The power of the mage

At the top of the Martial Arts Certification Tower , a young man in a blue

martial

arts uniform spoke, his brows radiating arrogance. Though his tone was humble, his expression betrayed disrespect and a hint of provocation. Through his talent and diligence, he had completed the advanced martial arts training ahead of schedule, possessing strength comparable to the instructors.

He then applied to the academy to undergo a three-month trial in the monster-infested "Crimson Blood Cave" alongside an elemental mage, a holy light priest, and a pharmacist. The trial significantly improved his martial arts, though those three months were incredibly boring.

The thought of those three months filled him with resentment. He imagined himself as a dashing, imposing figure, surrounded by girls lining up with their legs spread, waiting for him to enter, and he would carefully select only the most beautiful.

The two young women, though completely concealed by their mage and priest robes, were, according to the intuition of a high-level martial artist, absolutely top-tier in terms of appearance, figure, and strength—after all, those who could enter the "Crimson Blood Cave" were all top students from various academies. But they simply ignored him. Fortunately, they were the same way with each other; were all top students this arrogant? Thinking about how arrogant he usually was, it seemed that was true.

This only strengthened his resolve to subdue the two women. He kept trying to get closer, only to be repeatedly rebuffed. The enraged young man relentlessly slaughtered monsters, his abilities improving imperceptibly. The old apothecary, besides collecting monster corpses and gathering plants from the cave, ignored the man and women.

Three months of painful experience had indeed made him grow considerably. For his honor, and for the two proud young women, only by conquering every level of the ten-story Martial Arts Certification Tower could he demonstrate his extraordinary talent and prove himself to be the best of the best.

The annual ability certification battle at Saint Lavie Academy has begun.

The ninth-level Sub-Venerable is incredibly powerful, wielding not only exquisite swordsmanship but also possessing General's Battle Aura. Although I have already cultivated King's Battle Aura, to preserve the Sub-Venerable's dignity, I suppressed my King's Battle Aura to the same frequency as General's Battle Aura. Within a hundred moves, using the "Returning Blade Technique" from the "Nine Swords Revolving Heaven" technique, I countered the blade with my sword, breaking the Sub-Venerable's General's Battle Aura and earning the title of Martial Sub-Venerable. I then ascended to the top of the tenth level to challenge the Martial Venerable.

The young man was quite confident; the Martial Venerable's strength wouldn't be much higher than the Martial Sub-Venerable, because the higher the level of martial arts cultivation, the slower the advancement. The Martial Venerable was likely a King's Battle Aura cultivator, and with my King's Battle Aura combined with the martial sword technique "Ten Thousand Swords Splitting the Heavens," my chances of victory shouldn't be too low. The Martial Venerable before me was shrouded in a black robe, wearing a cloak, head bowed, hands behind his back, slightly shorter than me. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I guessed he was a small old man.

"Student Felke Natakash requests guidance from the Venerable One."

Seeing the old man remain motionless, Felke was quite annoyed. So arrogant! He was now a martial artist with the title of Martial Venerable One; was it so difficult to even offer a word of politeness, let alone praise? He completely ignored him.

"Ahem, then this student will begin the attack. My apologies, Venerable One!"

Felke unleashed his full power of Kingly Battle Aura. The previously dim space was illuminated by Felke's golden Kingly Battle Aura. Using the countless afterimages created by his high-speed movement, he pointed his sword at the Martial Venerable One, forming a hemisphere. Suddenly, the hemisphere violently compressed towards the center. The Martial Venerable One didn't move. A beam of white light shot in from outside, heading straight for Felke's true form. Sensing the powerful battle aura approaching, Felke didn't have time to think. He spun his sword and struck the tip of the white light.

"Bang!"

The yellow light faded, and the bright space slowly darkened, returning to its previous state. Felke lay on the ground, his golden King's Battle Aura gradually dissipating. The clash had sent him flying, his aura surging wildly, shattering the energy flow that sustained his King's Battle Aura. Though dizzy, he managed to prop himself up, knowing his situation was paramount. He instinctively glanced at his body; aside from his slightly disheveled fighting uniform, nothing seemed amiss. His right hand, gripping the sword hilt, was intact. Wait, only the hilt was gone! Where was the blade? Shocked, he looked around. Suddenly, Felke sensed a powerful aura ahead, as strong as a dozen of his own fully activated King's Battle Aura combined. As Felke looked ahead, his mind went blank.

"Bai... Bai Wei Battle Aura,"

Felke cried out, a soft white aura flowing gently, like a lily budding after a rain. Indeed, exactly as described in the book "Noble - The Legendary Royal Battle Aura," this is the Baiwei Battle Aura, a power reserved only for direct descendants of the royal family of the Wagu Empire in the Eastern Continent.

Which princess is it? It's said these women are also top-tier beauties. Following the white aura, his gaze shifted to the maintainer of the battle aura, and once again, Felke's mind went blank.

"A cat... Baiwei Battle Aura, a cat... the legendary royal battle aura."

3rd

Mother Continent - Saint*Lavie Ancient Academy

Martial Arts Certification Tower, Ninth Floor.

"Calm yet exceptionally powerful. Although that student has cultivated to the King Battle Aura, in my memory, King Battle Aura is never this powerful. Moreover, King Battle Aura constantly displays a sense of intimidation, having nothing to do with calmness. So this is the battle aura of a Martial Venerable. The fluctuation frequency is dozens of times stronger than mine; it's too strong."

Martial Venerable directly felt the pressure from the tenth floor, a battle aura fluctuation he had never experienced before. Even his Venerable Master, when fully activating King Battle Aura, had never given him this feeling.

"What a pity, what a pity. This student is the most talented I've ever seen. So young, yet facing such a formidable opponent. It's inevitable that he'll be traumatized, making future advancement very difficult. Alas, such a genius."

Venerable Wu Ya muttered to himself. During their fight, although the student displayed General-level Battle Qi, he sensed that the student's cultivation was above that—King-level Battle Qi. To protect himself, the student suppressed his King-level Battle Qi and used General-level Battle Qi to fight him. Although he lost, he still felt quite fond of this student.

In an instant, the pressure from above vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint and unstable fluctuation of Battle Qi.

It must be that student. He'll comfort him when he comes down. Although he can't erase his psychological trauma, he can at least alleviate his psychological pressure.

After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, Venerable Wu Ya found it strange. Why would someone who lost stay up there? The certifiers on each floor of the Certification Tower weren't obligated to answer any martial arts-related questions from the students coming for certification. Was he unable to move? Venerable Wu Ya decided to go up and check.

During the academy's ability certification battle, apart from challenges, the certified individuals on different levels had no reason to interact with each other. Having made up his mind, Venerable Wu Ya arrived at the door. He saw a pale purple aura wall attached to the door, and the spatial barrier had not disappeared. Not daring to enter rashly, he called out loudly, "Venerable Wu Ya requests to challenge you, Venerable."

He called out four or five times, but there was no response. No matter how proud Venerable Wu was, he should at least respond. Thinking of the student's situation, Venerable Wu Ya couldn't hold back any longer. "I don't know why you don't respond to me, Venerable, but I beg you to give me a chance to challenge you. My apologies, Venerable."

He channeled his battle qi, clasped his hands together, inserted them into the barrier, and forcefully tore it open, creating a hole the size of a person. He slipped inside, stood still, bowed his head, and cupped his hands. "Please forgive my recklessness, Venerable."

There was still no response. What was wrong with Venerable Wu? He had already barged in; as the master of the top floor of the Martial Arts Certification Tower, shouldn't he be more at ease? To see what was going on, he looked up and saw the student sitting motionless on the ground, staring intently ahead, his face turned to the side. Following his gaze, he saw a small pile of glittering powder on the ground, which he couldn't identify. He looked around but didn't see anyone else.

He went to Felke's side. "Are you alright? Did the Venerable One leave? Why aren't you going down?"

Felke's mind was a complete mess, a jumbled mess. Recalling the events of moments before, he realized he was both lucky and unlucky. He'd witnessed the White Rose Battle Aura, one of the royal battle auras, but also unlucky because the master of the White Rose Battle Aura wasn't the prince of the Wagu Empire, but a pure white cat. He was shocked, then his spirit was crushed, for the cat spoke:

"Oh... a top student in the advanced martial arts class, a young master with royal battle aura, so pathetic, have you been drained by nights of pleasure? Let me tell you the truth, the Martial Venerable's opponent is me. You are unworthy, a mere underling of mine, oh ho ho ho ho... You've lost your head, lost your head, oh, I challenge you, Martial Venerable."

Its voice was like the first song of a nightingale, clear and cheerful. With that, it left a white afterimage and flew out the window.

From the moment Felke entered until the cat flew out the window, the Martial Venerable remained in the same position, head bowed, hands behind his back. Finally, it moved. Without an afterimage, without any trajectory, the Martial Venerable vanished. Felke didn't notice, nor could he have noticed, a circular badge with the character

'End' engraved on his combat uniform . "Ah, this...this...this isn't..." Startled awake by Venerable Wuya's sudden shout, Felke glanced at the person beside him. "Oh, it's you. What brings you up here?" After uttering this, he noticed Venerable Wuya's finger on his chest. He looked down again to examine his body; nothing seemed amiss, except for the circular badge on his chest. Upon closer inspection, he saw the character 'End' in the center. Page 24 of the *Saint-Lavie Ancient Badge Collection* states, "The Badge of End, held by those certified on the tenth floor of the Martial Arts Certification Tower , is circular with the character 'End' in the center . It is unadorned and possesses the common characteristic of certified badges: unless the certified person relinquishes their status, the badge will not leave them." This was the third time today, and Felke's mind went blank. ********** ... "Yuye, is the 'barrier' ready?" "Your Highness, it's ready." A beautiful young woman gave a slight curtsy to a snow cat before her. "You called me 'Miss' back in the academy. How many times have I told you? I really don't know why Grandma sent you here as a tutor. Not only is your magic terrible, but you also don't study properly. It's been two years, and you're still wasting your time in the beginner class, always running around with your drawing board, followed by a bunch of stinky men. You're still not aware of it. Is it so cool?" "I'm sorry, Your...Miss, I will study hard." Yuye lowered her head, her demeanor awkward. "Alright, Venerable One, let's enter the barrier space." Watching the black-robed man follow the cat into the barrier, Yuye breathed a sigh of relief and called out to the black barrier, "Do you think I wanted to come here? You're just a self-righteous woman with a bunch of men following you around." She then pulled out her drawing board from behind her and sat down on the ground. The surrounding demons had been watching for a long time, but because of the strong aura emanating from the barrier, they dared not approach rashly. A dazzling white light erupted from the snow cat's center. When the light faded, a young woman of about sixteen, dressed in a snow-white martial arts outfit, appeared before the Martial Venerable. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail, her bangs parted in the middle, falling to her chin. Her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her blue eyes were bright and sparkling, and below her delicate nose were red lips with a mischievous smile. She stood with one hand on her hip and her legs slightly apart. "I can't believe even a Martial Venerable like you is so careless. Do you know what kind of barrier this is? If two nobles get into a fight over a woman or something else, and it escalates into a duel, it will take place within this barrier. The only way to determine the winner is by life or death. The power of the barrier will forcibly resurrect the dead, making them the victor's lifelong slave. This is a small barrier created by the legendary sorcerer—the Master-Slave Judgment Barrier." The girl paused, then clenched her small fists, gritting her teeth as she continued, "I'll show that blind man..." "Compared to that woman, who is stronger? So, Venerable One, you must die and become my slave. The top-level certified one of the Martial Arts Certification Tower is my slave, oh ho ho ho... You've gotten carried away again. Come on, Venerable One, even if you have high-level King Battle Qi, it's nothing more than a pearl and the moon in front of my Bai Wei Battle Qi." After the girl finished speaking, she unleashed Bai Wei Battle Qi and was about to use her movement technique when suddenly, a black shadow appeared before her. She was terrified. The Martial Venerable One was already close at hand. Before she could react, she felt a tightening in her right breast, and then she felt nothing. The Martial Venerable One had retreated seven steps away. The girl slowly looked down at her chest. There was only a solitary, erect peak on her left side, while on her right side, there was a hole, a bloody hole piercing through her right breast. She felt no pain, but her reason and nerves completely collapsed. She couldn't catch her breath and collapsed to the ground. The barrier talisman drawn on the ground shone with black light, and a ball of black energy enveloped the girl's entire body, silently. "Sigh, pretending to be an old man is so tiring, finally I can relax. Hehe, such an excellent female slave, she can even turn into a cat, he'll definitely be happy, hehehe..." Amidst the echoing laughter, the Martial Venerable removed his black robe. 4 Mother Continent—Saint*Lavi Ancient Academy, near a stream in the Purple Wild Forest . "Hmm...I...where am I?" The sound of rushing water filled his ears, a few white clouds drifted in the pale blue sky, and the sun behind the clouds scattered countless golden rays. His back touched the soft grass, feeling incredibly comfortable all over, recalling the warm feeling of being in his mother's arms as a child. "Wasn't I dead?" Thinking of the bloody hole in his chest a moment ago, he subconsciously placed his hand on his right chest. "Ah!" The breasts were smooth and soft. My palm inadvertently brushed against the small nipples that were dormant on the peaks of her breasts, following the rise and fall of her breasts. My heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an electric current. The small nipples also stood erect. Although I had touched my breasts like this before when I was bathing, I had never had such a strong reaction. My face was burning, and my heart was pounding like a rabbit. I quickly removed my hand from her breasts, closed my eyes, and tried to calm the desire burning within me. "Ah, sister, come and see! His Highness's face is so red! Has His Highness come back to life?" Hearing Yu Ye's voice, I felt a surge of excitement. I opened my eyes and sat up. I saw Yu Ye, dressed in a silver-white school uniform, kneeling beside me, her hands covering her mouth, her clear eyes wide open, looking at me. "Yu Ye, I..." Before I could finish speaking, a clear and crisp voice, gentle and not cloying, greeted me from behind: "You really came back to life? That's wonderful! I didn't quite believe it at first. If you had really died, I would have had to beg my mother, which would have been quite troublesome." Why does that voice sound so familiar? It seemed like I'd heard it often before, but turning around, I was taken aback. "Ah!" A graceful figure, her glossy purplish-black hair tied in a knot, flowing from behind her snow-white neck to her left chest, her eyebrows like celestial ornaments, narrow as willow leaves, long as pine needles. Perhaps looking at her eyebrows alone might seem indecisive, but paired with her beautiful eyes below, one could truly appreciate their perfect harmony. Her delicate nose was sharply defined, straight yet not overly so. Her lips were like blood, full but not plump. Her cheeks were round and rosy. A person so distinct yet giving off an ambiguous feeling, sometimes like a kind and gentle mother, sometimes like a shy and spring-like beauty, and sometimes like a passionate and lively girl. Seeing Yu Ye and the other girl staring blankly at her, she smiled slightly and said, "I heard from Yu Ye that you are the little princess of the Wako royal family, named... um... named..." "Tenmeizuki Yanako." Yanako had already come to her senses and replied in an extremely cold tone. Then, filled with resentment, she asked, "Why did you steal my man, Qianzhi Yangyue?"

Yu Ye was surprised. Not only did the princess know her newly recognized sister, but she also seemed to be a rival in love. However, her sister Qian Zhi didn't know the princess. Although she wanted to ask, she swallowed the words she was about to say after seeing the princess's cold expression.

Qian Zhi's smile disappeared, her brows furrowed slightly, and she turned to Yu Ye and asked,

"Sister Yu Ye, can a slave speak to their master in a forceful tone?"

This confused Yu Ye. This sister not only didn't answer the princess's question but also asked her about slaves. It was strange. Although she thought this, she liked this newly recognized sister very much, so she replied,

"Sister, no slave can talk back to their master. If such a situation occurs, the slave will be severely punished by the master."

The word "slave" in Qian Zhi's words was a big blow to Yan Nai Zi. Yan Nai Zi's recovery meant that the master and slave had determined that the magical power of the barrier had made her a female slave of the Martial Venerable. Recalling the life of a royal female slave, Yan Nai Zi's face turned ashen.

“Good sister, you go back to the academy first. I still need to discipline this ill-mannered slave.”

Yu Ye looked around. Apart from the trees, flowers, and a gently flowing stream, there were only the three of them. She asked curiously,

“Sister, do you have a slave? Why can’t I see her?”

Qian Zhi pointed angrily at Yan Nai Zi on the ground and said,

“Isn’t she your master? But now, she’s my slave.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Nai Zi and Yu Ye couldn’t believe their ears. “Ah!”

“What, you don’t believe it? Yu Ye, didn’t you say that those who become slaves under the master-slave boundary are forced to carry out any order from their master? Okay, Yan Nai Zi, crawl to that tree like a dog and pee, then lick it clean yourself.”

Qian Zhi pointed to a tree three steps away and gave Yan Nai Zi her first order.

Yu Ye's eyes widened as she watched Yan Naizi roll over, changing from a sitting position to a prone one. Her high, black ponytail cascaded down her face, and her breasts swayed slightly with her movements. Her left breast, though covered by her white combat uniform, couldn't move as freely as her right. Yan Naizi actually used both hands and feet to climb to a tree as thick as a leg. She braced her left leg on the ground, slowly raising her bent right leg, tilting her body to the left, her hips aligned with the tree trunk. From her upturned buttocks to her calves, the smooth, white fabric of her pants was stained with black mud.

Yu Ye's face flushed, her heart pounding. She lightly covered her mouth with her small hand, her large, expressive eyes fixed on the juncture of Yan Naizi's thighs. Although the snow-white fabric obscured what lay beneath, and she knew what it looked like, the mystery only intensified. She felt a mixture of fear and anticipation for what was about to emerge.

Qianzhi glanced at Yan Naizi, her legs spread wide and buttocks facing her, inwardly praising the girl's good manners. She then looked at Yu Ye, still kneeling beside her, her face flushed as she stared intently at Yan Naizi's buttocks, and chuckled inwardly.

Yan Naizi's hips slightly thrust forward, without a sound. A stain appeared on the snow-white fabric, slowly fading from white to a pale yellow. As it changed color, the stain expanded, engulfing the surrounding white, until it reached the base of her left thigh, forming a clump that extended downwards.

"Sister, do you think the color of my slave girl's urine is pretty?" Qianzhi whispered in Yu Ye's ear.

"No, it's...pretty."

Yu Ye didn't know what she said or should say, but subconsciously responded to Qianzhi. Qianzhi was satisfied with Yu Ye's reaction, but didn't know what Yan Naizi's expression was. There was only a small stain on the ground, darker than the surrounding soil, most of it hanging on the inside of her pants. The tree, however, hadn't had the honor of tasting the beautiful girl's holy liquid; it remained clean.

Yan Naizi lowered her right leg, the part of her pants wet with holy fluid clinging tightly to the inside of her thighs. A rounded bulge appeared as she returned to her doggy-crawling position, her buttocks protruding at the base of her thighs, below her cleft.

"Yan Naizi, face us and lick yourself clean."

Yu Ye, hearing her sister demand that the princess lick her genitals in front of them, sobered up considerably from her initial shock and hurriedly said to Qian Zhi,

"Sister, I believe you, I believe you, please make Her Highness stop."

Yan Naizi had already crawled around, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment, her black hair swaying gently, her red lips tightly closed, her pearly teeth likely clenched tightly, her sapphire-like eyes glistening with tears. Qian Zhi, seeing Yan Naizi like this, felt a pang of pity (please bear with us, readers) and dared not let her continue her performance.

"Alright, Yan Naizi, sit down!"

What Qianzhi and Yuye didn't know was that Yan Naizi's tears weren't tears of humiliation, but tears of unquenchable, pent-up desire. Upon hearing Qianzhi's command, Yan Naizi knew exactly what to do, like a person whose feet move when they want to walk. Qianzhi was the one who wanted to walk, and Yan Naizi was that person's feet; the relationship of dominance between them was absolute.

Yan Naizi hadn't been brainwashed; she still had her own independent consciousness. Therefore, she tried to resist her body. It would have been better if she hadn't resisted; this resistance sent an unbearable itching sensation from her lower abdomen to her heart. She wanted to cry out, but then she remembered the two people behind her watching intently, so she gritted her teeth and dared not utter a sound. Only after her thoughts and actions aligned did the itching slowly subside.

When Yan Naizi heard Qianzhi wanting her to do that shameful thing in front of them, her mind rebelled again. Because the rebellion was stronger than the first time, her lower abdomen was not just itchy. Yan Naizi just wanted to spread her legs and scratch them hard. Not only that, the urge to urinate that she had just stopped was coming up in waves. She felt some kind of fluid being secreted from an unknown place in her lower abdomen. She only knew that it was accumulating more and more. The feeling in her heart was getting stranger and more and more uncomfortable. She held back her tears. Just as she was about to go down her body, Yuye saved her and Qianzhi let her go.

Yan Naizi breathed a sigh of relief, wiped away her tears, and plopped down on the spot. It seemed that fate was deliberately making things difficult for her; a palm-sized pebble was half-buried in the ground and half-protruding, and the half on the ground happened to hit Yan Naizi's bulging flesh. "No, no, ah..."

The floodgates opened, her whole body convulsed, her slender waist straightened, and the pleasure of release made Yan Naizi's body arch and swell. Her legs spread wide, and hot juices gushed out in spurts. Her close-fitting panties blocked most of the juices, which were warm and wrapped around her flesh. Because there was so much, a lot of it flowed directly from the seams and seeped through her panties. The thin layer of her outer pants, soaked with urine, clung to her genitals as if they weren't there, without affecting the two women watching this sudden change.

The same scene evoked drastically different feelings in the two women. Qianzhi's face, which was originally flushed, turned bright red. As someone who had been through similar experiences, she knew exactly what was wrong with Yan Naizi. She spat lightly, turned her face away, and muttered,

"Why did she ejaculate?"

Yuye didn't turn her face away. The sight of the princess's body twitching was beyond her comprehension. Should she use healing magic? She knew how bad her healing magic was. She looked to her sister for help, but her sister's face was turned to the side, and she didn't know why.

She turned her gaze back to Yan Naizi and suddenly noticed a small protrusion, about the size of a little finger, at the junction of Yan Naizi's lower abdomen and the bulging flesh. It was moving back and forth under her pants. Yuye couldn't resist any longer. Out of a protective instinct, she was convinced that the protrusion was the culprit. She quickly climbed between Yan Naizi's legs, stretched out her right hand, and tightly pinched the moving protrusion with her thumb and forefinger.

"Ah...no...ah...don't..."

Yan Naizi let out an even louder cry, which aroused the males in the Purple Wild Forest to want to find a hole to insert themselves on the spot, whether they were monsters living here or students who came here to train.

Qianzhi was startled by the sound and turned around to see what was going on. Yuye's fingers were pinching Yan Naizi's clitoris hard, and she looked back at Qianzhi with an innocent expression. Qianzhi understood what was happening but didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Sister, come here, she'll be fine in a bit."

Yuye obediently crawled back to Qianzhi's side, knelt down and asked,

"Sister, what's wrong with His Highness? Isn't that soft and hard little pillar-like thing a demon?"

"A demon?" Qianzhi heard Yuye's anxious question and heard that the clitoris was a "demon." She really didn't know how to answer her sister, who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. "Don't worry, sister, my slave girl will be fine. Look, she's stopped!"

Yan Naizi was already lying on the ground, panting heavily. The white peak on the right side of her chest was not a spot of crimson but a section of crimson. The erect little nipple stood proudly in the middle of the red areola. The flesh on her lower abdomen was stuck together with the yellow, white and black pants.

Qianzhi dodged and returned to her original spot, tossing a black robe to Yuye. "Sister, help her take off her martial arts uniform, help her to the stream to wash up, and then change into this black robe. The martial arts uniform is no longer suitable; we'll talk about it when we get back to the academy's residence."

"Sister, isn't this the Martial Venerable's black robe? How did it end up with you? Could it be..."

"Sister, hurry up, hurry up! You're going to kill your sister! Ouch... ouch..."

"Sister, what's wrong with you? You..."

"Gurgle... gurgle..." A rumbling sound came from Qianzhi's stomach. A sharp rap landed on Yu Ye's forehead. "Are you going to watch your sister starve to death? Let's talk while we eat at the academy, hurry up!"

"Hehehe, yes, sister, hehe...hehe..."

Half-conscious, Yan Naizi was half-carried by Yu Ye towards the stream. Watching their retreating figures, Qian Zhi smiled and said,

"Finally, I have sisters to keep me company. Lei'er, me, and the two of them—only four of us. Seems not enough, hmm...we'll talk about it later! Ah, I'm so hungry!"

[The End]

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