Alibuda Era Festival 9

Whether I was good to Xue or not was a question I didn't want to answer, but seeing her expression of infinite attachment and her eyes full of trust in me, a fierce, defiling lust suddenly rose in my chest.
"Xue, turn your back to me."
"Huh... but...?"
We were talking so well, and the atmosphere between us was just right, when I suddenly revealed a beastly desire. This seemed to be quite hard for Xue to accept, and she showed a surprised expression. However, although she was full of hesitation, she still obeyed my words, put her hands on the curtains of the French windows, and slowly lowered her body.
"Not good yet, raise your butt a little higher."
I saw Ah Xue pull up the curtains, knowing her shy and sensitive nature, so I didn't stop her. I just slowly lifted the bath towel she was wrapped in, starting from her thighs and gradually raising it to reveal her snow-white buttocks. Her
plump, white, and perky buttocks were squeezed into a flat semi-circle by my palms. The soft, fragrant flesh looked as tempting as smooth pudding.
Equally dazzling were her two large, plump breasts. Because of her prone position, the two H-cup mounds of white flesh swayed and pushed against each other, the shimmering waves of her breasts were in no way inferior to her snow-white buttocks. Especially when contrasted with her incredibly slender waist, this hourglass figure was even more eye-catching.
Gazing intently at her reflection in the glass, I saw a charming and alluring face, delicately arched eyebrows, and a cherry-like mouth, bright red and adorned with two rows of small, white teeth. Her fox-like ears were undeniably adorable. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, and her two high, firm breasts resembled two inverted bowls, their budding nipples surrounded by a pale pink hue, like a moon halo.
I relentlessly ravaged her ample breasts, pinching and kneading them, letting them sway in my palms, making the tender nipples stand out even more. I teased them with my thumb and forefinger, the smooth, elastic touch filling me with silent admiration.
"Ready? I'm coming in."
I climbed behind Ah Xue, grabbed her beautiful buttocks with both hands, and thrust in all at once. With a "splattering" sound, my penis slowly sank into Ah Xue's body.
"Ahhh... Ah, ahhh!"
Ah Xue let out a soft cry of pain from the intense sensation of being penetrated from behind. Although it was a sudden insertion, her warm anal muscles skillfully coiled around me, automatically adjusting like a living thing, quickly turning the pain into pleasure. With each thrust, Ah Xue's waist twisted violently, her fox tail swung wildly, and her hair flew wildly.
"How is it? Lying by the window, being fucked like a dog, what do you think, Miss Magician Xue?"
"No, no... that's not it... ugh...!"
With each thrust, I gently parted Xue's buttocks. Her bright red anus was like a strange flower, devouring my constantly moving penis. There wasn't a single wrinkle around the petals, and the edge of the round hole was a bright red, which was very eye-catching against her white buttocks and my penis.
"What do you mean 'not'? I see you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit, don't you? How many women in the world who get their asses fucked like you, shaking their asses and getting wet at the same time? Aren't you ashamed at all?"
It was no joke. At most, a normal woman's anus is tight and warm, but Ah Xue had been trained for many years and occasionally took strange drugs to change her constitution. When I quickly went in and out of her anus, the warm flesh walls produced a honey-like fluid, warm, moist and slippery. It had a unique effect compared to the vagina of ordinary women, and her tightly closed vulva was also dripping with honey like nectar, which dripped down the point where the two of us were joined and fell to the ground, forming a puddle.
"...I didn't...that's not what I meant...really, it wasn't..."
With sweet, coquettish cries, Ah Xue shook her head wildly, her words incoherent; she probably didn't even know what she was saying.
"How come you can't even speak clearly? Ha, in this position, your whole butt is spread out, everything's clear, nothing can be hidden. What do you think if I suddenly pull back the curtains?"
"Eh...ah...no!"
Ignoring Ah Xue's protests, I abruptly pulled back the curtains. Amidst Ah Xue's startled cry, the empty view outside the glass appeared again.
Actually, the building here is quite tall, and the angle looking down is steep and straight, making it almost impossible for anyone to look up and see this place. If it were Yu Hong, who had already been trained to be an exhibitionist little slut, it might not even arouse her desire. But for the conservative and shy A Xue, this level of stimulation was already too much. She hurriedly covered her face with her hands, avoiding those non-existent gazes.
Having finally created this situation, I certainly wouldn't waste it. I pushed forward with my hands gripping her buttocks, and A Xue's upper body was pressed tightly against the floor-to-ceiling window. Not only were her plump breasts fogged up against the glass, but the part of our bodies joined together was also clearly pressed against the glass.
"Are you an ostrich? You've covered your face, but where are your big breasts? And your butt? Are you showing them all to everyone? Hehehe, look at you, so much water, you've soaked the glass!"
"No...don't look...!"
"It's already showing, what can I do? Actually, you don't need to worry, no one's down there, they won't see. But when the cleaning lady comes in and sees these two wet patches on the glass, she'll definitely think it's strange, is that a breast? Or a butt?"
"No...ahhh...!"
"Hahaha...!"
Ah Xue's shameful appearance made my blood boil even more. I thrust my hips forward with force, each stroke penetrating deep inside her. Every time Ah Xue struggled and arched her back, shaking her snowy buttocks violently, I felt electric shocks surge up my spine.
At this point, my rationality almost collapsed. I let my instincts drive my hips, moving and thrusting incessantly. Centered on our joined hips, waves of pleasure spread outwards in waves.
"Ah, ha...uh...!"
From this position, I could only barely see Ah Xue's expression in the reflection of the glass, but her moans of pleasure fully expressed her ecstasy. The wonderful joy coming from the depths of her anus made Ah Xue oblivious to everything else. Every time I thrust in violently, she would lean forward and helplessly press her hands against the glass.
Following her movements, I immediately grasped Ah Xue's ample breasts with both hands to prevent those 34H cup breasts from adding burden to my suspended body. But to my surprise, as soon as I grasped them, Ah Xue let out a seductive, high-pitched cry, and her swollen breasts suddenly overflowed with snow-white milk, shooting out in several thin streams, fierce and rapid, splashing all over the glass, sticky and full of milky fragrance.
"Ah...don't look, not here..."
Ah Xue was so ashamed she was about to cry, especially when she saw her breast milk splattered on the glass. Her face flushed and her hair burned. She hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, but she only had one pair of hands. Covering her chest meant she couldn't cover her face. She was flustered and helpless. I thrust into her from behind several more times. She seemed to have lost her senses, only able to sway her hips and tail.
"Don't worry, someone will clean it up in a bit. Instead of worrying about this, you should move your waist."
"Y-yes..."
In a daze, Ah Xue instinctively moved her waist as I said, which intensified her pleasure. Ignoring Ah Xue's own will, the fleshy walls within her tender chrysanthemum bud gripped my penis tightly, as if trying to squeeze out all its moisture. The intense tightness caused me to collapse instantly, ejaculating all my pent-up desire into her body.
"Ha...ah...ahhhhhh!"
Reaching climax in the final thrust, Ah Xue's body went limp, collapsing against the murky white glass wall, motionless, only her fox tail still trembling slightly...
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"Master..."
"Hmm? Want to do it again?"
"No, I just wanted to tell you that even if I become a magician, Xue is still Xue. Why did my master's attitude become so strange after I became a magician?"
Xue, who had calmed down from her climax, lay on the bed with me. Her body was covered with a thin layer of fragrant sweat, smooth and smelling sweet. A blush rose from her chest to her neck and lingered for a long time; her slender waist was still trembling slightly.
"Well, that's what makes life interesting. Just doing it with you for too long gets boring, so we need to develop new fun from the old things. Like turning you from silly Xue into magician Xue, it's like having sex with a different woman, it feels great."
Although it actually included aspects of humiliation and stimulation, if I had to explain it, that would be enough.
I casually explained to Xue, letting her spread her shapely legs on the bed, and then I lowered my head and licked the fragrant sweat from her neck, kissing her from her neck to her fair shoulders, helping her relax from the afterglow of pleasure.
"Hmm...but...no matter what I wear, no matter what I become, Xue is still Xue. Master, please don't...hmm...because that would make me special..."
During the kiss, Xue meowed adorably like a kitten, her eyes half-closed, stubbornly trying to express herself. The affection and earnestness in her eyes, the tenderness bordering on a confession, reignited a burning passion in my already relaxed body.
However, amidst that exciting heat, a part of my heart remained cold, unmoved by Xue's confession.
No matter what she becomes, will Xue still be Xue?
Indeed, even after becoming a dark sorcerer and having blood on her hands, Xue's heart remained as pure as ever, not much different from the innocent little fox girl she was when we first met. I believed she would continue like this.
However, once she regained her lost memories, could she continue to be this way? With Tianhe Xueqiong's memories restored, could Xue still be Xue?
I haven't thought about this question for a long time, but it's always there, it won't disappear just because I haven't thought about it. That's why I can only show a bright smile in front of Xue, and the brighter the smile, the deeper the darkness hidden behind the light.
After Ah Xue finally fell asleep in bed, I left the room and went to the attached tavern on the first floor. I ordered a mixed cocktail and drank it alone.
Intense lovemaking requires considerable physical strength. Although my intercourse with Ah Xue was far less exhausting than with Li Huamei, it still made me drowsy. However, I've recently developed a new habit: I try not to fall asleep immediately after lovemaking, but to get up and move around to keep myself awake. It's said that this is a form of mental exercise.
For a mage, powerful magic is important, but mental discipline is even more indispensable. Without sufficient mental focus to master magic, excessive power can backfire, like a runaway horse. Many powerful dark mages and infamous demons throughout history have fallen to seemingly weak heroes precisely because of this.
Killing doesn't necessarily require great axes and swords; a single, sharp needle is sufficient to strike a vital point and draw blood. Similarly, even a tiny needle that can be blown away by the wind, if sharp and poisonous enough, can inflict devastating consequences on those who underestimate it.
I only had a vague understanding of these principles before, but with more practical experience over the past year, I've gained a deeper understanding of these aspects. I also know that while mages who rely on yin-yang cultivation to make a living can easily accumulate enormous magical power, they often can't control it. Without sufficient mental training and physical strengthening to fully utilize their magical power, they often die because of it.
In response to this, I've decided to slow down and focus on strengthening my energy and mental training, addressing my weakest point as a mage.
Actually, there's something I haven't told my companions: the carnage caused by each use of the Lust God's Summoning Beast not only greatly benefits the summoned beast itself, but I can also absorb the essence of flesh and blood absorbed by the summoned beasts into magical power. However, after consideration, I decided to take a clumsy approach: first, use the absorbed magical power to enhance my own essence and physical strength, consolidating my foundation and gradually increasing my physical abilities. Although it won't make my muscles bigger, it will definitely keep me energetic and full of vitality all day long.
The energy consumption rate of doing this is very high, about ten to one. Most mages would think this is stupid—ignoring the opportunity to quickly enhance oneself and converting magical power to strengthen physical abilities is a truly inefficient and foolish approach. However, things in this world are unpredictable. Being the first to run and taking the shortest route doesn't necessarily guarantee reaching the finish line first. We'll have to wait and see who comes to the end.
At least one benefit is obvious: I'm becoming increasingly comfortable and at ease with my friendships with Ah Xue and Yu Ni. The days when I had to rely on a lustful barrier, otherwise my legs would go weak, are becoming increasingly rare. For me, this is truly a great joy.
Actually, there's another method, more effective than simply resorting to killing. After all, this is a summoned beast of erotic magic. If I go all out and absorb energy from the union of men and women, letting the beast summoned by the god of lust absorb the primordial yin of hundreds of virgins, the effect would be three to five times better than it is now. The problem is, killing is easy. I can use various battle opportunities to sacrifice so-called bandits and mercenaries to increase my cultivation, which would be easy to explain to Ah Xue and Yu Ni. I could even just slaughter the hunters and assassins sent by the Kingdom of Alibuda, which would be enough to impress them.
But if we rely on absorbing a large amount of women's primordial yin essence for cultivation, then various cases of rape and even rape-murder will occur on a large scale wherever we go. The issue of conscience is easy to resolve, because I've wanted to pull this off for a long time, but the trouble it would cause afterward would definitely be considerable, and I don't have a legitimate reason to protect myself, so it's best not to use this tactic unless absolutely necessary.
"...The next race of this year's Formula One Grand Prix will be held in New York, and all the top drivers have already gone there. We will be providing you with live coverage from New York soon..."
New York is a major city in the Plantagenet Federation and one of the locations for this Grand Prix. As far as I know, Formula One races are held in multiple cities, with the final race taking place in the capital after several rounds. The rules are simple: any vehicle with two or more wheels, and something to tow in front, can participate. Historically, it's always been magnificent horses, legendary steeds, and even rare, high-speed beasts that have won.
Looking at the small crystal screen in front of the bar, it's showing the top finishers from the preliminary rounds, with cheers erupting in the background. Clearly, the entire Plantagenet Federation is going crazy over this race, and throughout the bar, I can hear people discussing it. This gives me a sense of the immense significance of this race for the Plantagenet Federation.
But suddenly, I thought of a very serious problem. Sister Yueying wrote to me, inviting me to participate in the Formula One race. I always thought she wanted me to attend as a spectator, but after thinking about the words in the letter carefully, it seems that's not the case. It seems that she wants me to participate in the race.
(Hey! This joke has gone too far. I've heard that Formula One racers not only need magic, but also a high level of martial arts skills. The requirements for both are very high. If the level is not high enough, accidents can easily happen, and you might even lose your life. Asking me to do this is just asking for death!)
Thinking about this really startled me. I decided to figure this out as soon as possible to avoid being pushed into the battlefield for no reason. Just as this thought popped into my head, a commotion came from the other side of the bar. Looking over there from my angle, I saw a hot and sexy figure in the crowd. She was wearing a light blue dress that almost exposed her entire back. Underneath the ruffled short skirt, black stockings covered a pair of long legs, which swayed slightly and became the focus of attention of the surrounding crowd.
A soft, pleasant laugh drifted through the crowd. I saw the woman shake her head with a smile, letting her fiery red hair cascade down her fair, bare back. The contrast between the snow-white and the fiery red created a strange and captivating charm. This scene seemed familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before…
I was filled with doubt, but when the woman pushed aside the people around her and seemed to take out some advanced magical artifact to make a long-distance communication, the familiar words awakened my memory.
"Hey... What? You can't even pay this month's interest? Heh heh, are you kidding me? When you borrowed the money and signed the contract, didn't you promise to pay the interest on time every month?"
"...Hmm? We're old friends, of course I sympathize with you, but those creditors need to make a living too, they might come to your hometown today... Oh, I remember the guarantor is your sister, right? Your sister isn't married yet, and your mother seems to still be alive. They both work as prostitutes, and they can pay the interest in a few days... Oh heh heh, I'm not trying to scare you..." Damn it
, just say what you want to say, why slam your fist on the table like that? Are you trying to scare the other person enough? This is truly the work of a professional...
"What? You don't want your relatives and friends to be harassed? Oh, they even caused trouble at your workplace? Then you'd better pay back the money quickly. See if you can borrow money from your relatives and friends, or even sell yourself. Once you pay back the money, everything will be fine... Otherwise, I have some secret channels. Debts can be settled with sex. As long as you sell one or two organs, you can not only
pay off the loan in one go, but you can also keep some capital to start a small business... Hehe, organs are not visible on the outside, your husband won't know..." This is going too far. If you can't pay the interest, you can use organs to pay off the debt. It's more vicious than pushing someone into a fire pit. Such actions are truly those of a demon…
As I gazed at that alluring figure, at that fiery red hair, and marveled at the cold, ruthless voice that carried a hint of coercion beneath its calm surface, the magical communicator suddenly started ringing. It seemed someone had interrupted. The woman's voice changed abruptly after switching the recipient, the difference so drastic I almost fell off my chair.
“Oh, you’ve finally made up your mind? That’s great! Sometimes you need that kind of courage to take a gamble… Yes, yes, it’s the lowest interest rate on the market, only two hundred copper coins a day in interest. You can definitely make a profit with this money…”
"...Let's come out and sign a contract tomorrow, yes, just for show... Ah? Guarantor? That's just for show. You can write your daughter's name and sign on her behalf... I said it's just for show, hahaha, we're friends, such a good relationship, how could I harm you?"
The voice was sweet and cloying, making one fully feel the friendliness and joy in speaking, almost making one's heart bloom along with it, but for some reason, I only felt a chill down my spine, as if I had a desolate feeling of shared sorrow, and vaguely saw my own future.
Looking at the cocktail in front of me, I gently swirled it, letting its aroma release, preparing to slowly savor this complex, bitter drink. But as I finished it, a fragrant breeze wafted past, and long, red hair trailed in fiery arcs as a voluptuous, sexy woman sat down beside me.
"Handsome brother, could you buy me a drink?"
In that instant, I felt several unfriendly gazes pierce my back. Even the goatee-bearded bartender in front of me secretly gave me a thumbs-up and a lewd smile.
"Bartender, another brandy for me, and a glass of water for this lady over there."
A chorus of jeers came from behind me. People probably thought I was trying to use the opposite approach to pique the woman's interest in me, but I had no such intention at all. The timely elbow strike to my waist left me with nothing but a wry smile.
"So cold to me? That's really too much... Heh, your muscles have gotten more toned. You've been working out well lately."
"Nothing special... What are you doing here? Should I tell you what a coincidence?"
Even though I saw the devil's true face as a con artist, I still found it hard to be rude to Phoenix. Her beautiful appearance and her audacious attitude of not caring about me taking advantage of her were certainly the main reasons, but another reason was that after our adventure in the East Blue, I always felt like I owed her something, and it was hard to approach her with the simple attitude of a contractual transaction.
Over the past year, I've had occasional encounters with Phoenix. This female demon, who lures humans into selling their souls, continues her rampant crimes and wreaks havoc. We meet by chance due to different events, and besides talking, we sometimes have sex—a ritual to maintain our friendship. I've asked her several times if she was the one who saved my life in the East China Sea, but Phoenix either smiles without answering or evades the question, never giving me a reply.
Some say that in business, things that are free…are the most expensive.
I completely agree with that statement, which is why I'm so dissatisfied with my current situation. I know perfectly well that continuing like this is unwise; the beautiful viper could bite back at any moment. If emotions cloud my judgment and I can't maintain a clear head, the consequences will be dire. But knowing is one thing, doing is another…
"It's nothing, handsome, you're my client. I need to keep an eye on you, so I'll have to show up around you every now and then."
"Keep an eye on me? I haven't used up my five wishes yet. Don't rush to sell my organs. I don't have any sisters or daughters. It's too early to push them into the fire."
"Hehehe, the contract between us is the sale of souls, not a loan. We don't need to sell organs. But speaking of which, if we were to sell organs, handsome brother, there are some parts of you that can fetch a high price."
"Really? That's a bargain for you. You've sucked, blown, touched, and played with those parts, and I don't think I've ever asked you for money."
These blatant flirtatious words would probably make Ah Xue want to hide in a hole, but Phoenix laughed so hard she was shaking. She even gave me a sweet kiss and winked at me seductively, as if she appreciated my joke. This bold and alluring flirtatiousness was a different kind of charm compared to Yu Ni's gentleness.
"Hey, you valiant racer! Formula One is an annual event, but this year's race is unusual. Someone is using it as an opportunity to secretly conduct arms deals, and the interests involved are enormous. You're caught in the middle, and the danger is greater than ever before. If you encounter any danger and need help, please give me a chance to serve you. Don't be stingy with your requests!"
Damn! No good banquets, no good meetings. I knew being invited to the Golden Flower Federation this time wouldn't be anything good.
"And here's another piece of news: among the racers participating this time, there's one who has a long-standing grudge against you, handsome brother. Hehe, she's a little beauty you personally developed, so enjoy it!"
I've committed many evil deeds in my life, and I certainly have a lot of enemies, but I can't think of any enemies among these little beauties, especially since I personally developed her...
Before I could say more, Phoenix suddenly cupped my face, smiled playfully, and gave me a light kiss. As I took her hand, wanting to say something in return, I suddenly felt dizzy, and the scenery before my eyes became blurry. Then, things changed.
The bar was still crowded, the patrons still discussing Formula One racing, the goatee-bearded bartender was still wiping glasses, and I was still sitting at the bar, a glass of wine still on the table…
Phoenix, who had been sitting across from me, had vanished sometime during the night, and my hand was still clasped with another pair of hands… a pair of fair, delicate… men's hands!
Looking up, I saw Mao Yan'an sitting opposite me, his eyebrows raised, his face showing fear, as if he had seen something terrifying. When he saw me look up, he leaned back slightly… This really gave me a very bad feeling.
"Uncle, when did you get back?"
"I just got back. Ah Xue said you must be drinking here, so I came down to have a drink with you."
"Am I sitting here alone?"
"Yeah, you were sitting here alone, staring blankly at that glass of wine. I called your name, and you suddenly grabbed my hand."
"Oh, so...did we...did we...uh, you know what I mean."
"No! Even if we did, pretend we didn't!"
This overly direct answer brought tears to my eyes. For a moment, I even had an impulse, an impulse from primal desire.
"Uncle... I'm sorry, but I suddenly have an impulse... I... I want to do something to you..."
"Nephew, I understand your impulse very well. In fact, I also want to do the same thing as you, but it's wrong to do it this way. As the most intelligent of all beings, we should use reason to restrain our primal impulses and guide them onto the right path. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I think I understand. Then let's not waste time and do what a man should do."
Without counting to three, Mao Yan'an and I attacked together, each throwing a punch, hitting the goatee-bearded bartender in the left and right eyes respectively. The witness who had seen everything was knocked unconscious on the spot, lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Damn, silencing her feels pretty good..."
◆ Chapter Seven: A Mysterious Injustice
Phoenix's sudden appearance, and her inexplicable insight, left me with many questions.
I don't object to pretty girls coming to seek revenge; after all, it's hard to live without enemies. Pretty girls are always better than bearded giants, and if they're really pretty, the more the merrier.
But my confusion about Formula One racing made me decide to take action and gather relevant information, lest I be pushed into a racing seat immediately after meeting Yueying—that would be a real sucker.
"Oh, my dear nephew, don't worry, nothing like that will happen,"
Mao Yan'an explained to me. The Formula One Grand Prix is held annually, with eighteen to twenty races throughout the year, taking place in major cities across the Plantagenet Federation. This year, there are nineteen races, and the final standings are based on points to determine the overall driver and team champions.
"There are a total of nineteen races this year, and ten have already been completed, which means we're halfway through. We only just called you here, so there's absolutely no way we'd let you participate halfway through. You don't need to worry,"
Mao Yan'an said. This is a major international competition, and countless people around the world are watching. Trying to rig the driver roster would become an international issue, and no one would dare to even consider such a thing.
"However, not necessarily. Basically... there are no rules in this race. As long as the vehicle complies with the rules, it's all about skill and strategy. Everyone who participates has to sign a waiver of liability. Every year, the race results in a significant number of deaths and injuries. In the past, there have been instances where four-fifths of the racers were eliminated by the end of the competition. Simply put... because the rules are so simple, there's not much to break."
"Hey, are you kidding me? Isn't this a human rights country? How come so many people die in this race? Are the thieves and funeral home operators colluding to organize these death races to boost their sales figures?"
"No, that's not it. The Golden Flower Federation originally held the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament every three years, but it was discontinued because the Cihang Jingdian felt it was too brutal and caused too many deaths and injuries. However, while the Golden Flower Federation stopped hosting it, the Ishtar people insisted on doing so. This kind of martial arts tournament has always been an excellent opportunity to recruit talent, and for the sake of long-term national strength, the Golden Flower Federation had no choice but to take it back. But considering their stance when it was banned in the first place, they had to change the format of the tournament." "In addition to comparing individual skills, the competition also involves testing equipment and resources,"
Mao Yan'an said. "The race is essentially a martial arts competition, so there are bound to be many deaths and injuries. The race can also break the rules of the martial arts competition, allowing magic to be used openly and fairly, so magicians can also stand out. Therefore, in each grand race, martial artists, magicians, and even craftsmen who are confident in their forging skills will all be eager to compete for the chance to win."
"Hmph, that bald thief from Cihang Temple, are they just going to ignore it this time?"
"They want to, at least to maintain the minimum requirement of holding it only once every three years. But after holding it once, at least eighteen to twenty cities were rolling in money, everyone was driven by profit, and the combined pressure was too much for even the central government to handle, so it became the rule of once a year."
To gain a deeper understanding of this year's race, Mao Yan'an and I went to the Trackers Guild to rent video recordings. This kind of service isn't available everywhere, but in the Golden Flower Federation, due to the higher level of magical civilization, important events are filmed on-site and the images are stored in magic crystals. When we retrieve these crystals and play them, we can understand the status of this year's race.
Atlanta was one of the venues for this year's race. Although the race was over and we couldn't watch it in person, we could still see clear magical images, which was a great help to us.
Only Trackers of a certain level can rent image crystals from the Tracker Guild, but our team, having gained considerable fame in recent years, immediately received preferential treatment upon revealing our name and was even treated to a VIP room to watch the video.
"Hey, this place is great, fireplace, red carpet, top-notch atmosphere. Nephew, next time let's bring some nice photos to show."
"You're crazy, why show videos? Just bring women and have some fun. The carpet here is so thick, even if it gets intense, you won't fall off the building."
The racing footage played, showing bizarrely designed, even unbelievable, cars speeding around the track at extreme speeds.
Beasts pulling chariots at breakneck speed—that was a scene I had imagined before, but the reality was more than that. There were also cars powered by metal machinery, and some that moved with magic. Especially those cars with skeletal tigers pulling them—you could tell at a glance that Ishtar's wizards were participating.
While the outcome of a race depends on the speed at which the car completes the course, winning isn't simply a matter of being "fast." The prerequisite for reaching the finish line fastest is surviving. While your competitors may not be the fastest, they possess deadly abilities. If you can eliminate the faster opponents first, even a snail's pace will become the fastest.
During the race, various methods to disrupt the competition abound. Throwing darts, poison needles, and flying stones are just the tip of the icebergs. I even saw someone use a beast pulling the chariot to generate electricity, breathe fire, and even unleash devastating attacks like palm strikes and fireballs.
"Oh, my dear nephew, did you see that? These guys may seem like strangers, but they're actually working together to hinder the others and let that red sports car in front break through."
"Damn, that's enough! There's even team fighting..."
The flashes of fire, lightning, and blood on the screen were making my eyes blurry. I was secretly glad I wasn't asked to be a race car driver, because judging from these scenes, the ones who win in racing must be teams backed by powerful forces. They rely on teamwork to eliminate opponents one by one and cover their allies. If you try to compete on your own, unless you're a one-in-a-million genius, you'll be dead within three or four races.
"Nephew, look, there's a familiar face!"
It really was a familiar face. At the press conference following the Atlanta race, several prominent racers removed their helmets to give interviews, among them a familiar handsome face. He seemed as polite and refined as when they last parted, his upright demeanor instantly endearing him to everyone.
"Fang Qingshu… it's incredible that this gentleman has survived this long."
"Hey, nephew, you underestimate him. This isn't the first time Qing Shu has participated in a major race; he's even won a championship before. Do you think he's here to be bullied?"
Heh, no wonder he's the much-anticipated Son of Light. It seems like every first place is related to Fang Qing Shu. That's just how he is. I don't really like this perfect kid, but... I don't hate him that much either.
Throughout the video playback, the sexy race queens with their half-exposed backs and long, beautiful legs were also the focus of everyone's attention. A few were particularly striking, making Mao Yan'an and me really want a glass of wine. We could clink glasses while admiring the beauties' buttocks and thighs. This is part of the entertainment of a major race; the experts appreciate the details, while the laymen... just enjoy the spectacle.
When I left the Tracker Guild, I gained a deeper understanding of Formula One racing, and some ideas popped into my head. If I intervened in the race myself, I could use certain methods and strategies to gain an advantage, but implementing such a coordinated effort wouldn't be easy. Hmm...
"By the way, Uncle, there's something I forgot to ask. What are the rewards for this race? It can't just be a high cash prize, can it? To attract outstanding martial artists and mages from all over the land, the prizes must be quite impressive..."
"Oh, that? You're right, it is indeed a prize distribution. I remember this year's prize is..."
Mao Yan'an was about to speak when a commotion suddenly came from the other end of the street. It seemed like someone was running towards them, and judging from the figure... it appeared to be a beautiful woman.
"Uncle, it looks like someone's running this way. I wonder what they're up to?"
"Looks like a beauty. Since she's a beauty, of course she's here to throw herself at you."
"Oh, and what about those burly men following her? Are they here to throw themselves at you? Why are they carrying knives?"
Seeing a beautiful woman being chased, I should have been a hero and rescued her, maybe even taking advantage of the situation. But as the girl's face became clearer, all I wanted to do was turn around and leave, not wanting to stay here for even a moment longer.
"Ah! It's you again, John Farrell!"
"Miss, please show some respect. What do you mean 'again'? It's not like I came here just because I wanted to ambush you. You just showed up here on your own."
I don't like women with sharp tongues, and I like female reporters with sharp tongues even more, let alone one who pointed her finger at me and cursed me on the street yesterday. She really ruined my exciting mood after watching the racing records.
"Uncle, I'm leaving. You're on your own here. Don't stay out too late with those burly men. Even though you're tough, coming back too late means no doctor will treat your sore ass."
"Hey, nephew, don't rush off. You're the only one here with fighting ability. You're a man of principle; you can't stand idly by at a time like this."
"What am I supposed to do here? Some people here are hoping I die a horrible death in the street. Am I just staying here to please them?"
"You've committed countless evils, harmed innocent people, and are utterly despicable. You deserve to die in the street. Are you trying to deny it?"
"I'm not trying to deny it. I'm just leaving now. You can wash your ass clean and wait to be gang-raped to death with this depraved middle-aged man."
"Nephew! This has nothing to do with me, don't drag me into this."
Because I got caught up in a pointless argument, I missed my chance to escape and was surrounded by more than ten burly men.
How many times in my life have I encountered a situation like this, being surrounded by a group of burly men? The answer is countless, but this time being surrounded felt a bit strange.
The main street wasn't far from here, with people coming and going. It's understandable that these burly men would try to conceal themselves to avoid being recognized, but each of them not only covered their faces with cloths but also their entire heads, looking just like bandits from the East China Sea. That was the problem.
Furthermore, their unique aura, though not strong, was... well, there was something special about it.
"Heroes, please stop and hear me out."
Before the conflict broke out, I still tried my best to avoid killing. Thinking about it, I really am a peace-loving and kind-hearted person.
"I have nothing to do with this woman. I hate paparazzi more than anything. You can grab her and gang rape her until she's covered in sores and her heart is torn apart. I won't complain. If you think that's not enough, you can take this old bastard next to me. I'll gladly offer him up without charging extra."
"Nephew, this..."
"What do you mean 'this'? Leave the dimensions of the coffin you want and get ready to smile."
Although I tried my best to avoid conflict, my efforts to pursue peace were met with no response. In fact, after hearing my words, the group of masked men were furious and denounced my words and actions as despicable and shameless, the work of beasts, and said that I would surely fall into the eighteenth level of Avici Hell after death, and be reborn in the deepest abyss. It was hilarious; the roles of the villains chasing a vulnerable woman and the heroes rescuing her seemed reversed.
The burly men demanded the photos Charlotte had just taken, but she refused, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, eventually escalating into a physical fight.
The photos weren't in my possession, so logically I could have stayed out of it. But these men, perhaps disdaining to lay a hand on a woman, or perhaps because I looked more deserving of a beating than the paparazzi, actually attacked me first. Several powerful punches landed one after another, their force steady and experienced, possessing the power to shatter stone and split monuments—they were all surprisingly strong fighters.
(Damn it, they hit me first instead of the older man, are they bullying me because I'm a magician?)
I cursed inwardly, but magicians are not necessarily easy to bully, especially a multi-talented magician, who often makes excellent martial artists fall flat on their faces.
Seeing the heavy punch coming, I slightly dodged to the side. Because I was not agile enough and my movements were not fast, this punch was extremely dangerous to dodge. The powerful wind from the punch stung my face, but my counterattack appeared when the enemy was exhausted. With a backhand flick, my palm, which was already secretly wearing gold and silver gloves, pressed down on the enemy's arm, and a golden light flashed instantly.
This scene repeated itself several times, with flashes of gold and silver light intertwining. When the burly men who had thrown the heavy punches stumbled and fell, they clutched their arms and screamed wildly.
"My...my hands!"
"How did your arms become like this?"
"The recovery spell didn't work. What kind of magic is this?"
The burly men and their companions were terrified. The arms that I had just touched had all undergone strange changes. Not only had they lost sensation and become immobile, but they were also shimmering with gold and silver, looking like incredibly valuable golden or silver arms.
From a purely monetary perspective, these arms are indeed incredibly valuable. However, seeing one's own arms transformed into such a state—flesh and blood devoid of feeling, replaced by cold, heavy metal—is a terrifying experience. Especially when those guys desperately try to heal with incantations, chanting them over and over, the holy, gentle light radiating continuously, yet the gold-sealed, silver-transformed parts show no sign of improvement, their hysterical screams and tearful antics are truly hilarious.
"It's useless. My magic that turns stones into gold is a divine technique from another continent. You can chant the incantation a hundred or a thousand times and it still won't break. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way, or else..."
"Release the magic on my fellow disciples! Young man, don't think that just because you've mastered a little magic, you can run rampant in the Golden Flower Federation. The world is vast, and you have no idea who you've offended. We..."
"Wait a minute. I dare not claim to be anything special. The Golden Flower Federation is full of hidden talents. I, with my meager abilities, have a little self-awareness. I'm just curious to see what you bald donkeys from the Cihang Jingdian can do to me."
"Ah? You... how could you..."
"Huh? Why is the shock so quiet? Oh, or rather, these monks are not only bald thieves from Cihang Jingdian, but also bald donkeys from Jingnian Chanhui! Whatever, bald heads are never good people anyway."
The humiliation and anger at being ridiculed by my venomous snake seemed to pale in comparison to the terror of their identities being exposed. These bald donkeys were surprised that their identities had been recognized, but they had really exposed too many flaws.
"The thief wrapped his head because his hair was in the way, but you all wrapped your heads up, it's obvious you're trying to conceal your identities. It's not a good look for a high-ranking monk to chase after a woman in the street, is it? Wrapping your heads is one thing, but you also habitually refer to yourselves as 'poor monks' as if you're afraid people won't recognize you, right? Calling yourselves 'poor monks' is one thing, but your incantations are being released like they're being set off without any effort—are you treating them like fireworks? Or are you afraid people won't recognize you?" "So you know you're monks?"
To be honest, the arrogant feeling of a petty person getting their way is fucking awesome...
While I was mocking this group of monks, Mao Yan'an completely disregarded his own refined image and applauded and cheered for me. Even Charlotte's gaze towards me was slightly different, but when I glanced at her, she snorted and turned her head away, continuing to maintain her hostile attitude.
"Now that you know we're from the Pure Mindfulness Chan Association, why don't you quickly undo the spell on my fellow monks? Aren't you afraid...?"
"Afraid of what? A large group of people, is that it? The head monk has torn off his mask and revealed his true colors as a bandit, relying on numbers to show off his power, is that it? Ha, I'm not afraid to tell you, the Pure Mindfulness Chan Association's prestigious name is indeed intimidating, but if it's full of people like you, even a large group won't scare anyone."
As I said this, I began to coldly observe the surrounding movements. Since these monks came to steal the item, they will not leave easily until they have achieved their goal, so kind words will be useless. They seem to have little combat experience and I can easily manipulate them, but their skills are very solid. They just don't understand their own strength, so they are intimidated by me. In fact, if a real bloody battle were to break out, unless I use the Hellish Lust God, I really have no confidence in winning against more than a dozen of them by myself.
Summoning the Hell God of Lust guarantees victory, but after my frequent use of it, its ferocity has greatly increased. It's almost impossible to leave any survivors in battle. The Cihang Jingdian is, after all, the number one sect in the world. Killing these dozen or so bald donkeys would have serious consequences. Therefore, it would be best to just use words to intimidate them, exaggerate my abilities, and frighten them into retreating on their own—that would be ideal.
The gold and silver gloves I obtained from the Sea God's Palace aren't actually that powerful. Legend has it that the first owner of this glove was an extremely powerful demon who mastered a special technique using a type of mutated silkworm. Combined with this glove, it possessed the ability to turn things into gold. After sealing a person's flesh with gold, the mutated metal would gradually corrode the flesh, turning the inside into metal—a very insidious and vicious technique that allowed it to roam the land.
However, this demon mysteriously disappeared, and his unique technique was lost. The damaged glove eventually fell into the hands of Famit, becoming a tool he used to entangle himself during his youthful travels. The supernatural power that the gloves had sealed onto the object's surface could only be a thin layer of metal, which could be carefully scraped off with a little time. Even if not scraped, it would disappear naturally after 24 hours. So, if I didn't use
some persuasive words to scare these guys away, it would be troublesome once the truth was revealed. However, just as I was preparing to exaggerate the consequences of sealing my arms with metal and casually ramble on about my lineage to terrify these monks, a Buddhist chant suddenly came from behind them.
"Amitabha."
The chanting, imbued with the authentic power of Zen, resonated deeply in everyone's hearts, like the tolling of a temple bell. In an instant, everyone's mind went blank, and they briefly lost consciousness. Even I was momentarily disoriented. When I finally regained my senses, I found an elderly bald man among the group of monks in front of me. He was not tall, but he had a kind and benevolent face and a friendly smile.
The old bald donkey was unremarkable in appearance, but the skill he had just displayed was no ordinary feat. The Heavenly Dragon Chanting, which purifies the mind and wards off evil, was a unique skill of the Cihang Jingdian Temple. It was impossible to perform without decades of Chan practice. Although it was unclear whether he was from the Cihang Jingdian Temple or the Jingnian Chan Association, it was clear that the elder of this group of bald thieves had arrived.
"Amitabha, young benefactor's skill is truly remarkable! I never expected that after hundreds of years, the Thunderbolt Sect's golden and silver gloves would reappear in the world. However, silkworm venom is rare, and young benefactor probably doesn't have the ability to cultivate that ultimate palm technique, so... well, well."
The old monk was quite skilled, immediately understanding my background. His martial arts were also impressive. With each "well," he removed the golden seal from a monk's arm. This wasn't magic, but rather using profound internal energy to shatter the surface seal. If the force were too great, it would damage the flesh inside. He removed the seal from five or six monks in succession, using his palm force perfectly, demonstrating his high level of martial arts.
However, seeing the gratitude in these bald thieves' eyes, but their faces filled with embarrassment, as if they had been saved by their enemies, I was able to confirm the identity of the newcomer.
"So it's the master of Cihang Jingdian Temple. Although the Jingnian Chan Association keeps saying that it wants to be independent, to reform, and to subdue demons and save the world, it's laughable that when it encounters trouble, it goes back to beg its uncles and elders for help." The
senior monks glared at me angrily because I had hit a nerve, but the kind-looking old monk stopped them, chanting Buddhist mantras while bowing to us with his palms together. The Chan practice at Cihang Jingdian Temple is renowned throughout the land, emphasizing the execution of techniques through a single bow and prostration, without form or appearance. I feared being ambushed in a single strike, so I dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, the old monk's bow was directed at Mao Yan'an.
"Benefactor Mao, it's been a long time. It's been over twenty years since our hasty parting years ago. To see an old friend as radiant as ever truly delights this old monk." "
I am also delighted to pay my respects to Master Ku. I wonder how the other two Arhats are?"
Mao Yan'an had previously served in the Golden Fern Federation and was a close friend of Layman Xindeng, so it was not surprising that he would recognize the other monks. However, I was still taken aback when I heard him call out their names.
The seniority ranking of Cihang Jingdian (慈航静殿) is as follows: the previous generation of leaders was the "Zhi" generation, while the current generation is led by the "Xin" generation. Besides the head of the Xin Chan lineage, there are several other eminent monks from collateral branches of the Xin Chan lineage, whose Dharma names are Ku (苦), Zeng (憎), and Chi (瘡). They are the three great Arhats of Cihang Jingdian after Xin Chan, possessing both high martial arts skills and significant power. I never expected to encounter such important figures as soon as I joined the Golden Flower Federation.
Since both sides have a relationship, it's easy to talk. Cihang Jingdian and Jingnian Chan Association have been fiercely competing in recent years. These senior monks seemed afraid to admit to Master Ku why they were chasing respectable women in the street. They could only glare at us with resentment before leaving in a dejected manner.
I thought the matter was over, but to my surprise, as soon as the monks left, Master Ku chanted a Buddhist prayer and invited me to visit the Cihang Jingdian headquarters, saying we should set off immediately.
No banquet is a good banquet, no meeting is a good meeting, so of course I refused. Even Mao Yan'an tried to deflect the invitation, saying I was naturally restless and not suited to visiting Buddhist temples, and that I would visit them when the opportunity arose, so there was no need to force myself today. But this time, even his connections didn't work. Master Ku waved his sleeve and blocked our path, clearly intending to forcefully invite us.
"Great monk, what do you mean by this? In the Golden Flower Federation, can a monk openly kidnap someone? Don't forget there's a paparazzi next to me. If you don't get out of the way, you'll be ruined tomorrow."
"Amitabha, monks don't lie. Young benefactor, you are implicated in the murder of my uncle, Elder Zhishan, and are highly suspicious. Our sect has already distributed your image throughout the Golden Flower Federation and is searching for you to assist in the investigation."
These words were like a bolt from the blue. Although I had known something was amiss, I never imagined it would be this bad. Elder Zhishan, the bald thief, died on Fengling Island; the murderer should be blamed on the Black Witch Heavenly Maiden. What does it have to do with me? Why do they need my assistance in the investigation?
(Oh no, it's highly likely that the Black Dragon will strike first and start trading. If we get caught by these bald donkeys...)
Thinking of the treacherous nature of the bald old thief Zhishan, I have absolutely no faith in his disciples or followers. Moreover, there's also the utterly hypocritical Xin Chan within the Cihang Jingdian. What exactly were Zhishan's last words? He, who colluded with the Black Dragon Society, surely knows perfectly well. If I were invited back to assist in the investigation, I'd be killed before I could even utter a word.
Not going is certain, but finding a reason is difficult, because at times like this, no matter what you say, they won't listen. In the end, only force will tell. This bald old man is one of the three Arhats of the Cihang Jingdian, renowned throughout the land; he's certainly not someone to be trifled with. Besides, this is his territory. Even if I summoned the Hellish God of Lust, I wouldn't necessarily have much of a chance of winning.
(It wouldn't matter if we lost, but if we did, and I killed this old bald man, it would automatically confirm the Black Dragon Society's conspiracy, and we'd never be able to clear our names.)
I gave Mao Yan'an a wink, and together we tried to stall for time with words. Although the old monk's Buddhist name was Xin Ku, he was surprisingly calm. He quickly saw through our stalling attempt, gave a low shout, and shook his head at us, his smile fading.
"Young benefactor, as long as you are willing to return with me to assist in the investigation, I will guarantee your personal safety until the truth comes out. Running away is useless, and delaying will not solve the problem. Your approach..." "
Old monk, many of my friends were also given this guarantee before being invited by the cops to assist in the investigation. In the end, they came back with their bodies broken. Do you think I believe you? Also, simply delaying will not solve the problem, but my delay may not be so... What are you waiting for? Make your move!"
In response to my call, several feathered arrows flew through the air and landed three inches from Master Ku, breaking his sleeve wind and allowing Mao Yan'an and me to take two steps back and create distance.
Yu Ni, who had quietly arrived nearby, gracefully appeared from a tall building behind us, spun beautifully in the air, and landed steadily in front of the three of us.
"How is it? Old monk, my helper has arrived. She needs someone to assist with the investigation. Please approve her first."
◆ Chapter Eight: The First Appearance of Buddha's
Light Yu Ni is the beloved disciple of Layman Xin Deng. Many people in Cihang Jingdian recognize her, not to mention that she is now wearing a police uniform. Her beautiful long legs and her firm, pert buttocks, set against the backdrop of the dashing police uniform, have become her eye-catching personal trademarks. Even a blind person could probably recognize who she is.
Master Ku recognized his niece and was quite surprised. He told her to step aside and not get involved in the dispute, but Yu Ni put on the airs of a police officer, stating that as a police officer, she would act according to the law, justice, and fairness. Even if it involved her sect, she would not show the slightest favoritism. Before confirming my actual crimes, she would protect my personal safety and freedom.
"Hmm... what you said makes sense. I am quite gratified that Cihang Jingdian has a descendant like you."
Master Ku was not a bad person. When Yu Ni argued fairly and reasonably, he immediately realized that he was in the wrong and showed gentleness and concession. He would not force me to go with him today, as long as I left a promise to go to the Palace of Light to explain. But, harboring a desire to stir up trouble, I secretly signaled to Yu Ni to press forward, ensuring that Master Ku would intervene and fight her.
Since I've been targeted by the Cihang Jingdian, future conflicts are inevitable, and battles are only a matter of time. Before that, I need to actually test Yu Ni's progress, and Master Ku is the perfect opponent. Through a fight with him, I can clearly assess Yu Ni's true strength. In
this internal conflict, both sides used authentic Cihang Jingdian martial arts. Master Ku, being of a higher generation and possessing decades of profound cultivation, immediately put Yu Ni at a disadvantage, his powerful palm strikes forcing her to remain still. Against such a Buddhist master, Yu Ni couldn't even find an opening to use her Beast Magic.
In the past, Neon and I roamed the martial world side by side. Besides relying on their 101 moves of the Beast Demon Feather Arrow to catch their opponents off guard, their main strength lay in their coordinated attacks, their unwavering unity, and their swift reflexes. This allowed them to defeat numerous powerful enemies. Now, only Yu Ni remains. Many of her signature moves, lacking coordination, have become clumsy. Several desperate attacks have been easily thwarted. If Master Ku hadn't held back, she would have been defeated long ago.
(Hmm, it seems I can't hide my true abilities... I'll just have to show them what I'm capable of.)
Before anyone noticed, I lightly flicked my finger. The sound was soft, but to Yu Ni, it was a signal to activate. Her eyes instantly changed.
Bloodthirsty Curse - Evil Resentment Berserk!
As if returning to the state of being controlled by the evil lotus, Yu Ni's eyes were shrouded in a layer of resentment, and her power instantly surged, rising to the sixth level. With a single claw strike, the surging air wave was more than twice as strong as before, shattering Master Ku's Zen Palm and forcing him to take a step back for the first time.
"Good skill... eh?"
Master Ku was initially surprised and delighted, because for someone of Yu Ni's age, having a fifth level of power was already rare and precious. Unless one had exceptional talent like Leng Linglan or received instruction from a master, possessing a sixth level of power before the age of twenty was truly one in ten thousand. Yu Ni's ability to unleash a sixth level of power, with each claw and finger capable of tearing through steel and shattering iron, was naturally due to a fortuitous encounter, so he was very happy for this junior.
However, Yu Ni's frenzied and demonic attacks, resembling a berserk orc warrior from legends, were unsettling to anyone who witnessed them. Master Ku, believing Yu Ni had gone mad, intended to subdue her and send her for treatment, completely unaware that this was a masterpiece of my painstaking efforts, costing immense resources and effort, allowing Yu Ni to successfully absorb the dark power that Xie Lian had deliberately left within her body, and wield it with ease.
Although Master Ku's martial arts were high, he was ultimately only at the sixth level. As Yu Ni's power increased, the two became evenly matched. However, while Yu Ni's power was strong, her martial arts techniques remained unchanged. Master Ku quickly noticed this weakness, his monk's robes billowing as he gradually forced Yu Ni to restrain her fist and claw attacks.
(Hey, today I finally have the chance to witness the superior skills of Cihang Jingdian. Oh... this is...)
Master Ku chanted a mantra, and a layer of crystalline holy light shone from his left palm. He had clearly used the exorcising holy technique, combining light magic with martial arts. In the past, I only knew that light magic was used for healing, purification, and calming the mind, but in the hands of this Buddhist master, it had a different purpose. The essence of Cihang Jingdian's martial arts was not in killing, but in the word "seal." Every palm strike was like a wall of air, a holy light seal, gradually sealing off the enemy's path of advance and retreat, until finally they were unable to move and were bound.
This was particularly evident in Master Ku's hands. His inner strength was profound, his breath long and deep, and the force of his palm strikes lingered for a long time, as if more than a dozen seals were superimposed on Yu Ni's body. Gradually, her movements slowed down. However, Yu Ni's evil power was too strong. Although Master Ku could gain the upper hand by using the seals, as long as he revealed the slightest opening, he would be counterattacked by Yu Ni at any time. If he wanted to completely subdue Yu Ni, he would have to make a full-force attack.
"Junior Nephew Yu Ni, although your internal strength cultivation is excellent, you lack sufficient martial arts variations to match it, which is a great pity. Your current internal strength is not what your sect passed down. What is the reason for this? You will have to ask Junior Brother Xin Deng later."
In order to suppress Yu Ni in one fell swoop, Master Ku prepared to make a final attack. Judging from his appearance of being sweating profusely and panting heavily, the round of fighting with Yu Ni just now had obviously exhausted him. However, when he formed a hand seal with his ten fingers and was about to strike with his palm, shock waves swept in all directions like a raging tsunami. Brilliant and dazzling holy light shone from his palm and spread throughout his body, making him look like a golden Arhat, so powerful that it was difficult for people to look directly at him.
It wasn't any kind of light magic, but I had never seen any artifact or magic that could emanate such a powerful aura of light, an incomparably holy wave of light that seemed to emanate endlessly, purifying all darkness and evil. In an instant, my heart was filled with peace and tranquility, and I almost knelt down with this wave of light to repent for all my sins.
"Nephew, wake up! It's a rare treat to witness this; don't lose yourself in it."
Mao Yan'an's voice rang in my ears, bringing me back to my senses in time. I secretly rejoiced and, before it was too late, gave Yu Ni the second signal.
"Watch closely! This is the first ultimate technique of the Cihang Jingdian, the Tathagata Palm!"
The Tathagata Palm, the sacred martial art of the Cihang Jingdian Temple, has been the subject of many legends. It is said that this palm technique has subdued demons and monsters, annihilating countless wicked and evil spirits. The complete incantation is passed down only to the sect leader. For thousands of years, the Temple of Light has repeatedly faced dangers, and the sect leader has relied on this palm technique to weather countless storms and turn peril into safety. To witness this palm technique firsthand would indeed be a great privilege, but if I were to remain a spectator, things would be bad for Yu Ni.
As my second coded message reached Yu Ni's ears, a certain ripple began to ripple in the atmosphere. The brilliant holy light remained dazzling, but there was another equally chilling aura. Even under the all-encompassing holy light, it could not conceal that icy, unparalleled sharpness, which was cutting through the gaps in the holy light, seeping out bit by bit, as a small prelude to the thunderous strike.
"Ah...this..."
Master Ku sensed something was wrong. Immediately, disregarding his insufficient strength, he uttered a Zen chant that made the surrounding objects buzz, and a palm strike of thunderous force was unleashed.
Tathagata Palm First Form - Buddha's Light Appears!
Under the seven-colored glazed Buddha light, the ground suddenly underwent a strange change. The space within a five-foot radius seemed to lose its gravity, and all objects floated upwards uncontrollably. This thunderous palm strike was launched at the moment when the target's center of gravity was greatly disrupted. The two were cleverly combined. Yu Ni should have been subdued by this palm strike, but unfortunately, the palm strike missed its target as soon as the Buddha light appeared!
The powerful palm strike was as strong as a surging wave, but in the dazzling Buddha light, a light and graceful figure flapped its wings and flew, completely unaffected by the gravity imbalance. The flapping of its wings made it even more agile in this strange space, and it flew over at high speed along the turbulent air currents.
Bathed in the seven-colored Buddhist light, Yu Ni's radiant and heroic figure could be vaguely seen. Not only had she spread her wings, but strange floral patterns and runes had also emerged on her pretty face and slender legs. Her delicate hands had also transformed into claws, and her fierce half-human, half-beast appearance showed that she had entered the strongest half-beast transformation state of the Feather Clan female warrior.
(This move is being used for the first time, and it consumes too much energy. Even with the power of the sixth level, it still requires half-beast transformation to fully withstand it. I don't know how effective it will be...)
As if responding to my expectations, a bright and crystalline icy blade pierced through the warm Buddhist light, as if telling a long-ago dream. In the dreamlike haze, blood-red ice flowers bloomed.
Just as the ancient legend of five hundred years ago says, when the Shattering Dream Blade is drawn, blood will inevitably flow, drinking the blood of every enemy before ending their dreams.
Shattering Dream Blade, First Move: A New Generation Buries the Old!
"Ahhhhhh!"
Amidst a deafening scream of extreme pain, the warm Buddhist light was shattered into pieces, turning into a sky full of blood flowers. Master Ku staggered backward, even crashing into a wall behind him. His left shoulder and left arm were covered in blood, indicating that he was seriously injured by this blade. But what was most impressive was the look of astonishment on his face.
"This, this is... the Shattered Dream Blade!"
The wife-to-husband sword technique, lost for five hundred years, was now officially revived in Yu Ni's hands. As she gracefully descended from mid-air, she held only a broken blade in her hand, with three shocking diagonal bloodstains on the blade. It was the Shattered Dream Blade that Ryan Buffett had given me back then.
(Ha, Yu Ni has strong internal energy, but she doesn't have enough martial arts skills to match it. Do you think I don't know this shortcoming? Knowing it clearly but not improving it, do you think I'm that stupid? Great monk, don't be so clever, go back to your vegetarian meal!)
Yu Ni, holding the Shattered Dream Blade, still stood in front of me and Mao Yan'an, her long hair flowing, majestic and imposing. Her powerful and heroic figure made people dare not cross the line. Even the injured Master Ku could only retreat in the face of difficulties.
"Nephew Yu Ni has mastered the Shattered Dream Blade, demonstrating that she has surpassed her master. However, young benefactor... one should not evade what one should face. Our sect is searching for your whereabouts with all our might. If you do not wish to find yourself unable to move an inch on this earth, you should come to our sect to explain yourself."
I decided to be lenient, as I now held the upper hand and had no need to do anything to make my position more precarious. Besides, I had enemies in the Palace of Light and naturally needed friends as well. Therefore, I adopted a humble attitude, speaking kindly to the old monk and giving him ample face, allowing him to leave satisfied.
However, as Master Ku turned to leave, an unexpected incident occurred. As he was leaving from the other side, a black panther suddenly darted past his feet.
Seeing the belated arrival of Violet, I had a bad feeling, because logically, Violet shouldn't appear alone, unless…
Before I could stop her, Ah Xue, who appeared next, almost bumped into Master Ku. If it weren't for the agility of the Buddhist monk, she would have fallen headfirst into the two plump breasts in front of her, causing the old monk to repeatedly apologize. His disheveled appearance as he retreated was even more frightened than when he was injured by the Shattered Dream Blade. The
half-orc physique and the magician's attire, these two seemingly incompatible outfits, confused Master Ku for a moment. However, when his gaze rose and he clearly saw Ah Xue's face, he suddenly let out a terrified cry as if he had seen a ghost.
"Ghost...demon...why are you..."
For this highly accomplished monk to be so terrified, the situation was clearly extraordinary. Even Ah Xue was startled by his shout, taking two steps back in surprise.
This change came too suddenly; before we could react, Master Ku had already swiftly departed. At that moment, I realized that this journey to the Golden Flower Federation might be far more exciting than expected...
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After a battle, there's always a post-battle review, but this time the situation was particularly complex, a tangled mess, and I didn't know how to sort it out.
Firstly, regarding Ah Xue, I anticipated this situation when I brought her to the Golden Flower Federation. Generally, Tianhe Xueqiong travels the world masked, but the senior monks of Cihang Jingdian might have seen her true face, which isn't surprising. I also have my own plans to implement this. However, Master Ku's shout is quite intriguing.
Why is a saint called a devil? Did Master Ku really believe her to be Tianhe Xueqiong? If so, Tianhe Xueqiong's background might hold secrets worth investigating.
Ah Xue seemed startled as well. From Master Ku's reaction, she felt that he should recognize her, and even know about her lost past. However, Master Ku's words stirred up her hidden pain, leaving her absent-minded and lost in thought ever since she returned.
Yu Ni was very concerned about Ah Xue's condition, but she also didn't forget to ask me for my thoughts on watching the martial arts fight. When talking about the battle, she was radiant, like a handsome boy. But when I praised her and patted her head, Yu Ni smiled broadly, like a primary school student receiving a reward from a teacher.
"The news has probably already spread. Use your intelligence network to check what exactly happened."
The top-secret information that Yu Ni obtained through her police officer identity seemed extremely bad. Just yesterday afternoon, news came from the Palace of Light that Elder Zhishan, who had disappeared more than a year ago, had been confirmed to have been murdered. Moreover, after investigation, John Farrell, who witnessed everything, and Kato Taka were suspected of murder. Considering the rumors about John Farrell's collusion with the Black Dragon Society, the murderer who caused Elder Zhishan's death was about to be revealed. Therefore, Cihang Jingdian just issued an order to find this person and investigate.
"This news was only released yesterday. Apart from Cihang Jingdian itself, Jingnian Chan Association has always advocated promoting good and eliminating evil forces. Therefore, upon learning of Elder Zhishan's murder, those belonging to the Eagle Faction were extremely indignant and vowed to hunt down the culprit and punish the wicked. They are currently conducting a full-scale manhunt for your whereabouts." "
Is that so? I am quite a prominent figure."
I said casually, but in my heart I suspected there was another reason. If what the wicked old thief Zhishan said is true, and the mastermind behind the Jingnian Chan Association is also Xinchan, another group he secretly cultivated in order to completely seize real power, then he might use the Jingnian Chan Association to intercept and kill me before I enter the Cihang Jingdian headquarters, so that I won't testify and say anything detrimental to him.
Hey! So many people want to kill me, line up one by one, when will it be your turn, you bunch of bald donkeys? If it were a beauty in a bellyband, then there would be room for negotiation, but I will absolutely not die at the hands of a bald thief.
"But this is really a headache. I've only been in the Golden Flower Federation for a few days, and I'm already living the life of a wanted man? Since I've already gotten myself into trouble, I don't mind adding another one. Hey, female paparazzi, why are you being chased?"
Charlotte's expression looked very sour, and it seemed that she also thought that I had killed Zhi Shan and that she was aiding and abetting me by providing information to me. Actually, that wicked old thief, Zhishan, had committed countless evil deeds, even plotting against me on his deathbed. He deserved to be killed by me, but I hadn't done anything wrong, so I didn't want to take the blame.
Among the drugs I carried, several were incredibly effective at forcing confessions, but the aftereffect of becoming a cripple afterward was something I hadn't had time to figure out how to deal with. If Yu Ni hadn't persuaded Charlotte to provide information, these drugs might have come in handy.
According to Charlotte, after she came to work for the Golden Flower Federation, she became very interested in the Pure Mind Meditation Society because organizations with enormous power should be strictly controlled; otherwise, no matter how righteous their banner, they would eventually fall into depravity and lose their way.
These remarks were naturally hard for the monks who considered themselves to be wholeheartedly devoted to the world to accept. After the two sides had an unpleasant conversation, she relentlessly investigated the inner workings of the Jingnian Chan Association. Originally, she only wanted to investigate their accounts and the flow of money, but after more than a year of tracking, she gradually uncovered some things that were unknown to the outside world, including the leaders of the Jingnian Chan Association and several arms deals.
"I overheard them eavesdropping and they said they were planning to use this race as an opportunity to conduct an arms deal, supposedly to deal with the Black Dragon Society. The deal was related to the prizes for winning the race, but I didn't hear it clearly. When they got to that point, they spotted me and started chasing after me..."
The footage Charlotte captured with her magic crystal confirmed this. Logically speaking, the Pure Mind Zen Society is a pro-war organization, and while their private arms dealing violates the laws of the Golden Flower Federation, given their influence within the Federation, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, the fact that those monks were so anxiously chasing Charlotte, determined to retrieve the footage she had taken, suggests there must be something unusual about it.
"Hmm... For every buyer, there must be a seller. The Pure Mind Zen Society is the buyer, but do you know who the seller is?"
Charlotte shook her head, saying she didn't know. After all, she only knew some rudimentary martial arts and couldn't possibly track down top-tier masters. The level of intelligence she obtained was limited, and it was already incredible that she could find out this much. However, I had a thought. If the Pure Mind Zen Society was colluding with Kurosawa Kazuo, could the other party selling the arms be the Black Dragon Society? Most of the monks of the Pure Mind Zen Society were unaware of this matter. Even if they were betrayed and manipulated, they were still shouting the slogan of exterminating demons.
(I've seen those scorpion behemoths that the Pure Mind Zen Society researches on Fengling Island in the East China Sea. It seems the Black Dragon Society and the Pure Mind Zen Society are exchanging weapons. Hmm… their so-called "arms" might not necessarily be weapons or blades; perhaps they're research secrets on some kind of biological weaponry. They're not large, but…)
The Black Dragon Society, the Pure Mind Zen Society, and Formula One racing—these seemingly unrelated things are gradually becoming intertwined. This is something I didn't foresee before joining the Golden Flower Federation. Thinking about it this way, Sister Yueying's invitation for me to participate in Formula One racing might involve a very complex power struggle.
"By the way, Xue, I remember I should have told you that after we come to the Golden Flower Federation, if there is a battle and Yu Ni can handle it, you don't need to show yourself. What were you doing running out just now? Do you know that doing this could cause unexpected danger?"
I believe Xue is a very sensible woman. Since it was something I had seriously said, she has no reason to easily disagree. There must be some special reason.
"Because... when Master and Sister Yu Ni were fighting, I sensed a very strong ominous atmosphere. I thought you were in danger... but it wasn't until the battle ended that I realized this ominous atmosphere was emanating from that old monk... I wanted to warn him, so I came out, but... but I didn't expect..."
"Ah! Oh no!"
Monks or wizards with high magical power have a stronger premonition than magicians of the other four elements, especially regarding major events such as death, disasters, and diseases, their precognitive sense is particularly strong. Ah Xue, having absorbed the Blood Pearl of Ten Thousand Spirits into her body, is an excellent sorcerer capable of summoning thousands of undead at will. If she said she had an ominous feeling, then she was absolutely right, and she certainly wouldn't say she sensed an ominous atmosphere. But it turned out to be a misunderstanding during someone else's joyous wedding celebration… Well, okay, I must admit that for some men, marriage is indeed a calamity, a suffering.
And I actually overlooked one possibility. For a conspirator intent on sowing discord between me and the entire Temple of Light, what opportunity would be more effective in further highlighting the conflict between us than targeting Master Ku? Master Ku came to ask me to return and investigate. He fought with us and was injured by Yu Ni. These are all facts. If we ambush him on his way back and kill him, we can hold us accountable. Then there will be no possibility of reconciliation between me and Cihang Jingdian. Xin Chan can also instruct Jingnian Chan Society to hunt me down.
"This is terrible. I must pray to the gods and Buddhas to protect me. Master Ku, please don't let anything happen to you!"
The greatest regret in life is that hindsight is always 20/20. By the time I realized my mistake, things had already taken a terrible turn. Master Ku was assassinated after parting ways with us. Although we don't know the details, we only know that Master Ku returned to the local branch with severe injuries, his body covered in bloodstains and wounds. He couldn't utter a single word; he simply pointed to his wounds and passed away.
We only know this much through intelligence channels, but all the monks of the Temple of Light know that the kind and amiable Master Ku went to invite the suspect in the Zhishan Bloodbath back for investigation, which led to a conflict and his death. Suddenly, both blood debts are pinned on us. Not only are all the monks in the Golden Flower Federation filled with grief and anger, vowing to hunt down the killer, but even ordinary military and police agencies have set up special task forces, determined to bring us to justice.
"Hey, my dear nephew, this doesn't look good. The Kingdom of Alibuda issued a statement today saying they knew all along that you harbored malicious intentions, and that they will not tolerate or show favoritism in this bloodshed. They will cooperate fully and vow to cut you into a thousand pieces to appease the spirit of the Bitter Master in heaven."
"Hmph, aren't there enough people to kick me when I'm down? I already have many enemies; what do I care about a few more people spouting nonsense? It's normal for people to cause trouble for me; it would be strange if someone supported me at a time like this."
"You're wrong about that. The latest intelligence I just found out shows that someone actually supports you."
"Ah? Is it Sister Yueying or Li Huamei? But publicly supporting me at a time like this is unwise. Not only will it not help me, it will also endanger their own situation. How could they be so reckless?"
"Neither of them, it's the Black Dragon Society! It's said that the Black Witch Goddess appeared in the East China Sea earlier today, publicly stating that your safety is protected by the Black Dragon Society, and that if anyone dares to lay a finger on a hair on the head of the Black Dragon Society's Chief Protector, the Black Dragon Society will retaliate with blood at all costs."
"The Black Dragon Society's Chief Protector? Who's that?"
"Nephew..."
Mao Yan'an sighed, his expression a half-smile, clearly mocking me. He patted my shoulder and said seriously, "It's you!"
In hindsight, Phoenix's prophecy was completely accurate. We've only just arrived in the Golden Flower Federation, and trouble has already struck. If we take a more optimistic view, this situation of being condemned by everyone is a good opportunity for growth. As long as we can pass these tests, our strength and confidence will greatly improve. But if we don't take a more optimistic view... we might as well order equipment from the coffin shop now.
"Hmph, I won't admit defeat so easily. Heartless Thief Bald, if you have the guts, bring it on! You provoked me first, and this time we won't call it a day until you're utterly ruined."
The words were spoken with great bravado, but reality was beyond our control. Even with the strength of the five strongest individuals, we couldn't contend with the enraged citizens of the Golden Flower Federation. From the second day onward, we began our life of escape and hiding, sneaking around and concealing ourselves. Any slip of the tongue would inevitably lead to a series of brutal battles.
Life on the run is a unique experience. No matter how skilled or spirited a master is, they aren't necessarily adept at escaping and hiding—something we'd already learned in our previous adventures. Fortunately, Yu Ni was a professional tracker, and reverse concealment was one of her specialties. Combined with Mao Yan'an's extensive experience, we had enough resources to play this game of hide-and-seek.
In the first few days of our escape, Ah Xue wasn't in good spirits. She was deeply disappointed at not being able to save Master Ku, but this was a pain shared by everyone with strong precognitive abilities throughout history, and she could only cope with it on her own. On the other hand, Yu Ni appeared cheerful and enthusiastically helped us evade our pursuers, showing no sign of sadness whatsoever.
That night, after we had safely hidden ourselves in a small inn and escaped the harassment of a large group of pursuers, Yu Ni and I were alone in our room, talking about Master Ku.
"Master Ku was very good to me. He was very kind and always smiling. He even taught me and Hong'er martial arts before. Although I didn't see him often, I really liked him."
"Really? But he's gone. You don't seem very sad."
"Because I'm with you. As long as I'm with you, John, every day feels like living in paradise. I don't even have enough time to say I'm happy, let alone be sad."
Yu Ni laughed happily, her snow-white arms wrapping around my neck. Judging from her expression, she was indeed a little woman immersed in happiness. Unfortunately, I knew in my heart that rather than feeling like I was in heaven every day by her side, it was more like I was smoking marijuana every moment...
"Ani, thank you for your concern, but I hope you can have your own life and your own thoughts."
After firmly refusing the beauty's favor, I made Yu Ni sit up straight and keep a little distance from me, and said, "Your life should be independent. You can't find joy in my happiness. You should have your own thoughts. If that day comes, then I..." Yu Ni's eyes were hazy
, and she seemed to understand but not quite. I knew that these words contradicted her "central idea," and there was no point in saying more. Just as I was about to let her get up to practice her skills, a round of applause and a hearty laugh suddenly came from outside the door.
"Good! Brother John, you remain unmoved by temptation, truly a gentleman. I admire you wholeheartedly and believe you are not the cold-blooded killer rumored to be."
Amidst the loud laughter, he didn't forget to knock on the door to signal. When the wooden door was pushed open, the first gentleman of the Golden Flower Federation appeared before us, refined, elegant, and polite. Fang Qingshu's long-unseen figure came into view.

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