Alibuda Era Festival 12

After countless hardships and overcoming numerous obstacles in the races, with only the final race remaining, my car was damaged at the most crucial moment. Seeing no hope of repair, I had to resort to some unorthodox methods.
Without my car, I was disqualified from the race—that ruthless tactic was truly vicious; I should have been eliminated already. Fortunately, I had a backup plan. As the saying goes, "At home, you rely on your parents; when you're out in the world, you rely on your friends." In this critical final moment, of course, I would ask my friends for help.
I had an agreement with Bai Qi; he promised to help me win the top prize, the Dankael, in exchange for providing him with the necessary intelligence. Therefore, the White Bone Hearse's total points are currently within the top five. If I were to ask him to complete any unfinished tasks for me, that would be feasible.
However, Bai Qi is alone, and I can only entrust him with one prize. Whether it should be the Dankael or the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, I'm finding it difficult to decide. The Beacon of Heaven and Earth was Yu Hong's request to me, and it was also the key to defeating the Heart Zen Thief Tu. Now that things have come to this, if we don't take down the Heart Zen Thief Tu, our lives will be in danger. However, the dart is Yue Ying's request, and it is also the reason why I came to the Golden Flower Federation. Although Yue Ying did not say it explicitly, the evidence of the weapons sealed in the dart is definitely of great significance to her, and she is determined to get it. Although she said that she would find another way after learning that Amadeus was destroyed, my promise to her is a promise I will not abandon.
The hardest thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman. In terms of importance in my heart, Yu Hong is definitely not as important as Yue Ying. However, the matter of the Beacon Fire Universe Ring is of great importance and is closely related to me. How to choose between the two was something I still couldn't decide on until I visited Bai Qi.
"Amadeus is finished? Haha, congratulations, congratulations, this is great joy."
"I'm in such a bad situation, what's there to be happy about?"
"If you weren't in such a bad situation, why would you come to my door to be slaughtered? You took the initiative to come to me, isn't that great joy?"
Sitting across from me, Bai Qi had a malicious smile on his face. Needless to say, I knew that in his eyes, I must be a very fat sheep right now.
"We're actually the same kind of people, so let's skip the formalities. From now on, I'll set harsh conditions and squeeze you dry until you're in unbearable pain. You, on the other hand, will desperately try to figure out how to use your only bargaining chip to gain some advantage, lest you lose everything. One piece of advice: don't try that old-fashioned way of begging for help and crying your eyes out."
"Hey, do you think I'm new to this business? Knowing you're heartless, would I be stupid enough to use such a lame trick? Hahahaha." He
laughed heartily and boldly, but in his heart, he was secretly cursing that his plan had been exposed before it could even be implemented. That shorty is really tough to deal with. Last time, I was able to ally with him mainly because I took advantage of his weakness. This time, if I want to get anything out of him, it would be like the heavens helping me, making him fall ill again so I can step on his throat and have a chance to turn the tide.
"Cough...cough cough...cough cough cough..."
No way? I'm so lucky, even the heavens are on my side?
I happily raised my head, but met a pair of cold eyes, staring at me like a venomous snake. The icy chill was enough to make all my plans vanish.
"Sorry, my throat was a little dry, so I coughed a couple of times. I hope I didn't misunderstand anything. Hmm? Your eyes are shifting, so unscrupulous. You're not planning to do something malicious like
kicking someone when they're down, are you?" "How could I? I would never do such a despicable thing as taking advantage of a friend's illness to kill them."
"Yeah, you never wait until someone is sick to take their life."
I was quite confident in my adaptability, but my opponent was superior to me in every way, anticipating my every move and leaving me at a loss. After several rounds of defeat, with dawn approaching and the race imminent, I had no choice but to follow Bai Qi's suggestion and reveal the information about the Immortal Tree in order to gain a chance to change the prize category.
"That immortal tree is indeed a strange thing. My grandfather's notebook records that the fruit of the immortal tree has the effect of bringing the dead back to life, and many other parts also have wonderful uses, but the most important key is... after being penetrated by a huge amount of energy, it will activate its own special ability, penetrating the minds of all creatures within its range."
In fact, the most absurd record is the range of the immortal tree. If the energy supply is sufficient, the maximum range of the immortal tree... that range can even cover the entire Loess Continent. In other words, it is the ultimate tool that uses the entire continent as its operating target. I really don't know how such a strange plant grows.
"...Wow, such a thing actually happened..."
It was rare to see Bai Qi looking so dumbfounded, as if he were extremely shocked. I only thought the Undying Tree's strange abilities were absurd, but judging from his expression, it was as if an enemy was stabbing him in the chest with a sword, and he would die at any moment.
"...So that's how it is, so that's how it is... This is his last resort, how vicious... What should we do? Destroying the tree is like destroying the underground cave, the risk is too great, but if we don't do this..."
Bai Qi lowered his head and pondered, his worry evident in his expression, but at least he still remembered my existence. As if he wanted to get rid of me quickly, he asked me which award I wanted him to help me obtain.
Once Bai Qi learned the secret of the Immortal Tree, I was essentially no longer of any use to him. Yet, he was still willing to work for me, which showed he kept his word. However, even when he asked me for an answer, I still couldn't come up with one. "Tankar" and "Beacon Fire Universe Ring"—both names were so difficult to utter. I didn't know which answer was correct, the best way to resolve the impasse.
"Can't think of anything? That's normal. Just keep thinking about it here and tell me before dawn."
Bai Qi seemed to be in a state of turmoil, and he didn't say anything more to me, leaving me alone to sit and ponder. He paced back and forth, using his pacing to reflect on his thoughts.
If I were simply asked to compare Yueying and Yuhong, the answer would have been clear long ago. Even if I placed the Neon sisters on one side of the scale, they couldn't compare to Yueying, especially since I haven't forgotten what I've done. If Yuhong's true situation were to come to light one day, Yuhong and Xindeng Jushi could turn against me at any moment. For this reason, Yuhong's weight in my heart is ultimately limited, or rather, I dare not let Yuhong increase too much weight in my heart.
But the benefit of Yueying obtaining the weapon certificate is only useful to Yueying, while if I cannot obtain the evidence within the Beacon Fire Universe Circle, the fatal disadvantage will immediately fall on my head. Emotion and reality, on opposite ends of the scale, as time passes second by second, that seemingly simple answer still cannot emerge.
"What's wrong? Is it so hard to find an answer?"
I don't know how much time had passed when Bai Qi suddenly appeared in front of me, startling me. It wasn't just because of his sudden appearance, but also because his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was extremely haggard, as if he had just fought a fierce battle with a powerful enemy, exhausted and drained of his strength.
"Bai Qi, you..."
The secret of the Immortal Tree must have been a huge blow to Bai Qi. With his unparalleled martial arts skills, he was even knocked back several steps by the wind I blew when I spoke, and he coughed loudly. He was coughing so hard, it felt like his lungs were about to burst and spew out. It was clearly a flare-up of his illness. I went over to help him, but he shook his head and refused, stubbornly holding on for a while until the coughing gradually subsided. Only then did he straighten his back again and give a bitter smile.
"Come sit down for a bit,"
Bai Qi said. He didn't ask for my answer, but even a blind man could see that he was in a very bad mood. I didn't want to get too close to him at this moment, but I couldn't leave. In desperation, I had no choice but to sit down and talk to him.
The conversation was filled with meaningless chatter. Both men were in low spirits, talking only to relieve their mental stress; neither had much desire to chat. After a few casual words, glasses and bottles of liquor appeared on the table, and the two, as was their habit, poured themselves drinks. It wasn't until after the third glass that I realized something was wrong.
"Hey, Qi, we're drinking!"
"Haven't you ever drunk alcohol before? What's all the fuss about?"
Bai Qi replied absentmindedly, completely unaware that he had broken his usual rules by drinking with me, an unworthy drinking companion. It seemed he wasn't only facing the secret of the Immortal Tree with dread, but had already lost psychologically. This was truly strange, because…
"Hey, what's wrong with you? You look like a defeated dog, constantly anxious and fearful. This isn't like you. Is that enemy that scary?"
I couldn't understand. Bai Qi had always displayed strength and arrogance; he could probably calmly handle even the five strongest warriors joining forces. But now he seemed dejected, as if the world was ending. This didn't make sense. Besides, what was the connection between the Immortal Tree and Ishtar? It's said that Ishtar is currently embroiled in a civil war. Could this be related to everything?
"Well... hey, outsiders wouldn't understand, but I do have a formidable adversary who's very difficult to deal with. This time, I was completely defeated by him before the battle even began."
Ishtar is currently embroiled in a civil war, and Bai Qi is from Ishtar, so his major adversary is the other faction in the civil war? How strange. Bai Qi isn't even afraid of the Black Dragon King. Could it be that there's some powerful figure in Ishtar who's more terrifying than the Black Dragon King?
Talking to me about these things is pointless, but Bai Qi seemed to need an outlet for his anxiety and said some irrelevant things to me. From these words, I knew his adversary was extremely formidable, possessing first-rate martial arts skills and cunning. Most importantly, he was incredibly patient and shrewd. Although he hadn't yet surfaced, he already controlled everything in the shadows. When that person emerged from the darkness and unleashed his years-long preparations and strategies, victory would be easily secured.
Bai Qi hadn't actually fought him yet, but he had already made countless calculations, attempting to counter every move his adversary made. Whether it was heavily armed forces or skilled fighters, Bai Qi had a way to counter them all, confident and prepared. He thought this was enough, but he hadn't expected his opponent to have an incredibly powerful trump card, causing Bai Qi's efforts to fail. Seeing
him so dejected, I could only try to comfort him, but I couldn't find the right words to say.
"Well... since you already know you can't win, then... try to eat well, have fun, and live happily so you don't have any regrets."
Bai Qi sneered upon hearing this, "How come you have no fighting spirit at all? You want to commit suicide just because you heard the enemy is strong?"
"You said yourself you couldn't win. Preparing for your own funeral is a wise and proactive approach. Otherwise, if you're bombarded by the enemy and die without a burial place, you'll regret not doing many things, but then it will be too late."
I said, "Actually, look at yourself. You're so sick, coughing almost to death, and you still come out here to fight like this. What's the point of living such a miserable life? That little transvestite... um, thank goodness she's not here... That little transvestite is so capable, why don't you let her fight any battles you have? Is it necessary for you to risk your life like this? It's just a meaningless waste of life." "It's fate!"
Bai Qi glanced at me and said meaningfully, "A person will risk their life without regard for their own safety because they have something they want to protect at all costs. You don't have it now, but one day you will. Then you will understand this principle, or perhaps... you already understand, but you're just pretending not to, because you've always been a smart person who knows how to protect yourself."
I was speechless for a moment, but Bai Qi laughed and said, "As for what I've done, it may be a meaningless waste of life, but that's precisely why I want to find meaning in meaningless things."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"I've been skilled in calculation all my life. Since I mastered martial arts, I haven't made a single mistake. The present and the future are all under my control. Nothing I do is meaningless or superfluous. Every plan and follow-up move has a significant impact. I'm very proud of this achievement, but sometimes I wonder, if I were to abandon all my concerns, disregard any consequences, and just go for it, how far could I go?"
Bai Qi smiled and said, "This thought is irrational and not wise. It's just a question that has been bothering me for many years. So, when I knew I didn't have much time left, I decided to take this opportunity to try and find an answer for myself. Now... the feeling of acting irrationally is not good, but I have finally found the answer."
I can understand this feeling to some extent. Many good people who live their lives following the rules yearn for a life of debauchery and revelry in their old age, wanting to experience a different kind of life. Bai Qi, though not old, was under the threat of a powerful enemy and wanted to savor different experiences to eliminate regrets—this is understandable.
However, I won't have such regrets. After all, I've only heard of good people wanting to try the indulgence of being bad, not bad people turning to philandering in their old age, becoming trapped in their own self-imposed constraints. It's better not to have this idea of repenting for one's past life before death.
"Hmm, I can imagine how you feel, but don't be too discouraged. With your abilities, I don't believe anyone in the world can truly threaten you. Huh? Do you Ishtar have such formidable enemies? How come I've never heard of them?"
Facing my furrowed brow and questioning, Bai Qi smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, "What, 'Ishtar'? Heh, you're cunning as a devil, but sometimes you're ridiculously stupid. When did I ever say I was from Ishtar?"
"Ah? You...you're not from Ishtar?"
This question startled me. Recalling everything since we met, Bai Qi had indeed never said he was from Ishtar, but he had never denied it either. Bai Qi had secretly met with Ishtar wizards multiple times and drove a bone hearse. If he wasn't from Ishtar, how could these things be explained?
(Uh, wait, the Bone Chariot doesn't mean anything. With his and that little transvestite's abilities, stealing or robbing a race car from Ishtar would be a piece of cake. And if he had forcibly taken the Bone Chariot, Ishtar would never have publicized such a shameful act; he would have only sent someone to secretly retrieve it. In other words, those wizards who repeatedly met and fought with Bai Qi in secret were Ishtar's messengers to retrieve the chariot?)
Once the most important key point was understood, many things that had puzzled me in the past were answered. I cursed myself for being incredibly stupid, unable to see the truth due to preconceived biases.
"I'm not from Ishtar, but I was indeed commissioned by the people of Ishtar to participate in this race. At that time, Ah Xiang and I were traveling together when we encountered an Ishtar delegation on the way..."
Bai Qi briefly explained his journey to participate in the race. Ishtar did indeed send a team to participate in this race, transporting the Bone Hearse to the Golden Flower Federation, intending to make a big splash in the race and promote national prestige. However, due to fierce competition between the two factions within Ishtar, the racing team was attacked on the way, and the unidentified attackers were from Ishtar.
In a battle between compatriots, Ishtar's racing team was almost wiped out due to their combination of strategic advantage and other advantages. If Bai Qi and Oda Kaori hadn't passed by and changed their minds and decided to meddle, Ishtar's racing team would have been completely wiped out.
"...The invading enemies were all wiped out by Xiangxiang, leaving no survivors. The racing team leader, to express his gratitude and knowing I was coming to the Golden Flower Federation, entrusted us with the Bone Chariot, asking us to participate in the race
on their behalf. Coincidentally, I also needed this service, so we quickly reached an agreement. Xiangxiang and I will participate in the Golden Flower Federation race, using the Bone Chariot to divert the attention of the Ishtar nation, giving them time to hide, recuperate, and plan a counterattack." "So, you deliberately didn't deny my suspicions to make everyone believe you were from Ishtar, openly flaunting your identity and attracting the attention of the Ishtar people, while you conveniently eliminated those sent by Ishtar to instigate you?"
"Smart, that's the level you should be at. Originally, racing awards meant nothing to me; winning or losing didn't matter. But since I promised to get you the kallana, I'll definitely do it. By the way, have you decided? The kallana, or the 'Fire and Fire Universe Ring'?"
"I want the... 'Fire and Fire Universe Ring'."
Even at the moment of exit, I was still undecided. I was going to say Dankar, but in the end, I prioritized my life and chose the Beacon Fire Universe Ring.
Bai Qi smiled upon hearing my choice, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with my decision. He simply said that he would definitely keep his promise, but from this moment on, our deal was over. He had no further obligations to me, and I could no longer ask him to do anything, because he needed to concentrate every ounce of his energy on dealing with the powerful enemy, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this seemingly hopeless situation.
I asked curiously, "A certain death situation? I don't understand this. Is it related to the Immortal Tree? That Immortal Tree is absurd, but why does it trouble you so much?"
Bai Qi shook his head and said, "Hey, I just praised you, have I become stupid again? The Immortal Tree can directly connect to the brainwaves of every creature within its range, so it can directly control creatures without fighting. This alone is enough to make thousands of troops collapse and submit. No matter how powerful the experts are, they are useless. It can be called the most powerful tool of rule."
I said in astonishment, "Ah? Is that how it is used? I... I didn't think of using it like this before. It seems that it's better to be a bad guy. You can use everything for bad purposes."
This statement piqued Bai Qi's curiosity. He looked at me and asked in surprise, "Otherwise, how did you originally think it was used?"
I said, "No, I didn't think of using it. I just thought that when this power is activated, the brainwaves of all living beings within the range are connected, and every heart is interconnected. That feeling sounds a bit disgusting, but it's also hilarious. Hehe, let me tell you a secret, it's actually very similar to a project that my perverted dad secretly researched, called... something about human completion..."
These words were just casual remarks and didn't have any special meaning. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Bai Qi's body trembled violently, and his expression slowly changed from astonishment and confusion to joy.
"Yes, how could I not have thought of that... Every heart is connected, hearts intertwined... That must be it, that's the true use of the Immortal Tree! Yinzhen, this time I'll make you suffer a great fall."
His dejection vanished instantly, Bai Qi seemed reborn from this shock, his spirits instantly brightening. Even I was invigorated by his appearance, though... I had absolutely no idea what he was excited about.
After a while, Bai Qi turned to look at me, his elation and excitement replaced by calm. He remained silent for several minutes, making me uneasy. I almost thought he was going to kill someone to cover his tracks, protect the important secret, and then use the Beacon Fire Universe Ring to thank me at my grave.
"John, we were even, but your last idea was really useful and helped me a lot..."
"I'm glad this idea helped you, but please don't emphasize the word 'last'." "
To express my gratitude, besides what I promised you, I've decided to give you an extra special gift." "
Uh, basically, I welcome any gift except a coffin, a shroud, and a green hat, especially real gold and silver, diamonds and beautiful women... but no transvestites."
The situation was really strange. Bai Qi was laughing more and more happily, while I felt a chill. I couldn't figure out what he was up to. I saw him tap a few times on the strange machine on his wrist, and a loud rumbling sound shook the ground, as if something was emerging from outside.
"The gift has arrived, open the door and see."
Unable to contain my nervousness, I really wanted to rush out the door, not for the gift, but simply to leave as soon as possible. However, when I pushed the door open, what I saw stunned me, making me wonder if I was dreaming.
On my way back from Bai Qi's place, I unexpectedly ran into Fang Qingshu. He seemed to have come out specifically to find me, and upon seeing me, he apologized to me with all the sincerity he could muster.
"It's a pity this happened. I didn't expect Master to do this, and I'm very sorry."
I didn't doubt Fang Qingshu's words. With his pedantic personality, using underhanded tactics to compete on the racetrack was understandable, but to resort to despicable means to attack after leaving the racetrack was something I believed he wouldn't do. Although it's possible that he might suddenly "disregard trifles for the sake of great things" when facing immense pressure, judging from his expression and eyes, I believed that Fang Qingshu was unaware of Xin Chan's destruction of Amadeus beforehand, let alone instigated it. However...
"If an apology could settle things, there would be no need for government offices. Did you come here to show your superiority, or what do you want?"
"I know empty words are meaningless, but I believe you won't accept material compensation. If I were to give you real money at a time like this, it would only be an insult to my friend..."
Oh, please don't say that. Insulting me once is one thing, but if you insult me hundreds or thousands of times, then forget about forgiving you, I'd even kneel down and worship you.
"Although you can't participate in the race, and I can't defeat you fair and square on the track, that's something I deeply regret. But your decision not to participate is absolutely correct; this way, you won't make mistakes out of arrogance. Actually, your current situation is very dangerous, like being surrounded by wolves and tigers, but I assure you, I will keep you safe no matter what."
What does that mean? My current situation is dangerous? Have the Heart Zen Thief Bald and the Black Dragon Society already planned to settle scores ahead of time and wipe us all out? Fang Zai, are you saying all this to remind us to leave quickly?
The brief conversation yielded no results, and I hurriedly rushed back to my lodgings, carefully concealing my emotions. Fang Qingshu is shrewd and capable; if I'm not careful, he might see through my disguise, and the race in a few hours would be in trouble.
As I excitedly returned to my lodgings, hesitating whether I should tell everyone the secret, I heard a voice coming from the living room just before I opened the door.
"...Are you certain that the secret within the Beacon Fire Universe Circle can prove the Heart Zen Master's assassination?"
It was a strange voice, but it sounded familiar; I'd heard it somewhere before.
"Yes!"
The answer was unusually certain; it was indeed the voice of Layman Xindeng.
"Good, then I promise you. As long as the Beacon Fire Universe Circle is activated, and the evidence within can prove the traitor to our sect, I will personally take action to defend the righteous path and subdue the demon."
Speaking to Layman Xindeng in the same tone, a possibility suddenly flashed into my mind, and my body trembled. I hadn't expected this damned nun to visit so secretly one after another. Could she be here to make a big fuss?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, my presence was detected by the person inside the room, and I heard a shout from within.
"Hmph, you petty thief, do you think no one noticed you?"
"Master! Show mercy!"
Yu Hong's anxious voice rang out after the shout. I had a bad feeling in my heart. A sudden pain shot through my chest as a sharp sword aura silently pierced through me. If I hadn't rolled backward in time and fallen to the ground, I would have been killed instantly by the sword passing right through my chest.
(My chest hurts so much. Ugh, how badly am I injured?)
Just as I thought that, I felt a pain that seemed to pierce my heart and lungs. I might even have broken a few ribs. Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out from inside the room. The sword aura of the Heart Sword Thief Ninja came out in rapid succession. This was not a punishment at all, but a deliberate attempt to take my life.
(This thief...could it be that he doesn't want me to participate, so he's deliberately killing me here?)
My mind raced. I wanted to summon the God of Hell's Lust for defense, but the golden sword energy shot in unison. Before I could even finish the incantation, the deadly sword energy was already upon me.
"Stop!"
The Heart Sword Thief was ruthless and wouldn't stop for anyone. However, several black arrows that followed effectively blocked the golden sword energy. Seven black arrows pierced through the golden sword energy, achieving a perfect blockade.
"Ah Xue?"
I looked on in surprise at Ah Xue, who had just stepped in front of me. From this angle, I could only see her fox tail swaying back and forth, and the astonishing curve of her body. Before I could say anything, a clear shout came from inside the house, and a dazzling golden light suddenly shone. A golden sword shot towards us like it was splitting stars and shattering the moon.
Just by looking at the momentum, I knew that Ah Xue definitely couldn't block it. The sword was incredibly fast, and there was no time to dodge. In my haste, I finished reciting the summoning incantation, and the body of the Water-Fire Demon Spider appeared, blocking the golden light head-on. As the summoned beast was shattered to pieces, Ah Xue was thrown backward by the blast. I caught her immediately and rolled to the side with my arms around her.
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, Ah Xue and I were wracked with pain, almost thinking we had entered the underworld. But when we opened our eyes, we saw the Heart Sword Nun, wearing a half-purple mask, standing not far in front of us with a menacing expression. Her phoenix eyes, filled with malice, were fixed on Ah Xue's chest, gradually transforming into a strange gaze.
"Senior Sister! What are you doing?"
My hero master, always a step behind, finally stepped in to stop us. The Heart Sword Nun looked at Ah Xue with a strange expression, hesitated several times, and finally said nothing, turning away with a "humph."
In the instant the Heart Sword Nun turned and left, the glint in her eyes was so familiar it sent chills down my spine. It wasn't the gaze of some acquaintance, but the same gaze I saw every morning when I looked in the mirror.
Those eyes… were utterly lewd and depraved!
◆ Chapter Two: An Unexpected Surprise. Zero's Domain
Through that fleeting glance before she left, I realized something: the Heart Sword Nun might not be as virtuous as she appeared, but rather one of my kind, possessing an extremely intense sexual desire. If she were to shed her mask of cultivation, she might actually be some kind of lecherous demon or nun.
Cihang Jingdian was originally a den of hypocrites, so it's not surprising that there was Xin Chan and Xin Jian. Moreover, as Mao Yan'an once said, how sacred do you think a nun who identifies people by looking at their breasts could be?
Discovering this secret made many things seem suspicious, as if I had overlooked something important, but I couldn't remember it for the moment. However, the most important point is that Tianhe Xueqiong studied under her in the past. The two of them stayed on the secluded peak for many years. One was a super beauty, and the other was a perverted lecher. What good things could they have done?
(Damn it, no wonder Tianhe Xueqiong looks so perverted. It's because she has a perverted master. Those two must be torturing each other's nipples all day long on the mountain.)
Thinking of this crucial point, my gaze towards Xue became somewhat strange, while she was leaning against me, looking like she had just recovered from a shock. Ever since that night she met Xinjian Shenni, she had lost her memory, yet she showed an almost instinctive fear of this master. If I hadn't been in danger, she would never have come out to face Xinjian.
"Master..."
"Damn it! Who's your master!"
Lost in thought about Xinjian, my reaction startled Xue. It was only because I quickly realized my mistake and gently comforted her that she smiled again.
"Master, your chest is injured. If I press down on you like this, won't you be able to breathe? Won't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Ah Xue, even if Master's chest isn't injured, you pressing your breasts against me like this will still make it hard to breathe. But you don't need to worry at all. It feels very comfortable. If I didn't press down on you with your breasts, Master's injury would worsen, and then it would really hurt."
"Oh, then I'll stay still like this."
Ah Xue smiled sweetly and buried her face in the crook of my neck. Her soft, plump, snow-white breasts were pressing against my chest, rubbing against me without any distance. Although this made my broken bones hurt more, the indescribable sweet feeling made me willing to endure the pain of my broken bones rubbing against me.
Meanwhile, I listened to Yu Hong explain the situation in general. Knowing that Amadis had been destroyed and seeing no hope of obtaining the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, Layman Xin Deng secretly contacted Nun Xin Jian, hoping to gain her support and regain the leverage to overthrow Xin Chan. Nun Xin Jian promised to help if they could obtain the evidence within the Beacon Fire Universe Ring.
"All that talk is nonsense. If we can't win the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, everything will be ruined!"
I said irritably. Yu Ni and Yu Hong couldn't answer. They had originally planned to forcefully seize it again, but Nun Xin Jian had just attacked me, an action that seemed strange. Now they dared not say they had truly won over Nun Xin Jian.
Whether it's an open robbery or a clandestine theft, the race starting in two hours will be their last chance to survive. If they fail again, they'll have to run for their lives immediately, because Xin Chan, who has the upper hand, will never let us go.
I had my own plans, but I still discussed it with Neon. We'll go to the racetrack together later. The two sisters will dress up as race queens and blend in less conspicuously to try and steal the prizes. As for me, the driver who has already lost my racing car, I'll just be there to cheer and shout.
"Or, I could create chaos for you. For example, just as all the races are about to start, I could slit the old man's throat and throw him out, letting hundreds of cars run him over, crushing him into a bloody pulp. That would definitely cause a huge commotion."
"Wait, wait, my dear nephew, why would I want to sacrifice myself like that?"
"A scholar is useless, and you, this fake scholar pretending to be a coach, are of no use whatsoever. You hide when everyone is fighting, and you refuse to reveal Xin Chan's dirty secrets. You can't even call a prostitute, forcing me to find my own woman to play the role of a prostitute. What use is such an incompetent and useless character except to be pushed out and run over by a car?"
Over the past few days, I have continued to put pressure on Mao Yan'an. Although I don't think that the old secrets he is holding onto can really help bring down Xin Chan, I get angry when I see him using his grievances as an excuse to stay out of it.
The whole thing unfolded in this atmosphere. Yu Ni and I agreed that when the race cars were in position, I would create a disturbance for them to attract other people's attention and make it easier for them to proceed. Yue Ying, who came to offer her pre-race encouragement, was quite disappointed upon hearing the news, saying that if Amadeus hadn't been destroyed, they wouldn't have had to take such a risk.
"Sister, openly stealing treasure is a very dangerous thing. I have an unfulfilled wish. Can you grant it to me?"
Hearing my serious tone, Yueying's expression also became serious, her stunning beauty becoming even more captivating. She gently grasped my hand and asked softly, "What wish is it? Little brother, your sister won't refuse you." "
...I haven't seen you in a racing girl outfit yet. Could you find a chance to wear it for me?"
Unexpectedly, I made such an improper request. Yueying gave me a disdainful look with the authority of an older sister, but then immediately gave me a blessed kiss.
Just as she promised, this good older sister never refused my requests. My erotic fantasies would definitely have a chance to come true. The only regret was that, due to Yueying's prominent status, she couldn't openly appear in a racing girl outfit like Xue or Nihong. My dream could only be realized in her boudoir.
However, just thinking about Yueying wearing a hot racing girl outfit, with long legs, a slim waist, and round breasts and buttocks, her incredibly charming and alluring young woman figure, already made me extremely excited and full of anticipation.
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The final race of the year was about to decide who would emerge victorious. Not only were the drivers from all sides eager to compete, but even the hip-hop group was putting on a particularly energetic show.
Fire-breathing, snake-blowing, and rock music filled the racetrack entrance like a carnival. Zhou Yabing, always the one who entered on a giant ball, taking advantage of his last chance to shine this year, dressed up as a clown, rolling around on the ball while throwing knives, eliciting cheers and thunderous applause from the crowd.
(Wait a minute…)
I'd never felt this way before, but for some reason, Zhou Yabing's back view gave me a sense of déjà vu, as if I'd seen him somewhere before.
...Of course, he's always on time for every race; how many times have I seen his back?
Thinking about it made me laugh. I put aside my unnecessary worries and peeked at the scene outside through the magic screen in my workstation.
The start of the race was getting closer and closer, and the spectators' attention wasn't just on the drivers; they were also seizing the last opportunity to watch the race queens from each team compete for attention. A group of young women, dressed in white short-sleeved shirts and trousers with blue trim and pointed leather shoes, swayed their graceful waists; others wore silver backless jumpsuits and platform boots, showing off their long, beautiful legs; still others wore red and black bikinis and knee-high boots, flaunting their enviable curves. A riot of colors and styles, the women, despite their varied outfits and ever-changing figures and charms, all exuded the same vibrant energy and captivating sex appeal, drawing even the busy motorcade technicians who couldn't help but steal glances at them.
Ah Xue, who once caused two championship candidates to cheat on her with her overly revealing and busty outfit, had been warned by the organizers with a nosebleed, so she had toned down her attire to avoid causing too much of a commotion. However, when she appeared, her fair skin and ample breasts still caused a stir.
Standing on the stands, Little Fox Girl wore a very low-cut pink jumpsuit with matching knee-high boots. Soft white fur adorned her chest, neckline, and boot openings, making her proud breasts and plump thighs look exquisitely beautiful, perfectly highlighting Ah Xue's pure and innocent girlish charm. Looking around, no one else in the entire arena could so perfectly combine allure and innocence except Ah Xue.
Beneath her pink jumpsuit, Ah Xue's exaggeratedly beautiful figure was on full display; her full, rounded breasts seemed ready to burst out of her clothes at any moment. The breathtaking effect was evident whenever she bent down, her gaze darting around the arena, anxiously searching for something, her chest heaving in a stunning display of waves, eliciting frequent sighs of both hope and disappointment from the crowd.
But amidst the dazzling array of beauties at the racetrack, Ah Xue wasn't the most radiant. On the other side, another bright spot also attracted everyone's attention.
In the VIP stands reserved for the Speaker of the Federal Assembly, the Speaker himself was the center of attention. As one of the Four Heavenly Maidens, Yueying exuded a unique beauty no matter what she wore; even in a simple suit, her charm was captivating.
Yueying's long, golden hair was styled in a bun; her large, bright eyes elegantly surveyed the surroundings; but what was truly mesmerizing was her sweet smile, which revealed her beautiful, snow-white teeth with a gentle laugh, radiating a warm, sunny aura that seemed to bask in the breeze.
Although this breathtaking beauty lacked a certain captivating sensuality, the two girls beside Yueying made up for this deficiency.
Two female racers stood at the forefront, their snow-white skin shimmering beneath their tight silver-black leather skirts under the dazzling sunlight. Their long, slender, white legs, accentuated by the miniskirts, were even more alluring. The long, beautiful legs, the pride of the Feathered Tribe women, were amplified by the silver skirts and high heels, exuding an irresistible charm.
In terms of pure beauty, they couldn't surpass Ah Xue, but these identical twin sisters possessed a significant advantage: fame. Every man in the Golden Flower Federation had undoubtedly heard of the illustrious names of Constables Yu Ni and Yu Hong. These two spirited twin sisters, having traded their imposing constable uniforms for sexy short skirts and tank tops, allowed onlookers to feast their eyes on the youthful bodies and beautiful legs, arousing intense sexual fantasies among men. Their
snow-white bellies, partially hidden by their tops, revealed delicate navels that drew attention. The tight-fitting miniskirts clung tightly to their buttocks, outlining their curves in a way that tempted onlookers to touch them. If it weren't for their constable status acting as a deterrent, some might have already taken action.
Two almost identical pairs of slender, snow-white legs, a hallmark of the Feather Clan's beautiful girls, perfectly aroused desire, just like their firm, fragrant buttocks. Especially when their delicate feet wore ultra-high, glass-like heels, their slender, slightly curved calves, long, fair, and bouncy thighs, created a dance-like spectacle without any further embellishment. The
appearance of Yu Ni and Yu Hong amplified the cheers and commotion tenfold. I had never heard such applause before when a champion driver entered the arena; it was truly absurd.
However, unlike the other race queens who were afraid of not getting the crowd's attention, Neon didn't care about the gazes of all the men in the audience. She was just eagerly waiting for the signal, her nerves taut, ready to start her heist as soon as the time was right.
I couldn't just stand by and do nothing after making them wait so anxiously, so it was time to surprise them.
So…
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"Hey bro."
"Yeah, buddy."
After the familiar code words, the lights came on in the empty workstation, and then, as the workstation door opened, a completely undamaged black race car emerged amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.
As I drove out into the sunlight, I could completely imagine the astonishment and shock Yu Ni and Yu Hong must have felt, because I had experienced the same thing a few hours earlier.
When I opened the door, I saw the familiar black sports car parked perfectly fine outside Bai Qi's house, without a single scratch, even newer and better than before. I simply couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't imagine how Bai Qi had managed such a miracle, especially overnight.
"Actually, it's not much of a miracle. The Amadeus was so badly damaged, even I couldn't fix it. This is a prototype of the Amadeus, Asura."
"A-Asura?"
"Although they look the same, Amadeus is a defective product sent to the Third New Tokyo City after Asura's functions were removed. Therefore, Asura's performance is no worse than Amadeus. It's just that the prototype was intended to be scrapped from the beginning and was not actually tested, so I don't know how it will perform. You can choose whether or not to take it back."
Bai Qi wasn't one to talk much, so he only explained these few points. These few words, though seemingly innocuous, had already stirred up a storm within me. It turned out that Amadeus wasn't from the Third New Tokyo City, but rather the work of Bai Qi. In other words, Bai Qi had been in contact with my twisted father, and it was even highly likely that all the cutting-edge technologies of the Third New Tokyo City were related to Bai Qi…
The matter was too complex to investigate in haste, and in the end, I chose to take the risk and accept Bai Qi's gift. Despite the risks, just seeing the shock and surprise I displayed to both enemies and allies made it all worthwhile.
Looking from afar, Ah Xue and Yu Hong seemed extremely excited. If it weren't for the special circumstances, they might have rushed over to hug me. Although I couldn't see Fang Zai's expression, Xin Chan Ze Tu, who was giving a speech on stage, suddenly trembled in his voice, which was quite satisfying to listen to.
"...Today's race has a lot of meaning, not just the superficial meaning..."
Standing on the stands, Xin Chan Ze Tu seemed a little weak in the voice. I heard that he had caught a cold a few days ago and was not in good health, but I believe that was just a smokescreen to deceive people.
"All the victories and defeats, honors and disgraces, good and evil will be determined in this race. I sincerely hope that everyone participating in the race will take good care of themselves and not make decisions that they will regret for the rest of their lives. I also hope that after this race, everything will return to peace and tranquility."
His grand words concealed his evil intentions, but earned him a frenzied applause from the crowd, with everyone paying the highest respect to the religious leader. Regardless of his true thoughts, the race finally began with the sound of horns.
"Waaaaah!"
Having waited so long, I was caught in the middle of the pack, vowing to make that bald scoundrel regret his actions. He had used every despicable means to prevent me from participating, but now that I had the leverage and was back on the track, it was time for my desperate counterattack. Since that old bald scoundrel had saved my life, it was time to teach him a lesson.
Bai Qi said that Asura was the original version of Amadeus, but its performance and functions were even more comprehensive. He didn't elaborate on the specific additional features, but the driving smoothness was superior to the Amadeus.
When all the vehicles set off together, I was caught in the middle of the traffic and couldn't immediately reach top speed. Previously, I used the Amadeus's precise calculations to overtake at high speed with lightning-fast consecutive right angles, but with the Asura, the same power was used to create a series of small half-turns, maintaining both precision and smoothness, making it seem very easy to handle.
Driving the Amadeus feels like standing on a solitary peak, pushing forward to new limits. But driving the Asura is a different experience. Every action and function of its is fully capable, as if the word "limit" doesn't exist. As long as you drive it, there are infinite possibilities.
(Bai Qi is a genius; he can even create something like this. This gift is pretty cool.)
Although there were many drivers racing alongside me on the track, ninety-nine percent of them were mediocre. They couldn't keep up with me in previous races, and they were even less capable of competing with me now. Before I even activated my super acceleration device, I had already easily left them behind. Some of the treacherous individuals with ulterior motives were still trying to attack my car, but with a few drifts, the swirling airflow around my car created a storm, instantly destroying their vehicles and killing them.
(Hey, this isn't a trick only Bianca knows. As long as you can create a strong airflow contrast, this kind of mini-storm is easy to create.)
After taking down several competitors, I was still stuck in the thick of traffic. This was the consequence of being a target; I became their primary target. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but a sharp pain in my chest alerted me that this race needed to be finished quickly.
Asura and Amadeus are products of the same system, both extracting the driver's energy and converting it into the car's power. Asura's performance is superior to Amadeus, but it also takes a greater toll on my stamina. I was confident I could handle it, but last night I was injured by Shinken Shinni, and my chest is in severe pain. If the race drags on for too long, the depletion of my energy will affect my body, causing my injury to worsen rapidly, and in some cases, it could even be fatal.
Trapped in the middle of traffic, with many cars blocking our way, Bianca was already leading the way, trying to create as much distance as possible between us. I didn't care about that, but what was really dangerous was that Fang's eight-wheeled car was speeding up from behind and would soon overtake me. His fierce fighting spirit was as intense as a raging fire, and I had no doubt that he would ignore the rules and strike me with his sword as we passed each other.
(Damn it, you don't care about the rules anymore? Fine, I'll go all out with you. Great things always have to be done spectacularly. Fangzi, I'll pave a bloody path for you right now. If you're brave enough, follow me!)
My worries about my physical condition and the intense tension of speeding up ignited my primal instincts. I steeled myself, decided to throw aside all my concerns, and recklessly activated Asura's acceleration system.
"Second quadrant seal released, two-stage transformation initiation, progress 30%."
"Engine ignition, stationary speed adjustment, progress 55%."
"Turbocharger successfully boosted, vehicle transformation, progress 97%."
"Progress 100%, Wings of the Sun God, activated!"
Asura's transformation speed was faster than Amadeus'. The entire vehicle transformation process was completed almost instantly. A beam of intense light burst from the tail wing, and in the blink of an eye, the entire black vehicle transformed into a raging flame, hurtling forward at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.
The hundred-plus competitors who had been blocking Asura's path, along with their vehicles, became sacrificial offerings for the Wings of the Sun God. In the instant the Wings of the Sun swept across, they were first struck by the powerful shockwave, their bodies shattered into a rain of blood that splattered in all directions, and then incinerated by the intense heat of the flames. When Asura passed, the track was stained a trail of scorched black and crimson blood.
More than a hundred lives were lost in the competition, a heinous and cruel atrocity that, ironically, elicited a frenzied cheer from the audience. The final race was about to decide the winner, and the audience's emotions were already high, anticipating what unforgettable scenes they would witness in this final battle. Under the influence of bloodlust, cruel acts only provided them with excitement, while the actions of the champion contenders were seen as heroic, which is the source of the cheers I heard.
Once the Sun God's Wings were activated, the car could only speed along a straight line. Encountering obstacles such as continuous curves or rock walls would result in a foolish death by crashing into a mountain. Therefore, in the past, I dared not activate the Sun God's Wings too early, only waiting until after passing through obstacles and on the final straight section to rely on the super acceleration device to decide the winner. However, from the moment I received Asura from Bai Qi, I had a feeling that Asura could do more than Amadeus.
Trusting this feeling, I decided to take a big gamble in the final race, and this premonition turned into reality. Asura's abilities seemed limitless. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a race car could be speeding at supersonic speeds while weaving and dodging obstacles like a gentle stream.
Incredible skills were achieved under Asura's wheels. The key to achieving such performance lies not only in the various external functions, but also in the car's "soul"—its system. The Zero System installed in Asura filled in the parts that were deliberately deleted from the Amadeus. From the moment the Wings of the Sun God were activated, what I saw was no longer a real landscape, but all of them became living, breathing people.
I could see the expressions of every driver I competed with, their anxiety, their desire and determination for victory, and I could even hear their shouts. This Zero System transmitted their will to me.
(Is this feeling... the realm of zero?)
Life and death, in the extreme struggle for victory and defeat, burst forth with the most dazzling sparks. The contestants from all sides used their lives and will to leave behind a moving epic in this competition. When the competition reached its most intense final stage, most people had disappeared from my sight, leaving only a few familiar faces surrounding me in front of and behind.
Restricted and suppressed by the Bone Chariot, Bianca no longer posed a threat to me. But what surprised me the most was that Fang Zai, whom I should have left far behind, actually caught up with me at a speed no less than the Wings of the Sun God.
This is illogical. In our previous competition, whenever I used the super-acceleration device, the Wings of the Sun God, Fangzai would be left far behind. After all, at such a speed that surpasses that of flesh and blood, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up.
However, when Asura ran at a speed that surpassed Amadeus, Fangzai, who had always been unable to catch up with Amadeus, was able to approach at a speed no less than mine. This truly surprised me.
(Data! Hmm, there's something strange about the overall heartbeat. It's not just Fang Zai, even those eight strange horses are the same. They must have used some kind of physical stimulation method. This guy Fang Zai is risking his life to play with me this time.)
The awareness of risking one's life is indeed not to be underestimated. The sense of oppression emanating from Fang Zai is so strong, like an invincible beast in its prime, baring its fangs and claws to pounce and devour me.
If I were to confront Fang Zai head-on and he unleashed his seventh level of power, my chances of winning would be slim. The safest approach would be to accelerate and shake him off before he gets close, but my Sun God Wings were already activated, and my speed had reached its limit. To break through further, I would need even greater energy, which I couldn't provide.
Facing a formidable enemy like Fang Zai, there was no room for hesitation. My momentary delay allowed him to close the distance at high speed. As I entered the range of his sword energy attack, countless sword energies rained down on Asura's vehicle like a dense shower of stars.
Having experienced fighting Amadeus before, Fang Qingshu's sword strikes were both powerful and accurate, having clearly reached the seventh level of power. If it were the original Amadeus, he might have destroyed a third of him in one blow. However, Asura managed to set up an energy shield in time, withstanding Fang Qingshu's first round of sword strikes. But those who were already fighting desperately displayed terrifying fighting spirit, ignoring the damage to their bodies from continuous exertion. The second round of sword strikes rained down like a storm.
Asura was designed and manufactured by Bai Qi, and the energy shield could withstand this level of attack. However, when Asura suddenly amplified its energy intake, I, whose physical strength was already on the verge of exhaustion, suddenly choked on a mouthful of blood.
(Seven minutes left until the finish line, damn it, do I really have to make a sacrifice?)
◆ Chapter 3: The Ugly Performer.
With only seven minutes left in the Fiery Hero race, I encountered my biggest obstacle. Fang Qingshu is no ordinary person; he risked his life to challenge me, and I should give him the same respect and fight him to the death… if only I also possessed level seven power.
The difference between my power and that of the five strongest is only a thin line, though the gap is vast. I still vividly remember Tianhe Xueqiong slaying the dragon with level seven power. Fang Qingshu pushed his power to level seven; if it weren't for Asura's powerful energy shield, I would have been destroyed and killed long ago.
But activating the shield also requires energy, and ultimately, I have to supply that energy. I usually try to fill my mind with erotic thoughts and keep my body in a state of arousal, using erotic magic to extract sexual energy, which allows me to produce several times more essence than an ordinary person. But that is not inexhaustible. Last night, I didn't have time to absorb the woman's essence through intercourse, and now a problem has arisen at this crucial moment.
My mind was filled with images of beautiful female bodies: Ah Xue's large, plump breasts, Neon's long, beautiful legs, Moon Cherry's fair skin and delicate bones, and Li Huamei's intense moans as she reached orgasm. These images would normally make me feel hot and bothered, but now they had no effect. I only felt incredibly tired. And Asura, unable to get enough energy, turned to sucking my blood and essence, causing my body to weaken rapidly. A sharp pain shot through my chest wound, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Besides the internal crisis, external threats were also imminent. Fang Qingshu knew very well that he couldn't let me have a chance to use my speed advantage. He was determined to compete with me in strength, and his all-pervasive sword energy rained down like a storm, frantically striking Asura's energy field, aiming to destroy the car before reaching the finish line. The race had progressed to this point, and it was no longer a race, but a martial arts contest. But if it really was a martial arts contest, how could I possibly defeat Fang Qingshu?
At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind—the unique strategy Bai Qi had proposed when handing over the car to me: in a critical situation, I could use the Hellish God of Lust to summon beasts to perform a dark ritual, sacrificing them to transfer energy to Asura. This would double Asura's internal energy reserves, enhancing its speed and other functions. However, this method placed a significant burden on my body and an even greater strain on the vehicle. Using it rashly at high speeds could easily cause the car to disintegrate upon starting.
"Bang!"
Another heavy blow to Asura nearly caused me to fail at high speed cornering and crash into the mountainside. Only the force field shield crushed the rocks, preventing a fatal accident. The situation left me with no room for hesitation, and I finally made my desperate move.
"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I enter into a pact with you. Lend me your power, submit to me, manifest yourself, and come forth, Hell's Goddess of Lust, Phoenix Blood Bee!"
The Water-Fire Demon Spider was shattered in one blow by the Heart Sword Goddess in last night's battle, and less than a day has passed since then, making it impossible to summon it again. I can only summon the Phoenix Blood Bee, offering this only summonable beast that I can currently command freely, as a sacrifice to Asura.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
After a few strange sounds, Asura's system responded.
"The third quadrant seal is released, synchronization rate 96%."
"Maximum output increased by 200%, LCL is nearing its load point."
After the mechanical voice I couldn't understand rang out, Asura suddenly trembled, and the energy field enveloping the entire vehicle shone brightly. The intense golden light illuminated all directions, and its power suddenly doubled. It not only blocked all of Qing Shu's attacks, but also released a powerful counter-force, shattering all of his sword energy and sweeping it away. The eight red-bearded dragon horses pulling the vehicle were immediately affected, and three of them were injured, their blood staining the yellow sand.
As the Red-Bearded Dragon Horse slowed down, Asura, who had been suppressed, had an opportunity to gallop again, widening the distance between them. We were pleased with ourselves when suddenly a roar erupted from behind.
"Hah!"
The deafening shout brought a sudden, overwhelming sense of pressure from behind. Looking through the system, I saw Fang Qingshu, seemingly having taken some kind of powerful stimulant, his aura surging a thousandfold. His upper garments ripped apart as he spurred his horse forward with incredible force. The
eight divine steeds moved with lightning speed, rider and horse as one, unleashing an impossible burst of speed, instantly closing the distance between us again, and even showing signs of overtaking me.
(How...how is this possible? Fang's speed just now was already achieved by risking his life, and now it's twice as fast. Even if he risked his life, this shouldn't be possible. Could it be...that there really are miracles in this world?)
My mind was in a mess, but the Zero System was summarizing and searching for reasons for me, and quickly came to a conclusion. On Asura's close-up screen, there was a vast and abundant energy flow, invisible to the naked eye, pouring into Fang Qingshu's body from the top of the clouds, causing him to briefly break through his limits and unleash power far exceeding his usual strength, creating a miracle.
The entire race was under tight surveillance, not to mention the tens of thousands of eyes watching. To secretly assist someone through a power transfer without being detected, the newcomer must be a top-tier expert. I knew who it was almost instantly. Within the "Zero Domain," after I saw Fang Qingshu's righteous figure, an even larger, dazzling light and shadow appeared.
The Heart Sword Divine Nun!
The Heart Sword Nun, wearing a purple mask, chanted scriptures and formed hand seals in the clouds. Her enormous figure filled the entire space, as if declaring her dominion over everything. Suddenly, the Heart Sword Nun opened her eyes, and a surge of powerful energy flowed into her. Fang Qingshu's speed increased incredibly again, instantly closing in. I don't know how he did it, but a dazzling golden sword aura surged into the sky and crashed down.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Asura shook violently. I was horrified to find a long gash cleaved at the rear of the car. If the sword aura had been another foot and a half longer, it would have cut me down as well. In an instant, I understood Fang Qingshu's thinking. He wasn't sure what prize I wanted to win, so even if I won, it wouldn't mean anything. The safest way was to destroy the car and force me out of the race.
(Damn it! I was almost there. If I could just hold on for a few more minutes, I could run back!)
There were only four minutes left. I could even vaguely see people waving flags ahead, but the finish line, which seemed so close, now felt like the ends of the earth. Asura's speed had been greatly reduced after being injured, and Fang Qingshu's second sword strike would be coming soon. The golden sword energy of the eighth level of power would be enough to shatter Asura with a single strike. I had no chance of reaching the finish line at all.
(I have to try again, but I can't summon the Water-Fire Demon Spider, and the Phoenix Blood Bee has already sacrificed itself. What else can I offer as a sacrifice?)
The answer was already obvious, but when I made up my mind to perform the Dark Ritual with the Yama Corpse Mantis, almost as soon as I uttered the incantation, an intense, piercing pain shot through my head, making my vision go black, and a large amount of blood gushed from my mouth and nose.
The excruciating pain attacked my brain, the rear of the car was damaged, and Asura suddenly lost control, crashing into the rocks beside the road, creating a long trail of sparks. My head was throbbing, and I barely managed to maintain my consciousness, gritting my teeth as I tried to steady the car, but the moment I opened my eyes, a dazzling golden light blinded me completely. Fang Qingshu's second attack had already been launched, slashing towards Asura.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Asura, stripped of her force field shield, would be utterly destroyed the moment she came into contact with the level eight power. Even if I survived, I would be severely injured. Unfortunately, at this moment, I had no other choice but to await my fate.
(This is what happens when you fail at the last minute, Ah Qi. Your masterpiece can only help me this much...)
This thought flashed through my mind, and I was gripped by a strong sense of frustration. In that moment of despair, something gradually became clear in the brilliant golden light ahead.
It was a blonde goddess dressed as a race queen, standing on a high platform beside the finish line, waving a checkered flag at the champion who was about to be crowned.
A scene imbued with a sense of blessing somehow felt incredibly warm and comforting to me, like being embraced by my mother. This familiar feeling abruptly jolted me awake, erasing the sharp pain in my brain, and allowing me to clearly see the blonde goddess waving the checkered flag.
It was Yueying!
It really was her!
As the Speaker of the Plantagenet Federation, she had shed her elaborate suit and donned a white, pink-trimmed, half-length vest-style dress. The white and red glossy leather parts, illuminated by the sunlight, made her sexy and graceful figure stand out even more.
The top featured an off-the-shoulder, demi-cup design, with leather straps tightly binding the cups to accentuate and create a captivating, deep cleavage. Her full, peach-like, snow-white breasts bounced excitedly up and down with each energetic wave of her bra, forming waves that drew the attention of everyone present.
Two silver-white, shiny leather strips extended downwards from the demi-cup bras, their V-shaped cut ending two inches below her navel before disappearing into the stiff mini-skirt at her waist. The exposed snow-white skin between the two silver-white leather strips was concealed by pink, crisscrossing knots, naturally creating a diamond-shaped cutout design. Such meticulous and ingenious design not only added a touch of mystery but also left much to the imagination.
Looking at the Moon Cherry Blossom from this angle, it was as if I were seeing a sexy goddess, her body forming a victorious "V" sign, cheering me on. When she occasionally turned to the side as she waved her flag, revealing her bare, snow-white back, and her ultra-short mini-skirt that barely covered her thighs, the sword-shaped hem fluttering in the wind perfectly showcasing her shapely, alluring buttocks.
This fiery scene, amidst the clamor of countless males in the room, exerted a powerful stimulation on me. The blood flowing from my mouth and nose instantly stopped, flowing down between my legs, causing me to become erect.
The intense temptation and impact almost made me lose my reason. However, one thing remained vaguely in my mind: regardless of how Yueying learned of my predicament, and regardless of her subsequent explanation, as the dignified Speaker of the Plantagenet Federation, she dressed as a sexy race queen in front of millions of citizens to cheer me on. This was bound to cause a huge uproar afterward, but that was her sacrifice for me.
"Little brother! You have to do your best. I believe you can do it."
As the checkered flag fluttered, Yueying's firm gaze seemed to convey this message to me. The Autumn Moon Celestial Maiden's beautiful breasts and pert buttocks, her sexy racing girl outfit, and her movingly tender affection were all conveyed through her movements as she waved the checkered flag. In an instant, an inexplicable power surged from the depths of my body, causing me to ignore the excruciating pain in my head and complete the summoning process.
"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I sign a contract with you. Lend me your power, obey me, take form and manifest, come forth, Hellish Lust God, Yama Corpse Mantis!"
The most powerful summoned beast I could control, after its energy was transformed through a dark ritual, suddenly erupted with incredible effects. Sparks appeared on the dashboard, followed by a sharp cry.
"Warning! Warning!"
"Synchronization rate 400%!"
I didn't understand what this synchronization rate meant, but the result of suddenly breaking through 100% was that it forced out all of Asura's potential, and the entire vehicle underwent a sudden transformation. A strong mental shock brought me even closer to Asura, but I also lost control of the vehicle. Amidst a series of mechanical noises, Asura actually "came to life"!
In the history of Formula One racing, something so absurd has probably never happened before: the car transformed under the watchful eyes of the crowd, its front wheels concave and extending arms; the front of the car flipped over, revealing its head; the rear of the car rotated, transforming into a pair of steel legs stepping on the wheels, turning a racing car into a mechanical Vajra with wheels on its feet! It would take
a long time to describe, as the whole process actually happened in a very short time. The audience had barely seen Fang Qingshu wave his hand, and the golden giant sword slashed through the air towards the black car when "Amadeus" transformed into a black robot. With a lightning-fast clap of its arms, it actually used the technique of disarming a blade with its bare hands to catch the golden sword energy that was slashing down. A terrifying howl that had once echoed across the borders of Alibuda and Ishtar reverberated through the Washington racetrack. Despite its much smaller size, the black robot's mournful howl was identical to that of the "Skyhawk," intensely shaking the senses of the entire audience. With
two consecutive furious howls , Asura proclaimed its awakening and presence to the humans present. Simultaneously, it displayed its power, clapping its hands together to forcefully detonate the golden sword energy. Taking advantage of the enemy's weakened state, it extended its ten fingers, unleashing a barrage of iron bullets. Fang Qingshu was suddenly attacked. His longsword was drawn from its sheath, flying like a rainbow, intercepting hundreds of bullets without harming the eight steeds. He displayed first-rate swordsmanship. However, when Asura straightened its chest, a V-shaped burst of Vajra flames raged towards them. Facing this extremely powerful impact of high temperature, Fang Qingshu blocked with his sword, chanting Sanskrit scriptures. A golden aura enveloped the eight steeds, protecting them from the flames. However, the heatwave that was deflected dissipated outwards, turning the surrounding area into a raging sea of fire. Some staff members and unfortunate drivers who couldn't escape were instantly incinerated. The first day of the month is over; the fifteenth remains. Asura's attacks came one after another. Once the Vajra Flame was blocked, the machine guns fired wildly again. But this time, in addition to hundreds of bullets, there were two "atomic heat rays" shooting from his eyes, breaking through the golden shield's protection. With Fang Qingshu's shocked scream, they pierced through his left shoulder, the wound instantly burning black, not even a drop of blood could flow. Fang Qingshu was clearly incredulous that his near-eighth-level unparalleled power could not stop Asura's unpredictable attacks. But before he could calm down and think, a huge black shadow appeared in front of him like a dark cloud. If he hadn't dodged in time, this punch would not only have punched a three-foot-deep hole in the ground, but he would have been pulverized and killed in it. "Ugh!" Fang Qingshu groaned in pain, but Asura approached with astonishing speed, his "Z"-shaped movement trajectory impossible to detect with the naked eye. He flashed to Fang Qingshu's left one moment and then to his right the next, launching a series of attacks while moving at high speed. With the support of the Sword Goddess behind him, Fang Qingshu was not about to sit idly by and wait to be killed. He also swung his sword in retaliation, his longsword striking Asura's heavy fist, splattering sparks. Both sides were fighting at lightning speed, exchanging dozens of blows in a single second, back and forth, creating a dazzling display of sparks, while simultaneously hurtling straight toward the finish line at incredible speed.

However, in such a physically demanding contest, steel ultimately has the advantage over flesh and blood. After the two sides had exchanged 10,000 blows, and although they were only a short distance from the finish line, Fang Qingshu's strength suddenly weakened and plummeted like a river in the sun. On the contrary, Asura was relentless and unleashed a barrage of heavy punches like thunder.
Punch after punch, Asura's sweeping attack was too much for the already injured Fang Qingshu to block. Although he unleashed his sword energy to try and block it, Asura, in his berserk state, treated the sword energy as nothing. His iron arm forcefully broke through the sword energy's seal and slammed heavily into the red-bearded dragon horse. The unprecedented and unparalleled power of the attack shattered the four leading dragon horses before they could even utter a sound, their flesh and bones exploding into four pools of blood and gore.
With his mount dead, Fang Qingshu was filled with grief and anger. He raised his sword and launched a fierce attack, but Asura's heavy fist came straight at him. This time, flames suddenly erupted from the end of his outstretched arm during the punch. The speed boost from the Wings of the Sun God amplified the destructive power of this heavy punch fivefold, overwhelming the enemy with its ferocity.
"Pushing Strike!"
This unique title of the ultimate strike sent Fang Qingshu flying like a meteor, spitting blood and stumbling backward. He and his vehicle were pulled back dozens of feet by the force of the impact. Although he managed to regain his balance, his internal organs were injured, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood. He was powerless to stop the enemy's advance and could only watch helplessly as the black robot, like an ice skater, glided across the finish line, lamenting the cruel twist of fate.
However, even though Asura won the championship in a heroic manner, the moment he crossed the finish line, his entire black iron body emitted an eerie red color, as if the metal had been heated to a bright red. Then, the entire vehicle was surrounded by raging flames and engulfed in a large area of fire.
Being able to clash head-on with a powerhouse approaching level eight, Asura possessed immense internal energy. However, it was merely a hastily manufactured, even untested, semi-finished machine. This battle, pushing its limits, had already ravaged its systems and structure. It was a miracle it had even reached the finish line. Once past the finish line, all the pent-up energy immediately surged away, and scorching flames and energy storms swept around, turning the area within a dozen feet into a fiery hell.
It was this familiar intense heat that roused me from a deep coma. I felt as if I were submerged in boiling water, every part of my body burning with indescribable pain. I wanted to cry for help, but no sound came out.
(Sigh, what kind of things does Aqi make? He always makes cars burn...)
Winning the race but facing mortal danger is really not worth it. But perhaps if you want a miracle to happen, you have to pay a price. Defeating Fang Qingshu, who has the help of the Sword Goddess, is a miracle for me, and now I have to pay the price for creating one.
Strangely enough, even though I'm in boiling water and in pain, my consciousness is still clear. I can even see the scene outside the car. The black car body now seems to have become a transparent film, allowing me to clearly see the commotion outside.
Many people rushed to the rescue with fire extinguishing tools, but neither magic nor fire extinguishing tools could extinguish the high-temperature flames formed by the rampage of pure energy. Those who tried to rush over to put out the fire were burned to ashes as soon as they entered within ten feet of the flames.
Without my commands, Yu Ni was like a beautiful but lifeless puppet, completely motionless; Yu Hong, though rousing her fire to protect herself, tried to rush in with the help of the Phoenix Flame, but after reaching within five feet, she was swept away by the energy storm, and this happened several times; Ah Xue, although stronger than Yu Hong, had the wrong element, making her efforts less effective and helpless, tears streaming down her face. If Mao Yan'an and Violet hadn't held her back, she would have rushed into the flames.
The same situation applied to Yue Ying; although she maintained her composure and directed her subordinates to rescue people, she also had a terrified and tearful expression. I'm so happy to see that expression on her face. But unless you have power at level seven or higher, no one can penetrate the range of these flames, and... maybe even level eight or higher...
(...Damn it...Damn it...He built this car, isn't he going to clean up the mess himself? Could it be...that this kid planned to kill me from the start...?)
As if he heard my voice, a miracle occurred in my despair. Amidst the raging flames, a figure rushed in, ignoring the intense heat. Flames engulfed his body, and his clothes caught fire, but he instantly traversed the raging energy storm, covering ten feet, and leaped to the outside of the red-hot car.
To be able to traverse a ten-foot energy storm in one breath—such skill is extraordinary, and only a handful of people in this world can do it. Yet, even though he's already close, I still can't make out his face.
(Who...who are you?)
At the brink of death, he's brought me my only chance at life, and I feel a warm wave of gratitude. I never imagined that besides the few women with whom I have a complicated love affair, someone would be willing to come through the flames to save my life. However, things don't seem to be that simple.
Under the raging impact of the energy storm, the car door has already been deformed and jammed, and even with immense force, it cannot be opened. Although the man has rushed close, looking at the red-hot metal car body, he has nowhere to start. After a moment of helplessness, his gaze suddenly turns to the external handle used for emergency opening. A sizzling sound filled the air as flesh began to burn. Undeterred by the intense heat of the red-hot metal, the man gripped the doorknob. The contact between his skin and the burning metal immediately emitted a foul stench of charred flesh. The intense heat seared his palms, but he seemed oblivious, focusing intently and urgently as he turned the doorknob.
This scene left me completely stunned. I had never imagined that a stranger would be willing to do such a thing for me. In a daze, I felt that this person looked vaguely familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere before. (Oh, right... I recognize you, you are... Mother, the Goddess of War!) Shocked by this discovery, I heard a "whoosh" as the door was finally pulled open. As sunlight and fresh air rushed in, bringing with them the scent of life, I saw a face charred black, its makeup mostly gone, yet still bearing the small, ugly nose. I finally saw my savior's face and recognized him. ……………Zhou Yabing! ◇◇◇ This year's Grade 1 Formula One Grand Prix ended in an unexpectedly spectacular fashion. Both the spectators inside and the gamblers outside exclaimed that it was thrilling and worth every penny. Ironically, even though we fought such a bloody battle to win, the total number of deaths and injuries in this tournament still couldn't match the previous records, which is truly absurd. Despite my car being completely totaled and me nearly losing my life, I won first prize: the legendary model of the Dankael. Second prize, the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, went to Oda Kaori. As for third prize, the Evil Wolf Blood Sword, it was won by Bianca because Fang Qingshu was seriously injured and forced to withdraw in the final match—a truly regrettable outcome. Although the alliance between Bai Qi and me was a secret agreement, nothing stays hidden forever. Judging from the actions and results of the White Bone Chariot in the race, anyone with a discerning eye could see a certain tacit understanding between the White Bone Chariot and Amadeus, and thus deduce the truth behind the scenes. Therefore, Fang Qingshu's failure to obtain the Beacon Fire Universe Ring must have been a significant blow to Xin Chan Thief Tu. I heard that the moment he saw Fang Qingshu leave the stage severely injured, he suddenly coughed up blood and fainted. This is truly gratifying news, but it could also be a feint to lull me into a false sense of security. I heard from Yue Ying that Xin Chan Thief Tu seemed to have told Fang Qingshu after the race that even if we obtained the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, it might not necessarily be sufficient evidence against him. "...Actually, I've been considering this matter for the past few days. We haven't even seen the secrets within the Beacon Fire Universe Circle, nor do we know the details. Relying solely on this evidence to accuse Xin Chan carries considerable risk. Ideally, we should obtain other compelling evidence to testify to others about Xin Chan's motives and the process by which he murdered his master and seized power. That would be enough to convince the bald bandits of Cihang Jingdian."

"But, little brother, Layman Xindeng has already stated that he will personally go to Cihang Jingdian tomorrow to reveal the secret in front of all the monks. There are less than two days left. In such a rush, where are you going to find new evidence?"
"Hmm, that's exactly what I'm worried about."
In the Washington, D.C. Capitol building, I sat next to Yueying and discussed these issues with her with a serious expression.
Although I have many girls around me, Ah Xue is simple and innocent, Yu Ni has almost no thinking ability, and Yu Hong's perspective is too biased; she's not someone I can discuss things with. Usually, I discuss matters with Mao Yan'an, but in the Golden Flower Federation, Yue Ying is far more helpful than Mao Yan'an. Coupled with the wisdom she has cultivated during her political career, I always like to discuss serious matters with her, and incidentally hug and cuddle her, taking advantage of her.
Yue Ying's wisdom is profound and reserved; you will never discover it unless you deliberately explore it. Those unfamiliar with her only see her radiant beauty, possessing both the noble elegance of a refined lady and the approachable gentleness of a girl next door. They are captivated by her stunning looks and fail to notice her thoughts and wisdom. Yueying deliberately conceals this, and even I, her closest confidante, only discovered her hidden wisdom and experience after spending considerable time with Sala, and I increasingly enjoyed using her intellect to analyze things.
After Bai Qi unlocked the seal on my memories, I discussed those matters with Yueying. After much thought, she posed a question to me.
"Little brother, could your mother... be the Phoenix Goddess?"
I wish I could answer that question, but judging from Katrina's ambiguous attitude and the time my perverted father spent as a rock singer in the Southern Barbarian lands, there's probably a 70% chance. But the Phoenix Goddess has been mysteriously missing for over ten years, and I can't verify it with her. If she really is my mother, where did she go? Why did she disappear?
"...I can't figure it out. Could she have been killed by my perverted father? Hahaha." "
Don't be like that. Little brother, this isn't something to joke about."
Yueying reprimanded me seriously, and if I'm not mistaken, Yueying's rise to such a position over the years has likely been significantly aided by the Third New Tokyo City.
Bai Qi's identity has been confirmed as not being an envoy from Ishtar, but rather an arms dealer from overseas. For many years, Bai Qi and his family have been cooperating with the Third New Tokyo City. This time, the contract expired, the cooperation partner changed, and Yueying received technical support from the Third New Tokyo City, being entrusted to compete for the arms agency rights. From all these signs, it is clear that Yueying and her perverted father's cooperation was not a one-off event, but rather a long-standing relationship.
Although she suffered abuse from her father, Yueying is a person who values family very much and always hopes that I and my perverted father can reconcile like a normal father and son, even secretly trying to bring us together on several occasions. I thought she was being completely delusional, but as long as she was happy, I wasn't bothered to argue with her. After all, everyone has different ideas and the freedom to do what they want...
◆ Chapter Four: Disrupting the Parliament. Betraying Friends for Personal Gain
The Parliament House of the Plantagenet Federation was where Moon Sakura usually worked. It was built on a hillside, and if you stood at the entrance of the Parliament House, you could clearly see the expansive mountain view opposite: Brokeback Mountain, the famous scenic spot of the Plantagenet Federation capital.
We sat on the second-floor balcony, looking down into the parliamentary hall below. There were dozens of rows of seats, and directly in front of us was a podium painted with a great eagle totem. The entire parliamentary hall was covered with a thick, bright red carpet.
The thick carpets have a sound-absorbing effect, making the entire parliament hall, though vast, quiet and still. The slightly old-fashioned decor and furnishings, thanks to daily meticulous maintenance, gleam with a beautiful sheen, like an elderly but wise grandmother telling people about her past, inspiring deep respect for this parliament hall.
The parliament of the Plantagenet Federation holds immense power. Even the president, as the monarch of the nation, faces immense difficulties in governing without the support of the parliament. Thus, for centuries, countless earth-shattering actions have been voted on in this parliamentary hall. In fact, even today, major decisions such as joining the international alliance, sending troops to fight the Black Dragon Society, and whether to fight or make peace with Istanbul are still voted on in this hall.
I have long admired this renowned political institution. Today, taking advantage of the parliamentary recess, the parliamentary hall was empty except for a few cleaning staff. Yueying led me to the parliamentary villa to see where she usually works.
"Sister, do you usually stand on the podium?"
"Yes, most of the time, but it's just for show. Unless there's an emergency, most things are already decided by the various parties before I even get on the podium."
At my request, Yueying stood on the podium. Although she didn't deliberately pose, her confident stride and subtle, elegant smile exuded the unique charm of a female politician from the moment she stepped onto the podium.
To show me around the parliament, Yueying changed into her usual parliamentary attire. Her upper body wore an ivory-white silk blouse with short, ruffled sleeves, but cleverly used the weight of the garment to create a layered, irregularly wavy pleat at the chest, revealing a white lace blouse underneath. The
dark blue silk coat over the blouse, besides giving her an ethereal, fairy-like appearance, also added a touch of sophistication. The gold badge on her chest, representing her status as a member of parliament, shimmered under the lights. Her matching knee-length pencil skirt not only completely covered her shapely hips but also perfectly accentuated the sexy curves of her lower body.
Her blonde hair was piled high, and her face was lightly made up. Yueying looked radiant, her every move exuding confidence and charisma, a stark contrast to her royal princess attire. From a distance, she even bore a resemblance to Li Huamei when she was commanding troops.
"See that rope hanging down the stairs on the left? Three hundred and sixty-seven years ago, the Plantagenet Federation passed a new employment law, allowing employers to dismiss employees under the age of twenty-six without any reason or compensation. To express his protest against this law and his refusal to participate in it to future generations, sixty-three-year-old Congressman Bam Frank hanged himself here in the middle of the night..."
"...The dais was destroyed once. One hundred and forty-six years ago, when the vote was taken on to use force against Solancia, the hawks, led by Councilor Fang Guohao, threw gloves at an elder of the Buffett family, demanding a public duel. That old councilor was eighty-six years old at the time, and he was Ryan's great-great-grandfather."
Yueying pointed to every corner of the council chamber, introducing it in detail as if she knew it by heart. Seeing her speak with such joy, I felt a lot of emotions in my heart as well.
As a woman, Moon Sakura had no hope of running for president, but she skillfully used her complex political and business connections, as well as the public's support and affection for Ryan Buffett, to successfully unite resources from all sides and secure her position as Speaker of Congress. This was truly a remarkable achievement, and Moon Sakura must have endured countless hardships and bitterness to finally achieve this triumphant moment.
As I was reflecting on this, I suddenly realized something was amiss. The cleaning staff who had been tidying up nearby had all disappeared without a trace, and the parliament building was completely silent. Even the security personnel responsible for protecting Moon Sakura were nowhere to be seen. Only the two of us remained in the vast space, a completely enclosed environment.
Having weathered countless storms, I immediately sensed danger.
(This is bad, someone's trying to assassinate me!)
I'd just had a life-or-death race with Fang Qingshu, and I was currently at my weakest, making combat extremely disadvantageous. But for Yueying's sake, I immediately pulled out the Demon-Slaying Gun hidden at my waist, preparing to face the battle with this magical weapon.
However, the moment I drew the gun, a warm, white hand was placed on mine. As I looked up in surprise, Yueying, who had somehow stepped down from the platform, kissed my lips passionately, a fleeting touch. Then, under my questioning gaze, Yueying's cheeks flushed, but she boldly met my eyes and uttered words that filled me with ecstasy.
"...Haven't you always wanted to see your older sister dressed like this? You worked so hard at the race, and to reward you for your efforts, I've made a special preparation today...to do it with you...right here."
Her words were hesitant and extremely shy, but her beautiful eyes, burning with love, remained fixed on me the entire time, not avoiding my questioning. This kind of bold and unrestrained allure, born of love, was impossible to resist.
Right in the center of this council chamber, I embraced Yueying and kissed her passionately, with a mixture of gratitude and fervor.
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The Senate's podium, where the president presided over meetings, was where Yueying, as the speaker, usually stood, microphone in hand, loudly presiding over meetings and controlling the proceedings.
Today, she still stands here, dressed as dignified as ever, in her neat and tidy female legislator suit, the gold badge on her chest awe-inspiring. Everything is almost the same as usual. If there is any difference, it is the charming, half-smiling expression on her face, which is quite different from her usual dignified and unapproachable demeanor. Also, what she holds in her soft palm is no longer a microphone, but a hot and hard penis.
"...Tell your sister, have you missed her these past few days?"
"More than just a few days. I miss you when I can't see you, and I miss you even more when I can see you."
"You're just being cheeky. I'm right in front of you, what else is there to miss?"
"Haha, I miss you when I can't see you, and when I see you...I want to devour you whole."
Hearing my blatant declaration of love, Yueying gave me a slightly reproachful look, then slipped her soft hand into my crotch and squeezed it tightly. The soft, tender, and warm touch was so pleasurable that it made me roll my eyes. Looking at Yueying's blushing cheeks and shy expression, it was even more irresistible.
"Sister, don't just touch it..."
As if she had been prepared for my request, Yueying smiled and squatted down, pulling out the penis from the zipper opening. She parted her lips slightly and swallowed the purplish-red mushroom in one gulp. She glanced at me and began to savor it.
Standing in the empty parliament hall, having a neatly dressed female member of parliament perform oral sex on me, the visual impact was as exhilarating as raping someone else's bride at a wedding, not to mention that this female member of parliament was as beautiful as an angel, not some skinny, gray-haired dinosaur.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. But perhaps because it had been a while since I'd done this, Yueying's technique for sucking my penis was a little clumsy. Her teeth kept hitting the coronal sulcus of the glans, and it was quite painful at first. I was getting impatient, so I instinctively grabbed her blonde hair, thrust my hips forward, and shoved my hot penis straight into Yueying's mouth, stopping at the back of her throat, and then pumping it in quickly and gently.
Yueying made a few "Ee...ah..." sounds, as if she knew what I needed. Without stopping, she gestured to me with her eyes, glancing at the head table next to her, and told me to sit down.
"Mmm..."
I sat down at the head table. Throughout the process, Yueying displayed a high level of skill. Her full lips remained inside my penis, never letting go. Once I was settled, she knelt down and buried herself between my legs, only shifting her position from facing me to my side. One hand caressed my chest, while the other roamed between my groin and testicles, occasionally pinching and teasing my testicles with her hand, while her mouth expertly licked and sucked. The multi-layered, continuous stimulation was like a beautiful symphony, making up for the face lost due to her earlier awkwardness and demonstrating her strength as the Queen of the Night.
"Sister, you... um... this position is so stimulating..."
Yueying pressed against my lower abdomen, moving only her mouth up and down. I adjusted my position to make it easier for her to exert force and tease me at will. Yueying licked so earnestly, each strand of her hair soaked with sweat. I could fully feel the heat and tenderness of her mouth. Whenever I gently stroked her blonde hair and ears, she would respond by gently biting my glans with her teeth.
It was a wonderful experience to continue enjoying the sweet taste of the Autumn Moon Fairy's mouth, but considering that Yueying's stamina was not good, I couldn't bear to tire her out too much. I helped her up, sat her up, and hugged her tightly in my arms again. I found that her silk shirt was soaked with sweat. I tenderly stroked her cheeks, her hair, her shoulders, and her slender waist, and then lowered my head to kiss her lips.
"Little brother, are you feeling good?"
"It's amazing, sister. Thank you for cheering me on today. If it weren't for your encouragement, I definitely wouldn't have been able to finish the race."
"Has any girl ever told you how cool you look when you're racing?"
"Oh, really?"
I smiled, secretly reaching my hand behind Yueying's back, and suddenly picked her up, laying her across my lap. My penis pressed against her knee-length skirt. Before Yueying could object, my left hand supported her plump buttocks, while my right hand slipped between her beautiful thighs. Through her white lace panties, my fingers massaged her vulva without hesitation. Her sparse, golden hairs framed her plump, soft, and warm vulva, like a small steamed bun. A peculiar slit in the vulva perfectly accommodated my finger. I kneaded, pinched, stroked, and teased her with the practiced skill of an instrument, and in an instant, a perfect harmony of sounds filled the air. How could the delicate Yueying withstand such teasing? Soon, she was panting heavily, her white lace panties half-soaked.
Seizing the opportunity, I climbed down from the head table, leaving Yueying alone on the wooden table. I tried to use the opportunity to roll up her blue skirt, but "Ah! No… not yet!" The moment her white panties were revealed, Yueying pulled her skirt back down.
However, I've never been a good man who would obediently listen to his older sister. While Yueying was covering her skirt with her hands, my fingers had already slipped inside her panties, desperately kneading her wrinkled, moist lips.
The previous teasing had already made the voluptuous female councilor's plump vulva overflow with lustful juices. My ten fingers, following the slippery fluids, teased the tender bud at the top of her flower garden.
"...Don't, don't rub...it's so itchy...ah..."
Yueying, naturally alluring and with a body a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary women, swayed her plump buttocks and her two slender feet in high heels under my repeated stimulation, radiating a captivating and seductive charm.
I calculated that the time was almost right, so I reached under her skirt and ripped off her semi-transparent lace panties. This time, Yueying didn't resist; she cooperated by lifting her hips and bending her legs, letting me pull the panties off her feet. The white panties were already stained semi-transparent with her vaginal fluid, especially the crotch area, where drops of fluid were seeping out. I brought them to my nose and took a deep sniff; indeed, the fragrance was intoxicating. Excited, I simply stuffed Yueying's panties into my pocket as a souvenir.
Without the cover of her panties, Yueying sat shyly on the table, her jade-like legs spread wide, revealing her two vermilion doors. The sparse gold thread above her jade gates made her look like a hot and sexy gold-threaded cat. I laughed and rolled up her blue skirt above her waist, leaving her entire lower body naked before my eyes—a lewd sight that made my heart race.
From the front, beneath the loose gold thread, her snow-white, plump vulva, a small red slit glistening with seductive fluid, was my favorite sight. I lowered my body, lifting Moon Cherry's snow-white buttocks, ignoring her moans of "Ah...ah..." from her head-down position, and extended my tongue, giving her a long, passionate lick from bottom to top, from her lips to her clitoris.
"Ah
...
Throughout the entire process, Yueying kept her eyes closed, enjoying my kisses and caresses. She was unaware that I had secretly undressed and was now naked from the waist down. I quietly crouched down, adjusted my position, and placed my penis next to my middle finger, which was rubbing her clitoris. Suddenly, I replaced my middle finger with my already hardened penis, grinding the tip against her tender clitoris. Under this sudden attack, Yueying grabbed my arm, gritting her teeth and moaning, her whole body trembling as if in a spasm. Instantly, thick, milky-white fluid gushed from her vagina; she had reached her first orgasm.
"Little brother! Ugh... Sister is going to die... Ah... Sister... can't go on living..."
A woman's orgasm is quite exhausting. I should have let Yueying rest for a while, but I decided to strike while the iron was hot. I rolled my tongue into a long strip and then thrust it hard into her tight, warm vagina, forcefully blowing a large breath of hot air into her uterus. Yueying, who was in the throes of orgasm, could not withstand such an attack. She let out a long moan and writhed all over. The waves of honey-like fluid that surged out frequently almost sprayed all over my head and face.
It wasn't until quite a while later that Yueying recovered slightly from the shock of her climax. A rational glint returned to her eyes. Although she didn't say anything, she gently swayed her hips, making alluring and seductive gestures. One hand reached down to my crotch, grasping my long-erect penis, her eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.
"Sister, just say what you want. I've always been slow-witted; if you don't tell me, I won't understand," I teased Yueying deliberately.
"It's...it's that..." In stark contrast to her earlier boldness in offering oral sex, Yueying was now as shy as a naive girl experiencing love for the first time, unable to utter a complete sentence. Perhaps she knew this reaction would excite me even more.
"Which one?"
"It's cock! I want my little brother's cock to love me!"
The boldness that followed her shyness was incredibly alluring, especially the vulgar word "cock," coming from the mouth of a noble and dignified female senator, especially in the solemn atmosphere of the parliament. The intense sense of indecent assault was more exciting than any aphrodisiac.
My teasing was enough, but I wanted to ask one last question.
"Sister, you said I'm cool when I'm racing. Is that all? Nothing else?"
"Of course there are others. When you were little, your naughty way of bathing you was so cool; later, you said you had to bring your sister back, and even though you were so young, you were so manly, that was cool too..."
Yueying spoke softly, her eyes alluring, her hand holding my penis, her voice soft and ticklish, "And... when you were hard and waving it around to show off to your sister, that was so cool, and your sister was all wet."
In return... I picked up Yueying and, with deep affection, turned her over, making her kneel on all fours on the chairman's table. She obediently raised her full, round buttocks high, and under the stage lights, her plump mounds shone like white porcelain; the narrow, narrow cleft beneath her buttocks was fully exposed, the wet, glistening nectar making her crimson labia shimmer. It was a breathtaking sight. I gently caressed her buttocks with both hands, completely mesmerized. Before
I could make a move, Yueying glanced back with her captivating eyes, gazing at me with alluring charm, and said in a sweet voice, "Aren't you coming up..."
Under the lights, a beauty's smile was truly captivating!
"Ouch!"
Yueying let out a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowing as she gripped the edge of the wooden table tightly. Behind her, I placed my hands on her plump buttocks, thrusting my hard penis into her sensual vulva from behind.
Yueying swayed her snowy buttocks back and forth in response, her body moving rhythmically, causing her full, peach-like breasts to bounce inside her shirt. My left hand reached forward to unbutton her shirt, kneading her swaying breasts, while my right hand caressed her fair, delicate, soft, and fleshy buttocks. As I thrust forward, Yueying twisted and swayed back in response!
Even as their lower bodies engaged in lewd intercourse, tightly intertwined, Yueying's upper body remained impeccably dressed—a blue coat and a white shirt—still appearing noble and elegant. Yet, her lower body swayed her hips wantonly. This stark contrast compelled me to exert all my strength, representing all the voters of the Plantagenet Federation, to severely punish this female speaker who had defied the halls of Congress.
"Sister, is it good? This is your workplace. You weren't focused on your work, so I'm punishing you on behalf of your millions of voters."
I know Yueying's personality too well. I know she's naturally seductive, and in special circumstances, stimulated by a sense of transgression, she'll behave in a particularly wanton way, like a brightly blooming, lustful flower. Sure enough, as soon as I said that, Yueying twisted her snowy buttocks and let out a soft moan.
"Ah... punish your sister hard, but... oh... among millions of voters, your sister only accepts your punishment... only lets you do it... um..."
Saying provocative and lewd words, the mature and beautiful female senator was so excited that her limbs trembled, her lust was aroused, and her juices flowed freely. The penis pressed against her plump buttocks, making her legs go weak. From her bright red cherry lips, she frequently let out sweet cries that would drive any man in the world crazy, and the "plop! plop!" sounds of thrusting were crisp and loud.
"Oh...so good...sister feels so good...little brother is the most handsome, sister...mmm...I like being fucked to heaven by handsome little brother...ouch...oh, oh..."
In the midst of ecstasy, Yueying was overjoyed and panted rapidly: "Ah! I can't take it anymore...little brother, faster...it's so beautiful...so good...sister is about to cum again..."
In the empty parliament hall, Yueying shouted excitedly, not caring whether her lewd voices would reach the ears of others. Her smooth, snow-white body swayed back and forth rapidly, covered with glistening beads of sweat.
I smugly refused to let her plead, thrusting my penis in and out even harder. The stimulation brought wave after wave of ecstasy pushed her desire to the peak of orgasm. Her whole body was numb with pleasure, and she felt like she was dying of ecstasy. Her two tender, honeyed lips at the entrance of her flower turned in and out with the thrusting of my penis. Yueying felt so comfortable that her whole body spasmed. A large amount of hot, lustful nectar gushed out from her beautiful hole, so hot that it made me feel a tingling numbness...
Yueying's starry eyes were slightly open, and a look of satisfaction and pain appeared on her lips. After several orgasms, I noticed that her flower valley was frequently contracting, like a small mouth contracting forcefully, sucking on my penis.
I thrust rapidly, finally losing control, and cried out, "Sister...oh...so good...sister's pussy...it feels so good...I'm coming too..."
After climaxing, Yueying desperately arched her snowy buttocks, swaying them on the sacred platform, welcoming my final sprint. The moment the pleasure arrived, my whole body felt a surge of release, my ejaculation gates opened wide, and scalding semen gushed wildly into her pussy, letting her deeply feel this powerful heat.
"Oh, oh..."
Yueying breathed in a daze, lying face down on the platform; I lay on her beautiful back, the depths of her flower garden like parched land suddenly irrigated by rain, moist and warm.
"Little brother..."
"Hmm?"
"...I was too embarrassed to say it before, but...you're always at your most handsome when you're with me, hee hee."
"Hehe, yeah, the man who can make a woman orgasm is the most handsome. Sister, you look so beautiful when you smile."
I kissed Yueying's smiling eyes, pressed myself tightly against her back, and whispered tenderly as we made love, reaching the limit of our emotional connection.
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After the absurd encounter in the Parliament Hall, as I helped Yueying get dressed, she scolded me as usual for getting her skirt dirty and for unbuttoning her shirt. I naturally responded with a grin, taking the opportunity to grope her while helping her dress, pinching her full breasts or patting her round, white buttocks.
It was this playful behavior that made the dressing process take longer than it should have. We spent most of the day getting dressed, and by the time we were finally ready to leave the Parliament House, it was already late at night.
If possible, I would certainly like to spend more time with Yueying, and ideally, I would like to sleep with her fair skin in my arms for a night. That would be an extremely pleasant experience. However, in a few hours, Layman Xindeng will be going with us to the main courtyard of Cihang Jingdian to expose the bald thief Xinchan. I cannot stay out too late. In fact, I am still late, and the women at home are probably getting anxious.
"Little brother..."
With parting imminent, Yueying seemed hesitant to speak. Finally, she told me that the battle at Cihang Jingdian in a few hours might be extremely dangerous, but she had already made preparations for me and entrusted the people inside Cihang Jingdian to secretly take care of me and ensure my safety.
This statement held a hidden meaning, and it made me realize once again that throughout our struggle against the Cihang Jingdian, I had consistently overlooked the power held by Yueying.
From beginning to end, Yueying maintained connections with high-ranking figures within the Cihang Jingdian; the figure I saw in her underground palace that day was one of her secret associates. Although Yueying never explicitly stated anything, if I sought her help, I was certain I could obtain other assistance within the Cihang Jingdian.
Yueying's guarantee of my safety must mean she had already used her connections to secure a promise from a high-ranking monk at the Cihang Jingdian not to harm me, right? This was indeed a reassuring trump card, but this feeling of being protected was far from pleasant.
"Little brother, aren't you happy?"
"No, how could I be?"
I shook my head with a smile, bid farewell to Yueying, and agreed to meet again in a few hours at the main courtyard of Cihang Jingdian. When I left, Bai Qi also sent someone to deliver the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, asking me to take it back with me.
Having acquired the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, this ancient artifact possesses immense power. Just holding it in my hand, I can feel its extraordinary strength. However, what I value now is not its power or potential, but the secret it hides. If I could, I would love to open it right now, but to maintain the integrity of the seal on the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, I must wait several hours until it has been inspected by a credible witness before opening it in public. Otherwise, the Heart Zen Thief Tu will surely accuse us of switching the secret documents, making it difficult to gain anyone's trust. It
was quite late when I returned. Without disturbing anyone, I quietly returned to my room. I thought Ah Xue would be waiting in the room, but unexpectedly, besides her, Yu Hong was also sitting with her, talking.
I was pleased that the two women got along well. As I circled around the back of the house, a knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
A man? Who dared to seduce my woman at this hour? I'll castrate him!
"Is John back?"
Uh, what's this uncle doing here at this hour? In the middle of the night, instead of playing mahjong with Xin Deng Jushi, he's here looking for me. Does he have some ulterior motive?
I wanted to hear what Mao Yan'an wanted to hear from him, so I hid by the window, deliberately not entering. I heard Mao Yan'an realize I wasn't home. He seemed about to leave immediately, but then hesitated, as if something was amiss. Finally, there was a muffled "thud," as if Yu Hong had knelt down, followed by a long sigh from Mao Yan'an.
(Why does a man sigh after a woman kneels down? Is he performing oral sex? Do these adulterers think I'm dead? How annoying!)
I was furious when I heard Mao Yan'an sigh and then suddenly start rambling. He said he originally came to me to tell a story, but since I wasn't there, telling it to Yu Hong and A Xue would be the same. However, he might use the story to write a book, so he asked Yu Hong and A Xue to keep it a secret and not tell anyone else, otherwise the book wouldn't sell.
Yu Hong had no interest in listening to the story and refused, but Mao Yan'an continued talking to himself.
"Let me make this clear first, this is someone else's business, not something that happened to me."
"Uncle, that's not what we're concerned about. Tomorrow we're going to confront Master Xin, please help us!"
"This is my friend's secret. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone. Now I'm telling you, you can't tell anyone else."
Not fully understanding Mao Yan'an's character, Yu Hong didn't understand his words, but having heard similar things twice before, I was shocked and knew why Mao Yan'an had come to see me.
...On the eve of the final battle, Mao Yan'an finally decided to abandon the darkness and betray his old friend, the bald thief Xin Chan.
◆ Chapter Five: A Step into the Jianghu, Never to Return
After a long and arduous racing journey, we finally arrived at our destination, the main gate of the Cihang Jingdian Temple.
"Are you ready? Once we step in, there's no turning back."
Before entering, I said this to Yu Hong beside me. She glared at me in surprise, as if she thought that we were already here, and it was simply unacceptable to back down now.
"You need to think this through. Even if we successfully testify against Xin Chan the bald thief, will he honestly confess? It will definitely end in a fierce battle. I think Xin Jian the thief nun's stance is ambiguous. She even slapped me under the guise of official business the day before yesterday. She's probably already been bribed by Xin Chan and is on his side. With Xin Chan and Xin Jian joining forces, we're probably facing a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival."
"No matter the cost, I will have no regrets!"
Grabbing my collar, Yu Hong's expression was incredibly serious. "My greatest ambition in this life is to eradicate evil and uphold righteousness. No matter how dangerous it is, I will never back down. Right now, the source of evil is right in front of me. How can you expect me to turn a blind eye and retreat at a time like this?"
The girl's emerald green eyes sparkled, as if two green flames were burning, full of vibrant beauty that instantly captivated me, leaving me speechless. In fact, even many years later, whenever I close my eyes, Yu Hong's determined expression at that moment is as clearly visible as if it were deeply etched into my retina, unforgettable for eternity.
"I understand. I won't stop you. Be careful."
I didn't tell anyone that Yueying had already taken precautions for me and was confident of getting out unscathed. Otherwise, I would have followed the
example of Mao Yan'an, who fled at the last minute, feigning illness and coughing early in the morning, preferring to die rather than go into danger and invite trouble. Actually, I didn't understand Mao Yan'an's cowardice. The information he provided was at most only good for kicking someone when they're down, not decisive. If we didn't obtain evidence from within the Beacon Fire Universe, telling the truth would only invite ridicule. After all, the love story he told sounded like something out of a novel, but it was hard to call a crime.
Looking around, I saw my companions who had ventured into the Heart Zen stronghold with me this time.
Yu Ni, radiant with energy, spoke with the same righteous indignation as her sister. In the past, it would have truly been two young women with the spirit of martyrs shouting in unison, but now I knew that beneath that beautiful young body lay no soul. Her echoing her sister and adopting a righteous and awe-inspiring posture was merely a reflex.
The Layman of the Heart Lamp stroked his beard, his sleeves fluttering, looking like a figure from a painting. No wonder so many women were infatuated with him despite being middle-aged. However, his expression was unusually solemn now, his eyes fixed on the temple gate directly in front of him, seemingly worried about the fierce battle that would ensue later.
Ah Xue stood beside me, not uttering a word, yet gazing at me with deep affection. She held a strangely shaped, naked female magic wand, and her mysterious and sexy wizard's robes indicated she was ready for battle. Her usually swaying fox tail now hung smoothly behind her hips, her nervousness palpable.
Violet still seemed rather useless, but the leopard circled me, much more affectionate than usual. Perhaps it sensed impending doom and thought that staying with me offered a better chance of survival.
Five men and a leopard—excluding Mao Yan'an who deserted at the last minute—that was the entirety of our team's strength. Behind us followed dozens of Buddhist monks and renowned figures in the martial arts world. Further down the steps, there was a large group of noisy people whose faces I couldn't make out, collectively known as "righteous figures of the martial arts world." Their most prominent characteristics were being noisy and incompetent, loving to uphold justice in the martial arts world and stirring up trouble for no reason. Every time a demon was born in the martial arts world, they would slaughter these people to show their superior skills. Although these righteous figures of the martial arts world always suffered heavy casualties, they all possessed the vitality of cockroaches. Just when everyone thought they had been wiped out, they would emerge from every corner of the martial arts world, and in the end, they would always be able to stand on the corpse of the great demon and sing their celebrations.
These cockroach-like creatures, who fawn over the powerful and trample on the weak, possess an extraordinary tenacity that I usually keep my distance from. But today, to vanquish this great demon, I must rely on their power. A thousand accusations can lead to certain death, and as long as Xin Chan wears the mask of a hypocrite, the accusations from these cockroaches will put pressure on him. Besides, when Xin Chan turns on someone and kills, at least… these guys can act as human shields, giving us a chance to escape.
Since we exposed the evil and treacherous plot of Xin Chan to the world, the doubts and opposition within the Golden Flower Federation have grown louder and louder. When we obtained the Beacon Fire Universe Circle and declared that we would publicly open the secrets within the Universe Circle and expose the true face of Xin Chan, this wave of voices surged like a tsunami, rising higher than the sky. Not only did a large number of fence-sitters who had previously been observing turn to our side, but even those utterly boring righteous people from the martial arts world joined the denunciation team, demanding that justice be served. A huge line of people, no less than several thousand, stretched out on the mountain path leading to the main courtyard of Cihang Jingdian.
"You filthy thief, you hypocrite!"
"Xin Chan, you old thief, step down! Step down!"
"You've been deceiving us for so many years, how dare you continue to be the abbot? Shameless!"
"Xin Chan, you bald thief, you've eaten people enough!"
Such a large scene, with so many people marching up the mountain to denounce us, is undoubtedly a major crisis unprecedented in the hundreds of years of Cihang Temple. If the abbot were to fall because of this, it would be the biggest scandal in a thousand years. Therefore, the monks at the temple gate stood in two rows with serious expressions, watching our large group of people rush in.
"Ding...ding...ding..."
The resounding bell, clear and resonant, carried for miles, silencing the clamor of thousands. The profound inner power contained within the bell's sound made people's ears ring, causing them to exchange glances and change color, realizing that Cihang Jingdian was still the number one sect in the world, with countless masters in the temple. This trip was not a leisurely outing; a single misstep could cost them their lives.
"Amitabha! Everyone, in one's life, there are karmic entanglements and karmic connections."
Amidst the melodious tolling of the bell, Xin Chan appeared in the main hall. His long eyebrows drooped low, and he looked sorrowful, but his voice carried no heaviness. He looked down at us, his gaze first falling on me, then on Ah Xue, and finally fixed on his junior brother, Layman Xin Deng.
I glanced around and noticed that the key figure who could most influence the balance of power, Nun Xin Jian, was not present. It seemed that she was maintaining a neutral stance for the time being, which was somewhat reassuring.
Compared to our impressive display, Xin Chan, the bald thief, adopted a posture of utter desperation. The temple elders, in an effort to maintain impartiality, stood between us. Xin Chan sat alone on a prayer mat, the dignified head of a sect, yet only a few of his direct disciples, led by Fang Qingshu, stood guard before their master.
I remember Xin Chan had quite a few disciples; even if not a hundred, there were at least several dozen. But at this moment, only five stood guard before him. The rest, either to demonstrate impartiality or to explicitly state their unwillingness to "go with the flow," all kept their distance.
Looking up, Xin Chan's face was pale, as if he were seriously ill, while Fang Qingshu, although he had undergone healing incantations, was still wrapped in bandages, and even drew his sword with his left hand. The master and disciple looked utterly miserable
, as if they had reached the end of their rope. The highly respected abbot of Cihang Jingdian had fallen into such a state, and the crowd behind us couldn't help but gasp and shout again. I knew something was wrong and quickly stepped forward, launching into a tirade, denouncing Xin Chan as a bald, black-hearted scoundrel, ugly as a pig, and despicable as a dog, among other things. Fang Qingshu also came out to defend his master, expressing his belief in his innocence no matter what, and urging all the heroes not to be instigated by villains.
"A villain? Who's the villain? Fang, are you talking about me?"
"Can you admit it?"
"Hmph! Of course...of course not." I
've done too many bad things in the past, my record is full of misdeeds. If you were to argue that I'm not a villain, probably no one would believe you, let alone if all those old grievances were brought up. The righteous people of the underworld would probably turn against me and investigate me, the legendary Black Dragon Society spy.
I can't waste time on this topic. I decisively steered the conversation to the main point, stating that Fang Qingshu's claims that Xin Chan is innocent are empty words. However, we have solid evidence to accuse Xin Chan of murdering his master first and harming his fellow disciples to cover up his origins. Now, I ask all the heroes of the world to be the witnesses and see the evidence we present.
"Ah Xue!"
I raised the Beacon Fire Universe Ring. Its ancient, coiled dragon shape, forged from a strange metal, emitted a dazzling light that mingled with dark blue and crimson. From the moment I infused it with magical power, the light intensified, and the weapons worn by the crowd hummed, as if paying homage to this sacred artifact of creation.
I don't know how the ancestors of the Cihang Temple activated the Beacon Fire Universe Ring and sealed the secret within. However, with current technology, the seven sacred artifacts of creation are virtually indestructible, practically eternal. To activate the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, one must utilize the resonance and interaction between the seven artifacts.
I already know five of the seven great artifacts of creation: the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, the Sage's Bracelet, the Dragon Slayer Blade, the Great Sun Mirror, and the lost Sage's Staff. I have acquired three of them. Since Bai Qi sealed the Sage's Bracelet, I haven't been able to break free. If I had the power, I could activate the Beacon Fire Universe Ring through its resonance, but my personal strength is insufficient. Therefore, I must entrust the task of activating the Beacon Fire Universe Ring to Ah Xue.
During the battle against the Southern Barbarians, in an inexplicable miracle, Ah Xue assimilated the Great Sun Mirror into her body. Later, she used the Great Sun Mirror to absorb thousands of Yin spirits, becoming a top-tier necromancer of her time. While thousands of undead are formidable, the technique of activating the Great Sun Mirror to directly devour and annihilate the enemy is the true annihilating killer. Over the past year, I have frequently trained Ah Xue to try using this move. Although she cannot yet control it, she has made some progress.
When Ah Xue raised her palms and gathered her magic power, her entire body was suddenly enveloped in a bloody light. The special material of her mage's robe began to amplify and assist her magic power, making it easier for Ah Xue to concentrate and push her magic power to its peak.
"W-What's going on?"
"Why did it suddenly get dark?"
"The smell of blood is so strong!"
Powerful magic surged, forming a force field that swept out in gusts of strong wind. Everyone felt breathless and struggled to breathe. Those with weaker cultivation even lost their footing and were swept to the ground by the strong wind. When the magic reached its peak, the blood-red light condensed into a pillar, shooting straight into the sky with Ah Xue at its center.
Dozens of faint shadows appeared around the pillar of blood-red light, forming a circle. A group of little girls with bright red wings on their backs, their small bodies naked, were shrouded in the thick blood-red light. Forty-nine winged girls flapped their blood-red wings and formed three concentric circles around the pillar of blood, singing a song in unison to summon the Great Sun Mirror, which was surrounded by three circular magic arrays. The
long-absent Great Sun Mirror exuded a chilling ghostly aura, its metallic surface gleaming with a blood-stained, ferocious crimson light. Countless vengeful spirits swirled around the mirror platform, emitting sharp, mournful cries. At the same time, all the metal castings in the room, including the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, began to vibrate violently, screaming as if they would shatter iron and crack steel.
The terrifying scenes of utter devastation did not last long, because Ah Xue's magic was not enough to truly drive the Great Sun Mirror. She had already reached her limit in utilizing these prelude effects. Before the Great Sun Mirror began to absorb the surrounding objects, she could no longer hold on. Her arms suddenly trembled violently, the gathered magic collapsed, the blood-red light in the sky suddenly dissipated, the evil images disappeared, and even the dark clouds swirling in the sky dispersed.
"Ah Xue, are you alright?"
I took Ah Xue into my arms and gently asked about her condition. At the same time, I observed the movements of the enemy opposite us. I saw that Xin Chan's already pale face had become even more unsightly. Fang Qing Shu was also so shocked by this earth-shattering scene that his body trembled slightly. Perhaps he was relieved that if this move had not stopped halfway and had directly hit them, the consequences would have been extremely serious.
(Nonsense, if I could fight them, would I not? If Ah Xue could really manipulate the Great Sun Mirror, I would have wiped you all out long ago.)
Fortunately, there's more than one way to deal with enemies. When Ah Xue smiled and shook her head at me, twitching her fox ears to indicate that everything was alright, the Beacon Fire Universe Ring in her hand clicked open automatically, releasing a long-sealed wax pill.
The wax pill was quickly handed over intact to the notary. The notary group, consisting of three elders from the Cihang Jingdian Temple, three highly respected incense masters in the Golden Flower Federation, and the current president of the Golden Flower Federation, was responsible for opening the wax pill and loudly reading its contents.
"A letter to the monks of Cihang Jingdian Temple: The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. We monks cultivate ourselves day and night, seeking nothing more than to save others and ourselves. To save even one person from the sea of suffering is a great merit..."
These words, recited by the President, were the handwritten secret letter of the former abbot of Cihang Jingdian Temple. Listening to each word, I was filled with endless emotion. After so much hardship and the deaths of so many, the secret letter that Xin Chan Temple had longed to destroy was finally read aloud to the world. Once that last name was announced, Xin Chan Temple would be utterly defeated, with no chance of recovery.
(That bald thief should know this too, he couldn't possibly be unprepared. Hmm, he might make his move before the letter is even finished being read, but with so many experts here, he needs help to start a fight... Could the Black Dragon Society have already infiltrated this place? And that Black Dragon King...)
Thinking of Kurosawa Kazuo, I was greatly alarmed. I looked around but didn't see anyone who looked like a member of the Black Dragon Society, and of course, I didn't see the one-eyed, white-toothed Black Dragon King either. Just as I was filled with doubt and uncertainty, I heard the letter being read smoothly.
The contents of the letter were the same as the secret revealed by the Venerable Master Zhishan on Fengling Island. The previous abbot accepted a disciple from Ishtar. He was delighted that the disciple had admitted his mistakes and turned to the light, and was also surprised by the disciple's extraordinary talent, which surpassed even his own. The disciple was able to pass on many of the unique skills of Cihang Jingdian and carry them forward. Therefore, the abbot imparted all his knowledge to the disciple and strictly guarded this secret. However, many years later, when the previous abbot was preparing to choose a successor, he was worried that the disciple's evil thoughts were hard to tame. If the disciple were to become demonic and commit evil after his death, no one would be able to control him. Therefore, the abbot specially left behind the Beacon Fire Universe Ring and the secret letter to explain the past, so that the monks of the whole temple could join forces to kill him when necessary.
We already knew this, so it wasn't surprising to us. But for 90% of the people in the room, it was the first time they had heard of it. They were shocked to hear that there was a high-ranking monk from Ishtar in Cihang Jingdian who had also learned the superior martial arts of Cihang Jingdian. They were all in an uproar and were shocked. Thousands of eyes turned to Xinchan. Although the notary had not yet read out the name of the traitor Ishtar, everyone already knew what was going on.
"...Hereinafter, this person's Dharma name is recorded. May this secret letter never be seen by the light of day for all eternity..."
After reading the last sentence, the President prepared to read the name aloud. But as the letter was unfolded, I saw a look of astonishment appear in the eyes of all seven notaries. I immediately felt a sense of foreboding. These notaries were prepared; if the Dharma name was Xin Chan, they would not be surprised. Why were they making such expressions? Could it be that the letter contained someone else's name?
The last sect leader only had two male disciples left behind. If it wasn't Xin Chan, could it be... Xin Lamp?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind. Then, after a brief pause, I heard the President loudly proclaim the Dharma name.
"Xin Jian!"
Amidst the thunderous clamor of the crowd, I could hardly believe my ears. Nothing could be more absurd than this. Even if the notary had read out the name Xin Deng, I wouldn't have been so shocked, but… Xin Jian?
Xin Jian the Nun? How could this be?
Frankly, Xin Jian the Nun was eccentric and unsettling, often identifying people by their chests. Calling her a sorceress from Ishtar was somewhat plausible. But what did this secret letter have to do with her? Zhi Shan had clearly stated that the traitor who escaped from Ishtar was a man, and the letter also said he was a male disciple. Since he was a male disciple, he was naturally a monk or layperson—what did he have to do with a nun?
My mind was a complete mess. I turned around and saw that Ah Xue and Neon were looking at each other in horror, thrown off balance by this unexpected blow. Calming myself down was the only thing I could do, and after losing this trump card, I realized a major problem in my thinking.
Yes, that traitor from Ishtar had enough motive to kill his master and conceal his identity, but ultimately, we had no evidence to prove that the murderer of the former leader was definitely that traitor from Ishtar! Even if the secrets within the Beacon Fire Universe were revealed and the traitor from Ishtar's identity was exposed, it would only prove his origins, not that he was the mastermind.
If the name read aloud were Xin Chan, everything would be so logical that no one would question it. But when the name read aloud was Xin Jian, our wishful thinking crumbled from its very foundation.
(It's impossible! Why not Xin Chan? It must be him! So much evidence, every single one points to him! It must be him! Could it be… the notary secretly switched the confidential letter? Or Xin Chan had already switched the letter within the Feng Huo Qian Kun Circle…?)
Countless thoughts raced through my mind, but my rationality quickly dismissed them all. I had already taken precautions against all the unfavorable factors; there was absolutely no possibility of fraud. If the notary read aloud Xin Jian, then the words written on the note… It must be the Heart Sword.
If the traitor in Ishtar really is the Heart Sword Goddess…
A chill suddenly ran through me. I went back and thought about the whole thing over and over again, starting with the eavesdropping by the Southern Serpent Clan, the assassination of Ryan in Sara City, the last words of Zhishan on Sealed Spirit Island, and all the things that happened during the Grand Race. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. There were many obvious flaws that I had completely overlooked before. I had never noticed them. We might have already fallen into a big trap without realizing it.
(Could it be... the Black Dragon Society... or Xin Chan...?)
A sense of unease washed over me. I tried to find something in my companions' faces, only to see Ah Xue looking at me with a panicked and bewildered expression. Xin Deng Jushi had a gloomy face, clearly not expecting the secret contained in the letter to be like this. Yu Hong, however, wore an expression of utter grief and indignation, her eyes blazing with fury that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.
As for the large group of miscellaneous people behind us, they were buzzing with discussion, like a noisy marketplace, some saying the secret letter was problematic, others saying Xin Jian Shen Ni should give an explanation... Then someone else boasted of their foresight, claiming they had long believed Abbot Xin Chan was a highly respected and virtuous man who would never be the villain plotting to overthrow Cihang Temple.
The emotions of the crowd are the most difficult thing to manage. As these discussions progressed, I even sensed a strong sense of discontent and hostility coming directly at us from behind. Accusers without evidence are no different from rats in the street. Those scoundrels behind us, having lost face, were eager to find a way to save face. If I couldn't effectively divert their attention, I would be in serious trouble.
"Amitabha!"
In this absolutely dire predicament, a deep chant of the Buddha's name suppressed the clamor of the entire audience and saved me from the crisis. The good person who performed this righteous act was none other than Master Xin Chan, who sat upright on the meditation cushion.
It's strange, his kind face now looks like that of a truly good person, no longer like a hypocrite.
"Esteemed benefactors, you have come from afar, which must be tiring. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, please rest at the Bodhi Water Pavilion and accept our temple's hospitality to comfort you after your long journey."
After Xin Chan finished speaking loudly, he looked in our direction and smiled at Layman Xin Deng
, saying, "Junior brother, good karma and bad karma can be resolved in a single thought. Today's matter is settled like this. What do you think?" Upon hearing this question, Layman Xin Deng's face naturally turned as ugly as could be, and my jaw almost dropped. Such a huge matter could be resolved with just a few words? If Xin Chan the Bald is not extremely wicked, he must be incredibly weak and easily bullied. In other sects, after such a large-scale conflict, it would be commonplace to settle scores and sacrifice hundreds of lives, let alone be lenient. Yet he just smiles as if nothing happened.
However, the situation is clearly out of control. We have lost all our leverage. Whether we are friends or enemies with Xin Chan in the future, we need time to calm down and sort things out. It is rare that Xin Chan the Bald has gone to such lengths to let us off the hook. I was naturally overjoyed and tugged at Ah Xue's sleeve, wanting to retreat to the side.
"Shut up! Do you think you can control everything by yourself forever? You're wrong!"
The crowd was slowly making their way away when a furious shout suddenly cut through the noise. Although the voice wasn't loud, the grief and anger it contained instantly shook everyone's hearts, causing them to stop in their tracks and turn to look at the tearful, indignant girl.
"Even if the world is deceived by you for a time, the justice system is vast and inescapable. The evil deeds you have committed will not go unnoticed. Uncle-Master Xinchan, for your own wicked desires, you ruthlessly murdered your master. Don't you feel even a shred of remorse?"
At this moment, Yu Hong was more than just a martyr pursuing justice; she was like a stone statue standing alone on the seashore, facing the surging tide like a thousand horses, fearless and indifferent, coldly watching the pointing fingers of the masses. This kind of fearless courage is indeed a remarkable sentiment. Even Xinchan was moved by it, looking at his niece with worried eyes. But at this moment, I think that in addition to courage, we also need the wisdom to see through the truth.
"Ah Hong, calm down. Let's..."
I whispered in Yu Hong's ear, holding her hand, trying to pull her away from the scene. But Yu Hong shook off my hand, pointed at Xin Chan, and rebuked him righteously.
At this moment, the entire crowd was enraged by her. To make up for their previous mistakes, those who had wavered in their stance began to curse Yu Hong, telling her to stop slandering Master Xin Chan's reputation. Yu Hong's outwardly gentle but inwardly strong personality always made her stronger when faced with adversity. This kind of pressure, which could break an ordinary person, only further stimulated her resilience, making her stubbornly determined to eradicate evil.
I can't say Yu Hong did anything wrong, because no one knows better than me how much effort and pressure she put into pursuing this case, almost to the point of sacrificing everything. If we can't expose Xin Chan's mask here, all the anxiety of being hunted by the Black Dragon Society day and night for over a year, as well as her adherence to justice and ideals, will be meaningless. This is too heavy a blow for Yu Hong.
But even if Yu Hong's accusations are true, we have no evidence to support them, not to mention that I've already begun to doubt who is right and who is wrong. The distinction between good and evil has become completely blurred and chaotic. When a person can't see their own path ahead, they shouldn't be running blindly.
Yu Hong definitely wouldn't listen to these words. The ideal way to stop her would be to use the Hellish God of Lust, leveraging the absolute control between master and slave to make her faint from the pain, thus preventing her from causing trouble here. However, at this moment, Yu Hong was like a drowning person, seeing any piece of driftwood as a lifeline. Driven by this impulse, she chose to use a card that I had already declared obsolete, and my attempt to stop her was too late.
"Master Xin Chan! Eighteen years ago, when you secretly visited Ishtar, what happened? You can't possibly say you don't remember anything at all, can you?"
In my own opinion, what Mao Yan'an said last night was just his side of the story; no one could testify, and even if they did, it would be useless. However, as soon as Yu Hong uttered these words, not only did Xin Chan, who was sitting upright on the futon, change his expression drastically, but even the old monks standing in the notary's group trembled. Noticing this, a glimmer of hope rekindled in my heart.
But what I didn't expect was that after Xin Chan's expression changed drastically, contrary to his previous gentle composure, he didn't give Yu Hong a chance to speak again, and struck Yu Hong with a palm strike from afar, trying to kill her to silence her!

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