felt my testicles spinning in Yu Ni's mouth, as if an invisible thread extended to my lower abdomen, pulling and stretching, creating a slightly painful pleasure. Stimulated by my sister, I squeezed Yu Hong's snow-white buttocks hard while also slapping Yu Ni's bare, shapely buttocks, giving them several forceful slaps.

Yu Hong ended her passionate kiss with me, knelt down again, and automatically took my penis into her mouth, beginning to suck on my penis opposite my sister.

Twins, their hearts in perfect harmony, the sisters worked together flawlessly. The elder sister sucked on the glans, while the younger sister licked the testicles; the younger sister licked the shaft, while the elder sister's tongue wrapped around the scrotum. In and out, up and down, their two beautiful little mouths never left my penis for a second.

My crotch was enjoying a rare and wonderful sensation, and my hands were also savoring the same bliss, playing with two snow-white buttocks that felt and were exactly the same. My eyes were fixed on two exquisitely beautiful faces with lustful expressions and seductive eyes, and my ears were filled with a continuous duet of soft moans. Under such intense stimulation, it was truly difficult to resist.

Both sisters were very familiar with my body. From some subtle movements, they knew that I was about to ejaculate again. The sisters reacted very differently. Yu Hong, who was not yet satisfied, was eager for me to fill her desire as soon as possible; but Yu Ni, who had already smelled the scent of Ying Jingyu, completely disregarded her sister's long-suffering body and mind, knelt between my legs, frantically stroked my penis, and stared at me with expectant eyes.

"John, give it to me, give it to me quickly..."

I was somewhat deliberately teasing Yu Hong. Knowing that Yu Hong was still waiting, I deliberately relaxed myself, and a strong, thick stream of semen shot out, landing first on Yu Ni's face.

"Ah!"

Yu Ni cried out joyfully. On the contrary, Yu Hong's expression instantly turned to tears, as if she was being teased and about to cry. But her sister suddenly turned her head and unexpectedly kissed her sister's fragrant lips, pushing what she was holding into Yu Hong's mouth.

"Ugh."

The sudden blow made Yu Hong cough incessantly, but Yu Ni did not stop waiting for her. She went back to lick the clear jade into her mouth. Yu Hong looked at her sister's actions, initially showing disbelief, but then seemed to understand, and rushed to join in, sharing the white, cloudy semen with her sister.

"So much..."

The two sisters eagerly buried their faces in my crotch, licking the thick, white fluid, then licking the semen off each other's faces, and even using their mouths to clean me. Perhaps it was this tenderness and stimulation that made my penis, which had only recently gone limp, quickly regain its hardness. Yu Ni and Yu Hong's eyes both revealed a look of joy.

And then...

and then...

cough cough!

◇ ◇ ◇

Looking back, it was an incredibly tiring day. I wasn't beaten to death by the Black Dragon King, but I was exhausted by these girls.

Neon's youthful body was indeed very alluring. The two sisters moaned and groaned, their two indistinguishable, bony bodies intertwined, reaching the peak of ecstasy again and again under the man's onslaught. Each time a wave of pleasure washed over them, the sisters would embrace tightly, kneading their snow-white breasts and kissing each other's red lips, letting their overflowing moans of ecstasy disappear into each other's throats.

After a passionate night of lovemaking, all three of us were exhausted and collapsed onto the thick red carpet.

Looking at Yu Ni and Yu Hong's contented, sweet sleeping faces, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. It felt like something I had long envisioned had finally come to fruition, and I knew this wouldn't be a one-time thing; there would be a second, a third, and many, many more times…

If I could, I would collapse into bed and give my weary body and mind a rest. Unfortunately, I didn't have that luxury, because Ah Xue was left outside the door, a worry I couldn't shake. I had spent too much time on Ni Hong; I didn't know how Ah Xue was doing alone. If she ended up with Mao Yan'an or Xin Deng Jushi, it would be a lifelong regret.

But as I stepped out of the room, Ah Xue, already dressed in clean new clothes, immediately rubbed her sleepy eyes and rushed to greet me, offering me a steaming cup of ginseng tea to replenish my energy.

"Ah Xue, are you... alright?"

I gazed into Ah Xue's eyes and found that although they were filled with shyness, they were clear and bright, without a trace of murky lust. Obviously, she had fully woken up and recovered from that almost frenzied state of arousal.

"How did you handle it while I was gone? Did you... benefit anyone?"

At this question, Ah Xue suddenly blushed with embarrassment. Before I could ask any more questions, she pushed me away with great force, smashed through the wooden door and knocked down the earthen wall without looking back, and ran away in a flash.

"Master! You're so annoying!"

"Hey, you harlot, don't run! Give me the name of your lover!"

I chased after her, but my legs were sore and weak that I couldn't keep up with Ah Xue's swift steps. I had just stopped to catch my breath when I saw Violet holding her tail high, deliberately walking past me as if she were very proud. Although she was just a female leopard, I had a strange feeling, as if she was showing off to me triumphantly.

(Uh! Could it be...?)

I didn't dare think too much, nor should I. I pretended I hadn't seen anything, walked away from Violet, and headed towards the front hall alone. I was originally going to talk to Ah Xue, but I was unexpectedly stopped by Mao Yan'an.

If it were just Mao Yan'an, I wouldn't have bothered with him at this moment, but with the Heart Lamp Hermit present, I couldn't help but sit down awkwardly, waiting for a reprimand as if I had been caught in the act.

"Sigh, women are really good, they have money and enjoy themselves; men are really miserable, they pay money and do all the work."

Before I even started speaking, Mao Yan'an blurted out a nonsensical remark, which made me break out in a cold sweat. I glared at him fiercely, why did he have to bring up the sore spot?

Fortunately, the Heart Lamp Hermit, who was always concerned about the country and its people, started with a serious topic, stating that the Black Dragon King dared to commit atrocities in the territory of the Golden Finch Federation, which was utterly lawless. If it hadn't been me, but some other high monk who was stronger than me but didn't know the meditation mudra, they would have been killed long ago after such a heavy blow.

Mao Yan'an frowned and said, "What my old friend said makes a lot of sense. However, why can the Black Dragon King still appear and disappear mysteriously in enemy territory? This is not the East China Sea."

I said irritably, "Of course, he has someone protecting him. Is there any need to ask?"

At this point in the conversation, Layman Xin Deng sighed deeply, seemingly quite moved. He said that his senior brother Xin Chan was not a person who coveted fame and fortune. He had high Buddhist cultivation and was respected by all the monks in the temple. He didn't know why he went astray and is now sinking deeper and deeper into trouble. He even colluded with the Black Dragon Society and did these heinous things. It was truly a misfortune for the sect.

"Xin Chan, that bald monk, is highly regarded by most of the monks? But I heard from Yu Hong that the former abbot didn't like him and even considered letting you, a lay disciple, take over the abbot's position."

This question seemed to be difficult for Layman Xin Deng to answer. He looked at Mao Yan'an, who had no choice but to laugh dryly. He explained to me simply that when Xin Chan was young, he didn't have the demeanor of a high monk like he does now. He secretly broke many precepts. The former abbot had a lot of complaints about this disciple because of this. However, because Xin Chan was kind and generous when he was young, he was on good terms with his fellow monks and was quite popular.

"Hmph, that old bald thief has no other skills, but he's quite adept at putting on a mask. He's been posing as a high monk since he was young, acting all hypocritical. No wonder he can still be a big charlatan now...

Hey, you delinquent middle-aged man, it's time to use you."

"Huh? I only know how to draw and write erotic novels. How can I help you, my dear nephew?"

"You're Xin Chan's old friend, aren't you very familiar with his background? Go write a notice right now and post it all over the streets, exposing that bald thief's past misdeeds of raping old women, molesting little girls, and not paying for prostitutes and meals."

"What? He always paid for prostitutes before... Ugh!"

Mao Yan'an, who had let slip the secret, immediately covered his mouth with his hand, looking embarrassed. Seeing me looking at him with a threatening gaze again, he said awkwardly, "Friends and brothers should have a sense of loyalty. He and I have been friends for a long time. How can I betray him?"

"How much is loyalty worth? Even if it is, is it more important than the lives of all the people on this land? Are you going to trade the lives of millions for that worthless 'loyalty'?"

"Ah? This...this...I need to think about it."

Turning his head, pretending to think, Mao Yan'an nodded forcefully and said, "Yes, loyalty is more important."

"You bastard, how dare you talk back!"

I was furious and about to strangle Mao Yan'an when he hurriedly interjected, saying that everyone has their own priorities and you can't force them.

"It's like you, my dear nephew, if you had to trade your beloved little Ah Xue for the lives of millions, would you do it?"

"Damn it, of course I would! For the country and the people, for a true hero, do you think I would disregard the safety of the world for a small personal feeling? That's the spirit of a true hero, how about it? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Sorry, let me correct you first, it should be 'a true hero.' Hmm... then... if you had to trade your beloved little Ah Xue's breasts and buttocks for the lives of millions, then you..."

"What?"

As if my head had been hit by a hammer, I staggered back several steps, and the scales in my mind weighed the options, and I almost instantly came to an answer.

"So, what moves you isn't some small personal emotion, but a huge personal desire, and even lust at that. Nephew, your desire outweighs your feelings!"

"Hey! You two!"

Mao Yan'an and I weren't intentionally putting on a show; we were genuinely discussing the issue with serious hearts. But perhaps the Heart Lamp Hermit didn't see it that way, so he roared angrily at us with a livid face.

"First of all... sigh, not a great hero, nor a great hero, but the greatest of heroes."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, all he could utter was this strange correction. In our eyes, the Heart Lamp Hermit's expression looked really gloomy, as if he too was facing a difficult choice. And I didn't need to think much to figure out what his problem was.

"Layman, I have no intention of pressuring you, but if Xin Chan the bald thief continues to wear his mask, more people will be deceived, making the situation worse. To change this, everyone who knows the true face of the bald thief must bravely stand up and identify him. Only then can we force him to show his true colors and reveal his evil nature."

"This matter... I can't answer so quickly. Since I joined the sect, Senior Brother Xin Chan has been incredibly kind to me, I..." I

could only say this much for now. Layman Xin Deng hadn't made up his mind yet, and there was no point in saying more. I could only urge him to stop here. The atmosphere between us became deathly silent. Mao Yan'an, who always liked to bring up the most awkward topics, suddenly spoke up. I was startled, afraid that he would mention Neon, who was sleeping soundly behind the house, making it difficult for me to back down. But it was Layman Xin Deng across from me who spoke first.

"Last time in Alibuda, when I diagnosed you, I wasn't able to cure you, but after returning, I devoted myself to research and discovered some tricks that might offer hope for curing your old ailment."

This is truly unbelievable, because my physical rejection reaction stems from psychological issues. What extraordinary means does Master Xindeng possess to cure me?

"Young friend John was innocently dragged into the affairs of my Cihang Jingdian, adding much danger, which makes me feel extremely guilty. In truth, it's all Cihang Jingdian's fault to you."

Well said, Cihang Jingdian does indeed owe me a lot. So let's not waste any more words and directly calculate how to compensate me.

"To compensate you, I have a suggestion. I wonder if young friend John would be willing to become my disciple, and I will impart all my skills to you?"

What?

This is too much of a shock, it even sounds like a clumsy joke. What merit do you, Master Xindeng, possess? You have no money, no women, yet you want me to become your disciple? This is simply too ridiculous.

"Oh, my dear nephew, this is a golden opportunity! My old friend here possesses unparalleled skills, a world-class master. With the Cihang Jingdian facing great turmoil, his fate hangs in the balance. Of course, he needs a successor for his extraordinary skills. Why don't you reluctantly learn from him?"

Damn it, you middle-aged scoundrel! Since you make it sound so precious, why don't you become his disciple yourself?

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!

"Look at his two outstanding disciples, so many people are drooling with envy. If you become his disciple, your future will be as bright as that of the Japanese girl."

Fuck you! Is this some kind of curse? Those two Japanese girls have been taught to be completely stupid, which is why they're lying in the back, their butts trembling from being fucked. Luckily, they're girls; they get both pleasure and profit. If I had also become a disciple of the Xin Deng sect and achieved the same success, what would my fate be?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, almost burning with rage. I was about to refuse when Mao Yan'an suddenly leaned close and whispered menacingly in my ear.

"Nephew, even if you don't care about the monk, you should at least consider the Buddha. You've taken down both of his disciples, and his legs are trembling. Don't you know better than to kneel down and call him 'Master'? Do you want me to offer you a cup of tea and start calling you 'Father-in-law'?"

This was a huge shock. I practically wet myself and knelt down, kowtowing three times heavily, my eyes brimming with tears as I sincerely begged to become his disciple.

"Master, please accept three bows from your disciple John Farrell, one bow, two bows, three bows!"

◇ ◇ ◇

My sudden decision to become a disciple of Layman Xindeng was a change no one had anticipated. Even I was shocked, let alone anyone else.

However, becoming a disciple was just the beginning. After I officially became a disciple of Xin Deng Jushi, and he solemnly told me some nonsense rules about "not committing adultery" and "not lying," he told me his secular name before he joined Cihang Jingdian.

"My surname is Nangong, and my given name is Haojie. Few people in the world know this name nowadays...

Hey, what are you two laughing about?"

"Hahaha! Master, so your surname is Nangong? Has anyone in your family ever earned a doctorate?"

"Hahaha, old friend, I've known you for years, and only now do I realize you have such a common name. Your ancestor wasn't called Hao Gui, was he? Hahahaha."

Mocking someone's name isn't exactly classy, but Mao Yan'an and I weren't exactly classy either, so we laughed so hard we almost fell over, our jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

This unrestrained laughter soon attracted Yu Ni and Yu Hong as well. Upon hearing that I had become a disciple of Xin Deng, Yu Ni was overjoyed, running over to hug me and jumping and laughing. I secretly glanced at Yu Hong and saw that she looked overwhelmed with mixed feelings, probably sighing over the tangled relationship between us.

But that's often how things are in this world; things don't always go as planned. When you want to be with someone forever, you just can't be together; and the person you least want to see, no matter how much you try to avoid or dodge, will inevitably appear before you.

Is it fate? Is it karma? Or is it what they call cause and effect? I don't understand, and can only smile bitterly to myself.

◇ ◇ ◇

The great commotion that night naturally shocked all the forces within the Golden Finch Federation. After all, the matter was too big; with thunder and lightning, and a strong wind sweeping through, several dilapidated buildings were reduced to ruins, clearly visible to most of Chicago. No one could possibly cover it up.

Several major newspapers and mainstream media outlets in the Golden Flower Federation unanimously offered the same explanation: thieves had launched a nighttime raid, accidentally triggered a trap, and were blown to pieces; the blast also destroyed buildings. The Golden Flower Federation government also issued a statement, expressing regret over the deaths and injuries, and issuing a stern warning to any thieves attempting to steal the treasure.

This was publicly known information, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that the truth was far from what had happened.

For martial artists or mages with considerable cultivation, even if they didn't sense the incredibly abundant energy surge in the atmosphere last night, they would have seen the golden sword light flashing simultaneously with the lightning, understanding that top-tier experts were engaged in a fierce battle, the strongest of their kind, fighting to the death.

The number of peerless experts at the strongest level is extremely limited; nine out of ten people who saw the golden sword light could associate it with the departure of the Heart Sword Goddess from the mountain peak, and the dark clouds and lightning in the sky could easily be interpreted as the arrival of the Black Dragon King. Therefore, from the following day, a message circulated through the intelligence channels of various forces: the Black Dragon King's attempt to seize the treasure was thwarted by the Heart Sword Goddess, and the two powerful figures clashed fiercely, resulting in both being severely injured.

This news greatly stimulated people's imaginations; while it contained some facts, it was ultimately far from the truth. This was understandable; information was limited, most people were unaware of the existence of Bai Qi and the Mother Martial God, and even less could they have predicted that the various strange phenomena of last night actually originated from two different battlefields.

I witnessed the confrontation between Bai Qi and the Black Dragon King, and the duel between Mother Martial Goddess and Heart Sword Nun. As for the latter, I was very curious about the outcome, but according to what Xin Deng Jushi and Mao Yan'an had learned, it seemed that no clear winner emerged. Halfway through the fight, the Black Dragon King left, and the seemingly insane Mother Martial Goddess also abandoned the battle, ending the chaotic fight inconclusively.

(This Mother Martial Goddess appeared out of nowhere; she's truly an eccentric…)

Even now, I still don't understand who Mother Martial Goddess is or why she came. This eccentric person, sometimes insane and sometimes sane, is a major headache for me.

However, another headache is also significant. To clarify this mystery, I spoke privately with Mao Yan'an, since he has personal connections with Xin Chan and Xin Deng, and might also know about Heart Sword Nun's private affairs.

"...Oh, my dear nephew, you said that when the Divine Nun was fighting, she didn't recognize Yu Hong, but she recognized Yu Ni?"

I couldn't bring myself to ask Ah Xue's question, so I used Ni Hong as an example. Mao Yan'an asked me a few details, including the direction of the Divine Nun's gaze when she looked people up and down. Then, her already cunning face suddenly broke into a strange smile, and she covered her mouth with her hand, as if she felt she shouldn't be laughing and was trying her best to hide it.

Just from this reaction, I knew that my guess was correct. However, this matter was too unbelievable. If Mao Yan'an hadn't confirmed it himself, I wouldn't have been able to believe it no matter what.

"Actually, I shouldn't have said this, because it's a big secret of the Cihang Jingdian, but..." "

But in order not to die on the ground, you should honestly confess the secret. It's their fault that those bald thieves of Cihang Jingdian would be stupid enough to let you know the secret."

Secretly chuckling, Mao Yan'an revealed an absurd and bizarre secret to me. Although the Divine Nun of the Heart Sword cultivated in seclusion on a solitary peak, detached from worldly affairs, she had a little-known... quirk.

To describe it as eccentric might not be entirely accurate, but while ordinary people recognize others by their faces, the Heart Sword Nun recognizes people by their chests, judging them by their shape and size. The Cihang Jingdian is mostly inhabited by monks, and the men's chests are flat, unchanged for decades, which doesn't usually cause problems. However, when encountering women who are still developing, the Heart Sword Nun's method of recognizing them often fails.

"This isn't just a big secret, it's a huge scandal. If it gets out, very few people and believers in the Golden Flower Federation will accept it. After all, you know how high and mighty, the inviolable and sacred Heart Sword Nun can be associated with such a scandal,"

Mao Yan'an laughed. "But facts are facts. Let alone that girl Yu Hong, even if the Heart Sword Nun's personal disciple, Tianhe Xueqiong, were to change her breast size one day, the Nun might not even recognize her... Eh? Nephew, why are you laughing so strangely? Is something wrong?" He

's a master at hitting the nail on the head, his words hitting the nail on the head about what I care about most. However, Mao Yan'an did answer a major question in my mind, and if I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have had to be so worried when I entered the Golden Flower Federation.

(Even the heavens are on my side! I never imagined that the Heart Sword Nun wouldn't recognize her own disciple. How could there be such a strange eye in the world that recognizes people by their breasts? Why does the Cihang Jingdian specifically train such freaks?)

The extent of Ah Xue's transformation goes without saying. When Yu Hong was imprisoned and trained by me in the Southern Barbarian Lands, her breasts also became slightly rounder and fuller due to frequent intercourse and prolonged exposure to the secretions of the aphrodisiacs. Compared to her twin sister Yu Ni, the difference was obvious. No wonder the Heart Sword Nun couldn't recognize her.

What pleased me even more was that Ah Xue seemed to have no recollection of the Heart Sword Nun either. Now that no one recognized anyone, only I could enjoy the last laugh.

After that, our strategy began to be implemented. Through various channels, we began releasing information, spreading the truth about Xin Chan's collusion with the Black Dragon Society, his murder of our sect's elders, and his assassination attempt to seize power. These rumors circulated in the streets and markets, initially dismissed as mere gossip. However, through various means of hype and amplification, their effects began to grow.

It was estimated that in three to five days at most, these rumors would become an undeniable force. If we could persuade Xin Deng Jushi to come forward and formally testify, this wave of rumors would become a raging torrent, directly impacting Cihang Jingdian, forcing Xin Chan to provide an explanation and publicly face scrutiny.

At that point, it would be time to present concrete evidence. If we could obtain the secret within the Feng Huo Qian Kun Circle, then we would…

However, one thing was beyond my expectations: an uninvited guest arrived. On the very day we arrived at our next competition venue, Seattle, Fang Qingshu angrily and uninvitedly appeared at our hotel.

Chapter Five: Friends and Enemies

Seattle is a major industrial city in the Plantagenet Federation, and one of the few cities with sufficient technology to manufacture aircraft. It boasts a large population and ranks among the top ten largest cities in the Federation. It was also chosen as the venue for the Grand Prix.

Despite being an industrial city, Seattle's green spaces are remarkably beautiful, with vast expanses of lush coniferous forests covering the city like green carpets. The rainy weather often leaves Seattle's sky misty and the air slightly chilly.

Two-wheeled carriages, lit by kerosene lamps, chug along the roads. The drivers, impeccably dressed and wielding whips, sit upright, their upturned mustaches adding to the charm of the classic carriages behind them.

This is a city with a unique flavor and vitality, and I had a very good impression of it.

However, even the most beautiful cities have their dirty and chaotic sides. I don't hate those things, because life itself is flawed. The filth and chaos of a city are also part of its vitality. So, as I walked down the street, I watched with interest the streetwalkers soliciting customers. Every now and then, they would rush out, hook their arms around pedestrians' shoulders, and ask men to take them home for some "pleasure."

Although they were prostitutes, not all of them dressed provocatively and sexily. Some were young girls, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed cutely and prettyly, pink tank tops paired with riding boots or bubble socks, fully embodying the "invincible youth" characteristic. They didn't need to say anything; just standing there charmingly on the street was enough to catch one's eye.

Having grown accustomed to the stunning beauties at home, occasionally looking at some wildflowers and weeds outside does have a unique charm. However, looking is one thing, paying to get them is another.

"Hey, old man, do you know these women charge for sex?"

"Are you talking nonsense? Every man on this street knows they charge eight silver coins per session, a fixed price year-round." "

What?! I mean, if I want to sleep with them, they have to pay me! They think they can get me to pay with looks like that? No way!"

"You're used to eating good food at home every day, so I, your uncle, have nothing to say."

I chatted with Mao Yan'an for a few minutes when suddenly a girl of about seventeen or eighteen approached us. I thought she was there to solicit business, but she started talking nonsense, saying she was from out of town and hadn't been able to find work here. She said she'd been starving for days and hoped we could give her a few coins to eat.

I'm sure she'd been saying this for days, and if we came back in a few days, we'd still run into her. Of course, this kind of third-rate scam and begging wouldn't get any money from Mao Yan'an or me. Mao Yan'an was about to tell her to leave when I stopped him.

"Miss, will you work for me or not?"

The direct question made the girl blush and angrily retort.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Oh? What kind of girl?"

"I...I'm not a prostitute! Don't mistake me for that kind of woman."

"Is that kind of woman so bad? At least they earn their own living with their bodies. You think you can get something for nothing just by talking. Putting aside your terrible eloquence, which is utterly ineffective, in my eyes, your mouth is far more vulgar than their assholes."

Actually, if we're talking about who's more vulgar, my mouth is probably more vulgar than hers, because this round of words left her face turning pale and then red. Finally, she spat on the ground and ran away angrily.

Naturally, being the vulgar person I am, I did what I was supposed to do: arrogantly laughing loudly behind her, trying to wound her pride as much as possible.

This kind of pointless provocation seems boring, but I don't have time for meaningless things. Picking on a female beggar on the street to mock is as insane as kicking a dog for no reason, but deliberately creating this scene was all for the audience behind me.

"Is it fun to stab people like that?"

"No, it's not fun, but whether it's fun or not is none of your business. I just want you to know, Fang, that we're fundamentally different people. Different ideas, different methods. You shouldn't have any illusions about me."

"Hmm, I understand that."

Walking on my right, Fang Qingshu's expression wasn't good. His usual relaxed smile was gone, replaced by an unusually serious look.

I had only arrived in Seattle this afternoon, and hadn't been there long when Fang Qingshu came to my door, saying he had something important to discuss with me. So I pulled Mao Yan'an along to the street to talk at a small teahouse on the corner.

Outsiders might not understand what was going on with the riots in Chicago, but how could Fang Qingshu, who could obtain firsthand information from the Cihang Jingdian, not know the details? In any case, Xin Jian Shenni recognized Yu Ni. As long as she knew Yu Ni was involved, it would be easy for her to connect it to me, not to mention the intelligence exchanges between Xin Chan Zei Tu and the Black Dragon King.

Throughout our journey from Chicago to Seattle, various rumors about Guan Xin Chan spread like wildfire throughout the Golden Flower Federation through various channels. We must thank the media in democratic countries for this, because in Alibuda or Ishtar, it would be easy for the government to suppress media coverage. However, in the Golden Flower Federation, where freedom of speech is guaranteed, many rumors, once they begin, are relentlessly pursued by ruthless journalists who will dig to the ground to uncover the secrets. While

others dig for secrets, Fang Qingshu was chasing the source of the rumors. With access to the Cihang Jingdian intelligence network and a large number of people from the Fang family at his disposal, his investigation was incredibly easy. He quickly found us, and when we arrived in Seattle, Fang Qingshu came to my door, demanding that I stop spreading these rumors.

"I believe in my mentor's character. Although the Jingnian Chan Society's affairs are indeed strange, my mentor would never collude with the Black Dragon Society, nor would he do anything against his conscience."

"Your belief is your business. I don't mean to change your mind. However, what you believe, others may not. We each believe our own things, and it's none of our business. Don't try to pin it on me." Each sticking to their

own opinion, the atmosphere in my discussion with Fang Qingshu was extremely cold, a stalemate.

In Fang Qingshu's eyes, Xin Chan the Bald was a first-rate good person, kind and upright to the point of being almost pedantic. When it came to upholding principles, he was extremely principled and would never abandon them due to any pressure or benefit. It was this persistence that earned him Fang Qingshu's respect.

"My mentor firmly believes that even in the boundless sea of suffering, there is always a shore to return to, and he insists that Heaven cherishes life and that forgiveness and tolerance should replace killing. Because he upholds these ideals, he is prone to misunderstandings. But in any case, I know my mentor's character,

and he is definitely not like what you say. This is all just a misunderstanding." "I don't object to you knowing your mentor's character, but he is your mentor, not mine, and has nothing to do with me. Please don't drag me into this and force me to believe it."

From the very beginning, I knew that I had nothing to say to Fang Qingshu. Xin Chan is his master, and he has been disguising himself so well in front of him for many years. His deeply ingrained image is enough to brainwash people. Fang Qingshu has been blinded by his personal feelings and can no longer judge things clearly.

Fang Qingshu believes that his master is innocent, so does that mean that everything we have encountered and all the evidence we have is fake?

It is easy for a villain to put on a compassionate and kind facade, but it is very difficult to remain completely flawless forever. Everything leaves a trace. Even the most powerful figures like Ren Xinchan and the Black Dragon King couldn't cover everything up, which is why the bald monk Zhishan revealed the truth to us. Even the lost Beacon Fire Universe Circle, long gone overseas, will return at this time.

However, just as Fang Qingshu couldn't persuade me, I couldn't convince him of his master's ugly true nature. Our conversation went nowhere for a long time, and after several clashes, the atmosphere became tense.

It's truly a pity, because I could sense that Fang Qingshu had always wanted to maintain a good relationship with me. To put it bluntly, from the moment we met, he deliberately tried to befriend me. Although I didn't understand what it was about me that made him value me so much, his attitude led me to consider him a friend for a short time. Now, because of a third party, our relationship has deteriorated, which is something I really didn't want.

When we're friends, Fang Qingshu is a reliable companion, but when we're on opposing sides, he's a formidable enemy, instantly seeing through our needs and weaknesses.

"Since things have come to this, I have nothing more to say. You'll try to steal the prizes from this race, so there must be something in there that could threaten my master. Now that Master Xin Jian is personally guarding them, your chances of stealing the treasure are slim. The only way is to win the race honorably. Although I don't know how you intend to participate, I hereby declare that with me present, you have no hope of victory."

In a righteous tone, Fang Qingshu made a resolute challenge to me, and even followed the etiquette of the Golden Flower Federation, removing his gloves and placing them in front of me to complete the ritual of a duel between men.

Even as enemies, Fang Qingshu did not lose his manners, but I didn't want to pay any attention to him. A dignified person has the elegance of a gentleman, and similarly, a despicable scoundrel has his own style. There's no need to follow the lines he draws.

Besides, trying to stop me in the grand race? Fang, you're dreaming! You might be able to beat me, but stopping me isn't just about winning first place. There are three prizes. How do you know which one I'm going to win? Even if you're incredibly talented, you can't possibly win all three prizes by yourself. You're speaking too hastily and too quickly. Just wait until you get home and regret it!

◇ ◇ ◇

However, I don't seem to have much room for secret joy, because in some ways, the trouble standing in my way is more troublesome than Fang Qingshu's.

Yu Hong wants me to seize the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, which at least has a clear objective. But what Yue Ying wants me to seize is still unclear. Even if I can figure out which prize the weapon certificate is hidden in, I'm alone. How can I seize both the Beacon Fire Universe Ring and the weapon certificate?

(This is really troublesome... Now I have no choice but to bite the bullet and accumulate points first.)

Slowly putting on my black helmet, hiding my face underneath, I sat on Amadeus, ready to begin today's competition.

After defeating several opponents, and with the Sun Wings' outstanding performance in the recent Chicago event, Amadeus is no longer just a dark horse, but a top contender for the championship. Even before I entered the arena, I could hear the loud cheers of the crowd outside, encouraging me.

A top contender for the championship? Sigh, if only that were true. But the problem is, not only is winning the championship uncertain, but I don't even know which team I'm going to beat. That's the most troublesome part.

"Nephew!"

A bottle of water was handed in by a strong, bronze arm. Although he hadn't had time to change his appearance today, and only had makeup on one hand, it was still thick and dark, exuding the air of a coach.

"Rinse your mouth, moisten your throat. When you get on the track, start with a left hook, then a flurry of jabs to keep your opponent at bay. Then, when the opportunity arises, deliver a powerful blow to his abdomen, and then..."

"Hey, hey, hey, uncle, don't think you're a coach just because you've painted your arm black. This is a racetrack, not a boxing match!"

"Ah! Sorry, I was working too hard last night and haven't quite switched back to my normal mindset. You know how tiring it is for novelists to stay up all night to finish their manuscripts, uncle..."

"Shut up! If you keep nagging, I'll give you a topspin!"

Pushing Mao Yan'an aside, I prepared to start Amadeus and head out for this round of racing. Thinking about the fierce competition with Fang Qingshu, I felt a little nervous, but it would also be a true test of Amadeus's strength.

Just as we were about to start, Mao Yan'an crawled over like a cockroach, saying he had something important to show me. I grabbed his face, trying to push him away, but failed.

"What's there to see? I told you to prepare a personal race queen, and you still haven't done it. You still have the nerve to show your face in front of me? Get out of my way! If you don't, I'll kick you!"

"Personal race queens aren't so easy to find. Do you think this is like hiring a prostitute? Even if it is, I'm a coach, not a pimp or a madam. You can't expect me to handle this kind of thing for you." "

I don't care who you are. Even if it's a prostitute, I want a personal race queen!"

"Fine, you said it yourself!"

Mao Yan'an said this and immediately ran away, leaving me stunned for a moment. I wondered if, in this situation where he couldn't deliver on his promise, he had actually hired a prostitute for me?

The curtain to the workstation was flung open with a "whoosh," and two beautiful figures entered. The one in the lead, with her long, shapely legs, was none other than Yu Ni. Upon seeing her attire, I immediately understood Mao Yan'an's meaning.

Today, Yu Ni wore a black leather corset, paired with black leather hot pants and fishnet stockings that tightly hugged her hips, along with black over-the-knee high-heeled boots—a remarkably glamorous race queen look.

Normally, she would fold her wings for ease of movement, but today Yu Ni not only didn't, but also held her white-feathered wings upright behind her, like a noblewoman in an evening gown. Against the backdrop of these wings and the black leather outfit, the winged beauty's slender, jade-like body presented a bewitching beauty unlike anything she had seen before.

Her once flowing blonde hair was now neatly trimmed, adorned with a crown of purple tulips, and paired with deliberately applied, aloof makeup. She transformed instantly from the dashing, beautiful young woman into a magnificent, fallen angel.

Her appearance was completely different from her usual self. When she stood before me, her beautiful legs gracefully extended, her cold and haughty beauty captivating even me. However, even this Yu Ni paled in comparison to the shy little fox girl behind her.

When Ah Xue, dressed as a race queen, nervously wagged her white fox tail and shyly approached me, I felt a surge of intense emotion upon seeing her attire.

The delinquent middle-aged man understood my tastes well, or perhaps it was Mao Yan'an's own artistic taste that led him to choose this design for Ah Xue—one that was both revealing and aesthetically pleasing. Ah Xue, wearing high heels and a white racing girl outfit—a typical V-neck low-cut racing girl outfit, or rather, a revealing V-neck low-cut vest—

showed off her impressive bust even more. The V-neck perfectly displayed the cleavage created by her H-cup breasts. Her

fullest, firmest, and roundest breasts, pulled and stretched by the tight racing vest, pushed the snow-white flesh on both sides of her breasts together, forming the most dazzling cleavage.

At the same time, the shyness of wearing such a revealing outfit, coupled with the discomfort of the high heels, made Ah Xue walk unsteadily. Thus, her alluring cleavage swayed from side to side with each movement, opening and closing intermittently. Watching this made my blood boil. My first reaction was to abandon racing and bury my face in that vibrant cleavage to experience a heavenly illusion.

The astonishing waves created by her H-cup breasts, coupled with her ultra-slim waist resulting from rib removal, created a visual shock that was beyond ordinary levels. I instantly felt my blood rush to my head and almost had a nosebleed.

"John, you have to win!"

"Master, Ah Xue is waiting for you to come back."

Two stunning beauties, one on each side of my helmet, planted red lips and fragrant kisses on my chest, offering their blessings. This feeling was more exhilarating than any victory before.

"Nephew, aren't these two race queens great? Although they're not professionals, from today onwards, they're yours alone." Mao Yan'an laughed loudly, "To ensure your triumphant return, your uncle is giving you an extra gift. I've already talked to them. As long as you return victorious, tonight these two beauties will be in your room for you to play with. How about it? Are you ready to fight now?"

Damn it, he said he wasn't a pimp, but now he's laughing so lewdly. Nobody believes he's not a pimp. But whatever, right now, I'm practically burning with fighting spirit! No need to wait until tonight, no need to wait to go back to my room, I'll be the first one back here, right here at this workstation, and I'll take them down right there!

"Hey bro."

"Yeah, buddy."

Password, fingerprint, pupil, spiritual wave—multiple checks completed. Amadeus activated, cockpit sealed, and I slowly drove the race car out of the workstation.

Outside, I saw the entire audience cheering, especially the gamblers who had placed huge bets on me. They were clapping wildly, wishing me well and hoping for a resounding victory so they could win big again. The

applause was deafening, but I didn't pay much attention. My gaze searched the crowd for a special spot—the Buffett family's VIP section. Yueying was sitting there watching the game. Seeing me enter, she didn't do anything special, but she winked in my direction and moved her beautiful lips, offering her blessings and encouragement.

The silent encouragement was more inspiring than any applause. I felt like a knight going into battle with a blessing scarf tied around my wrist. I started my car and charged forward. When the starting horn sounded, the high-speed Amadeus didn't let anyone have a moment's show. It sped off ahead and quickly widened the gap between itself and its competitors.

(I can't be too slow! Fang has already said this competition will be fierce. To secure victory, I can't give him a chance; I need to create a huge gap from the start!)

Based on this consideration, I ignored my stamina and sped off from the beginning, hoping the race would end before I could see Fang Qingshu, Bianca, and the others.

However, this idea seemed too naive, because as the terrain began to take effect, a series of twisting loops slowed Amadeus's speed, and several of my least favorite opponents slowly caught up.

The first was Bianca. Her griffin absorbed a large amount of wind element from the entire arena, suddenly sprouting wings that whipped up the air, allowing her to leap over more than ten race cars at an astonishing speed. Although someone attacked her from the ground, she deftly dodged while hovering in mid-air, using the momentum to swing her halberd, combining it with the griffin's roar to create whirlwinds.

Small tornadoes spun rapidly, and although they lasted only a short time, when they descended upon the racers on the ground, they were a living disaster. No matter how large or heavy the race car was, once hit by a small tornado, it was doomed to overturn and injure the rider. Even those with exceptional skills who tried to dodge could avoid the whirlwinds, but not the other overturned vehicles, which

crashed onto the road with a "bang. "

(Damn it, they've caught up with me!)

The flying griffin was almost unaffected by the terrain, and the other race cars equipped with anti-aircraft weapons hadn't caught up yet, so for the time being, no one posed a threat to her. Bianca was getting closer and closer to Amadeus. She was at the height of her triumph after her successful attack, and even if she didn't know that I was the one driving Amadeus, she would show no mercy in her attack.

What I predicted did indeed happen soon after. Bianca caught up to me and, without a second's hesitation, swung her halberd, sending a small tornado crashing down.

(Damn it, I knew you'd use this move. If it had hit me, I'd never be able to face anyone again!)

Knowing Bianca's attack methods, before she even made a move, the Amadeus system had already calculated her possible attack angles and planned its response. Before the tornado could land and sweep across the area, it suddenly accelerated, darting around a bend like lightning, dodging the oncoming tornado, and leaving the several tornadoes she launched in succession far behind.

The series of curves was almost over. Once we reached the straightaway, Amadeus's high-speed speed would once again give it an advantage. Even though Bianca's Crystal Griffin could fly, she knew it couldn't catch me. So, at the crucial moment when I was about to break through, she moved her halberd again, unleashing three triangular tornadoes simultaneously, accurately blocking my path from the front and rear.

(Three in a row? Did I misjudge her power? Or was she going all out? Damn it!)

This miscalculation was fatal. Amadeus's vehicle was designed to be lightweight and thin for speed. Although it was mechanically powered, the turbine systems at the front and rear required precise coordination with airflow. Being surrounded by three small tornadoes from both sides definitely affected Amadeus's turbine system. I could feel the vehicle shaking violently; it was the first time I'd ever felt this instability.

To break through with existing technology, my first thought was the Wings of Apollo, using the extreme force generated by the engine's ignition to break through the tornado's blockade in one fell swoop. However, this plan has a major flaw: the Wings of Apollo consume a lot of energy and are difficult to stop once activated. If activated at this point, Amadeus might not have enough power to complete the second half of the journey.

Worse still, although the path after breaking through the tornado is straight, if the Wings of Apollo were activated, this straight stretch would be covered in an instant. Without enough braking distance, the vehicle would crash directly into the mountainside ahead. Whether it could get through unscathed, or whether the vehicle and its inhabitants would be unharmed, is impossible to determine without sufficient data to assess the mountainside's thickness.

(Damn it! What should I do? Is Amadeus completely unarmed? I can't fight back; am I just going to be attacked?)

The strangest thing is indeed this: Amadeus has nothing that can be called armed. This wasn't like my crazy dad, but maybe he was deliberately testing me, or maybe he just wanted to cause me trouble and didn't intend for me to go back alive.

Caught in this dilemma, Amadeus caught a strange sound, like a dragon's roar or a horse's neigh—a barely perceptible, faint sound coming from not far behind. I instantly analyzed the situation and, risking damage to the vehicle, swerved Amadeus to the left.

"Hiss!"

In the blink of an eye, just as the front of Amadeus was drawn by the tornado, emitting a sharp metallic clang, a long, swift silhouette sped out from my right. Before I could even see what it was, a powerful sword aura pierced through the raging tornado, easily shattering the small tornado blocking my path.

The obstacle vanished, and Fang Qingshu, arriving with lightning speed, sheathed his sword and spurred his red-bearded dragon horse to gallop. The long carriage burst through the valley pass in the blink of an eye. However, I, who had deliberately created space at the entrance to let his sword energy break the tornado, had anticipated this move. I swerved the carriage and simultaneously accelerated, catching up with the opening created by the broken tornado, and sped off almost simultaneously with Fang Qingshu. The two different types of racing cars raced side-by-side.

Bianca, hovering in the air, still tried to harass the enemy, but this idea was difficult to implement, because Fang Qingshu had arrived, and someone who could restrain her had appeared.

"Miss Solancia, apologies."

The sword energy was drawn once more, breaking through the tornado released by Bianca, striking directly at Bianca in the air. Although the speed was not fast, the coverage area was quite wide. Bianca was clearly confident in the hardness of the spirit stone. Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, she urged her griffin to swing its claws to block the sword energy.

However, although she blocked it, Bianca's expression changed drastically in an instant.

"Seal...Seal of Gods!"

The unique sealing technique of the Temple of Light has a certain influence on all types of magic, especially wind and dark magic. That sword contained the Seal of Gods. Although it did not have any real killing power, it caused the crystal griffin to break its wing, followed by a loud thud as it fell to the ground.

(Nice! One less troublesome guy!)

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. I, who had been accumulating energy on the sidelines, was ready to launch my counterattack as soon as Bianca, this powerful enemy, was eliminated.

"Second quadrant seal broken, two-stage transformation initiation, progress 30%."

"Engine ignition, stationary speed adjustment, progress 55%."

"Turbocharger successfully boosted, vehicle transformation initiated, progress 97%."

"Progress 100%, Wings of the Sun, activated!"

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/37272.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=37272&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : "Springtime is Beautiful" Episodes 11-12 (Complete) Author: Roaring Dragon (Old Fool)

Next Page : 【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 19-21 Author: Nongyu

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 16-18 Author: Nongyu

comment Open a new window to view comments