[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - Part 3

Chapter 007 The Legendary King of Demonic Blades
"Who are you?"
The black-clad girl's frail body emanated a powerful aura of death, an aura that instilled instinctive fear in all living beings. Only those with a lifelong love of blood and a life spent traversing hell could possess such an aura. Even she, the head of the Shiranui Mai clan and commander of the Flame Ninja Army, felt a pang of fear.
"He is my prey. Let go of my hand."
The black-clad girl was as cold as ice.
"I'm sorry, he is the only clue our Shiranui clan has in our search for the sacred artifact. No one can take him from us." Shiranui
Mai said with a smile.
"A sacred artifact? You mean this?"
The black-clad girl pulled a fiery red paper fan, about seventy or eighty centimeters long, from behind her back and held it in her hand.
"Fire Dance Butterfly Fan..."
Shiranui Mai released the Yang Yan she was holding, her face quickly turning cold.
"It seems you really want to take it back..."
The black-clad girl put the paper fan back behind her back.
If you want it back, then use your strength to take it. The girl in black slowly drew the long, jet-black sword that had been hanging at her waist.
"The Muramasa Demon Sword..."
Legend says that swords forged by Muramasa are imbued with ominous demonic energy. Every sword bearing the name Muramasa has stirred up bloodshed in Japanese history. Although Mai Shiranui didn't know which sword this particular one was, judging from the chilling killing intent emanating from its blade, it was undoubtedly a demon sword that had drunk the blood of countless people.
"This sword is called Oni-ku,"
the girl in black loudly proclaimed, displaying her beloved sword.
"So what if it's the Muramasa Demon Sword? The Fire Ninja Army is truly invincible."
Mai Shiranui slowly drew a long, narrow katana from her red paper fan.
"Seeking death..."
A contemptuous sneer appeared on the girl in black's lips.
"Crimson Wrath..."
Mai Shiranui seemed to be engulfed in flames, her entire body like a fiery meteor, charging towards the girl in black at astonishing speed, the katana slashing out with a sharp, piercing sound.
“Meaningless tricks only distract from absolute power; only absolute, invincible power can overcome strength.”
The girl in black shouted, as if in prayer.
“Die.”
Mai Shiranui, who was rushing towards the girl in black, seemed to vanish into thin air. A long, narrow Japanese sword slashed down at the girl’s seemingly white neck.
“I told you, before absolute power, all tricks are utterly useless.”
The girl in black had turned around at some point. In the instant her voice disappeared, a black lightning bolt flashed from her hand, striking Mai Shiranui’s sword squarely in the air. A loud metallic clang rang out, and a fiery red figure crashed into the forest from the sky, dozens of trees collapsing with a deafening crash.
“Next time, bring all your ninja army to consecrate this sword.”
Holding the unconscious Yang Yan in one hand and slowly sheathing the demon sword in the other, the girl in black smiled coldly and disappeared into the depths of the forest in a few leaps.
"The Demon's Cry... So it's the Muramasa Demon Blade, the one that once slaughtered 30,000 people. No wonder it possesses such power."
Suddenly, flames erupted fiercely among the collapsed trees. As the several trees piled together turned to ashes in the flames, a voluptuous and sensual mature woman rose from the inferno.
"You dare to underestimate our Fire Ninja Army with just a Muramasa Demon Blade? It seems you haven't witnessed the Wrath of the Crimson Lotus."
Mai Shiranui, her long hair loosely tied behind her, a red umbrella draped over her shoulders, a fiery red kimono once again concealing her alluring figure.
"Ninja Army, assemble!"
With a cold laugh, a spark shot from Mai Shiranui's hand into the sky, exploding hundreds of meters above, releasing a beautiful display of firework resembling a blooming crimson lotus in the afternoon sky.
"A Crimson Lotus Summoning Order? Could it be that after 150 years, the Shiranui Clan is going to mobilize again?"
A chilling aura slowly seeped into Yang Yan's body. He slowly opened his eyes. All around was pitch black, with only the cold moonlight streaming through a large circular hole in the roof, illuminating him. Normally, Yang Yan would have considered this a peaceful night, but at this moment, he felt utterly terrible.
Probably no one would feel happy being bound by thick iron chains, stripped naked, and suspended in the air.
"Is anyone there? If not, answer me!"
Out of habit, Yang Yan shouted. The echo lingered in the empty room.
"Damn it, nobody's here and they've tied me up? Do they want this handsome guy, loved by everyone and a heartbreaker, to starve to death here?"
Yang Yan cursed loudly.
"Really nobody's here?"
Seeing that no one had paid any attention to his antics, Yang Yan began to recall what had happened.
"Oh right, I met that woman named Wu, and she knocked me unconscious, and then I ended up here..."
Yang Yan looked at the dark surroundings and his naked body, and began to feel afraid.
"Could that Fire Clan be the legendary female clan? I heard they like to have sex with young men to produce offspring... I heard those men eventually die from exhaustion, and many of them are in their eighties or nineties... No! I'm so handsome, I don't want to do that with old women... Wu, come and let me go! You just want those fans, right? If you let me go, I'll definitely help you sell hundreds or thousands of them, so you can use them every day for years..."
Yang Yan howled as he tried to break free of the chains.
"Don't waste your energy. The chains on you are forbidden chains used to bind ghosts and gods. Even if you really possess the power of ghosts and gods, you can't break free."
After Yang Yan had been making a fuss for two or three hours, a cold female voice finally interrupted him.
"Who are you?"
Yang Yan looked around, hoping to find the source of the voice.
"You don't need to know who I am."
A pale flame suddenly lit up in the corner, and a girl dressed in a black short dress sat there like a statue, holding a strangely styled black longsword. The pale flame danced in an old oil lamp at her feet.
"Are you the sister of that Mai Shiranui?"
Looking at this woman who seemed like ice, Yang Yan began to guess her origins.
"Mai Shiranui was defeated by my sword. You can't even beat Mai Shiranui, and you still want to run away?"
The girl slowly raised her head, and her face, with its icy beauty, made Yang Yan involuntarily raise his limbs in surrender. The girl's eyes, colder than ice and snow, locked onto Yang Yan's inappropriately displayed fifth limb.
"Haha... who told you to be so beautiful, girl?"
Yang Yan laughed.
"Say it, this is the last time you'll see Yue Yuan."
The girl said coldly.
"What? The last time I'll see the full moon? Lord, Buddha, I still want to live for several more decades, don't let me die from exhaustion now..."
Yang Yan wailed in anguish.
"The moon is the most wondrous celestial body. You ancient Chinese people like to call the moon Taiyin Star because the moon itself accumulates endless Yin energy, the source of the magic power of the great creatures that live in darkness. During the full moon, the dark magic power is at its strongest."
The girl slowly stood up, expressionless, as if talking to herself. Although her voice was not loud, it was clearly audible, drowning out Yang Yan's loud shout.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Hearing the girl's seemingly unrelated words, Yang Yan was somewhat curious.
"A powerful demon sword, the Shiranui Mai clan's divine weapon, the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, plus the blood of the King's Eye as a sacrifice, I will definitely be able to fulfill the last wish of my ancestor, Lord Yaksha, and summon the most powerful Demon Sword King."
The girl slowly lit the 179 candles on the four walls, and countless strange symbols emerged in the candlelight.
"What? What kind of sacrificial offering? You crazy girl, what are you trying to do..."
Yang Yan felt increasingly terrified.
"With my blood as the catalyst, awaken the power that slumbers in that distant land, with the name of the Blood Raven as the witness, awaken that power treasured for a thousand years."
The girl saw the full moon perfectly positioned in the sky and began to slowly and powerfully chant strange characters repeatedly. The originally pale candlelight slowly turned yellow, and finally became as red as blood.
"What...what Mai, come save me! I'll give you a thousand fans, come save me..."
Yang Yan looked at the girl's bizarre appearance and became increasingly desperate.
"Don't expect those useless ninjas to come and save you. With their meager strength, they'll never break through the barrier set up by Lord Blood Raven."
When the candlelight completely turned blood red, the girl stopped chanting and coldly rebuked Yang Yan.
Outside the ancient castle where Yang Yan was, Mai Shiranui was coldly watching the castle, hazy in the moonlight.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings! You've spent two days and still can't break through this castle."
Mai Shiranui turned her gaze to the three thousand ninja soldiers kneeling on the ground, clad in red ninja uniforms, her tone growing colder.
"Sect Leader, this castle is protected by a strange barrier. It's difficult for us to break through with our strength alone..."
The leading ninja tried to explain, but was coldly interrupted by Mai Shiranui.
"Shut up! For a thousand years, our three thousand Shiranui ninja soldiers have roamed Japan, destroying countless cities. Now, we're being stopped by a mere barrier..."
"Please rest assured, Clan Head, we will definitely break through this barrier within half an hour."
The leading ninja roared.
"Then what are you waiting for? Attack!"
Mai Shiranui's gaze returned to the castle, its entirety now vaguely visible.
"The Flame Dance Butterfly Fan, a divine weapon of fire wielded by the Mai Shiranui clan, possesses the power to incinerate all things in heaven and earth. Unfortunately, the powerful sealing energy inherent in the fan perfectly seals away that boundless fiery power. Therefore, even in the hands of the Mai Shiranui clan patriarch, only one-tenth of the fan's power can be unleashed."
The girl slowly opened the legendary Flame Dance Butterfly Fan, the divine weapon of the Mai Shiranui clan, and placed it under the moonlight, speaking softly.
"Since this fan is useless, why did you steal it and make me take the blame..."
Looking at the fan lying on the ground not far from him, Yang Yan swallowed hard. This was a legendary divine weapon, said to be at least a thousand years old. If you calculate it, it should be extremely valuable. Even if it's not worth hundreds of millions, it should be worth tens of millions; even if it's not worth tens of millions, it should be worth millions; even if it's not worth millions, it should be worth at least several hundred thousand. If it's not even worth tens of thousands, is it still a divine weapon?
“What even the Shiranui Mai clan doesn’t know is that as long as the sealing power of the fan itself is suppressed, the power of flames can be fully released in a very short time.”
Watching the fan grow increasingly red under the moonlight, the girl slowly drew her jet-black demon sword.
“What do you want to do?”
Yang Yan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The black demon sword slowly slicing in the girl’s hand seemed to possess a magic capable of freezing hearts.
“In the name of Muramasa, by the power of the Yaksha, the demon sword, Oni-ku, unleashes its full demonic power…”
With the girl’s icy voice, the black demon sword suddenly released a strange, dark green light, the entire sword twisting in the blood-red candlelight.
“Quickly release that broken sword, it’s devouring your life…”
Yang Yan clearly saw all the girl’s life force converging on the demon sword, the eerie blade like a black hole frantically absorbing her life force.
"Yaksha clan, ready to sacrifice your lives to summon the greatest demonic sword king."
As the jet-black demonic sword completely turned green, its blade grew five or six times larger, twisting into a bizarre shape. The girl's voice, filled with endless exhaustion, seemed to echo from a long battle.
"If this demonic sword absorbs one more bite, you'll be dried up. I really don't understand what you Japanese are thinking, playing with such a twisted thing."
Yang Yan was clearly disgusted by this insane behavior. Just imagine, before the fight even started, his weapon had already drained him dry, and then anyone could easily kill him. These guys were really out of their minds.
"Shut up..."
The girl coldly walked towards Yang Yan. It was clear that she was now entirely supported by that strange demonic sword, unable to move quickly even if she wanted to.
"W-what are you doing...don't kill me, beautiful lady, if you kill me you won't get the money..."
Seeing a beautiful woman walking towards him should have been a good thing, but a beautiful woman wielding a large cleaver, glaring at him with cold eyes, and then slowly walking towards him, was not a good thing. Although dying under a peony flower is considered romantic even in death, death is something everyone fears.
"Don't worry, you won't die for now."
As the girl's demonic cleaver sliced across Yang Yan's wrist, bright red blood gushed into the air like a fountain, instantly staining the entire courtyard with Yang Yan's blood.
"Damn it, you cut my wrist artery! Oh my god, the blood is still gushing out! Call an ambulance...help...murder..."
Seeing the blood gushing from his wrist like a fountain, Yang Yan immediately cried out.
"Bleeding like this, you won't die within two minutes,"
the girl's cold voice said confidently.
"Child of the Night, with the blood of the dragon as my medium, in the name of the Yaksha, I break the seal of the Fire Dance God! Lord Yaksha, grant me supreme magical power..."
The blood stained the demon sword seemed to be completely absorbed by it in the blink of an eye. After absorbing the blood of the blazing sun, the eerie demon sword immediately emitted waves of pale golden light.
"Seal broken!"
Legend has it that the Shiranui School's divine weapon, the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, was immediately covered in white flames after being stained with the blood of the blazing sun, as if it were burning. With a furious shout from the girl, the demon sword, having absorbed the blood of the blazing sun, slashed at the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, which was surrounded by white flames, with a dazzling golden light.
"Clang..."
Like the clear tolling of a bell, the churning white flames seemed to freeze instantly under the slash of the demonic sword. The leaping flames appeared completely frozen, and as the clear, distant bell sound faded, the frozen flames shattered like glass.
"Is this how you break a barrier?"
Watching this bizarre scene, Yang Yan seemed to forget that blood was still gushing from her wrist.
"With my blood, with my spirit, the wrath of the Asura King, the name of the Yaksha, beyond the Six Paths, the demonic sword that rules the universe, descend..."
The girl plunged the demonic sword fiercely into her body. The blood from the massive blade seemed to be drawn by a magical force, slowly floating in the air and coalescing into a huge cloud of blood mist. The demonic sword embedded in the girl's body seemed to come alive like a demon. The girl's body twisted strangely and began to rapidly merge into the blade.
"A demon..."
Yang Yan completely fainted.
The instant Yang Yan fainted, an incredibly powerful energy suddenly appeared throughout the entire castle. A seemingly illusory flame instantly engulfed the castle, yet despite its churning and leaping, it seemed to carry no intense heat, failing to ignite anything within the castle.
Although the flame, like an illusion, did not cause anything to burn, the boundless heat within its crimson glow transformed the world into a molten lava hell.
"Damn it! She actually managed to barely break the seal on the power of the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan! She's blaspheming our God of Fire!"
Looking at the jubilant castle of flames outside, the familiar feeling emanating from the flames immediately made Mai Shiranui, the head of the Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu school, recognize the divine power sealed within the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan.
"My lady..."
The ninjas surrounding Mai Shiranui trembled before her rage.
"A barrier set up by mortals can never withstand the power of the God of Flame. This barrier has been destroyed! Shiranui clan ninjas, for the sake of the clan's honor, for the authority of the great God of Flame, show your pride as invincible ninjas and destroy these bastards who desecrate this great divine artifact!"
Shiranui Mai declared her battle cry to the kneeling ninjas around her. As soon as she finished speaking, flames surged around her, and her entire body charged towards the ancient castle of flames like a fireball.
"Kill!"
The ninjas following behind Shiranui Mai roared and brandished their weapons as they charged towards the castle.
The blood mist floating in the air seemed to be an entrance to another world. The demon sword fused with the girl passed through the blood mist. After passing through the blood mist, the demon sword had completely changed its appearance. The three-meter-long blade seemed to be composed of countless twisted human faces, the gleaming blade was like a saw, and the pitch-black hilt seemed to be twisted from countless human organs. The entire demon sword released a terrifying aura that drove people mad.
"A bunch of lackeys..."
As the girl's cold, hollow voice rang out, a mass of flesh on the hilt of the demonic sword rapidly twisted and enlarged, and in the blink of an eye, the girl's figure reappeared.
"Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, retract."
Mai Shiranui's voice rang out coldly, and the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, which had been floating in the air, immediately retracted, and the flames enveloping the castle vanished instantly. The Fire Dance Butterfly Fan automatically flew back into Mai Shiranui
's hand. "It's you again? I'll spare you because your fan helped me. Take your people and get out of here right now."
The girl said to Mai Shiranui.
"You have desecrated the sacred weapon of our Mai Shiranui family. Only your blood can wash away the humiliation you have brought us."
Mai Shiranui drew her katana from her waist.
"Hmph, you dare to show off your broken swords in front of the King of Demonic Swords."
The girl sneered, and the demonic sword in her hand slowly rose.
Chapter 008 Monk vs. Beauty
"Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, retract."
Mai Shiranui's voice rang out coldly, and the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, which had been floating in the air, immediately retracted. The flames enveloping the castle vanished instantly, and the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan automatically flew back into Mai Shiranui
's hand. "It's you again? I'll spare you because your fan helped me. Take your people and get out of here immediately."
The girl said to Mai Shiranui.
"You have desecrated the sacred weapon of our Mai Shiranui family. Only your blood can wash away the humiliation you brought us."
Mai Shiranui drew her katana from her waist.
"Hmph, you dare to show off your broken swords in front of the King of Demon Swords."
The girl sneered, and the demon sword in her hand slowly rose.
"Shiranui-ryu Ninjutsu, Secret Technique, Wind and Fire Storm Mountain."
A fireball leaped into the air, and Mai Shiranui's entire body merged into the fireball. Countless blades extending beyond the fireball were all imbued with the power of flame. It was like a giant volcano of flames, crashing down on the girl wielding the demon sword.
"You're courting death."
The girl's face was full of contemptuous smiles as she wielded her demonic sword to meet the fireball unleashed by Mai Shiranui.
"Clang..."
Before the fireball even touched the demonic sword, it suddenly emitted a loud metallic clang. The massive, porcupine-like fireball exploded like a balloon, sending a red figure flying more than ten meters away. It crashed into the stone wall of the ancient castle, creating a crack more than three meters wide in the thick stone wall. Mai Shiranui's body slowly slid down the stone wall to the ground.
"The boundless power of the demonic sword is something a lowly ninja like you can't withstand,"
the girl said coldly.
"Wow... a beauty?"
Awakened by the loud noise, Yang Yan's first sight was of two beauties.
The naked girl, although wielding a broken sword that was completely out of place with her image, should still be given a 90 out of 100, especially considering her completely naked front. Her slightly immature figure was practically the perfect younger sister image that you couldn't find in any adult film.
The one lying on the ground was 80% naked, her vital parts barely covered by tattered strips of cloth. The glimpses of her body only added to her allure. Her voluptuous figure was comparable to that of a sexy European or American woman—a dream come true for any man, easily earning a 90 out of 100.
More importantly, the girl was holding a broken knife, and the blood covering the fallen woman's body was enough to ignite a man's deepest, most bloodthirsty desires.
"What did you say?"
Although she wasn't entirely sure what MS meant, she knew that nothing good could come from this cockroach-like creature. The girl's cold gaze swept over Yang Yan.
"You're really lucky to be alive."
Looking at the still-bleeding wound on Yang Yan's hand, the girl frowned. His wrist artery was bleeding profusely, the blood loss already exceeding two-thirds of a normal person's blood volume. Even with immense vitality, he should have died long ago. It seemed this man was also not human.
"Trying to run?"
The girl sneered, casually swinging her demonic sword. A burst of sword energy shot out, and a large amount of blood suddenly sprayed from the air in front of Mai Shiranui, who had just moved a few meters. The headless corpse of a black-clad ninja fell to the ground.
"Come out, all of you. Your illusionary invisibility techniques cannot escape the supreme sword heart of the Demonic Sword King."
The girl's cold gaze swept around, and one by one, black-clad ninjas appeared in the places her gaze fell upon.
"Yuka, take the sect leader and leave first. We'll hold off this broken sword."
A short, slightly aged male ninja stood directly in front of the demon sword girl.
"I disagree. Do you think you can leave?"
The girl's demon sword trembled slightly, and the entire ancient castle seemed to tremble with it.
"Perhaps you are very powerful, even the true number one in Japan, but no matter how powerful you are, you cannot stop the footsteps of us ninjas. We are ninjas, the number one ninja army with a thousand-year-old tradition, invincible. The three thousand ninjas of the Shiranui clan can defeat even gods and demons."
The short, elderly male ninja said proudly.
"Yuka, hurry up and leave."
The short, elderly male ninja said again.
"Yes, Elder, please take care."
A petite female ninja replied, picked up the unconscious Shiranui Mai, and disappeared from sight.
"Ninjas? Ninjutsu? Haha, this joke from eight hundred years ago is still popular now..."
The girl laughed loudly.
"You're courting death..."
The elder roared, and all the ninjas rushed towards the laughing girl.
"Ants are still ants, no matter how many there are."
The girl swung her demonic sword again, and all the ninjas who rushed towards her were instantly attacked as if by countless demonic swords, with countless limbs and flesh flying everywhere.
"Yaksha Demon Sword... You are a member of the Yaksha clan..."
The elder watched as nearly a hundred ninjas were instantly cut to pieces in front of him, his eyes filled with fear. The terrifying legend that had been passed down for nearly a thousand years surged into his mind, the man who brought bloodshed to all of Japan eight hundred years ago, the terrifying legend known as the First Demon King.
"Haha... I didn't expect that after eight hundred years, you would still remember Lord Yaksha."
The girl laughed maniacally, and the demonic sword in her hand seemed to sense the girl's emotions, with blades of light several meters long constantly flickering.
"As expected, it is the Yaksha clan's demonic sword summoning technique. You were able to evade our spiritual power detection and complete this evil summoning technique in this place full of vengeful spirits. You must have used the barrier drawn by the blood of a traitor to block the leakage of demonic energy."
A cold male voice suddenly rang out, and five middle-aged monks, holding tin staffs and wearing bamboo hats, slowly walked into the ancient castle.
"Hidden High Monk, Five Powerful Monks."
The girl seemed to already know the origins of these five monks.
"Yaksha clan, the demonic sword is not something a human can wield. Please hand over this demonic sword to us so we can take it back to Hidden High Monk to seal it."
The leading monk said coldly.
"Enough nonsense. Summoning the King of Demonic Swords has been the dream of our Yaksha clan for eight hundred years. How could you ignorant monks know the greatness of Lord Yaksha and Lord Bloodbringer?"
The girl clearly did not take Hidden High Monk
, the foremost esoteric Buddhist sect in Japan, seriously. "Since that's the case, we have no choice but to capture you as well and hand you over to the abbot for punishment. Hidden High Monk, Powerful Monk, form a protective barrier and seal the demon."
The leading monk roared, and more than thirty monks appeared in various parts of the castle, changing hand seals, and a powerful sealing force enveloped the girl.
"For a thousand years, the Hidden High Monks have protected Japan, sealing away countless demons. The Heavenly Dipper Subduing Magic Incantation formed by the thirty-six Hidden High Monks can completely seal even ghosts and gods,"
the leading monk said coldly.
"Wow, bald guy vs. beauty."
Yang Yan, who had been hanging in the air watching the spectacle for a while, found it increasingly interesting.
"Thirty ants trying to crush an elephant, overestimating yourself."
A cruel smile appeared on the girl's lips, and the demonic sword in her hand blazed with demonic energy. With a furious shout from the girl, a powerful shockwave shook the sturdy ancient castle as if it were about to collapse. The sword energy churning within the castle instantly shattered the barrier formed by the thirty-six monks. The scene of limbs flying apart that had just occurred reappeared, only this time the objects cut to pieces by the demonic sword were monks instead of ninjas.
The flying dust slowly dissipated, and the girl's gaze swept over the ground, where limbs and severed bodies were faintly visible among the sand.
"A few people are missing. Hmm, the great monk escaped with the man with the King's Eye, and a few escapees from the Shiranui family also escaped with Mai Shiranui."
The girl nodded, looking at the messy castle and sighing softly.
"If I hadn't not yet fully merged with the King of Demon Blades, how could I have let you little fish escape? Fine, I'll let you live a few more days. Once I've fully merged with the King of Demon Blades, I'll treat you properly."
The drowsy feeling finally completely disappeared, and Yang Yan woke up from his slumber.
"Damn, wooden floors, wooden walls, even the roof is tiled. Did I just fall asleep and end up back in ancient times? Hehe, ancient beauties, treasures, power, I, King Yang Yan, have arrived."
Yang Yan looked at the completely unfamiliar surroundings and fantasized. "Hehe, I'm sorry, esteemed master of the King's Eye, you are still in the modern world. You haven't left Japan yet, so I'm truly sorry."
A deep, elderly male voice spoke to Yang Yan in very fluent Chinese.
"Japan? Don't lie to me. With the Japanese's intelligence, they can't even write Chinese characters correctly. How could they learn such fluent Chinese?"
Yang Yan said very seriously.
"Then what other place besides China do you think people from can speak Chinese well?"
The old man seemed a little surprised.
"Of course, it's Singapore and Nanyang. It would be strange if more than 70% of Chinese people didn't speak Chinese well."
Yang Yan answered very confidently.
"You didn't think this was Singapore or Nanyang, did you?"
The old man was a little embarrassed.
"Of course, I clearly boarded a ship bound for Singapore and Nanyang. You guys kept refusing to speak Chinese, making me really think I'd been tricked into going to Japan. But you've given yourself away. This really is Singapore and Nanyang."
Yang Yan finally felt that he had come to the right place.
"Hehe, esteemed master of the King's Eye, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. This is indeed Japan, and you are now living in the most sacred place in Japan. This is the sacred site of Japanese Tantric Buddhism, the first Dharma gate in Japan that protects Japan from being destroyed by demons, Hidden Highland."
The old man said regretfully in Japanese.
"What? You're kidding me."
Yang Yan sprang from the bed, only to see an elderly monk in a strange robe leisurely sipping tea.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I am the head of the Japanese Esoteric School, Abbot Hidakano, Ranjō Taro."
The old monk spoke to Yang Yan very formally.
"Ranjō? Haha, that's a good surname, very Japanese indeed."
Yang Yan had never heard such a funny name before.
"A name is just a person's identifier, so there's no need to take it too seriously."
An awkward expression flashed across the old monk's face, then he said calmly.
"However, you truly live up to your reputation as the master of the legendary King's Eye, who rules over all gods. To have your wrist artery cut open and ninety percent of your blood drained out, and then fully recover in less than two days, your immortality is truly terrifying."
Ranjō Taro looked at Yang Yan as if admiring a monster.
"Another immortal dragon, and what's this 'King's Eye' thing? And those ninjas, the demonic swords... Japan is really chaotic."
Yang Yan recalled his experiences of the past few days, looking utterly frustrated.
"I never imagined that the Yaksha clan would successfully summon the true Demonic Sword King after eight hundred years. Lord Yang Yan, we hope you can help us deal with the Demonic Sword King. If you can help us overcome this crisis, we at Hidden Highland will definitely repay you."
Ranjō Taro said very respectfully.
"How do you know my name?"
Yang Yan clearly remembered that he hadn't told this old monk his name.
"While you were unconscious, we have been investigating this incident with all our might. The Demonic Sword King has awakened in the modern world, a major event that completely threatens the survival of all of Japan. Of course, we need to investigate everything thoroughly. Although we still don't know why you are the master of the legendary King's Eye, this matter is beyond the capabilities of Hidden Highland, so we can only seek your help."
Ranjō Taro said with a melancholy expression.
"I don't even know what the Demonic Sword King is, and you want my help?"
Yang Yan was completely bewildered.
"The appearance of the Demon Sword King is actually closely related to our Hidden Takano."
Rankotaro seemed to be lost in memories.
“Eight hundred years ago, Japan produced a peerless swordsman. He roamed the country with only his sword, invincible. Because no one survived his blade, people called him Yaksha. Among the eight heavenly dragons and gods, only Yaksha was capable of slaughter. In Japan at that time, even newborn children would be afraid to cry upon hearing his name. When Yaksha was forty years old, he had already achieved the feat of killing ten thousand people. Every slightly famous school in Japan had been challenged by Yaksha, and some small sects were even wiped out because of his challenges. Just when Yaksha was completely disillusioned with Japanese martial artists, he encountered Xueyin, a traitor who had defected from our Hidden Highland. According to the Hidden Highland records, Xueyin was the most talented sorcerer monk in Hidden Highland at that time. He was hunted down by Hidden Highland for researching forbidden spells and defected. With Yaksha's help, Xueyin escaped Hidden Highland's pursuit.”
Rankotaro took a sip of tea, cleared his throat, and continued.
"It is said that Xueyin, in order to repay Yasha's life-saving grace, decided to help Yasha become a truly invincible master. Xueyin spent five years combining hundreds of forbidden spells to finally complete this Demon Blade Summoning Technique. After Yasha summoned the Demon Blade, he was controlled by its demonic power and killed 70,000 people within a month, turning half of Japan into an infernal hell. The power of the Demon Blade is so strong that we simply cannot resist it. In just three attacks on Yasha, half of the powerful monks of Hidden Highland died under the Demon Blade. If it weren't for the arrival of the high-ranking monk Zuo Jiaming Wang from the Central Plains, who sealed the Demon Blade with the Great Wheel King Subduing Demon Mantra, Japan would no longer exist in the world today,"
Ranjiao Taro said with emotion.
"What kind of Mingwang is he? Why does he care about anything else? What does the destruction of Japan have to do with him..."
Yangyan complained softly.
"Ahem... Lord Yangyan, if the Demon Sword King isn't subdued, he'll probably slaughter everyone in Japan and then head to China, the closest country to Japan. You wouldn't want to see the Demon Sword King go to China, would you?"
Rankotaro coughed and said.
"The Demon Sword King? You can handle that. I believe you can definitely do it. By the way, isn't it said that the Great Wheel King's Demon-Subduing Mantra can seal the Demon Sword? You just need to use it one more time."
Yangyan offered a suggestion.
"The Great Wheel King is the most powerful Buddha in Buddhism in subduing demons. The Great Wheel King's Demon-Subduing Mantra is the highest mantra in Tantric Buddhism. Once the mantra is uttered, the power of the Great Wheel King reappears in the world, and all evil spirits have nowhere to hide. Unfortunately, no one in Japanese Tantric Buddhism has ever received the inheritance of this mantra. Not to mention the Great Wheel King's Demon-Subduing Mantra, we don't even have the next-ranking Peacock Mantra. These mantras are probably only found in China now."
Rankotaro said somewhat awkwardly.
"Don't tell me you want me to steal these mantras for you. I absolutely refuse to be a traitor. How can these national treasures be allowed to circulate abroad?"
Buddhist scriptures from hundreds of years ago are priceless; Yang Yan is determined not to be a traitor.
"We are monks, not thieves. We don't steal things,"
Ranjō Taro quickly explained.
"Hard to say. Ordinary monks don't steal, but you Japanese 'wine-and-meat' monks are a different story,"
Yang Yan said, looking at the old monk with suspicion.
"Nonsense! Look at me, so highly respected, a famous monk throughout Japan. Why would I steal?"
Ranjō Taro said, somewhat aggrieved.
"Speaking of high esteem, the Pope is highly respected, but how many popes in history have committed rape and incest, especially Japanese ones? The perversion of the Japanese is known worldwide,"
Yang Yan shook his head at Ranjō Taro.
"Heaven and earth bear witness, look at me, an upright and selfless old man, a monk who practices asceticism and has no desires. Could such a person be a thief?"
Ranjotaro was getting impatient.
"Not possibly, but definitely. There's a Chinese saying, 'A guilty conscience needs no accuser.' If you're not a thief, why are you in such a hurry to prove you're not? The more you try to prove it, the more guilty you seem."
Yangyan said with absolute certainty.
"Alright then, I won't argue anymore. You say it is, then it is."
Ranjotaro was a little dejected. These Chinese people are too smooth with their tongues.
"See, you finally admitted it yourself. You really are a thief. Confess honestly, what else have you done besides stealing? Have you ever peeped at little girls bathing? Have you ever stolen old women's underwear?"
Yangyan continued to press.
"Master."
A female voice came from outside the door.
"Master Shiranui Mai, please come in and speak."
Ranjotaro regained his composure.
"Thank you, Master."
As the door was pushed open, a beautiful woman in a traditional kimono walked into the room with light steps.
"Wow, a lady!"
Upon seeing this mature beauty he had met a few times, Yang Yan immediately exclaimed. The alluring body, barely covered by tattered cloth, seemed to reappear before Yang Yan's eyes, instantly making his fifth limbs erect.
Chapter 009 Target, Sleeping with a Mature Woman
"Master."
A female voice came from outside the door.
"Sect Leader Shiranui Mai, please come in and speak."
Ranjiao Taro regained his composure.
"Thank you, Master."
As the door opened, a beautiful woman in a traditional kimono walked with light steps into the room.
"Wow, a lady!"
Upon seeing this mature beauty he had met a few times, Yang Yan immediately exclaimed. The alluring body, barely covered by tattered cloth, seemed to reappear before Yang Yan's eyes, instantly making his fifth limbs erect.
"Don't talk nonsense, this is the current sect leader of the Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu, the number one ninja family in Japan."
Ranjiao Taro, sweating profusely, quickly pulled Yang Yan aside and introduced her.
“Master, the Yaksha Demon Blade has reappeared in Japan. If we don’t find a way to resolve this, Japan will once again suffer the same disaster as eight hundred years ago.”
Mai Shiranui suppressed the urge to kill Kagerou and said to Ranjō Taro,
"The power of the Yaksha Demon Blade is beyond what our Hidden Highlands can suppress. I'm trying to persuade Mr. Kagerou to go to the Tibetan Plateau, to the Potala Palace, to help us invite a high-ranking monk skilled in the Great Wheel King's Subduing Demon Mantra to subdue the demon blade."
Ranjō Taro said solemnly.
"Mr. Kagerou is unwilling?"
Mai Shiranui fixed her gaze on Kagerou again.
"It's terrible! Abbot, Master Kyuuri's wound has reopened, we can't control it anymore..."
Before Kagerou could speak, a young monk stumbled into the room and said hurriedly.
"Let's go see."
Ranjō Taro quickly got up and rushed out, with Mai Shiranui and Kagerou following behind. Of course, Kagerou's purpose was ninety percent to watch the spectacle.
"Vajra Garuda, King Gariro, your power is unparalleled, manifest my divine abilities!" As soon as Ranjō Taro entered a large wooden hall, he immediately formed several hand seals, chanting incantations. Upon reaching the middle-aged monk surrounded by hundreds of oil lamps, his hand seals were immediately imprinted on the monk's head.
Kagerou, upon closer inspection, recognized the middle-aged monk as the one who had bravely stormed the naked woman's castle to rescue him. The monk's body was covered in hundreds of deep, bone-revealing wounds, continuously gushing bright red blood. After Ranjō Taro's hand seals were placed on the monk's head, Ranjō Taro's body was immediately enveloped in a faint white light. The white light from his hands flowed towards the middle-aged monk's body, gathering near his wounds, immediately reducing the flow of blood.
"No, it seems the demonic sword that appeared this time is far more powerful than the one that appeared eight hundred years ago. The wounds on Jiuli's body were corroded by the demonic energy of the sword. Although I temporarily suppressed it with my magic and saved his life, I won't be able to suppress it next time it flares up."
After casting the spell, Ranjō Taro, as if he had run dozens of kilometers, sat cross-legged on the ground, panting heavily.
"There will be no next time. Your Hidden Highland clan will be wiped out today."
A cold female voice echoed throughout Hidden Highland.
"Demonic energy, everyone be careful."
Ranjō Taro immediately seemed to regain his strength and rushed out of the main hall to the square in front of it. Ranjō Taro's voice seemed no quieter than the female voice, and it also spread throughout Hidden Highland.
"Eight hundred years ago, you caused Lord Xueyin to suffer greatly. You even colluded with Chinese monks to seal the great Yaksha's demonic sword. Today, I, Yaksha-hime, will use the King of Demonic Swords to wash away the blood of Hidden Highland. Prepare yourselves, accept the wrath of the demonic sword!"
A girl hovering in mid-air, wielding a demonic sword, dressed in black swordsmanship attire, her eyes cold, spoke coldly.
"Such powerful demonic energy..."
The demonic sword released terrifying demonic energy, covering the entire Hidden Highland. Within that raging tide of demonic energy, all the Hidden Highland monks struggled to withstand it, relying solely on their own magical cultivation. The only ones unaffected by the demonic energy were Yangyan and Shiranui Mai.
Yangyan's body seemed to assimilate the demonic energy; the tangible demonic energy had no effect on him whatsoever. Shiranui Mai's body was covered by a strong, solidified red light, which the demonic energy could not penetrate.
"The Fire Dance Butterfly Fan truly lives up to its S-rank divine weapon status. It seems Mai wasn't corrupted by demonic energy because of its protection. Mai, now that the Yaksha Demon Blade has arrived in Hidden Highland, we must leave it here. In a moment, I will lead all the powerful monks of Hidden Highland to perform the secret Blood Lotus Demon Sealing Technique to suppress the Yaksha Demon Blade for fifteen days. During these fifteen days, I hope you will protect Lord Yangyan as he travels to Tibet, China, to find a high-ranking monk proficient in the Great Wheel King Subduing Demon Mantra to cross the sea to Japan and reclaim the demon blade. The hopes of all of Japan rest on your shoulders. I entrust this to you."
Ranjō Taro said solemnly.
"Blood Lotus Technique... I understand, Abbot. Rest assured, I will definitely bring this man back to Japan within fifteen days by finding a high-ranking monk proficient in the Great Wheel King Subduing Demon Mantra."
Mai hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly.
"Everything is settled."
Ranjō Taro bowed to Mai and Yangyan.
"All disciples of Hidden Highland, heed my command! Follow me and unleash the Blood Lotus Technique to suppress the demons!"
Ranjataro loudly relayed the order.
"Trying to use the Blood Lotus Technique against me? You're courting death!"
Yasha-hime roared, raising her demonic sword high. All the demonic energy immediately surged towards the sword as if absorbed by a vortex. After absorbing all the demonic energy, the entire blade of the demonic sword solidified into a pitch-black color, and countless cries and wails emanated from its body.
"Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends, Buddha and I unite, with blood as the guide, lotus incarnation, blood lotus blooms, ghosts and gods retreat, heaven and earth are useless, the divine might of the Bright King!" Ranjataro took off the Buddhist prayer beads that had hung on his chest for decades, held them in his hands, clasped his hands together, and loudly chanted the secret mantra. One hundred and eight prayer beads emitted white light one by one. Ranjataro's skin cracked as if it were glass, and the bright red blood seemed to have a spirit, gathering in the air to the largest prayer bead held in Ranjataro's palm. The blood gathered more and more, spreading rapidly upwards like a plant, quickly forming the shape of a lotus root. The lotus, formed from the blood, bloomed instantly, hundreds of layers unfolding, revealing a Buddha statue resembling a miniature version of the incestuous Taro.
"Die!"
Yasha-hime roared, unleashing a massive, jet-black blade of energy from her demonic sword, directly pressing down on Hidden Takano.
A series of chanting sounds arose, and the lotus formed from the blood began to shrink. The miniature Taro Buddha statue, along with its lotus platform, floated into the air, directly meeting the demonic sword's energy. The moment the Buddha statue touched the demonic sword's energy, it transformed into a crimson light, blocking the attack.
"Heaven and earth are useless, the divine might of the Myō-ō!" The undulating chanting of the secret mantra continued, hundreds of blood lotuses bloomed, and hundreds of Buddha statues rushed forward, crashing into the demonic sword aura that was blocked in mid-air by Ranjō Taro. The red light formed from the Buddha statues merged, growing larger and larger until it covered the sky above Hidden Highland. As the red light closed, Yasha-hime and the demonic sword aura were swallowed by the red light. The red light tumbled and deformed in mid-air, finally gathering into a huge blood lotus. The blood lotus trembled incessantly, and finally, with a whooshing sound, the huge blood lotus fell from the sky, crashing down on Hidden Highland with tremendous force.
"Not good, run!"
Sensing something was wrong, Mai Shiranui suddenly gathered her Yang Flame, her body transforming into a flame, and rushed out into the forest like lightning.
Just a hundred meters away from Hidden Highland, a massive explosion rang out. The powerful impact propelled Mai Shiranui and Kagerou dozens of meters away. Mai Shiranui barely managed to stop, turning around to look back. Hidden Highland, which had protected Japan from demonic invasion for a thousand years, was reduced to ashes in the swirling dust. On the site of Hidden Highland, a giant blood lotus was about to bloom.
"Damn monk, how dare you seal me away! In fifteen days, I will personally turn this entire world into hell!"
The voice of Yasha-hime echoed hatefully from within the blood lotus.
"Hey, you should take your hand off me."
Mai Shiranui said coldly to Kagerou while staring at the blood lotus.
"Haha, I was stunned for a
moment." Kagerou blushed, releasing his hand that was tightly pressing against Mai Shiranui's high breasts, and laughed awkwardly. Goodness, this woman's figure is truly amazing. Even through her clothes, the incredible elasticity almost made Kagerou's nose bleed.
"Fifteen days, only fifteen days."
A familiar voice rang out behind Yang Yan.
"Ah, you rogue old man..."
Yang Yan turned around and saw the little old man with three beautiful granddaughters looking sadly at the beautiful blood lotus.
"What do you mean, 'rascal old man'? You brat, you ate one of my granddaughters and didn't even call me grandpa! What kind of 'rascal old man' are you? Don't you Chinese know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"
The little old man glared at Yang Yan, then solemnly nodded slightly to Shiranui Mai.
"The current sect master of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, Teng Yuanzhai, greets the sect master of the Shiranui-ryu Ninjutsu, Your Excellency Shiranui Mai."
"It is my honor to meet Your Excellency Teng Yuanzhai, the most renowned
martial arts master in Japan. Please guide me." Although the two sects had a long history of conflict, Shiranui Mai was very polite to the old man, who was hailed as the greatest martial arts master in Japan.
"Fifteen days... only fifteen days."
A familiar voice sounded behind Yang Yan.
"Ah, rascal old man..."
Yang Yan turned around and saw the little old man with three beautiful granddaughters looking sadly at the beautiful blood lotus.
"What do you mean, 'hooligan old man'? You brat, you ate one of my granddaughters and didn't even call me grandpa! What kind of hooligan old man are you? Don't you Chinese know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"
The old man glared at Yang Yan, then solemnly nodded slightly to Shiranui Mai.
"The current sect master of the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect, Teng Yuanzhai, greets the sect master of the Shiranui-ryu Ninjutsu, Lady Shiranui Mai."
"It is my honor to meet the renowned number one martial arts master in Japan, Teng Yuanzhai. Please guide me."
Although the two sects have had conflicts for thousands of years, Shiranui Mai was very polite in front of the old man who was known as the number one martial arts master in Japan.
"Lady Shiranui Mai, the reappearance of the Yaksha Demon Blade in Japan is a disaster for Japanese martial arts. I received a message from the abbot of Hidden Takano. I think all the martial arts practitioners in Japan will come. I hope that past grudges will not affect the grand plan to deal with the Yaksha Demon Blade. After all, the Yaksha Demon Blade is the greatest enemy of all martial arts practitioners in Japan."
The old man said very seriously.
“Yes, compared to the disaster that the Yaksha Demon Blade brought to all Japanese martial artists eight hundred years ago, the disputes between various schools are minor matters.”
Mai Shiranui nodded in agreement.
“I never imagined that the Hidden High Master, who had protected Japan for a thousand years, would just disappear like this. Without the Hidden High Master’s suppression, the forces lurking in the darkness will surface again. Even if we destroy the Yaksha Demon Blade, Japan will still suffer many disasters.”
The old man looked at the ruins of the ancient temple, his expression very desolate.
“Lord Tengyuan, according to the instructions of the abbot before his death, I will take this young Chinese man to Tibet to seek the help of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.”
Mai Shiranui said.
“Then you should go first. In the next few days, all the martial artists in Japan will gather here to guard the Yaksha Demon Blade. Even if the Yaksha Demon Blade breaks free of the seal of the high monk Hidden High Master beforehand, we will do our best to keep her here. You must also go and return quickly.”
The old man took out a long wooden sword from somewhere, placed it across his knees, found a large rock, and sat cross-legged in front of the blood lotus.
"Farewell."
Without waiting for Yang Yan's consent, Mai Shiranui picked him up and disappeared from the old man's sight.
"Murder! Help!"
Yang Yan, being carried by Mai Shiranui, felt his body and face constantly slamming against the ground. Everything around him seemed to change rapidly with lightning speed. Mai Shiranui, carrying over a hundred pounds, was able to run faster than a car; the physical abilities of a ninja were truly astonishing to ordinary people.
"Sit tight..."
Finally, Yang Yan was thrown into the passenger seat of a car. With Mai Shiranui's words, the car's electronic start sounded, and the high-end sports car began speeding down the highway.
"You ninjas drive cars too?"
He had thought this beautiful female ninja would take him to Tibet, but instead, she threw him into a convertible sports car after only a short distance.
"Ninjas are people too. Why can't ninjas drive cars?"
Mai Shiranui glared at Yang Yan, then took out a pink phone and skillfully dialed a number.
"Miyake-kun, immediately prepare two plane tickets to Tibet, China, and two passports for me."
Mai Shiranui gave the order to her subordinate on the other end of the phone after connecting.
"She's really nothing like the ninjas I imagined..."
Mai Shiranui's driving speed could only be described as insane. A journey that normally takes five hours was completed in an hour and a half. Of course, as soon as he got out of the car, Kagerou immediately vomited violently, vowing never to ride in this crazy woman's car again.
"Sect Leader, here are your things."
A handsome young man quickly approached, respectfully presenting two plane tickets and two passports with both hands.
"Alright, you can go back now. I have business to attend to in Tibet. Keep an eye on the situation in Hidden Takano and report any changes to me immediately."
Mai Shiranui nodded, flipping through the two passports.
"Let's go."
Mai Shiranui casually handed Kagerou one passport and pulled him quickly towards the waiting room.
"How did you get my photo? And what's wrong with my passport? When did I become Japanese? And why is my name Kame-gata Masao?"
Upon arriving at the waiting room, Yang Yan was immediately dumbfounded as he opened his passport.
"Ninjas are kings of the darkness; they can use any dark means. Forging identities and passports is child's play for ninjas."
Mai Shiranui, completely abandoning her cold ninja demeanor in the crowded environment, smiled sweetly and said. Seeing Mai Shiranui's alluring smile, Yang Yan immediately felt a fire burning within him. The alluring body hidden in the rags in the castle reappeared before his eyes.
"Kame-gata Aiko, identity: Kame-gata Masao's sister… Who the hell made this fake identity? I'm going to kill him!"
After seeing her passport clearly, Mai Shiranui felt an immediate urge to kill.
"What's going on? Is the air conditioning too cold?"
In Tokyo, a girl playing a fighting game in a luxurious mansion shivered.
"Miss Butterfly, did you alter these identity documents?"
A middle-aged woman entered the room with two identity documents.
"Hehe, who told my sister to go to China without me? She went with some creepy-looking old man! Never mind her, I'll take the blame when she gets back."
The girl giggled, proudly looking at her handiwork.
"...Sect Master, this has nothing to do with me, please don't take your anger out on me..."
The middle-aged woman looked up at the sky. The Sect Master should be boarding the plane by now; she hoped she wouldn't upset herself.
"Sister..."
Looking at Mai Shiranui's beautiful face, and thinking about her connection to him on the fake passport, Yang Yan couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you yelling about? Hurry up and go."
As she walked off the plane, Mai Shiranui continued to mentally berate the expert in fake identities within her clan.
"Sister, with our family's immense power, why wasn't anyone there to pick us up at the airport in Tibet?"
Yang Yan asked curiously as they walked out of the airport.
"What do you mean 'our family'? My family has nothing to do with you. Besides, this is Tibet, China, not Japan. No matter how powerful our family is, we can't develop here. Besides the Chinese government, the most powerful organization here is the Tibetan Tantric sect. Compared to other places, the social environment here is frighteningly clean."
Shiranui Mai took a deep breath and said. Although the air was very fresh, the high altitude made it very thin. Fortunately, a ninja's body could withstand pain that ordinary people couldn't, so Shiranui Mai didn't experience any altitude sickness.
"Clean?"
Yang Yan found it a bit strange.
"Tibet is different from anywhere else in the world. It's mainly inhabited by Tibetans, and their only religion is Tantric Buddhism. Tantric Buddhists are the most devout believers of all religions. All the Tibetans here are Tantric Buddhists. Religion is ethnicity, and ethnicity is religion. So the cohesion in Tibet is frightening."
Shiranui Mai continued walking forward.
"Why are the most devout believers Tantric Buddhists?"
Yang Yan asked curiously.
“The deities of all religions are ethereal and elusive. Except for a few people, no one can feel the power of the gods, and no one has ever even seen a god. People always have a somewhat skeptical attitude towards things they haven't seen. But Tibetan Tantric Buddhism worships the Buddha. Although no one has ever seen the Buddha, they can see living Buddhas who possess the power of the Buddha every day. These living Buddhas demonstrate their power to Tibetans every moment, so the faith of Tantric Buddhism is very firm,”
Mai Shiranui said after thinking for a moment.
“I see? Then why don't Japanese Tantric Buddhism have living Buddhas?”
Kagerou continued to ask.
“This… I don't know either.”
Mai Shiranui was clearly unsure about this question.
“Get in the car.”
Mai Shiranui hailed a very old-looking taxi.
“Where to?”
The driver, a middle-aged man, asked in broken Mandarin.
“The place with the most living Buddhas in Tibet is the Potala Palace, so let's go to the Potala Palace.”
Mai Shiranui said to Kagerou in Japanese. Although Mai Shiranui could understand Chinese, she didn't speak it fluently. It was better to leave the task of dealing with Chinese people to Kagerou, a native Chinese speaker.
"Potala Palace, thank you,"
Yang Yan said to the driver.
"Sir, are you here for tourism?"
the driver asked, turning to Yang Yan.
"Why doesn't he take us to the Potala Palace? And why are he asking so many questions? Is he trying to scam us?"
Shiranui Mai said to Yang Yan in Japanese.
"Don't think of Chinese people like you Japanese," Yang Yan
replied in Japanese.
"No, we have some business at the Potala Palace,"
Yang Yan told the driver.
"That's more like it. It's already afternoon, the Potala Palace will be closing soon. If you're just a tourist, you definitely won't be able to visit. Most people going to the Potala Palace now are scholars researching and investigating something."
The driver seemed relieved and started driving.
Several hours later, Yang Yan and Shiranui Mai entered the Potala Palace, the highest level of Tibetan Buddhism.

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