Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 7 Chapter 3

Chapter Three: The Phantom of Blood Feud

escaped from that crevice, and I was truly grateful for my good fortune. With my current cultivation level, the heat wave that spread to the surrounding area wouldn't cause me much harm, but I would definitely be discovered by Yu Hong, which would be troublesome.

Recalling Yu Hong's seductive appearance as she intensely masturbated in the cave, her long, fair, beautiful legs, her firm, round, white buttocks, writhing uncontrollably in her excitement and passion, my heart suddenly burned with heat, and I couldn't wait to find a place to release my pent-up desires.

However, reason calmed me down, and I thought about the factors behind Yu Hong's actions.

A few months ago in the Southern Barbarian Lands, Yu Hong, whom I captured, not only suffered my insane and lustless rape, but was also subjected to various forms of training, combined with drugs and psychological torture, to completely transform her body, making her extremely sensitive and sexually craving. This was then combined with my sadistic training, trying to make her uncontrollably excited and have physiological reactions whenever she exposed her skin in front of others.

If not for time constraints, this training would have been almost a complete success. Later, under the coercion of the orcs during that naked volleyball match, she suffered a mental breakdown, lost her mind, and almost became a female beast drooling over the orcs' genitals.

At that time, I was bewitched, abandoning my insistence on training her, and charged into the orcs' ranks to rescue her. Otherwise, if Yu Hong had really been overwhelmed and repeatedly raped by the orcs, her shattered body and mind would have been completely corrupted, with no way back. Afterwards, I used the Hellish God of Lust technique to fuse the Feather Clan's secret treasure, "Phoenix Blood Soul," into her body, allowing her to regain her strength. By chance, she also obtained the blood of the phoenix, further enhancing her martial arts.

However, the aftereffects were already apparent at that time.

The phoenix is reborn from the ashes and is inherently a high-temperature creature. This characteristic will manifest itself during combat and when blood circulation is rapid. Those who possess the blood of the phoenix will have their body temperature rise instantly as blood circulation accelerates. If they cannot properly dissipate heat, they will be burned to ashes by their own high body temperature during combat.

I don't know how the Phoenix Celestial Maidens, the original rightful heirs of the Phoenix Blood, resolved this issue of uncontrolled body temperature. Perhaps they possessed some special cultivation method to counteract and suppress it, or perhaps their constitution was unique enough to prevent such temperature fluctuations altogether. However, Yu Hong, who is not a direct descendant of the Phoenix Blood, clearly experienced poor adaptation and a strong rejection reaction after merging with the Phoenix Blood through acquired means.

In the battle against the giant warriors in the Southern Barbarians, her fair skin burned to the touch when she circulated her true energy, making even wearing clothes extremely painful. She had to hastily tear her robes into makeshift bras and thongs, appearing half-naked in this disheveled yet sexy manner.

In the battle against the Black Dragon Society in the East Sea, I saw Yu Hong always fully dressed and equipped. To avoid exposing her skin to others, given her stubborn personality, I think she could have endured the excruciating pain of burning blood. However, seeing her team up with her sister Yu Ni that day, despite being stronger than Yu Ni, she could only exert the same level of power. Clearly, the burning blood pain still had a significant impact on her.

Because of these burdens, every time she retreated from the battlefield, she was drenched in sweat, her skin burning, and she had to immediately hide from the crowd to dissipate the pent-up heat within her body. In fact, based on my observation, she should be somewhat grateful to me, because if it weren't for my misguided training that made her body exceptionally sensitive, allowing that burning inner fire to combine with lust and dissipate through sexual desire, Yu Hong, lacking a cooling channel but stubbornly enduring it, would never have survived to this day.

But Yu Hong's self-comfort and relief from lust are ultimately only treating the symptoms, not the root cause, and could even be described as drinking poison to quench thirst. Given the high frequency of her battles, if she doesn't find the right way to dissipate her body heat, she will eventually play with fire and burn herself out.

(Hmm, wait... So, the Phoenix Celestial Maidens' method of cooling down isn't some ridiculous yin-yang balance, is it?

Whether it is or not, it doesn't matter to me, because after watching Captain Yu's steamy and energetic performance, I've decided to sleep with her again to see if this youthful body, which I've personally developed over the past six months, is still as alluring as it was then. I

have a specific strategy, but to realize this plan, I need some other things, some auxiliary drugs, to complete the incantation, so as to ensure the plan's safety. Besides, Yu Hong's body temperature is also a problem. If I don't find a way to solve it, and she really sets herself on fire, what's the point of my efforts? Fortunately, I had already anticipated this problem in Sara and made special preparations, but I don't know if that idea will succeed.

Thinking about these things all the way back, when I arrived at the simple dormitory not far from the kitchen, it was already night. Just then, I saw a figure sitting there, silently doing something.)

(Kato Taka? What's he doing over there? His hands are moving around so much, is he masturbating in public? How could he have such audacity?

I recognized the bearded man's back and felt very curious. Although I've gotten along well with everyone in the kitchen these past two weeks, I still don't like this boss. Seeing his timid, cowardly way of trying to avoid trouble all the time really makes me so angry I feel like my stomach is cramping.

Logically speaking, he's the head of our department, especially the four top dogs who treat him with utmost respect. Every time they see him enter the kitchen, they practically stand up and salute him. With that level of support, no matter what authority he tries to exercise or what he does...) Such an air of authority is perfectly acceptable... Of course, if he were to actually act so domineeringly, I would definitely teach him a lesson and let him experience my ruthless methods. However, I would rather have such an overbearing boss than spend my days with a big-bearded man who only knows how to grin foolishly.

As his superior, whenever he was about to give me an order, before he even opened his mouth, I would turn around, glare at him, and shout, "What do you want?" He would be so frightened that he would smash the dishes in his hands and retreat to the corner of the kitchen like a fleeing rabbit, as if he regarded me as a vicious dragon with its jaws wide open, avoiding me at all costs.

"Don't speak loudly to the boss!"

A deafening shout rang out, and I was struck on the back of the head by Juzo's spatula, experiencing a searing pain that made my stomach cramp. This happened repeatedly in the kitchen for the next two weeks. If I hadn't gradually learned to speak softly, I think my head would have been flattened. "

Not like a man!

" That was my only comment on Boss Kato. However, there are all kinds of men in the world, and this chef, neither imposing nor handsome, was... He was well-liked by many; not only did the Four Heavenly Kings hold him in high esteem, but Ah Xue often sought him out to learn cooking, and even the local residents were happy to greet and chat with him. In fact, on the very afternoon we arrived in Honolulu, a group of women dragged their children by the ears to the kitchen door, made them kneel and apologize to the head of the household, and returned the stolen food and clothing.

What stunned me most was that when the women returned the clothing, they not only assured me that it had been washed and ironed, but also crowded around Kato Takashi. Beside him, a flirtatious wink from the left, a sweet kiss from the right, a mature and sexy voice inviting him to their house for a... well, a chat. But that alluring look and tone of voice screamed "that chat." For a fleeting moment, I had the illusion that Kato Taka's silhouette overlapped with Mao Yan'an's—both were the kind of cunning characters who played dumb to seduce women effortlessly. However, he was nowhere near as adept at seizing opportunities as Mao Yan'an. Whenever such a situation arose, he politely but resolutely pulled away. Go back to the kitchen!

Yes, every time, and more than once, in just the last two weeks alone, it's happened at least seven or eight times. The frequency of women throwing themselves at him almost makes me think that the women on Honolulu are either insatiably promiscuous or blind like Chizuru.

Seeing him sitting there dumbfounded, I found it quite amusing. I quietly walked over to see what he was doing, only to see him holding a small knife, intently and slowly carving something in his hands, completely unaware of anyone approaching.

Excellent chefs should all have skillful hands. It's normal for them to do some carving in their spare time at night. I found it quite uninteresting and was about to turn away when, by chance, the moonlight reflected off the object in the bearded man's hand, casting a yellowish glow. The material was neither stone nor wood. I looked closer in surprise and realized that what he was holding was actually a short copper rod.

Even an idiot would know the difference in hardness between a wooden rod and a copper rod. The knife in this bearded man's hand wasn't particularly sharp either, yet his movements in carving the copper rod were incredibly smooth. A slice and a flick, no more difficult than cutting noodles. The strength he possessed was truly astonishing.

(Look, I never imagined this bearded man's martial arts were so formidable. His skill is so high, he's probably close to that of Leng Er, that stinky bitch. The East Sea is indeed a land of hidden talents! But… with such skill, why is he reduced to cooking and cleaning here?

I wondered. Just then, a commotion broke out nearby. The bearded man tucked the bronze sculpture into his robes and rushed over. As soon as he moved, he noticed my presence and was clearly startled.

"You… how long have you been standing there?")

"Just arrived, are you bothered by this?"

Neither of us wanted to talk about what had just happened, so we both shut our mouths and headed towards the source of the commotion.

With the increasing number of volunteers joining the army, Honolulu Island had suddenly seen a surge in outsiders. As a result of this mixed population, disputes between locals and outsiders were becoming more frequent.

The commotion I heard last night was from a verbal altercation between a group of new recruits and local residents that escalated into violence. We, who went to handle the situation, got caught in the crossfire. I was fine, but our leader, Kato Taka, was slow and caught in the middle of the conflict, resulting in a severe beating and a bruised and swollen face.

"You bastard! As a soldier, you abandoned your leader and deserted first! If this were a battlefield, you would have been beheaded long ago!"

Wielding his golden hook, the tall, imposing black man looked especially intimidating in the cramped kitchen space, making me temporarily forget the burning pain in the back of my head.

"No, no need to be so tense. This is a kitchen, not a battlefield. There's no need for a public beheading."

Kato Hawkeye's swollen face was quite an embarrassing sight. The force of that wooden stick hitting his forehead would have bruised and swollen any normal person... but that's for normal people. With the bearded man's martial arts skills, if he had been willing to use his internal energy to protect himself, he wouldn't have been beaten like this even if he had just silently taken the beating. Even if he's mild-mannered and doesn't like fighting, there's no reason for him to deliberately seek pain, is there? Could it be that he's really a coward, so frightened by the onslaught of sticks that he couldn't even use his internal energy to protect himself?

Speaking of last night's conflict, it actually reflects a phenomenon I've been observing recently: the extreme fear of ghost ships among the people of the East Sea. Every time the name of a ghost ship is mentioned in the streets, it's as if a taboo has been touched. People around turn pale at the mere mention of it and flee. This situation is especially... This happened to the local residents.

Last night, a group of villagers invited clergy to perform a ritual, hoping the monks would help ward off the evil spirits of the ghost ship from disturbing the island. However, soldiers passing by couldn't stand it, and some, slightly intoxicated, disrupted the ceremony, leading to a conflict and a fight.

Although Honolulu is the stronghold of the resistance, many volunteers from other regions have been assigned there. In the past six months, the army has doubled in size, with 60% of its members being from out of town. Among these volunteers, some are genuinely young heroes driven by righteous indignation, wanting to fight evil and destroy demons; but many others are mercenaries and wandering warriors seeking opportunities to make their fortune. Regardless of which type they are, their minds are focused on fighting, and they particularly disapprove of the local residents' timid and hesitant attitude when the topic of the "ghost ship" comes up.

I had already heard the news in Sara that "the Black Dragon Society controls a ghost ship and has formed a new fleet with an undead legion." At the time, although I thought this strength was quite remarkable, it wasn't anything new. Ishtar had created an undead legion a century ago, and if the entire force were moved to the sea, it would also be an undead fleet. There's a way to counter it, and we can deal with whatever comes our way. It's not a big deal. However, the fear that the sea people have of the ghost ship seems to be something else entirely. It's not just a fear of powerful, unknown forces, but rather a kind of awe passed down through generations and deeply ingrained in their hearts.

When the topic of fighting the ghost ship comes up, the local soldiers all turn pale, as if they were being asked to fight the five strongest beings one-on-one. They avoid it like the plague. Even Mao Yan'an told me that the high-ranking officers of the resistance army are extremely cautious when deploying the fleet. They are not only afraid of incurring heavy losses if they encounter the ghost ship, but also afraid that if they do, the entire battle line will collapse, and soldiers will rush to jump into the sea to escape. If this wavering reaches the main island, the war will be lost without even fighting.

"They want to ask Penglai for help, but the situation there is also terrible. Although there are no ghost ships, the bad weather keeps coming, with strong winds and high waves. The Black Dragon Society can't fight, and the resistance can't go to sea. Honolulu has to rely entirely on itself."

This is the intelligence Mao Yan'an passed on to me, and it's really not a happy thing to hear. If the weather continues to be bad and Honolulu loses contact with Penglai, then I won't be able to see Hua Mei at all. The weather in the East China Sea is unpredictable. Gale-force winds and huge waves that can capsize ships are not uncommon. Like the storm we encountered that day, with lightning and thunder, if such strong winds and rainstorms occurred in Honolulu, let alone fighting at sea, we would even have to be wary of tsunamis washing ashore.

Under such bad weather, ordinary ships simply cannot sail, unless everyone on board dies. That eerie ghost ship; or perhaps it's something that could be ridden by a colossal divine beast like a giant dragon.

However, besides fighting, I also have other tasks. The one that I'm most focused on is, of course, the ambush I've set up against Yu Hong using the "Net to Catch Birds" technique.

To prepare, I need some magical herbs. Fortunately, Honolulu isn't a deserted island. This lava island, covered in beaches and palm trees, while not as bustling as the capitals of other countries, still has a relatively smooth flow of goods. I found some substitutes, made some simple concoctions, and now I have most of the necessary magical herbs.

A key point in casting the spell is obtaining the target's hair or bodily fluids, as well as their birth date and time. These are usually quite difficult, but since I know that Yu Hong returns to that cave to cool down after each sea battle, things become much simpler. After several attempts, I waited for her to leave before going in to gather the necessary items. Then I began setting up an ambush within the cave, creating an illusionary barrier.

Once everything was ready, I timed it perfectly and hid in a pre-dug crevice, waiting for Yu Hong's appearance. Sure enough, not long after, Yu Hong rushed in, busily undressing and immersing her already flushed skin in the cool seawater, reenacting the scene I had witnessed that day.

She folded her wings, using her slender, bamboo-like fingers to gently caress her small, pink breasts, while her other hand slid between her legs, touching her private parts and teasing her sensitive body. After several rounds of teasing, her body became even hotter.

Lost in passion, Yu Hong's eyes were hazy, completely unaware that besides the red glow emanating from her skin, a layer of magnificent beauty was gradually appearing around her. The pink aura of the lustful barrier, which had once brought her countless blissful experiences, had silently spread through the air.

With the barrier's enhancement, her pent-up desire burned even more fiercely. Yu Hong soothed herself, her breasts rising and falling with the movement; her flushed eyes were filled with sweet allure, a far cry from her usual pride and stubbornness. After a few long moans, her breathing grew louder and more wanton.

The main effect of the lustful barrier was to arouse, but when passion was at its peak, one's senses and judgment were impaired. Yu Hong's power was almost on par with Leng Linglan's. Under normal circumstances, my spells wouldn't easily affect her, but taking advantage of her heightened desire, and having already obtained her hair, bodily fluids, and birth date to cast spells, when she was about to reach climax, the illusion I used in conjunction with the lustful barrier immediately took effect.

"Who? Who's there?"

Yu Hong, who had been in a daze, suddenly awoke with a start. Ignoring her nakedness, she hastily mustered her strength to defend herself, unleashing several palm strikes, all of which missed their mark. However, judging from her expression, she believed

she had hit her target. "You audacious madman, how dare you spy on this place, you..." Yu Hong hurriedly put on her clothes, not even bothering to tie her belt, and flew away half-naked to check if the "intruder she had knocked down" was dead or alive. But as soon as she crouched down, her expression changed immediately.

"John Farrell?"

Yu Hong cried out in alarm, as if bitten by a venomous snake. She leaped backward, covering three feet, before her face contorted with rage, her voice filled with resentment and venom.

"I didn't even bother looking for you, and you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep! You won't leave here alive today!"

Like a cheetah enraged, Yu Hong shot forward like an arrow, followed by a powerful punch. However, the punch landed on empty air; in her rage, she had used too much force, stumbled, and nearly fell.

Seemingly surprised that her "enemy" could dodge so quickly, a hint of astonishment flashed across Yu Hong's face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"You bitch! Where did you hide? You ran away again! Can you run from me forever? Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you!"

Shouting, she turned her head, but then paused, as if she had found her enemy once more.

"This time you can't escape!"

Yu Hong let out a fierce roar, her body radiating a brilliant red light. The secluded environment, free from others, allowed her to let go of her inhibitions and go all out. The veins on her fair arms bulged, and her slender fingers transformed into sharp, knife-like claws as she unleashed the signature move of the Beast King Fist. Then... she frantically pounded on the stone wall in front of her.

The Beast King Fist lived up to its reputation as a peerless martial art; its sixth-level power was truly extraordinary. Yu Hong's relentless onslaught instantly riddled the stone wall with holes, countless tiny fragments of stone flying and falling. Watching from behind, my heart pounded with fear. Holding the incense burner in my hands, I was relieved that my decision was absolutely correct.

The incense burner still emitted eerie purple smoke, slowly drifting into the air, combining with the pink mist of the lustful barrier to continue creating an aura that caused hallucinations. It was these things that made Yu Hong seem to have seen a ghost, chasing after a non-existent phantom and striking wildly.

This illusion technique isn't usually very useful. If you don't know the target's birth date and time, or their physical characteristics, it can only be used to deceive minor characters far weaker than yourself. But since I've obtained Yu Hong's hair and had Mao Yan'an inquire about her birth date from the Heart Lamp Hermit, these most troublesome and crucial points become much easier to handle, allowing me to effortlessly trap Yu Hong in the spell.

Unfortunately, there's still a gap between my power and hers, so for now I can only let her see my illusion, not perform any other transformations. Otherwise, according to the book on erotic magic, when I have sufficient power, I can transform into countless forms, creating illusions of other people to gently break down Yu Hong's defenses, instead of hiding and waiting for her to exhaust her power.

(Well, luckily we chose a good spot. If we had chosen the other side of the stone wall, we might have been flattened. But it looks like we won't have to wait too long now...

After hundreds of punches landed on the stone wall, Yu Hong's strength had greatly diminished, and her punches were not as powerful as before. However, she encountered a hard rock in front of her. As a result of the two sides colliding head-on, the rock wall shattered, leaving a dent, but also a bloody mark. Yu Hong was panting heavily and took several steps back. Although she was not broken or injured, judging from her distorted expression, her hands were obviously in great pain.)

"Why can't I defeat you? When did your martial arts become so strong? Could it be... this is your true strength? What... what are you laughing at!"

Having already exhausted herself, Yu Hong, seemingly seeing some kind of illusion, gritted her teeth and lunged forward again. This time, however, she didn't pound the stone wall; instead, she chased after some nonexistent phantom, frantically striking it from east to west within the cave.

Yu Hong was barely clothed, practically naked. In this frenzied chase, her jade-like arms swung lightly, her snow-white breasts bobbing up and down, her small, adorable pink nipples particularly conspicuous against the intense crimson light protecting her. Her pink legs spun and kicked, her round, fragrant buttocks swaying, occasionally revealing delicate petals, a few drops of glistening fluid occasionally dripping from the crimson expanse.

The sight was so arousing, I couldn't help but think... When I first met her, I was secretly watching her and her sister, Yu Hong, bathing together in the forest. They were caught red-handed by a band of orcs on a narrow path, forcing them to emerge from the water, enduring their shame, and

engaging in a sensual battle naked. Compared to then, her strong, heroic spirit had diminished somewhat, but she possessed a more alluring and seductive charm. At least in my eyes, as a man with ulterior motives, every half-naked twirl of Yu Hong, the fleeting glimpses of her buttocks and breasts amidst the fluttering of her clothes, seemed to exude a profanely seductive allure.

However, while my lower body grew increasingly hot, my upper body gradually cooled. Yu Hong chased after the phantom in her eyes, attacking frantically, cursing and punching the air, her short, golden hair disheveled behind her ears, her eyes flashing with a wild light, making her appear truly insane, bordering on madness.

Hatred . Is revenge simply about this one thing?

Chasing after a target visible only to oneself, completely blind to everything else, attacking everything around like a madman until everything within reach is destroyed, until one is exhausted, and ultimately perished in the flames that engulf them.

Revenge, what a fucking thing…

This thought arose in my mind, but at the same time, I felt a sense of foreboding. Yu Hong usually stayed in this cave for about half an hour each time, and this rampage had already lasted almost half an hour, yet she still seemed full of energy. If it dragged on any longer, something might change. The noise she was making was loud; the waves might not be able to completely drown it out. If Yu Ni found her, my carefully designed trap would be exposed. Oh no.

Luckily, Lady Luck was still on my side. Two quarters of an hour of relentless, unrestrained attacks had shattered the small cave, nearly doubling its size, but it had also exhausted most of Yu Hong's energy.

Her initial fighting spirit seemed to falter under the overwhelming power of her enemy. With a final, soft punch to the stone wall, leaving a trail of blood, she collapsed, falling into the cold seawater. Even the red glow around her dimmed, and she vanished without a trace.

Having hidden for two quarters of an hour, my knees aching from the stiffness of my posture, I leaped out from the corner, running and jumping to her side. Her eyes were slightly open, her gaze unfocused; the situation seemed somewhat eerie. Touching her skin felt like touching red-hot iron, and I quickly withdrew my hand.

"Damn it, this isn't just exhaustion, it's a complete loss of energy regulation, she's gone mad!"

If I ignore it, the high temperature accumulated within Yu Hong's body will soon erupt, first boiling and evaporating the seawater around her, then bursting out and burning her exquisitely beautiful body into a charred mess. However, I had already anticipated this situation. Although it wasn't certain to happen, I had a way to deal with it if it did.

"Damn it, I even have to handle this? I might as well quit being a lecher and become a doctor!"

I complained helplessly, taking out several scrolls from my waist pouch. These were expensive items I'd bought from a magic shop, containing freezing spells to cool and freeze the surrounding water. They were the best I could find in Honolulu. I quickly opened them, shouted the incantation, and the scrolls simultaneously emitted a cold light, blowing out icy air that instantly froze the surrounding seawater. Yu Hong's delicate skin became even paler, coated with a layer of chilling frost.

If a skilled sorcerer were present, they could send the icy energy into her body to help Yu Hong neutralize the burning pain of the Phoenix Blood. But the magic scrolls I could buy in Honolulu were at most level four. How could the combined efforts of several magic apprentices possibly freeze the high-temperature true energy of a level six martial artist?

I helped Yu Hong out of the ice water, preparing to proceed with the second step of cooling her down, but unexpectedly heard her let out a soft sigh.

"You've finally come!"

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