Alibuda Era Festival 11

My estimation was absolutely correct. My mother, the Martial God, is truly powerful. If I could, I would love to see her true form. To be able to block the attacks of hundreds of light wheels with only her protective true energy is truly remarkable; she is one of the most skilled martial artists I have ever seen.
However, the power of the Yama Corpse Mantis is even greater. Hundreds of vacuum light wheels seemed unable to break through the enemy's protective energy, but they changed shortly after contact. The sharp vacuum light wheels suddenly twisted and moved, as if given life, coiling and writhing, and then transforming into countless blood maggots that would burrow into anything they touched.
The protective aura that could withstand a thousand spears and blades was utterly vulnerable to the burrowing of thousands of blood maggots. It was easily pierced through, and then, with unstoppable momentum, the thousands of blood maggots covered the entire body within the golden light, using their penetrating power capable of piercing steel to erode flesh, tear bones, and destroy tendons.
This result greatly surprised even me. I never expected that the Vacuum Light Wheel could transform into living beings and perform such bizarre tactics. The riddled body before me, riddled with holes and teeming with countless blood maggots, truly sent chills down my spine. I heard a long, mournful scream ring in my ears.
"Ahhhhhh!" The scream was abruptly cut short. Countless pieces of flesh and blood scattered and fell to the ground amidst the dust. Clusters of bluish-purple light, representing souls, rose into the sky, only to be swallowed by the dark clouds. The Yama Corpse Mantis let out a mournful howl, a symbol of victory, bringing this brief but extremely brutal battle to a close.
After devouring the enemy's souls, the Yama Corpse Mantis vanished into the air, and everything slowly returned to normal. I remained staring blankly at the sky, only snapping out of my daze after a long while.
One inexplicable night, the battle raged fiercely, with extremely heavy casualties. Apart from myself and the unconscious Bianca, there was practically no one left alive. Whether it was the Black Dragon Ninja Army or the elves, everyone who remained was dead.
The enemy was incredibly strong. The Black Dragon Ninja Army's collective fighting power was an eye-opener for me. And that Mother Martial Goddess who easily defeated the Black Dragon Ninja Army, despite her chaotic and incomprehensible actions, possessed truly high martial arts skills, enough to rank her among the top ten in the Yellow Earth. It's simply unbelievable that I could kill such a master.
The destructive power of the third lustful beast far exceeded my expectations. What surprised me most was how light the burden on the host was. Only the magic power required to control the lustful beasts and spirits was needed to command such a powerful fighting creature. It was like a dream.
(Amazing! So strong and so mana-efficient, no wonder Famit was invincible back then! Hmm?)
I thought of an important question. Famit was invincible five hundred years ago because of the six dark summoning beasts. The Yama Corpse Mantis is so evil and ferocious, so different from the Water-Fire Demon Spider and the Phoenix Blood Bee. Could it be that I stumbled upon the method of creating dark summoning beasts?
Although the Yama Corpse Mantis didn't yet possess the characteristics of a dark summon beast combining a beautiful woman and an insect body, as I had seen in my previous encounters, its appearance was indeed that of a human-bodied insect. If you were to pinpoint the exact location, it really did seem to have that quality. This discovery made me jump for joy, but when I thought about the key to successfully creating a dark summon beast, I was completely clueless and had no idea where to begin.
(However, the fully-formed Dark Summoning Beast should be superior to the incomplete version, so why did it almost kill me from exhaustion, and was far less effortless than the incomplete version? Does the fully-formed version simply exchange magic power for combat strength? Or, um… the summoned beasts I summoned were Famit's summoned beasts, not mine, and they didn't acknowledge me as their master, which is why it caused such a huge burden… Could that be the reason?)
Countless technical questions flooded my mind. Although I knew I couldn't find answers immediately, I couldn't help but think about them seriously.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept past me. I was startled and quickly retreated several steps to create distance, only to see a person standing in front of me with an extremely grim expression. It was Bai Qi, who had abandoned me in the battle.
"I made a mistake." Without saying much, Bai Qi uttered this sentence, which I couldn't understand for a long time. Just as I was about to ask, he glanced at the Sage's Bracelet on my wrist and said, "This thing is good. You usually wear it without taking it off?" The question was strange, but I knew that Bai Qi had seen the value of the Sage's Bracelet and knew that I would never easily let this treasure go without me. In fact, I was not yet qualified to use the Sage's Bracelet. Its energy worked strangely, and often once I put it on, I couldn't take it off for days. I couldn't take it off even if I wanted to.
"Just keep it on." Bai Qi made a lightning-fast move and suddenly grabbed the Sage's Bracelet on my wrist. Strangely, even though he was gripping the bracelet, I felt a sharp pain in my head, as if a thousand needles were piercing it, and I couldn't help but howl in agony.
"I've placed a restriction on you with the primordial energy of all things. From now on, whenever you use the Third Lustful God Beast, you'll experience excruciating headaches, thus limiting your opportunities to use it." As the intense pain gradually subsided, hearing Bai Qi's words, I was so angry I almost cursed out loud. I was indeed able to summon the Yama Corpse Mantis with Bai Qi's significant assistance, completing the final stage of the Lustful God Beast's creation through a dark blood sacrifice. But now he was deliberately stealing the battlefield treasure I had just acquired, which made me seethe with hatred and vowed to make him suffer a horrible death.
But why would Bai Qi do this? If he was afraid of the power of the Yama Corpse Mantis, he could have killed me right now and eliminated the future trouble. With the power that allowed him to subdue me in an instant, he had obviously suppressed the old problem and definitely had the strength to do so. Why didn't he?
"I won't explain that reason, and you don't need to understand it for now, but I am very sure of one thing: you will definitely be grateful to me for this in the future." Of course, I couldn't guess the absurd riddle, but the situation was beyond my control, so I had to swallow my anger for now.
"Hey, I'll swallow this debt for now, but you betrayed our ally, violating our earlier agreement. How about that?" "How do you want to settle this? I won't help you rape women." "Smart, then let's do it this way. I have no interest in doing business in the middle of nowhere. You take care of this piece of trash for me, okay?" The trash I was referring to was, of course, Bianca. This petite and adorable elf girl was badly injured in the bloody battle and had been knocked unconscious by her mother, the War Goddess. But she had already woken up, holding a halberd, glaring at me fiercely.
The Water-Fire Spider and the Phoenix Blood Bee were both shattered in the battle and wouldn't be able to regenerate for a certain period. I was also exhausted from the battle and had no chance of fighting Bianca. If I didn't seek refuge with Bai Qi, I would die here immediately, let alone have any other ambitions.
Bai Qi's martial arts were far superior to Bianca's, but he seemed somewhat hesitant, considering how to deter Bianca without causing her any real harm. After all, it wasn't easy to stop a woman determined to avenge herself. So Bai Qi fell into a brief moment of consideration.
Judging purely from his appearance, Bai Qi was just an unremarkable, ordinary young man. Bianca, who had never suffered at his hands, naturally didn't know how powerful he was and was itching to use her halberd. I, on the other hand, watched the show with leisure.
Just as Bianca was about to take action, Bai Qi, deep in thought, suddenly made a decision. He first looked at me, as if he had gained some inspiration from me.
"Little elf girl, have you ever heard a story passed down through generations of elves? A young elf who loved flowers accidentally dropped the flowers he was holding into a sacred spring. He cried very sadly, which moved the goddess of the spring, who appeared before him, holding a flower in each hand, and asked him questions..." Bai Qi's words must have been either extremely well-informed or utter nonsense, because in the past year or so, I had dabbled in various folk tales and legends of Solancia. Similar stories did exist, but the protagonist was a woodcutter, and what fell into the spring were two golden and silver axes. Where did this flower-loving elf boy come from? It's truly unbelievable.
However, Bai Qi didn't give us time to question him. Suddenly, he made his move, casually stomping his foot on the ground. The ground within dozens of feet around him was instantly sliced into countless tiny cubes, collapsing and rolling, transforming the ground, which had been a mess by my mother, the God
of War, into a smooth, soft sand. This divine skill rivaled that of the five strongest warriors. Even I, who was mentally prepared, was still shocked. Bianca was completely dumbfounded, all her fighting spirit vanishing. But what truly surprised us even more was what was about to happen.
Without a word, Bai Qi raised his middle finger at Bianca, just as his mother, the Goddess of War, had done, lewdly moving it up and down. As Bianca's face gradually paled, he continued his ridiculous story.
"The goddess asked the boy: 'Did you fall into the spring with this tender, red, and tightly closed little daisy?'" Bai Qi smiled, his raised middle finger like a terrifying weapon, "...or your big chrysanthemum that's about to be ruined?" Recalling the feeling of being threatened by her mother, the Goddess of War, even a cunning villain like herself would feel a chill run down her spine. Bianca was facing such a threat for the first time, and the mental pressure she felt was unimaginable. No wonder she let out such a terrifying scream.
"Whoa~~~~~~" The difference in strength, coupled with the intimidation from the alien, finally made Bianca consider retreating. Regaining her composure, she immediately flew away, her halberd snapping in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, she was far away, and we could only hear her panicked voice echoing in the distance.
"You two are perverts! Perverts!!!" The terrified elf girl fled at high speed, and as I listened to her receding voice, I couldn't suppress my laughter. Finally, I burst into laughter, almost falling to the ground.
The one who created this farce, however, seemed completely unmoved, staring at me expressionlessly.
"What's so funny?" "O-Of course there is... Hahahaha... You know... Hahehehe... That laugh you gave when you were giving me the middle finger was so lewd... Hehehehe..." "Really? I didn't really feel anything myself." This seemingly aloof boy, who didn't laugh when he should, revealed a gentle smile and spoke softly.
"I guess this is... adapting to local customs."
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Actually, the idea of "adapting to local customs" might be a form of biased discrimination, but we can't help but think that way, and I believe many foreigners share this sentiment.
If androgynous monsters are a characteristic of the Ishtar Wizards, then gay men and lesbians with fujoshi (female fans of BL) who have sexual orientations different from the norm seem to be the landmarks of the Golden Flower Federation. This argument is obviously unfair, because homosexuals exist everywhere, and it's unreasonable to blame only the Plantagenet Federation. However, other countries are not tolerant of homosexuality; some conservative countries not only suppress it but even hunt it down. Only the Plantagenet Federation explicitly protects the rights of homosexuals, allowing them to be active openly without having to go to special places.
Therefore, to us foreigners, the Plantagenet Federation has become the land of homosexuals. I believe this stereotype was not the original intention of the legislators.
Putting aside this digression, Bai Qi and I, my travel companions who are temporarily not friend or foe, finally arrived in Chicago after several days of travel.
The last few days of the trip involved traversing mountains and rivers, without any particularly dangerous or adventurous situations. With this troublesome travel companion keeping me in check, I no longer had time to sneak off to rape, kidnap, or harm innocent people. The original purpose of this solo trip was completely thwarted, and my wishful thinking of using the rape and murder of virgins to boost my cultivation was also a complete failure.
However, I gained an unexpectedly greater benefit. The birth of the Yama Corpse Mantis was far more powerful than I had imagined. Compared to the previous two lustful god summoned beasts, its destructive power was a leap of three levels, and it seemed to have grasped the path of dark summoned beasts more accurately. This was far more beneficial than the rape and murder of over a hundred virgins.
But just when I was overjoyed at my good fortune, a bucket of cold water was poured on me. I've tested it myself a couple of times in private. Every time I try to summon the Yama Corpse Mantis, my head feels like it's being pierced by a thousand needles, the pain is so intense it feels like it's about to explode, and I can't suppress it no matter what I do. It seems that unless I can break that damned Lock of All Things' Primordial Energy, just as Bai Qi predicted, as soon as I summon the Yama Corpse Mantis, this intense pain will haunt me relentlessly.
It's infuriating! If I weren't restricted by this, I wouldn't need to think at all in future battles. I could easily summon the Yama Corpse Mantis and sweep across the battlefield. Although I wouldn't be strong enough to fight the strongest, I would have a considerable chance of winning against experts like Fang Qingshu and Jia Tengying. Experts below the sixth level of cultivation would be no match for me.
The one who tied the knot must untie it. These past few days I've been trying to build a closer relationship with Bai Qi. He's a very guarded person, rarely revealing his true thoughts. It's only because he's forced to maintain a friendly relationship with me that he always replies to my questions during our conversations, and in these back-and-forth exchanges, he inadvertently reveals his true feelings.
He's not actually a bad person; he's generally reasonable. As long as there's no conflict of interest, Bai Qi is even a gentle and polite young man. However, if one is blinded by this and ignores his dangerous nature, this seemingly delicate and gentle young man can take a life in an instant.
Bai Qi's health is poor; to put it bluntly, it's extremely poor. After sunset, he would cough most of the time, a heavy cough as if his lungs were rotting and decaying. He was also extremely weak. After witnessing his illness several times, my initial impression of him began to change. I felt that this super warrior of Ishtar might actually be a super defective product that had failed to be manufactured.
But no matter how sick he was, Bai Qi never lost his power. Even when he coughed the most, I could still feel that razor-sharp, dangerous pressure emanating from him. Even the carnivorous dogs that wanted to get close and take advantage of him would be frightened and run away with their tails between their legs after just one glance from him.
"You're really strange. You're so sick, why don't you find a place to rest and recuperate? Do you really want to throw your life away?" I asked Bai Qi, unable to contain my confusion. He simply replied, "The task that must be carried out must be completed." In the last few days of the journey, Bai Qi didn't ask me anything about my memories. I didn't know what he wanted to get from my mind. However, during our conversations, I learned that his mother had passed away, his father had run away from home, and now he only had a younger brother, a younger sister, and apparently a messy brother-in-law.
Strangely enough, his unusually cold demeanor led me to believe he was estranged from his family and all alone. I was surprised to find he actually had a fairly normal family, and judging from his expressions, this young man seemed to be a family man. When he talked about his younger siblings, his expression… was warmer than ever before.
(What a strange Ishtar guy…)
Our acquaintance was fleeting. When the Chicago boundary marker finally came into view, we parted ways, but predictably, we would meet again at the racetrack soon.
After several days of travel, we had talked, eaten, and most importantly, fought side-by-side. There was bound to be some friendship, so the sudden separation felt rather odd. I wondered how he felt, but I found myself strangely "reluctant" to leave. However, when we parted, neither of us said a word; we simply turned and left. A killer, a conman—friendship wasn't something we could afford. These fleeting acquaintances were the simplest and safest option; otherwise… sooner or later, we'd either be betrayed by our best friend, or we'd be betraying our best friend.
After that, I entered the big city of Chicago alone. For the past few days, I've had a vague feeling that I'm being followed and monitored by someone. It's not Bianca, but some other powerful figure or organization. It could be Bai Qi's bodyguard, or the Black Dragon Ninja Army that returned. But since they haven't shown up or made any moves, I've pretended not to know. After I entered Chicago, this feeling disappeared. I guess they probably left with another of my companions.
Chicago is vast, with countless vehicles and pedestrians creating massive traffic jams even from the city's outskirts. Trains, horses, maglev trains, and other modes of transportation form a complex network. Meanwhile, the city's numerous towering skyscrapers stand side by side, vying for height, their special glass facades reflecting sunlight. The bustling beauty of the city center can be seen from hundreds of miles away, leaving me in awe.
Walking along Fifth Avenue, the city's most bustling thoroughfare, countless gleaming luxury cars shuttled back and forth on the wide, eight-lane road. Neatly trimmed trees and flowerbeds lined the sidewalks, their vibrant greens and reds adding elegance to the grand cityscape. Meanwhile, the oddly shaped, haphazardly arranged tables and chairs beside the sidewalks, though strangely comical in appearance, possessed avant-garde art, making one feel the city's vitality.
"Tsk, why does it smell like popcorn and hot dogs? I've been wandering around in the mountains for days, I'm actually quite hungry." I still had some lingering worries, but my mind was only anxious to reunite with Yueying, fearing that something might have happened during my days of isolation that could have caused the situation to spiral out of control.
The meeting place Yueying gave me was a high-rise building on Fifth Avenue, owned by the Buffett family. On my way there, I overheard people talking about current events. Besides news of the New Orleans flood, they were also talking about the orc slaves in Ishtar who had rioted again, resulting in considerable bloodshed.
(Damn, this is the last thing I wanted to hear. Can't those orcs behave themselves? They're already slaves, why don't they just accept their fate and cause me all this trouble?)
Ishtar is thousands of miles away, and even if tens of thousands of orc slaves die in the riot, it won't concern me. But Xue is a worrying variable. She really does consider herself a half-orc. Lately, Ah Xue has become increasingly interested in news about orcs, frequently asking about the beast slaves in Ishtar. Each time, I've just brushed it off lightly. Later, I even gave Mao Yan'an and Yu Ni strict orders not to let Ah Xue know anything about that, lest she lose her mind and actually pester me to go to Ishtar to liberate the slaves.
This is no joke. Given Ah Xue's personality, this isn't just possible, it's highly likely.
And if such a thing were to actually happen, I'd rather she regain her memories and let me fight Tianhe Xueqiong to the death, or even just let her kill me. Otherwise, if I were to single-handedly storm into Ishtar to liberate the beast slaves, the result would likely be many deaths, much worse.
Since I wasn't with Ah Xue, I hoped those delinquent middle-aged men would strictly follow orders and not hypocritically stir up trouble. Otherwise, one problem after another would arise, and we might all soon be dragged to Ishtar to be saviors, only to be nailed to wooden frames together.
(Oh, I almost forgot, I tied the uncle up like a mummy and stuffed him into Amadeus as a package. I wonder if he's been returned yet? Hahaha, I hope he hasn't really turned into a dried-up corpse.)
In my smug imagination, I arrived at the agreed-upon building, introduced myself as the newly hired race car driver for the Buffett Foundation, and asked to see Chairman Leng Yueying.
The guards, who had already given me instructions, led me inside to bathe and change. However, when I asked to see Yueying immediately, I encountered an unexpected obstacle. Several of Yueying's personal maids said that Yueying was receiving guests, but their faces showed strange and troubled expressions, as if there was something they didn't want me to know.
(Receiving guests? What kind of guests are so important? Are they dignitaries from the Golden Flower Federation? But Sister Yueying knows I'm here, there's no reason she would let me stay here. And these maids' expressions are so strange, even ambiguous, what's going on... Ah!)
My mind raced, and an idea flashed through my mind. My face suddenly darkened as I thought of the most likely reason.
When Ryan Buffett was president, Moon Sakura, in order to help him stabilize the political situation, helped host the Buffett family's private, dark banquets. These were extremely luxurious, debauched, and decadent parties. Through masked and immoral exchanges, she gained insight into the desires and weaknesses of high-ranking officials and dignitaries into their loyalty.
As far as I know, Moon Sakura was the hostess of these banquets, only responsible for hosting. The actual work of receiving distinguished guests was entirely entrusted to top-tier prostitutes hired at high prices. Although the guests coveted the queen's beauty, they could only pay homage and kiss her fair toes, never able to have a chance to touch her.
Even so, this matter still made me very uncomfortable. So, after Yueying and I started dating, I brought it up. Although I didn't explain it very clearly, Yueying considerately sensed my feelings and promised to find someone else to take over the work and no longer handle the banquet matters herself.
I always thought Yueying had already withdrawn from this dark work, but seeing the maids' shifty eyes and strange expressions, I still became suspicious.
Yueying's personal maids were all trained in martial arts and were armed maids who could wield swords and spears. However, as a pursuer and a magician, I naturally had several techniques for getting the truth out of people, and I quickly figured out the truth.
It turns out that Yueying had indeed given up her job hosting the banquets. However, even though she no longer hosted group banquets, she was still specially assigned by a very small number of important guests to provide her with special personal services. The maids didn't know the identities of these guests, but they could easily guess that the people Yueying had to entertain were definitely top figures in the Golden Flower Federation, whose every move could influence the international situation.
"After the President's death, the Madam has been reducing the number of guests. Now... there is only one mysterious guest left in the country, who comes to entertain the Madam every month and a half." The only important person from the Golden Flower Federation whom Yueying had to entertain, and who came every month and a half, piqued my curiosity greatly, and I was eager to find out more.
"Where is the banquet being held? Could it be inside this building? There are unusual magical fluctuations underground, this kind of barrier... Is the banquet underground?" "...No... We can't say..." Half-dazed, the maids struggled to resist my demands, but if I let them succeed, they'd be out of a job.
With some mild nerve-damaging drugs and skillful manipulation, I easily made the maids lead me straight to the secret underground club.
The building below was indeed heavily guarded; without these maids leading the way, I definitely wouldn't have been able to get past the layers of guards. Besides hundreds of powerful warriors and skilled sorcerers, there were dozens of layers of complex barriers to prevent attacks and spying from various long-range magic. I believed that even if a terrifying attack instantly razed the building to the ground, it wouldn't harm the people reveling underground.
Upon entering that pitch-black underground club, I hesitated briefly, wondering if I should continue.
Emotionally, I trusted Yueying. Although her moon-like soul contained some dark aspects that even I couldn't grasp, she was a very wise woman who knew her bottom line. Since she had chosen to be with me, she wouldn't do anything I couldn't accept.
However, I can't deny that a certain degree of darkness actually became a powerful stimulus during my intimate moments with Yueying, more potent than any aphrodisiac, turning us into two naked beasts, writhing in primal desire, reaching an extreme climax that surpassed any ordinary act of intercourse.
Because of this, a considerable element of my curiosity to explore unknown secrets was a hidden hope that the secrets I encountered would provide me with great stimulation and excitement. Passing through
layers of protection and blockade, I finally reached the depths of the underground structure, but then came unexpected news: the VIPs had finished their reception for the day and were about to leave via this path.
Upon hearing this news, a thought flashed through my mind. I slipped to the side, blending into the group of maids, head bowed low, waiting for the mysterious guest to pass by. To avoid being identified as a top-tier expert, I deliberately suppressed my aura to the lowest possible level, trying to attract no attention. A moment later, I heard a peculiar footstep…
◆ Chapter Seven: The True Night Saint Mother
The soft footsteps were almost silent; if it weren't for the Lustful Beast's superhuman perception, I certainly wouldn't have noticed. This also indicated that the newcomer was indeed a martial arts master with profound cultivation.
(As expected of the Golden Flower Federation, truly a place where hidden talents abound. The number of experts I've encountered in the past month is far greater and stronger than those I've seen in most of my life.)
Looking back, the masters I encountered after entering the Golden Flower Federation were indeed increasingly powerful. Although not all of them were locals, they were clearly drawn here by the Golden Flower Federation itself. It truly deserves its reputation as a vast and harmonious nation. Xin Chan, Bai Qi, my mother, the Martial God, and this powerful figure about to pass before me—though I don't know who he is, I feel an indescribable pressure emanating from his aura, as if warning me against rash actions, lest I suffer severe consequences.
However, within this pressure, there is another familiar aura, one that those outside this path cannot comprehend. The maids probably wouldn't understand what it was, but just by smelling the distinctive scent of the sweat, I knew what this body had just experienced and what kind of reception it had received.
(Tsk, tsk, tsk... This is really intense sadomasochistic behavior. Although there was no sexual intercourse, there was whipping, burning... Ugh, the body was trampled on, and there was the smell of leather. This guy is not only an expert in this area, but also has a good sense of taste. I like this kind of pervert. We can be friends...)
I am a very jealous and possessive person, but in this kind of situation, I don't feel disgusted. After all, this man is not only not involved with Yueying, but he also offered himself up to be severely abused. To put it bluntly, he is not my competitor, but just a male dog under the queen's feet.
Under normal circumstances, I would feel nothing but contempt for this pervert who willingly takes pleasure in being trampled under a woman's feet. However, since this male dog possesses considerable skill and might be a valuable asset, I become quite interested in him.
(Damn, the leather smell is too strong; I can't tell if it's been urinated on. What a pity! Hmm? This smell is... sandalwood!)
I detected a barely perceptible sandalwood scent, and my heart skipped a beat. I almost cried out, and this intense reaction immediately caught the man's attention. Although I didn't make a sound, a chilling sensation instantly swept over my body, sending shivers down my spine.
Unable to determine the other party's exact cultivation level, I knew he was definitely not someone to be trifled with. In this situation, to avoid trouble, I didn't even dare raise my head, keeping it bowed low like the maids beside me, kneeling to see the distinguished guest off with the utmost respect. Because
I didn't dare raise my head, I couldn't see the person's figure or appearance, but I unexpectedly learned his identity. Of course, knowing his full name was impossible, but I was certain this fellow was a monk, and very likely an important figure in the Cihang Jingdian.
The sandalwood scent was very special; it wasn't the kind ordinary Buddhist households burned, but a high-grade incense exclusively used by the monks of the Cihang Jingdian, extremely expensive, something only an important figure in the Cihang Jingdian could afford. Yueying's power base lies in the Golden Flower Federation, and her relationship with the Cihang Jingdian is crucial. It's reasonable for her to try to win over the high-ranking monks there, though it's unclear who she's trying to win over.
The most powerful person in Cihang Jingdian is naturally Xin Chan the Bald Thief, but the person just now was definitely not Xin Chan, nor is it likely to be Layman Xin Deng. Besides them, there are some elder monks I'm not familiar with. Although these elder monks aren't famous, they are extremely influential. If Yueying can get her hands on just one or two of them, it will be of great help to her career.
(But, aren't the elders all old men? A bald donkey, practically on its deathbed, playing such stimulating sex games... that image is disgusting!)
The thought of that grotesque scene made me want to vomit, and the only way to suppress this nausea was to quickly find something pleasing to the eye. No matter how I looked at it, the most beautiful thing around here was only one thing: I immediately asked to see the moon cherry blossoms, but was told that Her Majesty the Queen was very tired after receiving guests and was resting, and no one was allowed to disturb her.
"What a joke! That was a distinguished guest, so am I some lowly guest? Even if I'm not handsome enough, I'm still younger than that old man. He gets a share, but I don't? What kind of nonsense is this? No way, I said I'm going in, and I'm going in."
If it were anyone else, daring to make a scene here, no matter how high-ranking or noble you were, you would have been dragged out and hacked to pieces long ago. But these maids were all Yueying's close confidantes. Knowing my intimate relationship with Yueying, they didn't dare to seriously stop me, and were even more afraid of alarming the guards and causing trouble. So they let me walk straight in to Yueying's resting place.
Actually, I didn't intentionally want to interrupt Yueying's rest, but something made me incredibly anxious to see her.
Usually, when playing these sadistic queen games, special costumes are worn for added enjoyment. Just now, I smelled leather on that mysterious guest, which led me to speculate that Yueying was likely wearing a black leather sadistic queen outfit.
I've never seen Yueying wear this before, and I believe even if I suggested it, she wouldn't easily agree. This is a golden opportunity given to me by fate; if I don't seize it, who knows when I'll get another chance like this. The
underground structures are almost all built by chiseling through rock layers, constructed from massive stones. The area where the moon cherry blossoms stood was tightly sealed off by two heavy stone doors. I swung the Hyakkimaru, activating the Fire Butterfly Sword's ability to slash four times in one swing. Four red lights flashed down, breaking the door locks and seals. With a push, the heavy stone doors swung open.
"Everyone, get out of my way! Don't block my way!"
The stone doors opened, revealing a scene beyond my wildest imagination. The impact was so great that it instantly made my mind go blank, as if I had been struck on the forehead with a heavy club.
The space behind the two stone doors was not cramped; it was a large hall. The entire hall, both on all sides and beneath our feet, was made of thick, damp, and cool stone, filling the air with a chill. A beautifully embroidered, ornate red velvet carpet covered the floor, with a tiger-skin rug at one end, adding a touch of majesty and nobility to the already opulent visual experience.
The furnishings were very simple; besides a simple stone table and chairs, there wasn't even a bed. This minimalist and direct arrangement perfectly complemented the ancient and rugged nature of the underground stone palace. However, this stone hall wasn't just occupied by Yueying and me; there were also more than a dozen servants, working silently and busily.
The dozen or so attendants were quite peculiar; not a single adult was among them. They were all boys under the age of twelve, with different hair and skin colors, and even encompassing multiple races. There were strong and powerful orcs, elegant and graceful elves, lively and adorable humans... The only thing these boys of different races had in common was that each of them was exceptionally handsome, possessing a unique beauty and charm. Once these boys matured, who knows how many women they would be captivated by.
The boys, their chests bare, wore only white cloths—some like skirts, some like trousers—wrapped around their waists, the only coverings on their bodies. Gold rings adorned their wrists and ankles, jingling with every movement—a complete display of slavery. They held golden trays and goblets filled with fresh tropical fruit and fine wine, awaiting their master's enjoyment.
Their master, however, was resting with his eyes closed.
On a black tiger-skin rug with black stripes, there was an exquisitely carved gold chair, flanked by more than a dozen half-naked male slaves. Seated on the chair was a stunningly beautiful woman resting with her eyes closed. Her unparalleled beauty would leave any man who saw her breathless with amazement, finding it hard to believe that such a beauty existed on this barren land, and even more reluctant to disturb her rest.
Dressed in a white veil as thin as a cicada's wing, the curvaceous body of the young woman was faintly visible. Her full, high breasts and smooth, white buttocks exuded a fiery sensuality beneath the sheer veil; one leg was raised and rested on a golden chair, the other dangling down, her slender fingers intertwined in a graceful, orchid-like gesture, a wisp of golden hair peeking out from beneath her snow-white veil, and her celestial beauty captivating all. From afar, this serene and enchanting posture, imbued with Zen wisdom, resembled a mythical Bodhisattva descending to earth. The
beautiful young woman, seated in a Buddha-like posture with her hand gestures, was flanked by two innocent boys, both silent and serene—how peaceful and beautiful the scene was!
However, within this pure and noble, almost sacred scene that compels one to kneel in worship, there also emanates an atmosphere of utter depravity and immorality. It's as if the waxing and waning of the moon, light and darkness, chastity and licentiousness, are all contained within the same scene, endlessly revolving.
Witnessing this scene for the first time felt like being subjected to a mental attack by a sorcerer; my mind was instantly reeling, deeply shaken.
But this shock wasn't born of anger, nor even a trace of it; it was simply the sheer awe of beauty felt when encountering the highest form of aesthetics. All rational thought was instantly cast aside; I acted purely on my most direct instincts, experiencing the impact of this sublime beauty and then reacting to it.
Some people are moved to tears when they see a masterpiece of art or hear a beautiful hymn; it's their instinctive reaction to the impact of beauty. But I wasn't like that. The first physical reaction I noticed after witnessing this scene was an immediate, painful erection.
Only after this instinctive reaction did reason begin to work in my mind. I discovered many problems, imagining how the Moon Sakura, in her queenly manner, had indulged in debauchery with this group of beautiful boys. These imaginings might not be true, but just thinking about those immoral and lewd scenes made me so excited that my lust surged through my brain. Without thinking twice, I strode forward across the red velvet carpet.
Upon seeing my intrusion, the group of boys, after a brief moment of panic, all rushed out and stood in front of the golden chair, preventing me from offending their mistress. It was obvious they had no martial arts skills, yet they were so fiercely protective of their mistress. Was this because the Queen had always been so good to them? Or was it because of Yueying's unparalleled charm, captivating these half-grown children to the point of being willing to die for her?
"Children, step back. This older brother is the one I've been waiting for, and he will be your master from now on. You cannot be rude."
Yueying opened her eyes, her bright eyes sparkling with deep affection, a smile playing on her lips as she gazed at me from the other end of the red carpet.
A group of boys obeyed and left, the gold rings on their wrists and ankles clinking. As they ran past me, I suddenly noticed a secret. After carefully observing their eyebrows, posture, and other details, I was certain of it.
But that wasn't important at the moment, because I was burning with lust and all I could think about was relieving this unbearable, intense pain.
"Little brother, you're back."
"Yes, I came back especially for you, sister."
With those brazen words of teasing, I suddenly appeared in front of Yueying. Without saying a word, I reached out and began to tear at the thin white veil covering Yueying's body.
Yueying wasn't frightened by my rough actions. Instead, she seemed to enjoy it, laughing and thrusting her chest out, swaying her hips in rhythm with my tearing movements. In the blink of an eye, the white veil was torn to shreds, gradually revealing a stunningly beautiful body. The sight left me breathless and incredibly aroused.
Leaning casually against the golden chair, Yueying's smooth, jade-like skin shimmered like white jade. Her breasts, round and full, were beautifully shaped like ripe, juicy peaches; the two pale pink nipples atop them, about the size of soybeans, were surrounded by a beautiful, vibrant red areola, almost invisible at first glance, yet utterly alluring.
Her slender waist was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand; her small, exquisite navel; and her soft, plump, white buttocks swayed gently, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The sight aroused me, and I couldn't help but grab her two mounds of white flesh and play with them wantonly. I felt their smooth, bouncy texture, and I couldn't help but increase the pressure in my hands. I opened my mouth and began to suckle them, rubbing my face against them incessantly.
"Ah... little brother... so good... come closer... my whole body is yours..."
Her seductive calls made me hesitate. I quickly stripped off my clothes, my burning erection, and knelt down, ripping off her almost transparent lace panties. My right hand guided my penis towards her wet, glistening vulva.
The tip first touched her delicate, soft lips, igniting my frenzied desire like a fuse.
I held my penis, letting the tip slide up and down her everted lips, teasing her, trying to arouse her desire before actually entering her. Before long, Yueying's body began to tremble, twisting and turning, her brows furrowed as if she were being bitten by insects or ants, her fingers gripping and scratching my arm.
In this special environment and situation, Yueying seemed more uninhibited than usual, her beautiful eyes flashing with bold provocation, her sexy red lips silently parting, urging me forward.
Seeing her so eagerly welcoming me, my penis couldn't help but thrust forward, my glans parting her sweet lips, slowly piercing deep into her wet and tight crevice.
Her vagina, which had never given birth, was as tight as a young girl's, frequently secreting scalding hot saliva, making the penetrating penis feel intensely hot. It took a while before it was fully inside, reaching the depths of her tender hole, and then I began to thrust in and out mercilessly...
Yueying's beautiful eyes were half-closed, and her two plump, snow-white legs climbed onto my waist, as she focused on savoring the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting.
I thrust wildly for a while, seeing the dignified, gentle, noble, and beautiful female speaker lying beneath me, displaying all sorts of passionate and wanton allure, I felt extremely satisfied. Stimulated by her charming and alluring figure, my blood boiled, my penis swelled, and I thrust forward forcefully, my entire penis sliding deeper and deeper into her moist flower garden.
"Ah~~"
Yueying's brows furrowed, she let out a soft cry, her two honeyed lips tightly enveloping my penis, her entire body pressed against mine, her hands hooked around the back of my neck, her smooth, white buttocks almost completely suspended in the air as I held her beautiful buttocks, thrusting and pounding again and again.
"Sister... ah... who was that bald thief who just went out...? He comes every month and a half... are you two close?"
Yueying's eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, looking like she was floating on air. She couldn't answer my question. I gently thrust in and out, feeling that the two tender flesh of her vulva was as sexy as her lips. I pinched and sucked on her clitoris, and the tingling pleasure spread throughout my body. I was overjoyed and praised Yueying in my heart as a natural beauty with a seductive nature!
"Sister... tell me... who is that monk?"
"Why do you ask... are you jealous? Little brother... or are you starting to think that your sister will do something to make you unhappy..."
I shook my head vigorously.
"No! I absolutely believe you, sister. If you don't want to talk about it, just pretend I didn't mention it!"
Yueying kissed me tenderly, her pink face turning crimson instantly. She smiled and said, "Little brother, thank you for understanding your sister... This person is very important to me... But if you want to know about him, then..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the pair of pink legs wrapped around my crotch suddenly tightened their grip, this unspoken urging made me instantly understand.
So, I quickened my thrusts, exploring the depths of her flower garden, and instantly sent Yueying to the peak of bliss. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her fair, pink buttocks swaying and thrusting upwards to meet the thrusts of my penis; her full, white breasts bounced and trembled like fleshy balls; her cherry-like mouth groaned rapidly, panting heavily, sweating profusely, and she cried out passionately amidst the frequent waves of pleasure.
I chuckled, "Speaker Leng, is this service satisfactory? Are you satisfied?"
Yueying gave me an encouraging look, then began to speak, her breath coming in short gasps, "Um... that person is a big shot from the Cihang Jingdian... I can't tell you his name... but he comes every now and then, does nothing, just wants me... wants me to... you know what I mean."
"Hmm, the agonizing cultivation, these bald bastards are overly repressed, most of them are psychologically disturbed!"
"To stand firm in the political arena of the Golden Flower Federation, you absolutely need the support of the Cihang Jingdian... This person has helped Ryan and me a lot over the years... A lot of intelligence and assistance came from his help... You can't just abandon someone after they've crossed the river... That's why now only he's left, and I have to personally receive him... Don't be unhappy!"
"How could I be? I'm not a three-year-old, and everyone should be fair. You know how I usually deal with Xue and Yu Ni, and I've never said anything, so... This is your normal private social interaction, and I won't be unhappy."
Upon hearing this, Yueying blushed and closed her bright eyes, her upper body twisting coquettishly, her snow-white breasts rippling in waves.
"Ugh! This...this isn't normal socializing...sigh, but every time I finish hosting someone, my whole body gets all hot, but there's never anyone I can hold in my arms. Luckily, you came this time..."
After a soft whisper, a passionate and fiery kiss followed. I was energized and wrapped my arms around Yueying's smooth, round, snow-white buttocks, her golden pubic hair and mons pubis standing erect. I laid Yueying flat on the soft cushions of the golden chair, her long, white legs straddling my shoulders; between her parted legs, her rosy and moist vulva was gently rubbing against my purplish-red glans.
Yueying, naturally alluring, possessed a sensitivity far exceeding that of ordinary women. She was easily swayed by this sudden teasing. Her snow-white buttocks arched upwards as if being roasted, her honeyed lips parting like a carp's mouth, emitting seductive moans that urged my entry.
I thrust forcefully, penetrating her fully, pumping in and out with frantic movements. My penis filled her slippery passage completely, each thrust reaching the very bottom, the sounds of our genitals colliding echoing incessantly.
Soon, Yueying was lost in ecstasy, her beautiful buttocks arching high in pleasure, swaying back and forth, completely immersed in a passionate, wanton state, experiencing boundless comfort and joy.
"Sister, what's with those kids who just went out? They were all dressed like that, are they your kept men? I'm not happy about this. Can those kids satisfy you like I do?"
It wasn't a scolding, but I knew about Yueying's dark sexual fantasies and deliberately brought it up to see how much stimulation it would generate.
The effect was indeed very obvious. As soon as she heard me mention those young boys, Yueying started to whine and gasp like a lost soul, her face flushed, her eyes were alluring, her hair flew, and she was covered in sweat. Her desire was completely ignited, and she immediately had an orgasm. Throughout the entire process, her seductive and alluring demeanor made it hard to believe that this voluptuous woman, so alluring to the core, was the same beautiful speaker who was known internationally for her elegant and noble image.
"Little...little brother...you've misunderstood, those children are..."
Seemingly afraid I would become jealous or angry, Yueying, despite being clearly confused, still tried to explain incoherently; but seeing her like this, a sudden thought struck me.
In a sadistic master-slave relationship, the sadist often harbors a strong desire to be the masochist. Thinking of this, I pretended to be furious and slammed my fist down on Yueying's words, then slapped her snow-white buttocks hard several times with my left hand, leaving bright red handprints on her tender flesh.
"Shut up! You shameless slut, how dare you speak to me after doing such a disgraceful thing?"
I never dreamed that the usually elegant and wise Yueying would suddenly lose control of her emotions after being slapped so hard on the buttocks, and burst into tears like a fragile little girl. I was stunned when I heard the crying; Yueying's cries suddenly rose in pitch, turning into a high-pitched, wanton moan.
"Oh, oh...it feels so good...so good...I'm going to...I'm going to come..."
Yueying's eyes were filled with tears, her body felt like soft butter, she was lost in the extreme pleasure, desperately twisting her plump white buttocks, a thick and hot scalding saliva gushing out from the depths of her flower chamber, meeting my equally frantically spraying semen, colliding and merging together seamlessly.
Extremely exhausted after the orgasm, I did not withdraw my penis, but simply lay quietly with Yueying on the tiger-skin rug, holding her tightly, our legs intertwined, our mouths kissing sweetly, trembling incessantly, quietly enjoying the most beautiful peak of desire.
"Little brother?"
"Hmm?"
"Actually, you know, don't you?"
Having succumbed to the ecstasy of lovemaking, Yueying gradually regained her composure. Her voice was gentle yet clear, and she had returned to her usual calm and intelligent self. And the answer to her question was affirmative.
"Of course, I'm not some innocent young man. I can recognize all the kinds of lewd pleasures in the aristocratic world at a glance."
I had heard before that in the private banquets held by the upper class, men naturally indulged in lewd pleasures with beautiful prostitutes, but the noble ladies preferred young boys, especially those who were fair-skinned and delicate like girls. These were the most sought-after peduncles. Many noble ladies kept such boys by their side, taking them everywhere. When they met with their companions, they tacitly agreed to exchange pleasures at the next banquet.
Despite being favored by noblewomen, these male pets were not much higher in status than livestock; at best, they were merely pets that pleased their owners. However, in the male world, some also enjoyed keeping beautiful women as female dogs. Therefore, who was the human and who was the dog was not related to gender; it was simply a reflection of the survival of the fittest in the biological world.
Nobles kept beautiful women as dogs, and to prevent them from secretly becoming pregnant and causing problems for the inheritance of their property, they would often implant sterilization devices in their concubines. Similarly, noblewomen who indulged in illicit pleasures also feared that their male pets would become pregnant and ruin their reputations, so sterilization methods were also used on these male pets.
Pets can be sterilized, but the methods used on juvenile delinquents are far more insidious. As far as I know, to ensure juveniles maintain their beautiful appearance and fair skin, and to solve the problem of contraception, most juvenile delinquents undergo some degree of castration from the moment they are adopted, removing their testicles. Although they will still have the ability to achieve an erection later, they will only be tools for women's sexual pleasure for the rest of their lives, never having the chance to be a real man.
Those boys just passed by me, and with just one glance, I knew what they were. Considering the tone of Yueying's voice when she spoke to them, I roughly guessed what was going on.
"...After Ryan left, the importance of the Night Banquet decreased, so I started to reduce its size, frequency, and scale,"
Yueying said casually. But how could I not understand? After Ryan's death, she lost her support and needed to firmly grasp political power. The importance of the Night Banquet could only increase, not decrease. The reason she did this was entirely for my sake.
"I dismissed some prostitutes and servants, but there were also people among them who had nowhere to go..."
These people who had nowhere to go were those who had sunk too deep into darkness and could not turn back, and some who might not have even been exposed to the light since birth. If these people were forcibly returned to the world of light, they would not be able to adapt and would only become mentally broken lunatics.
"Those children... can't leave here anymore. I feel a responsibility towards them, so I adopted them and let them do some ordinary chores here. You're not unhappy, are you?"
"Hahaha, I just said, I'm not a three-year-old. I don't care about such things. If you like it, next time we do it, let them watch from the side. Maybe you'll be even more excited."
Hearing my teasing, Yueying's cheeks flushed, and she shyly rested her head on my shoulder, but her eyes revealed a eager look. Her fair skin became even hotter, aroused by these simple words, and she demanded more from me.
I had absolutely no reason to refuse, so I lowered my head and kissed Yueying's full lips, following the graceful curve of her neck, until I reached her fair and high breasts.
Sister, you will never know how beautiful you are in my eyes, that tenderness and love mixed with immoral desire, like the Holy Mother of the dark world, illuminating the darkness with her bright moonlight in the boundless night...
◆ Chapter Eight:
After a short rest, I reunited with the old crew. Yu Ni and A Xue were overjoyed to see me return, pestering me with questions; Violet seemed to smell something unusual about me, feeling pressured by the Third Lustful Beast, and her attitude was unusually wary; as for Mao Yan'an, he had lost a lot of weight, and walked with a swaying gait, like a weightless wandering soul.
At first, I thought this was the result of Amadeus draining my life force. After all, the long journey from New Orleans to Chicago was exhausting, and being drained of life force along the way would definitely be harmful to the body. However, the reality seemed to be different. Yueying told me that Chicago was the third largest city in the Plantagenet Federation, a place where countless beauties from all over gathered. As long as you had enough money, it could be a paradise for men.
Mao Yan'an was a wandering painter. How much money he actually had, whether he was rich or poor, only he knew. However, he was also a very charming and delinquent middle-aged man. He didn't need to spend money to pick up women, so for the past few days, he had been indulging in wild revelry with women every day, and naturally, he had lost weight.
"My dear nephew, your uncle's philandering isn't for personal gain."
"Yes, yes, you're doing it for those thirsty, resentful women, trying to save them from their endless sea of desire, right?"
"What do thirsty, resentful women have to do with me? I'm only sleeping with women to pave the way for you. Now I can tell you, the women here aren't worth sleeping with."
"Damn it, you've slept with them all, of course I have nothing left to sleep with!"
I retorted irritably to Mao Yan'an's nonsense. What I was more concerned about was the changing situation. Just as I had predicted, the floods in New Orleans shocked the entire nation. All the parties and underground forces of the Plantagenet Federation condemned the Black Dragon Society's brutal atrocities and vowed revenge.
The doves, led by Cihang Jingdian, still insisted on stability. Xinchan, that old bald donkey, hypocritically issued a statement, saying things like "a person's life has both good and bad karma" and "anger will make people lose their minds." No one took these words seriously. All his loyal followers knew it was a lie. Everyone knew it in their hearts and smiled on their faces.
In this situation, the pro-war faction in Congress, uniting with the Jingnian Zen Society, gained immense momentum and introduced several bills to further cooperate between the military and the Jingnian Zen Society. These bills aimed to allocate more resources specifically for military projects to bolster combat power, and they did not rule out a formal military operation in the East China Sea within months to punish the Black Dragon Society and seek justice for the victims.
Public sentiment was strong, and there was virtually no opposition throughout the country. Only a very small number of people with inside knowledge realized the gravity of the situation. Although Yueying used her position as Speaker to block these bills, it was anticipated that they would soon pass.
"If my estimation is correct, the Black Dragon Society must be researching some kind of powerful weapon, a doomsday weapon that rivals or even surpasses the Skyhawk Warriors' weaponry. This weapon has encountered a major bottleneck, and the key to breaking through lies in the resources released by these bills. That's why the Black Dragon King risked a formal war with the Plantagenet Federation to personally attack New Orleans."
Since becoming a politician, Moonsakura's wisdom has become increasingly apparent, her judgments accurate and swift, clearing many of our doubts.
New Orleans, though a large city with a large population, doesn't hold much military significance. Attacking New Orleans would only hasten the start of the war, but would not bring any real benefit to the war to come. With the wisdom of the Black Dragon King, how could he do something meaningless? But if the truth is as Tsukishiro predicted, a terrible conspiracy is underway and will soon cause us enormous trouble.
"Pursuing world peace is truly a distant matter. The Black Dragon Society exists in the East China Sea, Ishtar and the Orcs are still locked in fierce conflict, and the Golden Flower Federation and Alibuda are also rife with undercurrents. Uncle, do you think that what Moon Sakura wants to do might just be a waste of effort?"
"But my dear nephew, isn't this not so bad? The more chaotic the times, the more heroes emerge. You just need to focus on how to gain the greatest benefit from this turbulent situation, right?"
"That's certainly true. So, just like what I'm about to do, I just need to think about how to get the greatest benefit for myself, isn't that right?"
At the racetrack, I was already sitting in the Amadeus, ready to start my race car onto the track and begin this grand race.
The Formula One race in Chicago began the day after my arrival. The track was larger and more complex than in New Orleans, and there were more spectators from various countries. All the drivers were eager to show off their skills.
Not only the drivers, but even the oddly dressed hip-hop artists put on an extra show, performing all sorts of clown-like acts: fire-eating, fruit-throwing, whistling, and snake-playing. Among them, Zhou Yabing, rolling a giant ball, was the most eye-catching. Obviously, standing on high made him more noticeable. Perhaps he should be advised to stop rolling the ball next time and just stand on stilts.
The presence of hip-hop artists is perfect for attracting children, after all, a good race should be suitable for all ages. However, the hip-hop group's slapstick performance wasn't very interesting to adults. My gaze swept around through the Amadeus windshield and I saw large crowds gathered outside the rest areas of several nearby racing teams, snapping photos of their race queens.
From my angle, I could see most clearly the rest area on the left, where scantily clad race queens were swaying their hips and striking alluring poses beside the race cars.
A black silk bikini, tied in a thin line at the chest, loosely fastened at the back, diagonally binding her proud breasts. The two stubborn protrusions indicated her extreme excitement at the sight. As her hands moved more vigorously, her breasts swayed violently, the undulating waves fueling the anticipation of the knot of desire about to unravel. To the silent
rhythm, the race queens began to dance wildly, sweat pouring down their smooth skin under the blazing sun.
Amidst the flashing lights of countless spotlights, long, slender legs performed a series of difficult turns. The subtle sound of her chest gently hitting her thighs seemed to travel with the wind to the ears of every man present. With each rise and fall, the thong-style swimsuit seemed unable to fulfill its function, and glimpses of black skin, accompanied by her soft breaths, caught the eye of the crowd. Paired with the woman's slightly parted red lips, it sent blood boiling to its peak.
The thrilling scene made me gasp for breath. Just as I was about to speak to Mao Yan'an beside me, the sound of drums and music suddenly filled the arena. A lavishly dressed band playing trumpets and drums, along with eighteen race queens holding up signs, entered the arena, announcing that the race would officially begin in ten minutes.
This team, sponsored by the wealthy Fang family, boasts a higher quality of race queens compared to other teams. Each race queen is a beauty chosen from among thousands, tall with long legs, elegant demeanor, and a captivating smile.
While walking and holding up their signs, the extremely thin heels of their high heels force them to constantly sway their bodies to maintain balance. Their high, full breasts and round, pert buttocks sway rhythmically from side to side, creating a captivating dance compared to typical, intense erotic dances. This unintentional movement of breasts and hips possesses a different kind of allure.
Not only are they beautiful, but their uniforms are also unique. The tight-fitting clothes cling to their curvaceous bodies, and the smooth, delicate, reflective fabric is like a crystal-clear second skin, giving people the illusion that the beauties in front of them are walking naked and exposed to the ardent gaze of the audience. This kind of elegant sexiness is truly ingenious.
You can enjoy the pleasure of appreciating naked women without having to take off their clothes, while still retaining the fantasy of pulling them onto the bed and enjoying the beautiful scene of women being stripped naked and crying softly. This unique design and imaginative space really stimulated me. Maybe I should ask Zhizhi to make a racing girl uniform in the future, then...
"Wait, uncle, where are our team's racing girls? Didn't you say there would be some for this race?"
"Sigh, do you think I can just say there will be some? I'm not the organizer or the sponsor!"
Mao Yan'an spread his hands helplessly and said, "Amadeus is a secret racing team, everything must be kept secret, and no one can know that Lady Moonsakura is supporting them, so of course they can't prepare racing girls for us. Since your father has prepared the car for you, let's see if he will be kind enough to prepare women for you too."
"So, after all this time, we still have to rely on my perverted father? Damn it, I'm not racing anymore. Go outside and throw a towel down right now and say I'm forfeiting the race."
"Nephew, you're a grown man. Withdrawing from the competition for a woman, isn't that a bit of a slap on the wrist?"
"Not good? No, you're wrong. This isn't even that bad."
I grabbed the towel from Mao Yan'an's neck, dragged him to the car door, and said coldly, "If a grown man lay on the ground rolling around, crying and screaming like a child begging for candy, kicking his legs wildly, wouldn't that look good? Do you want me to show you? Do you know what will happen if you do?"
"No, no, no, please don't do that! What if I see it and I throw up? Anyway, I promise you, run well this time, and next time the big race starts, I'll take care of the race girls for you, sigh..."
The sleazy middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly, his face almost ashen as he agreed to my request, which calmed my anger slightly. As the horn sounded, I started the car.
"Hey there, bro."
"Yeah, buddy."
After confirming the password, Amadeus drove out of the workstation. This top-three favorite immediately caused a burst of cheers from the stands, and many gamblers who had bet on me held up their cards, cheering me on.
All the competitors were on the track, and to the clear and stirring sound of the bugle call, some started their engines, others spurred their beasts, and they all sped off in a race, striving to stand out.
Amadeus's supersonic speed and precise calculation ability far surpassed that of any of its competitors. Almost within thirty seconds of the bugle call, it had broken through the encirclement of its rivals, taking the lead and leaving 99% of its competitors far behind.
"Damn it, you dare to compete at such a speed. It's so embarrassing. Just leave me behind and eat the dust! Wow, hahaha, what is the king of racing? It's speed! Fast is the king!"
Enjoying the thrill of speed, I laughed out loud in Amadis. Although I felt that I might be a little carried away, I couldn't restrain the sense of superiority that made me easily get rid of everyone.
And the principle that extreme joy brings about sorrow is indeed good.
When I turned at high speed and passed through the forest terrain, at the end of the runway ahead, which should be the only access to the canyon terrain, a bare rock mountain suddenly appeared, about two to three hundred feet high. Although it was not very high, it completely cut off the runway access.
"What... what's going on?"
No matter how far ahead you are, it's meaningless if there's no way forward. To avoid crashing into the mountain and exploding, Amadeus slowed down considerably, while his rivals caught up at high speed.
"Damn it, is this part of the terrain obstacle course? That's insidious!"
I cursed under my breath, but I knew exactly what was going on. The organizers of the race were truly ruthless, not allowing any car with only one strength to dominate, but rather testing the true champions who excelled in all aspects.
Amadeus is a speed champion, but there are still considerable obstacles in the race that cannot be overcome by speed alone. Otherwise, a super-fast race car running from start to finish would easily tire the audience and greatly affect betting odds.
After calculation, the best way to get through this obstacle is to activate the needles inside the Amadeus tires, pierce the mountain wall, and slowly roll and rise. Climbing the mountain vertically is undoubtedly clumsy and slows down the speed, but it is the only thing I can do right now.
(That bastard, perverted dad! If he wanted to make a racing car, why didn't he make one that flies? If it could fly, I wouldn't be in this mess.)
Just as I expected, while I was slowly climbing and traversing the mountains, the other competitors
arrived one after another. Bianca's spirit beast underwent a transformation in the bright light, evolving from a mighty lion into a winged griffin. This powerful beast with a griffin's head and lion's body flapped its transparent crystal wings and easily soared into the sky, carrying Bianca's silver seat over my head. Amidst my indignant resentment, it crossed several small hills ahead and landed steadily.
Ishtar's Bone Chariot and Tianlong's Golden Leopard both used a peculiar escape technique, instantly becoming one with the earth, wood, sand, and rocks, rushing straight into the mountain and emerging from the other side. However, one maintained high speed throughout, while the other became slower and slower, clearly suffering severe damage, illustrating the difference in their power.
As for Fang Qingshu, who was the focus of everyone's attention, his red-bearded dragon horse did not seem to have the ability to fly. To pass through this obstacle, it all depended on the rider's skill. He drew his long sword from his waist, which emitted a brilliant rainbow light. The sound of earth and rocks cracking could be heard from the dazzling sword light. He actually used his divine skill to open up a small mountain path with his sword energy. The red-bearded dragon horse neighed and galloped into it. Following the traces opened by the sword energy, it quickly passed through the small mountain obstacle.
Fang Qingshu wasn't a monk, so he had no obligation to make things easy for others. After clearing the mountain path, he added insult to injury, causing the already fragile rocks to collapse, preventing opportunists from using it to pass and cutting off my easy route as well.
Climbing over one obstacle after another—there were seven such small, obstacle-like hills—I could only grit my teeth and slowly traverse them, wasting precious time. Later, not only these four formidable opponents, but even some slower competitors, equipped with flight capabilities, easily leaped over the mountains, leaving me behind.
I began to realize the seriousness of the situation, thinking that if this problem wasn't solved, the later stages of the race would be in crisis, making it impossible to compete for victory, let alone win the top three prizes.
"Damn it! Amadeus, what kind of legendary car are you? Did your perverted father create you just so you'd be a liability when climbing mountains? Everyone else's lion can transform, why don't you have any two-speed transmission?"
Furious, I wanted to vent my anger by hitting something, but there was nothing to smash. As my anger surged, the intense emotional fluctuations seemed to affect Amadeus's system, causing the cold machine to react.
"Second quadrant seal released, two-stage transformation initiation, progress 30%." "
Engine ignition, stationary speed adjustment, progress 55%."
"Turbocharger successfully boosted, vehicle deformation, progress 97%."
A series of cold electronic voices went straight to my brain. Although I didn't hear anything, I could feel the vehicle slowly deforming and elongating, with the energy of the entire vehicle rapidly concentrating at the rear.
"Progress 100%, Wings of the Sun God, activate!"
Hearing this electronic voice, I initially thought Amadeus would sprout wings from its sides, like Bianca's Griffin, and take flight. But unexpectedly, the powerful energy gathered at the rear of the vehicle instantly went berserk. With a deafening roar, two rows of exhaust pipes spewed out multiple streams of fiery red flames, and Amadeus, perched precariously atop the small hill, transformed into a rocket, tearing through the atmosphere and shooting off in an instant.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, fuck your mother!!!"
Once activated, the crucial sealed equipment would inevitably come at a price. This damned "Wings of the Sun God" was almost certainly not part of the original design, but rather a forbidden device added later. When Amadeus shot through the air at supersonic speed and crashed through the sound barrier, I felt as if I were being crushed by a thousand-pound weight. Every bone in my body ached as if it were about to break, and the temperature of the metal body skyrocketed. I felt like I was in a furnace, every hair on my body curled and twisted, as if I were about to be roasted alive.
At the same time as the pain occurred, all my vital energy seemed to burst forth like a river, being frantically drained away, leaving me weak and slumped in the seat, unable even to twitch a finger.
But the high risks brought high rewards. The Amadeus, hurtling into the sky, flew over several hills in a near-perfect straight trajectory, smashing into an unfortunate person who couldn't avoid it, along with their beast and vehicle, turning them into a bloody mess. Finally, the friction between the Amadeus and the air generated heat, and the black vehicle turned into a ball of flames as it landed. The residual power of the Wings of the Sun God still lingered, and after landing, it continued to speed at supersonic speeds. It wasn't a race car at all, but a rocket that hadn't taken off. It destroyed cars and split the ground along the way, unstoppable, and almost invincible in its killing spree, speeding over all obstacles and terrains until it finally reached the finish line.
In the past, when race cars crossed the finish line, the audience would always cheer. But this time, Amadeus completed the race in such an unusual way, arriving at the finish line first. The entire audience was initially stunned, falling into a long silence, before erupting into thunderous applause and cheers, as if welcoming a national hero.
The cold black car, as mysterious as ever, did not respond to the cheers and encouragement of the audience, and drove straight back to the rest stop. Perhaps in many people's eyes, this cold and aloof behavior is cool, awesome, and will make them even more crazy and fond of this black legend, screaming and worshipping wildly every time they see it.
However, believe me, I can vouch for this with my personal reputation: this performance was neither cool nor awesome, and had absolutely nothing to do with heroism. This seemingly cool and mysterious driver, the first thing he did after pulling into the rest stop was to scream and leap wildly out of the scorching hot car, rolling around on the ground, prompting Mao Yan'an to frantically search for a fire extinguisher to put out the flames on his backside.
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To race to the point of having your backside on fire—that's incredibly unlucky. Those idiots outside who thought I was celebrating with champagne have no idea how hard I worked behind the scenes. Not only did I have to face life-or-death situations alone, but I also had to endure a bunch of incompetent and foolish companions laughing incessantly when I wanted some peace and quiet.
"Watching someone's butt burn while laughing so hard! Is it that funny? Uncle, do you know how to write the character for 'laugh' in 'big laugh'?"
"Wahahaha... it's the 'laugh' in 'funny laugh'... hahaha, I'm dying of laughter..."
"Hmm, not bad. So... Ah Xue, which '含' in 'subtle' is it?"
"It's... hee hee hee... the '含' in 'containing Master's things'... hee hee..."
"Oh, good answer! I like that answer. Let's try again later. So, one last question: does anyone know how to write the '含' and '笑' in 'smiling in the afterlife'?"
The laughter stopped, and the peace and quiet returned to my ears—it felt so refreshing.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Not going to keep laughing? Hmph, everyone likes 'Smiling Face,' huh? If you keep laughing, I'll kill you both, throw your heads in the funeral hall, and let you see what 'Smiling Face in the Afterlife' means!"
After scolding them and venting my anger a little, I needed to seriously consider my racing strategy. Otherwise, activating the Wings of the Sun God would always leave me with a burning butt, which was really unacceptable.
A burning butt was a big problem, but the physical exhaustion and drain from activating the Wings of the Sun God was an even bigger problem. During the activation of the Wings of the Sun God, I felt as exhausted as if I had engaged in ten rounds of intense sex. If it weren't for the burning butt, I might not have had the strength to even get out of the cockpit.
The solution to this problem is the same old trick: if the car draws energy from me, I'll draw energy from others. The more energy I store, the better I can handle things. But besides that, I think if I can keep myself in a highly excited state, I can use the Wings of the Sun God for longer. As for how to get myself into a highly excited state, that's something I need to force my racing coach to do: find me a personal racing girl as soon as possible.
Everything was arranged, and I could finally catch my breath and rest, but then an uninvited guest came to bother me. Yu Hong, who parted ways with me a few days ago, suddenly appeared in my room, demanding that I keep my promise and accompany her on a treasure hunt.
"...Those three prizes will be moved along with the competition. Each city is guarded by different experts. Among the experts guarding Chicago, there is an old acquaintance of my master who agrees with our mission and is willing to help us retrieve the treasure. The best time is tonight."
Yu Hong's wishful thinking was quite impressive. Although she spoke of this matter with absolute certainty, I always felt that it was a matter of life and death. However, there was no room for regret once a promise was made. I was just glad that I had just bought "insurance" and asked Yue Ying to help me find the whereabouts of the two people, reserving a backup plan for this treasure-stealing operation that I didn't know if I would need to use.
(Treasure theft is so dangerous; if nothing goes wrong, great, but if something does… hey, it would be a waste not to drag someone down with us.)
After making the necessary preparations, it was time to put them into action. To avoid awkwardness, I had Yu Ni float over Chicago to keep an eye on our surroundings; Yu Hong seemed to be avoiding meeting her sister for the time being, also afraid of affecting her mood; as for Xue, who hadn't been on a mission in a long time, she diligently carried all her magical equipment and set off with us. There were
many dark clouds in the sky; a dark and windy night is always a good night for murder. Although we were only stealing treasure tonight and had no intention of hurting anyone, anyone who commits crimes would like this dim moonlight.
Having secretly infiltrated the prize location, we found that having an inside contact made everything much faster. We easily passed through the human-defended section and faced the second obstacle: attempting to break through the complex protective barriers and various trigger mechanisms.
Venturing deep into heavily guarded barriers and traps to retrieve treasure is a task every Tracker will inevitably encounter. With practice, each Tracker team develops a unique set of techniques to increase their success rate.
Our team was exceptionally well-off, possessing both an excellent mage like Ah Xue and a flying winged creature like Yu Ni. Many traps and barriers designed for ordinary people were ineffective against us. Although the security measures around the three racing prizes were tight, I knew immediately what to do. I was confident that given enough time, I could retrieve the prizes without alerting anyone.
(It's true that a thousand connections are no match for one inside man. With a spy helping me, why would I need to risk my life in that crappy race car? I can just steal the prizes and sell the Amadeus tomorrow, instead of risking my life every time I drive.)
Just as I was basking in my smug thoughts, I suddenly felt something was amiss. It wasn't very cold tonight, but Ah Xue, who was beside me chanting incantations with her eyes closed, manipulating the undead to permeate the protective barrier, was shivering frequently as if she were cold, and her face was gradually losing color, looking unusually pale.
I was taken aback. At first, I thought it was just a phenomenon of too much true energy being used to permeate the barrier, but after carefully examining the overall structure of the barrier, although it was sturdy and strong, it wasn't enough to make Ah Xue struggle like this. There must be some other reason.
"Ah Xue, what's wrong?"
I came up behind Ah Xue and wrapped my arms around her slender waist from behind in her favorite comfortable position, feeling the heavy weight of her two plump, white breasts. But I was surprised to find that her skin was ice-cold, her fair neck was covered in cold sweat, and even the fox tail on her buttocks was drooping.
This was not a sign of overexertion, but fear!
Ah Xue's wild intuition, or perhaps a warning from the undead, made her feel a kind of indescribable, profound fear. When I asked her what was wrong, her teeth trembled, and it took her a long time to utter a single sentence.
"...Someone's coming..."
The words came out of nowhere, seemingly out of nowhere, but they sent a chill down my spine. I knew tonight's treasure hunt had taken a turn for the worse, and it was best to retreat immediately.
Before I could even utter the words "run away," a golden light burst forth from the temple tower half a mile to the west, suddenly intensifying as it shot towards us.
The thousand or so vengeful spirits released by Ah Xue were intertwined into a giant rope of light, penetrating the protective barrier, but the golden light shot straight at us, shattering the rope of spirits with a single blow, as easily as cutting a thin sheet of paper.
The golden light contained a powerful divine aura; the instant the rope broke, many spirits were instantly vaporized and vanished without a trace. With the Soul-Binding Rope broken, Ah Xue, whose lifeblood was connected to it, was the first to be affected. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed into my arms.
"Ah Xue!"
I cried out anxiously for Ah Xue's condition, but I was even more astonished by how the golden light, after severing the Thousand Soul Resentment Rope and plunging into the ground, first faded, revealing the form of a golden longsword. Then, even the form of the longsword vanished. Clearly, the attacker had not used a physical weapon, but rather relied solely on the power to create a tangible sword aura, yet it possessed such power.
Such unparalleled divine skill was possessed by only a handful of qualified masters in the world today, especially when it was wielded with a sword. The worst possible thought immediately flashed through my mind.
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Illuminating the Three Thousand Worlds."
A clear and resonant Buddhist chant accompanied a divine figure riding on seven-colored clouds, appearing radiantly before us. When I saw the legendary half-purple mask, I finally knew who I had encountered, and my entire body trembled uncontrollably. The
number one master of Cihang Jingdian—the Heart Sword Divine Nun!

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