Romantic Young Master [Complete] - 33

Chapter 55 ◆ Slaughtering the Black Dragon

One of them, clearly the leader, went straight to the surveillance vehicle as soon as he got out of the car. He kicked the door twice, waking the people inside. When the two policemen inside, still half-asleep, recognized their leader, they hurriedly got out, bowing and repeatedly saying everything was normal. But the leader slapped them and cursed them!

I immediately felt that the Japanese had sensed something.

Then, more and more Japanese police cars arrived, and the ranks of the officers became increasingly higher. Gradually, even the anti-terrorism special police team arrived, completely surrounding Uncle Ten's villa.

Through conversations between high-ranking Japanese officers, I confirmed that the Japanese police's large-scale arrival wasn't because they had discovered my Destroyer was there, but because the undercover police officer's call had suddenly been interrupted last night, triggering the worst-case scenario in the Japanese police superiors. Too many undercover police officers had died at the hands of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and they were here to rescue them, hence the large-scale mobilization. They weren't immediately breaking down the door to search because they were waiting for a search warrant.

I quickly tidied up: first, I woke Nianli and told her the Japanese police were coming to search the place, and to get dressed quickly. I also erased all traces of the guest room, making it look like it hadn't been occupied in a long time. Then, I took the unconscious Duji and Yuka down to the underground secret room. Uncle Shi's underground room had a secret passage leading to a shop in a nearby block; the residents there were probably members of the Yamaguchi-gumi arranged by Uncle Shi. This was likely an escape route prepared by Uncle Shi's father-in-law in case of emergency.

When I woke Uncle Shi, who was sleeping beside Crown Princess Masako, Nianli had already dressed Duji in the men's clothing she wore yesterday, and I had transformed back into my Japanese appearance.

"Little Dragon, what's wrong?" Uncle Shi asked, somewhat embarrassed, covering his genitals.

"The police are here, they've surrounded the area." "Ah!" Uncle Shi jumped up.

"Don't worry! They're not here for us. One of their bedroom policemen, one of your men, went missing last night. They're here to rescue him, with a large number of officers. They might be searching the house. Just in case, I want to take the three of them away from here." "Ah? How?" I chuckled and said, "I know there's a secret passage leading outside. I can..." "How do you know?" "Uncle Shi! Now is not the time to ask that question. We need to leave quickly." "Xiao Long! No need to leave! This underground secret room is very well hidden. Even the police couldn't find it last time. You don't need to leave." "No! Uncle Shi, I think the police are serious this time. I want to make some noise after we get out to distract the police." "What noise?" "I laughed arrogantly, "Of course it'll be a big commotion! Don't worry, Uncle Shi!" "Alright! Xiao Long, be careful!" Uncle Shi, who had already wrapped a towel around himself, turned on the switch for the underground passage for me, pointing to the passage and saying, "There's a general store 150 meters from here. I'll notify them. Xiao Long, be careful!" "I know! Uncle Shi, you be careful too! The Japanese Crown Princess is here..." "Don't worry! Xiao Long, as soon as I get up there, I'll shut off all the switches in the secret rooms. The Japanese police won't find it unless they use excavators." Uncle Shi is too naive. Science is so advanced now. It's not like the old days of tunnel warfare. High-tech X-ray vision, scanning equipment, or well-trained police dogs can easily find the slightest clues of people coming and going from the secret passage entrance. So I need to find a place to make a big commotion immediately to attract the attention of the Japanese police. Otherwise, if I go on a killing spree here, unless I can safely move Uncle Shi and his family to a safe place afterward, Uncle Shi's life will be ruined. Without further ado, I quickly led the three women with psychic powers away.

At that moment, I finally witnessed the power of psychic abilities. The sleeping bitch and Poison Princess, under the influence of psychic power, floated in mid-air, flying forward like weightless objects in space. This power was completely different from my internal energy manipulation. Under the influence of psychic power, I couldn't sense any connection between the object and its wielder; only the electrical activity in psychic-induced pituitary glands was unusually high, and adrenaline levels rose. If this were used against me, I wouldn't know how to defend myself.

The shop owner, having received Uncle Ten's notification, immediately opened the secret passage and let us out (to avoid attracting attention, psychic power and I each carried one). Without any conversation, he pointed directly to the alley leading to the northern street, then quickly closed the secret passage's hidden door and piled up miscellaneous items. His movements were swift and practiced. As we walked out of the shop, the owner immediately closed the door again, as if nothing had happened.

Nianli and I finally woke up the women we were each holding. I was naturally holding the little bitch, because only I knew how to release pressure points.

"Ah! Where are we?" Poison Princess and the little bitch exclaimed almost simultaneously.

"On the streets of Kyoto! Let's go!" But where to go! Those hateful Japanese police had expanded the curfew to the outskirts of the area. Although the checks weren't as thorough as around Uncle Ten's villa, it was still quite troublesome. Should we charge in? It would definitely alert the Japanese, and I was afraid it would implicate Uncle Ten. If we didn't leave quickly, we might not have time to create a big commotion to attract the Japanese police's attention.

Just then, a police car drove up from the street in the distance. It caught my attention not only because the driver was a rather charming and curvaceous Japanese policewoman, but also because she brought a search warrant. This policewoman wasn't exactly a stunning beauty on the surface, maybe a 60 out of 100. But in a police force where female officers are few and far between, and even fewer are conventionally beautiful, a policewoman of her caliber is quite rare. Therefore, she could be considered a "police flower." Not to mention, wearing the dark blue uniform of a Japanese policewoman, she looked so spirited and dashing, possessing a graceful and elegant demeanor befitting a Japanese professional woman—a refined and captivating charm. This is probably my fatal attraction to uniforms.

Moreover, to my alluring eyes, beneath her uniform lay a delicate, alluring, and sexy body. This description isn't to say her figure was particularly slender, tall, or captivating, but rather that her skin, her lower body, was the most beautiful and alluring thing I had ever seen. First, her skin was so smooth and delicate that it left me in awe. Her body was supple and boneless, with very little body hair and blemishes, perhaps due to her frequent consumption of seafood. It was astonishingly white, yet without a single vein. Her pubic hair was almost nonexistent; she was truly a "white tiger," not something artificially enhanced. Especially from her beautiful vulva to her charming anus, it was incredibly white and smooth, without a single wrinkle, completely white and tender—beautiful, or perhaps not at all, yet full but not thick. And that wasn't all; her inner walls, or rather, the folds of flesh within, were miraculously beautiful, like budding rose petals, a vibrant red that was quite lovely. I almost doubted my eyes; could a woman's genitals be so exquisitely beautiful? Unfortunately, her face wasn't particularly outstanding, though still charming and alluring. Second, her breasts weren't large or firm enough. Third, her figure wasn't particularly tall and slender, but still petite and delicate. It's a real shame that such a beautiful woman isn't a virgin.

Perhaps that's the balance; nothing in this world is absolutely perfect.

But imperfection aside, I've developed a desire to collect her, at least to have some fun with such a fascinating woman.

Wait a minute! I noticed that everything this policewoman uses is expensive. For example, her exquisite watch is inlaid with blue diamonds, and her lingerie is all designer brands used by top European and American models and wealthy women—sexy, fashionable, and incredibly valuable. Furthermore, she exudes an air of wealth and arrogance, an aura that no nouveau riche or kept woman could cultivate in a short time. She must come from an extremely wealthy and noble family, yet she's a lowly policewoman, doing such trivial tasks as delivering search warrants—it's truly unimaginable.

There's another male police officer in the car, but judging from his respectful manner towards the policewoman beside him, it's clearly not because of the stars on her shoulder, but probably because of her family background.

Never mind, time is running out. I unleashed my inner energy, and the policewoman and the male police officer immediately lost consciousness. The car continued to approach, albeit in a slightly different direction.

As it drew closer, it veered off and stopped at the edge of the alley where I was standing, then reversed into the alley.

Taking advantage of the empty alley, the male policeman "ran" out of the car, opened the trunk, climbed in, and closed it—the eyesore vanished instantly. Nianli and I immediately got into the car, with me sitting in the passenger seat next to the policewoman.

The policewoman immediately turned the steering wheel, and the car turned around, heading towards Kyoto's Kita Ward.

My destination was Hirano Shrine, the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society.

Touching the "Sword Master's Blade" in my hand and the soda bottle containing the "poison" of the Poison Princess Flower Face, I was finally about to avenge my enemies! I hoped those bastards would all be on duty soon.

Riding in a police car was undoubtedly convenient; no one stopped or checked me, and I passed smoothly through Nakagyo Ward to Kita Ward.

Upon entering Nakagyo Ward, I noticed that while the security in Kita Ward didn't appear as tight as in other wards, it was actually secretly well-prepared. For example, right past the Great General Yashinari Shrine, numerous armed men, some carrying knives and guns, even sniper rifles, were lurking in hotels, geisha houses, small restaurants, pubs, cars, and alleys. While most were sound asleep, a few kept a close watch on pedestrians and drivers, each equipped with a walkie-talkie. Surveillance cameras were ubiquitous, yet not a single police officer was in sight.

The closer I got to Hirano Shrine, the more ambushes appeared, including various light and heavy machine guns and rocket launchers.

These were the Black Dragon Society bastards, knowing how to use ambush tactics to wait for me to fall into their trap. Excellent! Your dedication to working overtime is commendable! The worry about not being able to gather everyone and having to search for you is completely gone. All these Black Dragon Society members are probably gathered here. I'll slaughter you all, you sons of bitches, or I'll change my surname to yours!

The entrance to Hirano Shrine was eerily quiet, yet I knew 321 people were lying in ambush inside. Most were asleep, but several ninjas in ninja attire were hidden on the beams of the main hall, intently watching the entrance for extended periods, not daring to relax for a moment. These were probably hired Iga or Koga ninjas. And every sleeping Black Dragon Society bastard was either fully clothed, clutching a sword, or embracing a gun, seemingly unafraid of accidental discharge—a classic case of seeing enemies everywhere, hearing the wind and hearing the cries of cranes.

I am the storm brewing before the spring rain! Destroying everything in its path! But let's take it slow. I don't want them to die comfortably in their sleep; I want them to suffer hellish torment and pain to quell my hatred!

Early in the morning, there were very few pedestrians and vehicles around Hirano Shrine and even Hirano Tenmangu Shrine. The Japanese police had probably already reached some kind of agreement with the Black Dragon Society, with the Black Dragon Society handling the security around their area. That's why there wasn't a single policeman in sight. Therefore, the appearance of my police car immediately attracted the attention of the Black Dragon Society. Japanese soldiers were constantly being awakened, and more and more Japanese soldiers were releasing their safety and aiming their guns at my police car.

But I didn't care at all. I knew they were waiting for orders; otherwise, who knows how many more people would have been shot dead in front of Hirano Shrine. If there was anything that worried me, it was the mysterious power of the Sword Sect. But because this was a sacred moment for me, focused entirely on avenging my family, I didn't want to be distracted. So I deliberately avoided exploring or sensing the Sword Sect and its forbidden area to the north, which was completely open to investigation.

As the car approached the shrine, it slowed down.

It stopped gently, and I pulled the policewoman, whom I had already awakened, out of the car. I carried the "Sword Master's Blade" on my shoulder in my other hand. The poison gas canister was left in the car. I told Nianli and the others to wait for me in the car; things would be done soon.

"Let me go! Who are you?" The policewoman struggled fiercely, but couldn't break free from my grip.

"Come stroll with me, little darling." I smiled as I climbed the steps.

"Who's your little darling! You pervert! You bastard! Let me go!" "Heh! I like your personality. You'd better struggle hard when I rape you later!" "You..." The weak policewoman was finally dragged into the gate of Hirano Shrine.

"What's your name?" I asked with a smile.

"Hmph!" The policewoman tossed her head, arrogantly ignoring me.

"Alright then! Since you don't want to say, I'll give you a name! Hmm! How about 'Sow Needs to Be Fucked'?" The policewoman screamed, "No! My name is Tojo Hidemi." I exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? Your grandfather wouldn't be Tojo Hideki, would he? I really 'admire' him!" "So what if he is?!" Tojo Hidemi shouted.

Damn! What a coincidence, could she and the Tojo father and daughter I killed in Taiwan be related? Another descendant of a "prestigious family"! I've only been in Japan for a few days and I can just grab any old Japanese devil who invaded China. It seems that what some people say about Japan's invasion of China decades ago, or even earlier, was absolutely true. Yet some Chinese people still say that this was the work of a few Japanese devils. Damn! A few Japanese devils could occupy most of China? I don't know whether to say they are deceiving themselves or defending the invaders. I feel ashamed to have such Chinese people! Now, all I have to do is repay the Japanese devils with their shame and pain. "It's nothing special, just showing you what it's like to slaughter pigs and dogs." "Ah!" Tojo Hidemi struggled in vain as I dragged her along.

"Halt! Who goes there?" a Japanese soldier shouted in front of the main hall. The alarm bells rang throughout the shrine, probably even reaching the Sword Sect. All the Black Dragon Society soldiers jumped up in alarm and rushed over, some lying in ambush inside the hall, others watching from afar, slowly gathering.

I continued walking as if they were nothing, not even bothering to speak. Attention, however, was drawn to a secluded storage warehouse in the northeast corner of Hirano Shrine. Deep beneath it lay a large, secret chamber containing a vast amount of information on all members of the Black Dragon Society, from its founders to its current members worldwide. This included figures like "Lee Teng-hui," "Xi Rongrong," "Yue Jiaju," "Lu Sijia," and "Gu Yiming," as well as numerous secret members from around the world, particularly in Taiwan, Hong Kong, and mainland China. Many held important positions in government or companies. For example, the Japanese spy at my Hua's Shanghai branch was also a Black Dragon Society member. These members constantly sought and created opportunities to approach influential figures, ready to carry out their schemes once the time was right or they received orders, just like their approach to my "Xi Rongrong." At that moment, I instantly learned the information of all the Black Dragon Society devils I had slaughtered and those about to be slaughtered. What pained and angered me was that many of the likes of "Yue Jiaju" and "Gu Yiming" were actually Chinese, and "Lu Sijia" was of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent. Even among the hundreds of Black Dragon Society devils currently on the outskirts, two were Chinese. Furthermore, among the 2414 memorial tablets enshrined in the rear hall of this shrine, seven bore the names of Chinese people. Not to mention how many Chinese people the Black Dragon Society had recruited in mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan to work for the Japanese. A prime example is Lee Teng-hui, that bastard who constantly proclaimed his love for Taiwan and his dedication to it, who was actually the biggest spy, a Black Dragon Society agent, while the Taiwanese people remained completely unaware.

My heart aches! What's wrong with the Chinese people? Why can't they unite? Is the cohesion of the Chinese people really that weak?

I'm furious! These so-called "Chinese people"—no! I shouldn't consider them Chinese. Since they don't want to be Chinese, let them all go to hell!

Besides the files on Black Dragon Society members, the secret room also contained detailed records of every "glorious" deed the Black Dragon Society had committed since its inception. For example, it recorded how someone bribed a Chinese official before the Japanese invasion of China to obtain military intelligence, which led to the Japanese army's easy occupation of Fengtian (Shenyang) in Northeast China; and how someone's suggestion to use kidnapping, extortion, and property seizure greatly increased the Black Dragon Society's operating funds, eliminating the need for secret funding from the Japanese government. Therefore, there were numerous kidnapping and extortion cases, most of which were very successful and carried out with great secrecy. If the Japanese hadn't been so meticulous in recording everything, how would I have known that the Black Dragon Society had amassed so much blood-stained money? The tragedies involving the Chu and Hua families occurred against this backdrop. However, because of this, the Black Dragon Society also suffered unprecedented setbacks and blows. The Taiwan branch of the Black Dragon Society was almost completely wiped out, with 392 deaths. Adding the 51 losses from the Hong Kong branch, this doesn't even include the losses of the Black Dragon Society's hired assassins in both locations. Adding the 115 Black Dragon Society members killed last night at the Tokyo branch, I believe that after this battle, the number of memorial tablets enshrined in the Hirano Shrine's rear hall will soon approach 4,000.

No! I will never allow these damned Japanese devils to receive any offerings or worship. These inhuman beings who have committed countless evil deeds deserve only to go to hell; their souls will never find peace.

I will memorize the Black Dragon Society's files and information from around the world, and watch how I eradicate them completely. I will also memorize the Black Dragon Society's bank account numbers and passwords worldwide. As for the keys needed for the large amounts of jewelry, gold, stocks, bonds, and property deeds stored in bank safe deposit boxes, I won't bother collecting them; I've already noted the banks where they are held, and I can simply retrieve them when I have time.

Perhaps intimidated by my murderous aura, the Black Dragon Society members unconsciously retreated, making way for me. They naturally noticed the unusual, clearly extraordinary Japanese sword I carried on my shoulder. Paired with the policewoman in uniform beside me, it was quite an odd pair.

"Let him in!" a clear voice rang out from inside the hall.

I strode in with a haughty smile. There wasn't a single Chinese person inside the shrine. Perhaps the Japanese didn't trust the Chinese, so the Chinese members of the Black Dragon Society couldn't enter their territory; hence, there were no Chinese here. But could the two Chinese men on the outer perimeter be Chinese agents, double agents? Oh well, even if they were likely Chinese spies, I could only adopt a "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" attitude, at most giving them a quick death.

In the center of the hall was another statue of Amaterasu Omikami. In the center of the main hall before the statue stood a middle-aged Japanese man in his fifties, shrewd and imposing, sporting a peculiar Hitler-esque mustache (what era is this?). He wore a black kimono with a black dragon emblem embroidered on both sides of the chest, but he carried no weapons. He was none other than Umekawa Naiku, the leader of the Black Dragon Society mentioned in the materials (he wasn't wearing underwear under his kimono, because it was Japanese diapers).

Around him, and indeed throughout the entire hall, stood a dense crowd of Black Dragon Society members, some wielding swords, others brandishing guns. Several of them were women, but unfortunately, none of them were pretty. Now, they all wore white headbands, the pattern on their foreheads being a menacing black dragon. They stared at me with expressions ranging from tense and angry to disdainful and expressionless.

I was about to burst into laughter, deliver a murderous speech, and begin my slaughter when one of the Black Dragon Society members (his file indicated his name was Kato Kenta, the leader of the Yaksha group in the Kyoto branch) yelled at me, "Kimoto! What are you doing? Why aren't you in Tokyo? What are you doing at headquarters? Everyone in your group is dead, why aren't you? Where have you been all day?" His tone was completely that of a superior reprimanding a subordinate.

I immediately realized that my current appearance was that of the Black Dragon Society member I had killed and replaced (Nakamura Kimoto was a member of the rapier group in the Tokyo branch). I immediately laughed and said, "Sorry! I'm not Kimoto! I killed Kimoto." With that, I revealed my true appearance. The instantaneous change in my appearance stunned and shocked all the Black Dragon Society members present, even Tojo Hidemi, who was standing nearby, was astonished by my transformation and stood frozen in shock.

"You…" Kato Kenta was too terrified to speak, pointing at me and stammering.

"Miss Emi! What are you doing here?" an old Japanese soldier from the Black Dragon Society (his name, according to the records, is Yamamoto Tatsuya, the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society) shouted. It seemed he knew Tojo Emi.

But what caught my attention more was the "Sword Master's Blade" I was carrying on my shoulder, and I stammered, "You... this... where did this sword come from? Who are you?" He had clearly recognized the "Sword Master's Blade."

Anyway, I'm going to kill everyone here. I'm not afraid of you finding out my true face and identity. As soon as I finished thinking this, wireless communication within a one-kilometer radius immediately failed, leaving only wired telephones usable. All the weapons held by the Black Dragon Society members outside Hirano Shrine were thrown from their hands, flying into the air, and then instantly disintegrating into pieces in mid-air. In the shock and panic of the Black Dragon Society soldiers, these pieces suddenly shot rapidly towards their owners, evenly distributed throughout their bodies and piercing into various parts. The screams had barely left their mouths when the last piece (mostly the bolt) accurately pierced through their cheeks, tongues, and then cheeks again, directly causing their screams to become indistinct.

That's not all. All the fragments were in chaotic "movement," like rats scurrying around in a crotch. The immediate scene was that most of the Black Dragon Society's Japanese soldiers instantly fainted from the pain, then were awakened by the excruciating pain, and then fainted again...

Who told them they couldn't see my performance? So I let them enjoy it early. Anyway, they were all going to end up like this sooner or later. As the saying goes, "The sooner you die, the sooner you'll be reincarnated, the less lonely you'll be in the underworld!" However, those two "Chinese" were released without much pain, and their bodies were intact. I hope they'll have some guts when they're reincarnated next time, or they shouldn't be reincarnated in China.

"No underwear? You have good eyesight! You recognized 'Sword Master's Blade' so quickly!" I lightly swung my hand, and the scabbard of "Sword Master's Blade" flew out like lightning, instantly embedding itself deeply into the wooden pillar.

The immediate consequence was that all the Black Dragon Society members with guns, thinking I was about to attack, immediately opened fire on me without waiting for orders. A hail of gunfire erupted, and even the six ninjas on the beams instantly launched 56 ninja shuriken and other concealed weapons, causing the policewoman, Hana Tojo Emi, to scream in terror.

But seven or eight seconds later, the screaming policewoman, Hana Tojo Emi, strangely realized she hadn't been hit. Opening her eyes, she saw that the people around her were still firing, but all the bullets not only failed to penetrate the surrounding area (about one foot), but also fell to the ground, covering it completely. Among them were ninja shuriken, blowguns, and other concealed weapons. It was as if a protective shield was in place.

"Stop! Stop now!!" the Black Dragon Society's leader, who wasn't wearing underwear, shouted.

Shocked, terrified, and furious, the Black Dragon Society soldiers reluctantly ceased firing. Seeing me standing there easily and nonchalantly, some of them secretly switched to third magazines, while the Black Dragon Society soldiers wielding swords secretly took a few steps back.

"Who are you?"

the man without underwear asked. "Hua Ruilong, Chinese! The future heir to the Hua Group in Taiwan, I'm sure you're familiar with him, right?" My face turned cold.

"You...you...what do you want...to do?" The man without underwear gasped, clearly very familiar with the fate of the Black Dragon Society's Taiwan branch and the members he later sent to Taiwan on missions.

"Revenge!" I sneered.

"Did you kill the people in my Taiwan and Tokyo branches?" "Yes! Just not enough people, not enough to satisfy my urges. Unlike the 132 people here, 201 outside, plus the 683 around the shrine, are all your Black Dragon Society members here?" I laughed.

"Baka!!" Immediately, four Black Dragon Society soldiers wielding swords roared and charged forward, raising their swords to strike.

"Sword Master's Blade" swirled lightly, instantly breaking the swords and severing the arms and legs of these four men, though only one couldn't bear the pain and screamed in agony.

"Stop! Where did you get this sword? Let go of Miss Yingmei!" the woman without underwear shouted angrily.

"I got it from the Japanese Imperial Palace! Do you recognize this sword?" "Yes," the woman without underwear replied, her voice much softer now.

"Then kneel down!" I roared, my voice echoing through the hall. With a flourish of my sword, I pointed it directly at the Black Dragon Society leader, who wasn't wearing underwear.

"...Yes! Greetings, Amaterasu Omikami!" The Black Dragon Society leader hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly knelt, performing the highest level of Japanese prostration, like a poisonous princess.

Most of the Black Dragon Society members were immediately dumbfounded. Before they could understand what was happening, several high-ranking members beside the one not wearing underwear followed suit. Forced to kneel, all the Black Dragon Society members followed suit, even those outside the hall, like a domino effect.

Only the four injured Black Dragon Society members lying on the ground were at a loss, perhaps unsure whether to kneel down with them or continue lying there groaning. The six ninjas on the beam were also embarrassed. They naturally recognized the "Sword Master's Blade," but they were on a mission, and it was clearly inappropriate to perform a kneeling and worship ceremony on the beam. However, not worshipping a sacred object would be considered extremely disrespectful, so they were very awkward. The scene was very strange!

"Hmph! Hahaha!" I laughed triumphantly, which must have sounded very grating to the ears of these Black Dragon Society devils.

"Let me go!" Tojo Emi struggled again, pushing and hitting me.

But I pulled her and she immediately fell into my arms. I laughed and lifted her up by her buttocks with one hand. My left hand slipped through her skirt and grasped Tojo Emi's fair buttocks. I believe many Black Dragon Society devils could see it clearly if they looked up. That wasn't all. With a flick of my middle finger, the fashionable, expensive black lace panties worn by the policewoman, Hidemi Tojo, instantly and lewdly exposed the area between her buttocks and cleft. Her hairless, smooth vulva was clearly visible to the Black Dragon Society member who was looking up. At the same time, my pants automatically opened, and my penis sprang out, instantly pressing against the beautiful, exquisite vulva of the policewoman, Hidemi Tojo. In the blink of an eye, it became erect, thick and large.

"Damn it! Stop it!" Yamamoto Ryu, the one who had been called Hidemi Tojo earlier, shouted angrily, so excited that he was about to rush over to rescue her. Clearly, he had a special relationship with the Tojo family.

The policewoman, Hidemi Tojo, finally came to her senses and struggled violently, hitting me incessantly, but to no avail.

I loosened my grip slightly, and immediately with a "plop!" sound, my large penis was already more than halfway inserted. Then, the policewoman, Hidemi, cried out in pain as I thrust into her to the deepest point, as if deflowering her. So tight! I felt a surge of pleasure, secretly cheering. It seemed the Japanese men who had sex with the policewoman were all pushovers.

So, I defiantly embraced her, thrusting into her while turning around so that more of the kneeling Black Dragon Society devils could see me, a Chinese man, raping their woman right before their eyes. This scene was incredibly exciting and satisfying, and it made me feel even more vengeful! I laughed, "How about it? You Japanese devils don't have anything as good as mine, do you? Those who disagree can show it off! Hahaha!" My erection became even more intense.

Although all the Black Dragon Society devils were furious, I also noticed that many of the younger ones had lecherous glints in their eyes as they watched me openly raping their female comrade. Many of them swallowed hard, seemingly filled with envy and jealousy. After hearing my demonstration, boasting, and arrogance, they felt more resentment and indignation, wanting to win glory for their country and regain face. However, they were all too weak in terms of male endowment, so they looked around, hoping that one of their compatriots would step forward and wipe away the shame.

But after looking at each other and pushing and shoving for a while, no one dared to step forward and make a fool of themselves, feeling utterly humiliated and seemingly forgetting the important matter.

My arrogant laughter echoed even more unrestrainedly in the hall, accompanied by the various "splattering" and "crackling" sounds of intense and exciting sex. I also raunched off lewd comments and exclaimed (commenting on the lewdness of Japanese women and mocking the uselessness and shamelessness of Japanese men), talking endlessly about my feelings at that moment, thoroughly humiliating these Japanese devils who, in my eyes, were no different from the dead. The most wonderful thing was that under my might, the policewoman, Hidemi Tojo, couldn't help but moan and cry out, the volume growing louder and louder. Gradually, she began to cooperate, shaking and swaying against me, even secretly kissing my face. Her wanton and lewd behavior completely trampled on the dignity of all the Black Dragon Society members, like rubbing salt into their wounds! This was perhaps more satisfying and gratifying than killing them! It gave me a greater sense of revenge!

I loved it! Haha!!

"Stop! Let go of Miss Hidemi!! Thud…" The one who wasn't wearing underwear finally reached the extreme of shame and indignation, stood up, shouted loudly, and then spat out blood.

All the Black Dragon Society members immediately stood up as well, cursing and shouting.

"Haha! You should have said 'Stop fucking!' or 'Stop fucking!' Do you think I can stop now? Look at your slutty, despicable Japanese woman, how much she enjoys being fucked by me! She doesn't even care about you bunch of scum enjoying your free entertainment. Look how tightly her legs are clamped around me! Look how wildly her slutty ass is shaking! Hahaha!!" At the same time, the hand that was holding the policewoman's ass also touched the point where our genitals were joined, spitting: "Look at your Yingmei lady, how wet she is here!" and showing the filth on my hand.

"Kill him! Take back 'Sword Master's Blade'!" he roared, not wearing underwear.

"Yes!!" The numerous sword-wielding Japanese soldiers of the Black Dragon Society immediately surged forward. They probably thought that many hands could kill an elephant, bullets were useless, and that their close-quarters combat skills with Japanese swords could dismember me, so they swarmed forward like a tide.

No suspense! No mercy! But I didn't hack indiscriminately, because I didn't want them to die easily! Only torture and pain could teach them that while harming others, they too could be slaughtered! With each strike, I avoided the vital points of these Black Dragon Society soldiers: cutting off hands, severing feet, beheading ears, gouging out eyes, stabbing buttocks, severing waists, and even cracking open the skulls of several of them, though I didn't damage their brains. However, they clutched their cold heads, either dying of fright on the spot or tripping over them, spilling their white brain matter and marrow onto the ground, their brains like shattered tofu—a truly horrifying sight!

But I felt no nausea or unease. When I sheathed my sword, the ground around me was littered with Black Dragon Society soldiers, their limbs mangled and screaming in agony. Including the four in front of me, there were 75 in total, one of whom was a female soldier.

The remaining Black Dragon Society soldiers, their guns already loaded, immediately opened fire on me for the second time, even those outside the main hall joined in.

I roared, and a massive sonic wave, carrying unparalleled true energy, instantly deflected all the incoming bullets, striking and piercing the hands or arms of all the Black Dragon Society soldiers who had fired. Then, a second and third bullet shattered their kneecaps. In excruciating pain, the Black Dragon Society soldiers threw down their guns and knelt down.

In the blink of an eye, no one fired again.

Meanwhile, the Black Dragon Society soldiers outside Hirano Shrine, after enduring hellish torture, were finally discovered by passersby: one, unable to bear the immense pain, smashed his head against the windshield of a car, sticking most of his body out, letting out a piercing scream. This finally caught the attention of an elderly woman who was passing by early in the morning, who found a public phone and called the police.

Good! The police surrounding Uncle Shi's villa will arrive soon.

Then, hotel staff discovered the horrific scene: one Black Dragon Society soldier jumped from a window originally used for observation and sniping to escape; another smashed his head against a guest room door, though his lower body remained stuck (this amusing scene was something I improvised, inspired by the cartoon "Tom and Jerry"), but the mangled, bloodied face covered in splinters nearly made the staff faint…

"Ah!" A low growl rang out, and four of the six ninjas on the beams finally leaped down from four directions, raising their katana and slashing at me.

Although I had no direct hatred for these ninjas, they were aiding and abetting evil, and being Japanese, whom I disliked, I decided to cruelly dismember them. So I threw the "Sword Master's Blade" into the air, and it immediately began to spin and fly at high speed like a helicopter rotor. "Impenetrable" would be inaccurate, because the "Sword Master's Blade" was like a giant meat grinder, waiting for fresh meat to be ground.

The four ninjas were clearly skilled; sensing danger, they immediately tried to escape, changing their attack from slashing to thrusting, attempting to use the tip of their swords to strike the tip of the ninja's thrusting sword, hoping to gain momentum in mid-air and escape the horrific fate of being dismembered. But with my intervention, their escape plan failed. The tips of the four ninja swords didn't collide with each other as they intended. Their previously confident swordsmanship "missed," the tips narrowly missing each other by a hair's breadth, leaving them with no leverage. They could only watch helplessly as they plummeted under gravity, about to be crushed. Their struggles and fear were all in vain.

Meanwhile, having freed my right hand by throwing away the "Sword of the Square," I joined in the humiliation of Tojo Emi. I ripped off the policewoman's panties and stuffed them inside her, leaving most of them sticking out. This act of creating "little tails" had become a recent addiction, a favorite habit of lewdly torturing Japanese women! Then, as if nothing had happened, I carried Emi towards the Black Dragon Society leader. Amid screams

, pieces of flesh flew, and blood mist sprayed down, but not a drop landed on me or the policewoman in my arms. The four ninjas were gone just like that! Even their ninja swords were shattered into pieces, at least ten or more. The Black Dragon Society leader, who wasn't wearing underwear, and his men were probably only now truly experiencing fear. Even though they had faced countless life-or-death situations and witnessed countless bloody scenes, this was happening to them. They were all trembling with fear, their legs and teeth chattering, struggling to breathe. One young Black Dragon Society soldier had even lost control of his bladder.

The two remaining ninjas on the roof beam clearly realized the disparity in strength; staying to fight to the death would be futile. After making a gesture, they decisively broke through the roof, intending to split up and escape—perhaps to get reinforcements, or simply to flee for their lives, the farther the better, probably never wanting to see me again, never wanting to witness the horrors of this hell.

How could I let them escape? I dragged the two ninjas back to the floor of the main hall with my true energy. Their fall and landing were simply awful. The height of the fall caused multiple fractures, but not fatal ones. After the initial dizziness came the gradually clearing, intense pain. They were probably already regretting taking on this "mission." The "

Sword Master's Blade" technique, however, gracefully slowed its speed before spinning in the air, finally landing gently in my hand. No martial arts director in any wuxia film could have designed such a beautiful and stylish move. It's a pity that no beauty (Tojo Emi was facing away and didn't see it, and her attention was on me) or anyone who could survive five minutes appreciated my elegant movements and posture. What a waste! What a regret! What a failure! These terrified Japanese scum, their faces either ashen or screaming hysterically, didn't deserve to appreciate my elegance, and I didn't want them to live more than five minutes.

However, I was quite pleased with the shock, fear, and taste of death my swift and decisive actions inflicted on them.

As I coldly pointed my "Sword Master's Blade" directly at the man who wasn't wearing underwear, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Everyone, charge! Kill this Chinese pig!" Good grief! He only had seven Japanese soldiers left; what "everyone"? They were all on the ground! I mockingly slashed down with my sword. An invisible sword aura pierced the air with deadly force. "Sizzle! Thud!" Two sounds rang out, and the man's left shoulder and left leg, who wasn't wearing underwear, were cleanly severed by my sword aura, slamming to the ground. He then collapsed, but he was tough enough not to utter a single scream. The statue of Amaterasu was also split in two by my sword aura, but it didn't collapse. If you didn't look closely, you'd think it was intact, demonstrating the immense power of my sword strike!

Two of the seven Black Dragon Society soldiers immediately went to help their leader, and five—no! Four more—shouted and desperately rushed forward, because the other one, the one who had lost control of his bladder, was probably too terrified to move, trembling uncontrollably. Of the four Japanese soldiers who pounced on me, one was unarmed, probably intending to strangle me.

I showed him no mercy. With a few swift strokes of my "Sword Master's Blade," the four soldiers were instantly severed of their limbs by my sword energy, becoming writhing, groaning blood demons.

"You...you...you...don't...come closer...I...I...I'm not afraid...afraid of you...don't think...you're...handsome...I...I...just...just...dare not..." The cowardly, incontinent fellow was terrified, stammering and incoherent.

But this is interesting! Fine! Since you're so sweet-talking, I'll give you a quick death! I swung my sword, another burst of sword energy shooting out, instantly cleaving the cowardly soldier in two. He went straight to meet Amaterasu without much pain.

At this moment, two Japanese soldiers supporting the leader of the Black Dragon Society each picked up a sword, intending to fight to the death. However, they were immediately sent flying by my true energy, crashing heavily into the statue of Amaterasu, before falling to the ground. Not only were they suffering multiple fractures, but all four limbs were completely shattered. The bone fragments were intertwined with nerves, causing immense pain—a fate worse than death. Who told him to be a high-ranking member of the Black Dragon Society!

Outside the hall, 27 Black Dragon Society soldiers remained. Seeing this situation, 18 still bravely rushed in, while the remaining 9, realizing the danger , turned and fled.

But their escape resulted in the same fate as the fractured Black Dragon Society member: they were neatly embedded in the wall, not falling down. The wall was deeply dented, like human gemstones set in a ring. Their postures varied, some gruesome, some comical, but they all shared one common characteristic: the foul blood flowing from their bodies slowly trickled down the white wall, gradually pooling on the ground.

The 18 men who rushed forward to fight to the death were fortunate enough to witness the sharpness of the "Sword Master's Blade," lying in pools of blood, their limbs mangled.

The last one, the middle-aged Japanese man supporting the Black Dragon Society leader, tried to ambush me from behind, but was instead subjected to a slow

, agonizing death. At this moment, Tojo Emi, having just emerged from her climax, saw the carnage and mutilated bodies scattered on the ground and screamed in terror, "Ah—you murderous devil..." She cried out, pounding my chest and shoulders, and even tried to hit my head.

But I dislocated her arm, rendering her powerless to resist. I sneered, "Hmph! Murderous devil!? You Japanese devils know how to turn the tables! Do you know? This consequence is entirely caused by the Black Dragon Society! Not to mention how many Chinese you Japanese devils slaughtered during your decades of invasion of China, this is just retribution. Hmph! You even dared to kill my father, I'm already being merciful by not destroying Japan." With a heavy thrust, the beautiful vulva of the policewoman Emi was immediately badly injured.

"Ah...it hurts so much...boohoo..." "Hmph! What's this! Do you know how your Japanese devils ravaged Chinese women back then? How about trying to cut off breasts and disembowelment? Or skinning and severing limbs? Or like Unit 731?" I thrust hard again.

"Ah...no! Please! Let me go! Please! I...we Japanese were wrong! I confess to you! I beg your forgiveness...let me go! I...boohoo..." The policewoman Yingmei, terrified, kept bowing and apologizing.

"Ha! Isn't it too late? And it's not enough for you to just admit your guilt! To this day, your Japanese government not only refuses to take responsibility for the war of aggression against China, but also keeps beautifying and covering it up. You don't even have the courage to admit your crimes. You Japanese are truly hopeless!" "Ugh... This... This can't be entirely... blamed on... us Japanese... It was the Americans who prevented us from paying reparations because they didn't want China to become strong, and they... used us to confront China. We... had no choice..." "Hmph! You're quite good at sophistry! What you said isn't without merit, but you Japanese still haven't realized the mistake of starting the war. That's unforgivable! And you still have ambitions towards Taiwan and China!" "..." "Why aren't you sophistrying anymore? Say something!" I poked her little hole again.

"Ah... ooh... I'm sorry... it was Japan's fault... Please... Your Excellency... forgive us... I'm willing to offer myself to you... Please forgive us... Ah... ooh..." "Is that so? Then show me!" Instantly, I took back her arm, put her down, and pressed her down, making her kneel in front of me. My big, wet penis immediately pointed directly at her face.

Policewoman Tojo Emi naturally knew what to do. She leaned in and took it in, ignoring the discomfort and pain in her lower body, sucking and stroking, trying her best to please me.

"No! Our Yamato people are the noblest and most excellent! How can we do such a thing for stupid and inferior Chinese people? Shut up! Emi! You are a descendant of the great Tojo family, how... um..." The Black Dragon Society leader's mouth, which was still babbling, was immediately blocked by a severed wrist.

"Hmph! Excellent? Noble? Bullshit! You bunch of trash, scum! Bastards! Worse than pigs and dogs! Go to hell!" I swung out the "Sword Master's Blade," wielding the sword and flying through the air. Starting with the Black Dragon Society leader who wasn't wearing underwear, the entire hall was a flurry of activity, a true mass slaughter.

However, I didn't kill them immediately; I was very careful with my sword, avoiding vital points, much like the Chinese practice of slow slicing! I didn't even spare the nine Japanese soldiers stuck to the wall.

When I sheathed my sword, all the Black Dragon Society soldiers, whether dead or alive, were mutilated beyond recognition, their flesh mangled, neither human nor ghost. Oh! No, at least the one who had lost control of his bladder and was dismembered by my sword was relatively intact.

Blood flowed like a pool in the hall, limbs were scattered everywhere, and those still breathing were groaning and screaming in agony. The scene was like a scene from hell.

I, however, comfortably held the head of the policewoman, Tojo Hidemi, and kept thrusting my hips. Meanwhile, Emi covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly, afraid to see or hear anything happening inside the hall. She probably only hoped to please me so I would let her go; she was terrified of death!

The Black Dragon Society soldiers outside the shrine had also been tortured to near extinction. Many couldn't endure it and sought release, while others, incapacitated, could only wait for death to come.

Finally, police cars arrived from Kamigyo, Nakagyo, and Nishikyo wards. I should leave too!

I had intended to finish off Tojo Emi, but considering her unusual status, and her body… well, it was fun to play with again, so I decided to let her go for now. I pulled my large penis out of her mouth, lifted her legs and placed them on my waist, and thrust it back into the beautiful vagina of the policewoman Emi. Her vagina was now red and swollen, but even more alluring. Watching her crawl on the ground gave me a special kind of pleasure!

"Ah..." Yingmei finally saw an even more horrifying scene on the ground: many skinless, bloodied and mangled things were writhing. She immediately fainted.

To avoid getting blood on herself, I grabbed the policewoman and leaped through the air. The scabbard inserted into the pillar also left the main hall along with "Sword Master's Blade."

For such a large-scale massacre of the Japanese Black Dragon Society devils for revenge, I felt no remorse, unease, or hesitation, only the satisfaction of revenge! Even if the Black Dragon Society wasn't completely eradicated, it must have been severely weakened.

I woke up the policewoman, Tojo Yingmei, because I liked the way she crawled on the ground in her Japanese policewoman uniform, but her police hat fell off and rolled to the side. But it didn't matter; I could take it all with me, just like "Sword Master's Blade" following behind.

I was just worried that if Nenli saw me like this, she might have a problem with me. So I let Nenli sleep for a while!

Just as I was about to subdue the mental force, I was overjoyed at having avenged my great enemy, and with the Japanese police about to arrive, I stretched my probing true energy to its limit. The North District, which I had deliberately avoided for the time being, the Sword Sect, and the forbidden area of the Sword Sect, which was said to be the residence of Amaterasu, immediately appeared in my field of vision. I was immediately shocked and forgot to fuck the beautiful policewoman in front of me.

Chapter 56 ◆ The Secrets of the Sword Sect

What shocked me first was the Sword Sect's vast (Japanese-style) castle complex. On the main wall of one of the main halls hung the same painting I had seen in the Kendo Hall of the Japanese Imperial Palace. However, this painting was definitely the original, while the one in the Japanese Imperial Palace was a copy. This painting was not only very old, but the clothes, hairstyles, and appearances of the figures were also different from those in the Japanese Imperial Palace, although the postures, sword styles, and the size of the figures were exactly the same. The figure in the painting is dressed in clothing from the Tang Dynasty of ancient China. Although his hair is loose, it is flowing and unlike the hairstyle of ancient Japanese men. He should be Master Gao Xingyu, holding a sword with a graceful and imposing posture.

However, this portrait of the master is obscured by another painting and a curtain. The painting obscuring the master depicts a stunningly beautiful woman from ancient Japan. She wears ancient Japanese court attire, which is similar to the court dress of the Tang Dynasty in China, but also differs from the court dress of later Japanese women. She appears very dignified, noble, and ethereal. But that's not all. The most remarkable thing is that the portrait has a fusion of Chinese and Western styles. It has the style of ancient Chinese meticulous brushwork, as well as the realistic feel of Western sketching and oil painting. The figure is realistic and full-bodied, with a harmonious and balanced figure. It is simply lifelike and beautiful beyond compare! This painting is as old as the one obscured, probably over a thousand years old.

I suspect the figure in the painting is Himiko, the Queen of Yamatai. This is probably her true appearance, completely different from other Japanese depictions of Amaterasu (with exaggerated fullness and simple lines). It's very likely that this painting was done by my master, Gao Xingyu. Because in the backyard, garden, and pavilion of the Sword Sect, there are portraits and statues of similar figures everywhere on stone tablets and carvings, some alone, some together. Several paintings and carvings even depict their sexual acts, the intensity and beauty of which are truly breathtaking and enviable. Some of the poses I've never even tried, such as several high-difficulty poses that clearly involve flying. Especially at the summit of North Mountain, besides the carving of "Watching the Sunrise" mentioned by the Poison Princess, there's a hidden carving under the moss depicting my master, Xingyu, sitting smiling on a rock, while Amaterasu stands with her arms upside down, her mouth holding his penis, her legs raised in a split, exposed to his wanton pleasure. It seems this carving is definitely my master's work.

It seems Master really did have an affair with Amaterasu, the Japanese goddess!

But the truth is more than just Master and Amaterasu; there are many more images of me etched in the space behind that wall in the Sword Sect's backyard, a wall even taller than the Forbidden City. The only gate of that sturdy wall seems to have been sealed off for over a thousand years—the gate is sealed shut by neatly piled-up boulders, the outer gray wall has long since crumbled away, and is now completely covered by thick ivy, morning glories, and other plants. A huge stone tablet stands before the stone steps of the gate, inscribed with four large traditional Chinese characters: "Unauthorized Entry Will Be Killed!"

This is probably the forbidden area of the Sword Sect!

Behind the wall are three rows of tall trees arranged in a staggered pattern: cypress, hemlock, Pacific fir, and spruce, which only grows in North America. They are all over a thousand years old here, and their huge, dense canopies completely isolate all the secrets within the forbidden area. Even climbing to the highest point of the six-story castle tower, one cannot glimpse its mysteries.

But it couldn't stop my true energy probing!

The flat area within the forbidden zone was roughly the same size as the previous one, but the buildings were pitifully few and much smaller. Twelve independent, garden-style ancient buildings (on the surface) were cleverly connected by various ingeniously crafted corridors, small bridges, vine caves, stone caves, and tree hollows, like the arrangement of a constellation. These twelve buildings, resembling both Chinese and Japanese gardens, transcended the limitations of earth, wood, and stone, magically combining materials such as trees, vines, bamboo, gemstones, jade, metal, glass, and ice to create a mesmerizing space like a paradise.

For example, let's start with the "Xingluo Pavilion," located on the far west side, which resembles both a pavilion and a wooden, stone, and vine-covered house. The "Xingluo Pavilion" is carved from a single, massive basalt rock, with several rare and precious types of wood extending from its interior to its exterior, suspended above a lotus pond. The water is clear, and rare, unidentified fish either swim on the pond's bottom or rest on the pond's stones, which are composed entirely of various sizes of absolutely rare and precious gemstones (all uncarved), or peck at the vines hanging from the pond. These vines are formed by three enormous vines that wrap around the stone house, radiating outwards like a giant parasol. To my knowledge, I only recognized grapevines and honeysuckle vines. As for the third type, I don't recognize it. It might be some kind of endangered vine from a tropical rainforest or the Amazon rainforest. Now it's blooming with beautiful purple flowers, tightly intertwined with grapevines laden with ripe fruit and lush honeysuckle vines, forming a huge, dense canopy that completely covers "Xingluo Pavilion" and the surrounding lotus pond. These three vines, all over a thousand years old, not only haven't taken away the life from the water lilies and giant water lilies in the pond, but they also haven't fought each other for nutrients, sunlight, or living space. They're all growing very well, clearly due to human intervention. The three tightly intertwined vines not only completely envelop "Xingluo Pavilion," but also form a covered bridge over the pond, connecting to the next "Xinghai Terrace." The interior of "Xingluoxuan" was entirely Japanese-style, with bamboo blinds, tatami mats, embroidered pillows, brocade quilts, and seven soft carpets woven from the furs of seven rare and precious animals. However, the patterns on these carpets were all erotic paintings, depicting Amaterasu being sexually assaulted. And that wasn't all; similar paintings were also found on the stone walls, wooden walls, and floors, though they were mostly cleverly inlaid with various gemstones. However, there were three distinct styles of erotic paintings: the first was clearly my master's work—exaggerated, vibrant, and evocative; the second seemed related to me—delicate, lifelike, and striving for realism; and the third was clearly subtle, not in the style of my master or me. I guessed it was probably created by Amaterasu herself, and certainly not by a third man. The only respectable thing was that the three traditional Chinese characters for "Xingluoxuan" at the entrance were inlaid with blue diamonds.

It seems Amaterasu really existed!

If none of the above was enough to shock me, then "Xinghaitai" would definitely leave me quite astonished! Although I already knew about the existence of aliens from Tang Huina's mother, and I had even received a "toy" from an alien civilization, seeing the layout of the "Star Sea Platform" firsthand left me utterly dumbfounded. The "Star Sea Platform" was filled with all sorts of equipment and instruments far beyond Earth's technology, like the control panel of a spaceship in a science fiction movie. All the equipment was operational. The main screen in the center displayed the view of space overhead, probably obtained through an instrument resembling an astronomical telescope on the rooftop of the "Star Sea Platform," though I felt that complex "telescope" seemed to have offensive capabilities. Four of the six smaller screens appeared to be monitoring displays, showing the surrounding area of the restricted zone, while the other two screens clearly displayed various data and the status values of the instruments and equipment. But not only was there no one inside the "Star Sea Platform," but there wasn't a single person in the entire restricted zone. Where was Amaterasu? Also, it felt as if the ultra-high-tech equipment inside the "Star Sea Platform" had been dismantled from somewhere else and then reinstalled. The "Starry Sea Terrace" is basically constructed from a single alloy casting, with a metal composition very similar to the "Sword Master's Blade." If one insists on identifying any parts as cobbled together or assembled, then I believe they are instruments and equipment salvaged from who-knows-where. That's not the strangest part; the strangest thing is that the roof of the "Starry Sea Terrace" is mostly made of ice blocks, covered with what appears to be the kind of thatched grass used by ancient people to build huts. Even the three Chinese characters for "Starry Sea Terrace" are carved from root. So, on the surface, the "Starry Sea Terrace" appears to be just a very quiet and elegant thatched hut, but unbeknownst to anyone, its technological civilization is many years ahead of Earth's.

Could the Japanese Amaterasu Omikami be some kind of alien? Or perhaps, as Tang Huina's mother said, an alien remnant race?

To the north of "Xinghaitai" lies a wooden pavilion called "Banxingju," with a hot spring connecting its interior and exterior. Various artificial hills, flowers, and trees are interspersed throughout, creating scenic views that are both practical and breathtaking. The numerous gemstones and jewels inlaid throughout appear so natural and elegant, not at all gaudy. After admiring them, one can only feel that these precious and rare gems should be used as they are. However, a few lifelike, erotically explicit statues of Amaterasu instantly lend the pavilion a sensual and alluring air. The three Chinese characters for "Banxingju" are carved from bamboo, but not in traditional characters; they are simplified characters, clearly the work of a master craftsman.

South of "Xinghaitai" and "Banxingju" is a tall wooden and stone training room called "Xingyuguan". The room is full of various cold weapons, the most numerous of which are throwing knives stuck everywhere (even the stone walls are covered with them). There are as many as 1,022 of them, all of different shapes and materials. Even the three characters "Xingyuguan" are composed of throwing knives. Of course, these three simplified characters were also written by the master.

Connecting "Banxingju" and "Xingyuguan" is a beautiful, complex, and exquisitely crafted building called "Mixinglou," a tower within a tower, with gardens within towers, built entirely in the style of ancient Chinese palaces. This type of architecture seems to have only appeared in historical records as the "Milou" in Yang Guang's capital palace, though this tower within a tower is much smaller, a miniature version. But though small, it is complete in every detail, everything is extremely luxurious and magnificent. Many of the rare items displayed are legendary artifacts and unique pieces said to have been destroyed in war and calamities, such as the "Ruyi Carriage" parked in the downstairs hall and the "Imperial Concubine Carriage" parked in the upstairs garden. These were the two most prized "sexual instruments" of the notoriously licentious Emperor Yang Guang, upon which countless young and beautiful women have stained their bodies, yet after a thousand years, they remain intact, without even a speck of dust. Did Master collect these? Or was it me? Or perhaps Amaterasu? Looking at the huge erotic painting hanging in the hall, the male protagonist in the painting is clearly me! A group of naked beauties surround the Ruyi chariot, several of them pushing it up to the Mixing Tower, while I, in high spirits, am having a vigorous one-night stand with the bound and gaunt Amaterasu on the Ruyi chariot. The delicate and realistic style of the figures in the painting seems to be my own work.

So, does this mean I will indeed travel through time and return to ancient times, and meet my master again? But looking at the erotic painting of Amaterasu, there's no three-way scene of me and my master going up to Amaterasu together, which means I won't meet my master…

And look at this forbidden area, spotless, without weeds, not broken tiles, not rotten wood, fat fish swimming around, even a huge tortoise in the courtyard is lazily lying there, seemingly without a care in the world for food. Even the fallen leaves are so orderly; there are no fallen leaves in the streams, ponds, or hot springs. Right! There don't seem to be any annoying insects like mosquitoes or flies either. All of this indicates that not only does someone live within the forbidden area, but it's not an ordinary person living there; the owner is almost obvious.

But can anyone really live for a thousand years? Wouldn't someone who lives for a thousand years become a deity? If Amaterasu really became a deity, how could she allow my master and I to lewdly abuse her like that?

There are only three possibilities: First, my master and I have also become deities, at least more powerful than Amaterasu; second, my master or I have done Amaterasu a favor, or perhaps Amaterasu was even created by my master and me, so she had no choice but to obey; third, the Japanese are simply inherently masochistic, and their gods especially enjoy being defiled.

Hehe! No matter which one it is, I'm blessed! The slight worry in my heart has disappeared. It seems this revenge trip to Japan was very worthwhile! And very rewarding!

Just look at the relationship with Amaterasu in the erotic paintings, and after a thousand years, she still hasn't destroyed these shameful "evidence"—it's clear… no wonder I can so recklessly slaughter the Japanese without anyone stopping me.

But where is Amaterasu now? Judging from my feelings on the plane yesterday, that should have been Amaterasu's perception of me. She should have known I was coming and come to greet me! Is she embarrassed? Or am I not a deity now and can't subdue her? Seeing that her perception reaches further than mine means she's stronger than me, at least her true energy is much greater.

Perhaps she knows I came to Japan for revenge, so Amaterasu, as Japan's guardian deity, has to hide to avoid an awkward encounter?

Hmph! If that's the case, I'll definitely make amends for her rudeness and disrespect! Hehe…

In high spirits, I naturally pushed the policewoman Yingmei out, my body throbbing repeatedly, while simultaneously using my psychic powers to suppress her.

And then there's the divine abode of Amaterasu.

The "Mixed Star Pavilion" is clearly a copy of Emperor Yang of Sui's "Mixed Tower." It's unbelievable that over a thousand years ago, ancient China could build such exquisite and beautiful architecture. Even all the gardens in Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Yangzhou combined today couldn't compare to this "Mixed Star Pavilion." While marveling at its beauty, a touch of regret lingers. How could such exquisite architecture end up in Japan? If all the beautiful ancient Chinese buildings could be preserved intact, including Qin Shi Huang's Epang Palace and Yang Guang's "Mixed Tower," they would certainly surpass this "Mixed Star Pavilion." After all, even the best condensed collection can't compare to the original. It's just that the ancient Chinese had a habit of setting fires after looting to cover up their crimes. No, wait! The Western devils did the same; burning the Old Summer Palace was also to cover up their atrocities and evils.

Alas! It seems all people on Earth are the same!

To the right of "Mixinglou" (迷星楼) is a stream flowing down from Beishan Mountain, cascading down to form a series of small waterfalls. It must be even more beautiful during the rainy season when there is more water. When it reaches Mixinglou, one of the streams branches off into a larger hot spring pool next to it, probably for regulating the water temperature, making the "Ningzhi Pool" (凝脂池) resemble the Big Dipper, creating seven hot spring pools of different temperatures, sizes, and shapes. To their right is the large Japanese-style house "Qingxingsha" (情星舍), which is exceptionally exquisite and elegant. Although it lacks the carved beams and painted rafters and heavy decorations of Chinese style, every pillar, every wooden plank, and every door is a masterpiece of craftsmanship. They are decorated with either shallow reliefs or exquisite pyrography, and then protected with a transparent varnish equivalent to modern ones, preserving the original color of the wood. It is incredible that it has been preserved so well and beautifully after so many years and the ravages of time, but there is a reason for it. The sculptures and paintings depict individual flowers, birds, fish, and ladies, or large-scale landscapes resembling "Along the River During the Qingming Festival." However, one large ceramic wall in the hall features over a hundred erotic paintings depicting myself and eighty-one Japanese beauties in sexual acts. In each painting, I am depicted in either two or three acts of sexual intercourse with a single beauty, each in a unique and varied pose. The central heroine is undoubtedly Amaterasu, whose figure is almost perfect. She is depicted dealing with three of me, her three orifices filled with my penetration. The scene is exceptionally erotic and obscene, definitely not suitable for children!

Actually, the least suitable for children are the nude statues of Amaterasu scattered throughout the forbidden area. While their proportions resemble Western styles, their postures and expressions are anything but dignified. Yet, miraculously, a noble, elegant, and serene quality is perfectly integrated into these extremely sexy, charming, alluring, lewd, and seductive statues. Every imaginable sexual position and every highly seductive charm can be found in the statues of Amaterasu. Moreover, each statue is exceptionally beautiful, even the extremely obscene 4P figures are aesthetically pleasing, truly masterpieces among classics, and many are my own work, as the male protagonists are indeed mostly based on me. The

"Love Star House" is richly furnished with daily necessities, including not only ancient kimonos but also modern robes, cosmetics, and even lingerie. In addition, there are modern household appliances, all luxurious, which makes me believe that the mistress of the house has always lived in the "Love Star House."

In front of the "Love Star House" is the "Gathering Star Study," filled with various books from ancient and modern times, clearly indicating it was a study.

Behind the "Love Star House" is the "Star and Moon Pavilion," a pavilion that, despite its name, can be used for living, primarily for appreciating the beauty of nature.

To the right of the "Gathering Star Study" is the "Star Qin Pavilion," filled with various ancient and modern musical instruments, suggesting that Amaterasu had a wide range of interests; if she could play all of them, she would be considered quite multi-talented.

To the right of "Qingxingshe" (情星舍), across the bridge, lies "Xiaoxingyuan" (晓星院), a courtyard and building slightly smaller and less refined than "Qingxingshe." Judging from the girls' belongings and clothing inside, it was clear that someone lived there, and they were quite young. One room was even furnished with modern furniture, from chandeliers and wall lamps to a television and a soft bed, along with toys and dolls—a typical young girl's boudoir. Did Amaterasu have a child? Or was it adopted?

To the right of "Xiaoxingyuan," at the easternmost edge of the forbidden area, is a three-story Sino-Japanese hybrid building called "Zongxingge" (纵星阁). The ground floor, a structure of earth, stone, and ceramic, was used for storage. The second and third floors, with an inner wood structure and a gold-plated exterior, served both as living quarters and a guard post.

Behind "Zongxingge" is "Xingxiangyuan" (星相苑), which, besides being elegant and comfortable, features a tall crystal greenhouse on the east side. The greenhouse boasts an incredibly rich variety of plants, many of which I didn't recognize; some are probably extinct in the outside world. If none of this is surprising, then there's the house nestled against the mountain, which serves as the entrance to a cave deep within the mountain.

The cave is vast, lit by modern electric lights, neither damp nor stuffy. It contains not only comfortable modern living quarters, but also a hot spring, warehouses, and laboratories. In the innermost, and most securely guarded, secret room, there are weapons and equipment clearly from an extraterrestrial civilization, arranged in a way that suggests they haven't been touched in a long time.

It seems extraterrestrial civilizations are constantly arriving on Earth, and are everywhere! I've begun to take it all for granted.

The arrangement of the "Twelve Star Houses" resembles a human eye. The "Starry Night Pavilion," along with the "Starry Night Residence," "Starry Gathering Pavilion," and "Star and Moon Pavilion," are like the pupils, except the whites of the eyes are colorful. This is because the area around the "Twelve Star Houses" is filled with various trees (mostly tall osmanthus, magnolia, camphor, cherry, and maple trees) and flowers (most of which can survive the winter without being kept in a greenhouse), or artificial mountains and strange rocks (including famous ornamental stones and gemstones from around the world). With the current season, many leaves have turned red and yellow, complementing the flowing streams, hot springs, and pools reflecting the blue sky, creating a vibrant and colorful eye. The North Mountain slope forest (a natural forest full of towering trees) with its rising mist resembles the eyelids, while the North Mountain ridge peeking out from the morning mist resembles a beautiful woman's delicate eyebrows, full of tender affection.

Unfortunately, the Sword Sect's front courtyard, serving as the "eye's" center, is filled with rows of houses and towering buildings, completely ruining the overall beauty.

Sure enough, that bunch of rascals practicing their swordsmanship early in the morning within the Sword Sect, upon hearing the alarm from Hirano Shrine, scrambled together in a chaotic frenzy, vying to rush over and meddle. If I weren't in such a good mood right now, I would definitely wipe out the entire Sword Sect! Immediately!

Also, I must consider my master's hard work in founding the sect, because I've just found compelling evidence—on the rock beside the main gate of the Sword Sect, there are inscribed traditional Chinese characters: "In the spring of the third year of Kaihuang, I crossed the sea to Japan. Traveling to the four islands of the East, I met a beautiful queen. Spreading the essence of Chinese culture, I founded the Sword Sect. Good deeds benefit both countries; evil deeds will be punished. (Signed) Xingyu."

My master's words are easy to understand, the meaning simple and clear. Kaihuang should be the reign title of Emperor Wen of Sui, and the third year of Kaihuang is approximately 583 AD, which is 1413 years ago in 1996. No wonder even a single stone carving or painting left in the forbidden area is over a thousand years old. My master left a warning to the Japanese in his last sentence, but his words were sealed with lime or something similar, seemingly hundreds or even thousands of years ago. His sword diagram was also obscured. I suspect that the Japanese, with their selfish, narrow-minded, and ungrateful nature, coupled with their arrogant, stubborn, and extremely inferiority complex, cannot accept the fact that my master, Xingyu, was the man of their revered Amaterasu Omikami. Therefore, they are desperately trying to cover up the truth. Now, within the Sword Sect, all traces left by my master are covered up. As for why they weren't simply chiseled up and burned, I guess the Japanese are afraid of angering their god.

At the same time, I also realized something: my master's deification had nothing to do with me; I was merely a descendant enjoying the fruits of his labor. An indescribable sense of loss and jealousy was vented on Yingmei, and I also poured excrement on all the memorial tablets worshipped by the Black Dragon Society, not even sparing the area outside the main hall. One can imagine the scene the Japanese created while cleaning up! Haha!

My jealousy of my master vanished instantly. Yes! A real man should achieve his own glorious accomplishments. I believe I am no less capable than my master. When I see him, I will show him that his disciple has not disgraced him.

When Yuka and Hana, who were waiting obediently in the car, saw me pushing the policewoman and doing this as I came out of Hirano Shrine, they were stunned. Although there were few pedestrians in front of the shrine early in the morning, it didn't mean there was no one there. Not only had I openly raped a Japanese policewoman in broad daylight, but I had also greatly desecrated the shrine.

I, however, didn't care and continued pushing the policewoman, who was crawling on the ground with her hands, to the police car. I let her hold onto the car body, and then arrogantly fucked her for another minute. Under the stunned gazes of several pedestrians, I finally resumed the embracing position I had in the main hall with the policewoman, Yingmei. After a few thrusts, I opened the door to the now-steady police car and got into the driver's seat.

I then realized that Japanese cars were indeed inconvenient; even police cars were cramped, making sex very difficult. Yingmei, who had been hooked around my waist, could only place her legs on either side of the seat, but it was still uncomfortable. The steering wheel was pressing against her back. Fortunately, I didn't need to pay attention to the road ahead to drive. However, Yingmei, straddling my lap, couldn't straighten her head because of the low roof, so she had to rest her head on my shoulder. She was also embarrassed to make eye contact with the two women in the back seat, her pretty face flushed red.

But the pleasure still made her slender waist sway slightly, her buttocks tremble, and she let out intermittent moans. I, however, chuckled smugly and started the car. That's right! I even arrogantly turned on the police lights and sirens, as if I wanted the whole world to know I was up to something

. Yingmei, however, was even more embarrassed and could only cling to me, burying her face in my shoulder, afraid to look at anything. She knew that even if she objected, it would be useless .

The police car sped westward, sirens blaring.

The occasional fleeting glances from pedestrians only increased my excitement and thrill. Who else could be so brazen, so daring, so unrestrained in openly having sex with a Japanese policewoman on the streets of Kyoto? It was an unprecedented and unparalleled feat! Pedestrians rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things. Worse still, oncoming cars either crashed into roadside trash cans or rear-ended the cars in front, including three police cars that had come to provide backup. Who told me to drive so slowly on purpose! Heh!

I'm sure the Kyoto Police Department will become incredibly famous after this! As for whether some people will be dismissed, that's not my concern, and I'd be happy to see that happen.

At the next intersection, I finally turned off the siren and floored the accelerator, quickly turning north. I guessed that the headquarters of the Flower Ninja must be not far from Amaterasu's residence, otherwise, how could they be considered Amaterasu's guard?

"Flower Face, which way do we go now?" I asked with a smile.

Poisonous Flower Face naturally knew what I was asking, and after a moment of silence, she replied, "Turn left, turn right, turn left again, turn right again... until you see the Sky Curtain Tavern..."

I also understood that Flower Face's left and right turns were actually to avoid possible tracking and the attention of pedestrians. Driving like this was actually heading north, around the North Mountain. I guessed that the headquarters of the Flower Ninja was on the north slope of the North Mountain, and beyond the mountain was Amaterasu's forbidden southern slope.

Although I had been unrestrained and indulging in wanton debauchery, I had never relaxed my surveillance of the surrounding area.

The Kyoto police finally arrived at Hirano Shrine and sealed off several streets around the shrine.

Then, heavily armed Self-Defense Forces arrived in armored vehicles, as if facing a major enemy, and the sealed-off area expanded to more than a dozen streets.

The scoundrels from the Sword Sect were ultimately not allowed to join the fun.

However, a dozen or so old guys from the Sword Sect did arrive one after another. Even though I didn't recognize them, judging from their luxury cars parked outside and the large group of bodyguards and guards stationed outside the Sword Sect, I knew they were either veteran figures who had once controlled various forces in Japan, or extremely influential individuals. Fortunately, I found their files in a secret room of the Sword Sect, so I learned the names of these dozen or so old devils.

Musashi Yu, Yamazaki Hiroshi, Tengoro, Mori Mitsui, Takeda Heijiro, Shimazu Hisayama, Ishibashi Senzo, Kishi Nobueyoshi, Honda Takuya, Sato Kio, Ikeda Satoshi, Tanaka Tatsuo, Miki Hayato, Fukuda Kenji, Ishihara Hashiriku, and Suzuki Zenko.

These old devils were all quite influential figures, some had been prime ministers or speakers of parliament, and some were business tycoons. Strangely, some were from the Self-Awareness Party, while others were from the Social Democratic Party, the Democratic Party, and the Komeito Party, but none were from the Japanese Communist Party. Yet, they were all gathered together, and their relationships seemed close.

I see they all share a common characteristic: they are all right-wing figures, likely the core leaders of the Japanese right wing, or perhaps behind-the-scenes organizations, playing a decision-making and supportive role. Given their wealth and influence, it's no wonder Japan is becoming increasingly right-wing, with more and more right-wing supporters, even daring to openly challenge the United States.

Looking at the information, at least four-fifths of the old Japanese devils haven't arrived yet. This Sword Sect is probably a high-class club for these Japanese elites, a gathering place for the core right-wing figures.

If Master knew that the Sword Sect he founded had become a gathering place for Japanese right-wing figures, I wonder if he would launch an "annihilation" attack.

Does the "Sword Master's Blade" have any binding force on them?

Ha! Thinking too much. Even without that slut from Amaterasu, if I wanted to beat them up, they wouldn't be able to back down! Hmph!

Those old Japanese devils are gathered in a meeting hall discussing the massacre at Hirano Shrine, gathering information from various sources, each expressing their own opinions. At most, the Japanese are asking who did it.

Suddenly, Tengu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and asked, "Why hasn't Fujita-oka arrived yet?" Tengu, a relative of the Emperor, was a former prince who had voluntarily relinquished his imperial status. He was a tycoon in the Japanese newspaper industry and the controlling shareholder of Japan's largest cable media company, currently managed by his daughter, Kaifu (Tengu) Rina. The Fujita-oka he was referring to was the former leader of the Black Dragon Society, who had recently retired.

A middle-aged Japanese man sitting in a corner replied, "They've been notified. He's on his way, possibly... passing by Hirano Shrine..."

I immediately focused my attention on a not-so-luxurious black Toyota car driving towards the Sword Sect Gate. After careful examination, I confirmed that the old Japanese man in the car was indeed Fujita-oka from the records, the former leader of the Black Dragon Society. Looking at his old bones, he seemed to have one foot in the grave.

I decided that regardless of whether he was related to the tragedy in my family, I would simply send him on his way, determined not to let him die peacefully, and to give the group of Black Dragon Society devils going to hell a lively companion on their journey. Today is the Black Dragon Society's "grand day!"

After I saw the Sky Curtain Tavern, Hua Yan pointed to a small road leading up the mountain and said, "Go that way."

Fujita Gang also got out of the car and, supported by his bodyguards, was shakily climbing the stone steps of the Sword Sect. Of course, I wouldn't let him enter the Sword Sect smoothly, so I paralyzed the pressure points of Fujita Gang's bodyguards. The two bodyguards went numb and their grip loosened, and Fujita Gang, like a felled tree, fell down the steps before my eyes.

By the time the two bodyguards reacted, Fujita Gang had already tumbled down seven or eight meters of the stone steps.

But strangely, the large group of bodyguards and guards at the bottom of the steps didn't immediately help the broken and bleeding Fujita Gang; instead, they all knelt down facing the Sword Sect, kowtowing and prostrating themselves in fear, as if worshipping a god.

I suddenly understood. For over a thousand years, Amaterasu must have had ways of punishing those who dared to offend or anger her. This tumbling down those twenty-odd meters of stone steps was one such punishment. Anyone who rolled down the steps was considered to have angered Amaterasu and was being punished. No one cared if you were innocent; after all, questioning the goddess might make you the next unlucky one. Moreover, not everyone had the privilege of witnessing Amaterasu's divine intervention. Sure

enough, the gatekeepers outside the Sword Sect, dressed like welcoming monks (wearing clothes resembling those of a Yasukuni Shrine priest presiding over a ritual), quickly prostrated themselves before the gate, kowtowing repeatedly with utmost piety.

This triggered a chain reaction, influencing a large number of people, even the dozen or so old Japanese soldiers who had rushed over, quickly prostrating themselves before the Amaterasu statue.

Soon, there were no more Japanese soldiers standing inside or outside the Sword Sect.

I felt incredibly exhilarated. What would they think if they saw the numerous lewd nude statues of Amaterasu and erotic paintings featuring her in the forbidden area? Or what would they think if they saw their Amaterasu being ravished by me?

With a heart full of joy, I turned the car onto the dirt road leading uphill, confident that Uncle Shi's crisis was over.

As the road narrowed and the forest thickened, an ancient temple, inhabited only by a few elderly nuns, came into view, without even a name.

But in front of the temple was a small stone tablet with four Chinese characters: "No Entry for Tourists!"

I saw 147 women, all dressed in beautiful kimonos, kneeling quietly and gracefully in front of a dozen or so elegant old Japanese houses in a valley filled with bamboo forests, after passing through the bamboo forest path behind the temple.

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