【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 13-15 Author: Nongyu

【The Alibuda Era of Sacrifice】
Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: Cackling Cackling

Lately, there have been many uninvited guests. Not only did Phoenix inexplicably visit, but even Fang Qingshu, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, appeared without my knowledge.

Fang Qingshu isn't a bad person. By 99% of the world's standards, he's the most worthy mentor and friend. But if I had a choice, I would hope never to see such a person again, especially while I'm on the run as a wanted fugitive.

"Long time no see, friend. May I come in and find a seat? It seems strange to talk standing at the door." "

...The esteemed Master Fang, the young master Fang, whose acquaintance is sought after by countless people in the Golden Sparrow Federation, to actually address me as a friend is truly an honor. If I were to block Master Fang at the door, the females of the Golden Sparrow Federation would probably consider me a kill target. Please come in, please sit, please make yourself at home."

Ignoring the sarcasm in my tone, Fang Qingshu entered the room with a smile. After a considerable period, upon meeting again, Fang Qingshu's charm was even greater than before. His heroic and handsome appearance, and elegant and appropriate attire, were enough to steal everyone's attention. Although he carried no sword, every step he took exuded the so-called "master's aura," and his more mature and composed, piercing eyes radiated an imposing presence—he was flawless from every angle. I think if there were a poll in the Golden Sparrow Federation for the man who most arouses women's fantasies, he would probably be number one.

"Junior Sister Yu Ni, it's been a long time." Fang

Qingshu noticed Yu Ni and greeted her, his eyes like swords hidden in their sheaths, piercing her and trying to gauge her true condition.

If I, as her trainer, were to conclude, Yu Ni's cheerful and sunny image was merely a carefully crafted illusion. In essence, still affected by the Evil Lotus Blood Curse, she wasn't a woman, but a wild female beast with exceptionally sharp reflexes. When Fang Qingshu's gaze swept over her, sensing danger, Yu Ni immediately reacted, like a provoked female cat, her entire body tensing, claws curling inward, instantly entering a battle-ready state.

Not wanting the situation to spiral out of control, I coughed lightly, my fingers gently stroking the back of Yu Ni's neck, like caressing a female cat's back, gently kneading her delicate, smooth skin. For Yu Ni, this action was the supreme command I had set long ago, instantly relaxing her tense body, which was poised to pounce. She leaned softly against me, becoming incredibly docile and languid, her charming posture completely concealing the murderous intent she had just displayed. Yu Ni's pink and fragrant body, after her bath, was only covered by a thin silk shirt, the long hem of which covered her shapely buttocks, revealing glimpses of her slender curves. Her smooth breasts and slender waist exuded a fiery and sexy charm, especially her long, smooth, and flawless legs, which made one want to gently lift them and slowly caress and play with them.

Fang Qingshu stared intently at Yu Ni's naked body, as if greedily indulging in a feast for the eyes, but his eyes were as clear as if he were looking at a piece of rotten wood, trying to discern Yu Ni's condition. If his sword-like gaze hadn't been so sharp, I would have definitely suspected that he was gay.

After observing Yu Ni for a while, Fang Qingshu seemed unable to discern anything amiss. His already smiling face softened further as he spoke to us with a smile.

"...We heard that Junior Sister Yu Ni was ill and wandering the martial world alone. Uncle Xin Deng and Junior Sister Yu Hong were worried about her day and night, but now it seems that Junior Sister Yu Ni is doing well, so they can rest assured."

"Fang, enough with the small talk. You came here alone in the middle of the night; you couldn't have just come to visit her, could you?"

"Fang?"

Perhaps he had never been called that before, and a strange expression appeared on Fang Qingshu's face. But I didn't give him a chance to think and continued to press my advantage.

"Do you prefer to hear me call you Fang Qingshu? Master Fang?"

"No, that's not good, but Fangzi..."

"An uninvited guest in the middle of the night is never a good thing, but you didn't even bring a sword, which is obviously to show your sincerity and avoid a physical conflict. Since you have no intention of fighting, why shouldn't I take advantage of this opportunity to gain some verbal advantage?"

A scholar encountering a soldier—reason is useless; I think that's probably how Fang Qingshu felt at this moment. This young hero, who roamed the martial world unchallenged, probably rarely encountered such a feeling of being openly outmaneuvered. However, just as I predicted, having come to defuse the conflict, he wouldn't be angry about these trivial matters. On the contrary, he was pleased that I could see through his intentions; after all, talking to a smart person saves everyone a lot of trouble.

"Master Ku's matter has nothing to do with us... Of course, we can't say it's completely unrelated, but ultimately, we weren't the ones who killed him."

"I believe so too, because based on our experience in the Southern Barbarian lands, you are a very self-controlled person who understands the practical implications. This is the Golden Finch Federation; given your personality, you would never have formed a deadly feud with the Cihang Jingdian here. So, with you present, neither you nor Junior Sister Yu Ni could be the murderer."

This is the advantage of talking to a smart person; they get straight to the point, saving us time from guessing. Moreover, Fang Qingshu also told us an important piece of information: Master Ku is not dead!

"Actually, Master Ku's return that day, severely injured, was indeed extremely dangerous. He almost died because of it, but luckily... um, there was a master from the Divine Palace in that branch academy who saved Master Ku's life. After my master and the Arhats discussed it, they decided to conceal Master Ku's news for now and spread the news of his death to the outside world. This would make the murderer think they had succeeded and wouldn't try to ambush him again..." "

And also force out the rats hiding in the shadows, right? Damn it, the Cihang Jingdian is truly a bunch of insidious thieves, they don't even spare innocent and kind commoners like us."

Perhaps because this sentence was too amusing, Fang Qingshu and Yu Ni burst into laughter. Yu Ni even poked my shoulder lightly with her finger and asked with a smile if I counted as an innocent commoner.

They really have no discipline. If it were Ah Xue, she definitely wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous, at most... she would just secretly laugh.

"Fang, since Master Ku isn't dead, we're innocent. We've been very busy lately, could you please withdraw the warrants? Don't let those lowly monks and bounty hunters follow us like stalkers."

"John, you yourself said it, you're not entirely without responsibility for Master Ku's situation. Besides, the case of Grandmaster Zhishan's murder is still unresolved, and we need you to clarify things. My master and I believe you were framed by the Black Dragon Society. If you don't want to be chased for the rest of your life, you should cooperate with us to fight back against the Black Dragon Society's slander. This is your best chance."

"Is this a threat? Heh heh, I…? Wait, you just said you and your master? Master Xinchan sent you?"

I was utterly shocked. If Fang Qingshu had already contacted Xinchan, then Xinchan, that bald thief, would definitely know where we were staying. Given Xinchan's ruthless speed in silencing witnesses, assassins would likely be knocking on our door soon.

Would Fang Qingshu collude with Xinchan? Impossible! Although Fang Qingshu and I are not on the same wavelength, his inherently conservative nature makes it impossible for him to be a bad person. Xin Chan can at most exploit his integrity and trust, but to pull him into a plot for power is absolutely impossible. So… damn, could Xin Chan be planning to get rid of me along with him?

"John, what's wrong? You don't look well. Is something the matter?"

"Fang, have you heard any rumors about your teacher? For example, that he actually…"

Fang Qingshu's expression changed slightly. I knew I hadn't asked the wrong question, but he frankly told us that he had indeed heard rumors recently, saying that his mentor was secretly organizing the Jingnian Chan Society and even intended to use it as an opportunity to seize power against the Black Dragon Society. However, having studied under Xin Chan for many years, he knew his mentor so well that he could absolutely guarantee with his life that his mentor was a compassionate and virtuous monk, and these rumors had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"...But despite my assurances, John, your eyes... don't seem to accept them."

"Such a standard official promise, do you think I can trust it?"

Things in this world can't be determined simply by a question of belief. I was certain Fang Qingshu wasn't a bad person, and I trusted he wouldn't lie to me, but what if he was a fool, unable to judge people, and made guarantees for bad people? Wouldn't I be implicated as well?

Trusting his sincerity but not his abilities—this was a reasonable suspicion for the Farrell family. I've seen many people before who, for a single sentence... I've seen many people risk their lives for a single question, "Would I really harm you?", only to be betrayed in the end. Because of these experiences, I'm especially cautious. Besides… everything I've learned from the Southern Barbarians to the East Sea tells me that this bald thief Xin Chan is highly suspicious.

But regardless of Xin Chan's character, Fang Qingshu is skilled in martial arts and has a wide network of connections. If I can make good use of him, wouldn't that be an extra layer of protection? Thinking of this, I smiled and deliberately chatted with Fang Qingshu about random things, silently calculating the time. When the number in my mind reached two thousand, a barely audible whooshing sound rang out, and I almost laughed out loud.

"Watch out!"

Fang Qingshu's expression changed, his movements incredibly fast, but Yu Ni's reaction was even faster. Ignoring the risk of revealing her private parts, Yu Ni pulled me to the side, covering me with her own body to shield me from future dangers. Then came a series of intense clashes of energy. Fang Qingshu, unarmed, tore off a tablecloth in front of him and wielded it like a flexible rope, deflecting the explosive arrows fired from a powerful crossbow outside. To avoid injuring innocent bystanders with the force of the explosions, he had to control each strike precisely, using his internal energy to sever the connection between the arrowhead and the shaft. His skill was truly remarkable.

I thank God for this extraordinary protective charm, thank God for making the assassins sent by the bald-headed Xin Chan so impatient, and thank God for His creation, allowing me, in such a perilous situation, to still be able to hold such a beautiful and charming woman, rolling around with her long, pink legs between my arms to dodge arrows, while simultaneously caressing her round, beautiful buttocks.

After leaving the East Sea, I wanted Ah Xue to accumulate more combat experience and get more blood of the dead on her hands, which would be extremely beneficial for her black magic training. So, during battles, I would pull Yu Ni aside, ignoring the dangers of the battlefield, and hide with her in the shadows, secretly watching Ah Xue's fights and also caressing her healthy and beautiful body. After Ah Xue dealt with the enemies, Yu Ni would often have a small climax, leaving a large wet patch on her hot pants covering her round buttocks.

After a long period of training, Yu Ni's reactions were very quick at this point. As soon as my hand slipped inside her shirt and touched her round, beautiful buttocks, her hands wrapped around my neck, and she threw herself into my arms. Her delicate, snowy breasts pressed against my chest through the silk shirt, bringing an infinitely wonderful and fiery sensation.

"Wow! What's going on? It's a hail of bullets!"

Mao Yan'an's exclamation came from afar. The commotion here finally caught his attention, but judging from the sound, Ah Xue had already met up with him and Greenie, so she was safe. Besides, the enemy's main target was to kill me to silence me! They weren't the main focus, so the attack pressure shouldn't be too heavy.

Fang Qingshu, as expected of the top expert among the younger generation, wielded his soft rope with lightning speed, deflecting and smashing magic crossbow bolts, instantly blocking at least a hundred enemy arrows and severely damaging their morale. These magic crossbow bolts were expensive weapons, not cheap on the black market. This round of brute force was ineffective, so the enemy had to take matters into their own hands. Under the moonlight, several dark figures could be vaguely seen flashing at high speed, rushing towards them from all directions.

However, the enemy came fast, but our side moved even faster. A flash of white light, and Fang Qingshu suddenly leaped up, taking the initiative to meet the assassins. His speed was much faster than the assassins', and he instantly blocked their path. The soft rope, straining with force, burst forth with sword energy, spraying blood and causing corpses to roll to the ground.

"John, I...can I..."

I glanced at Yu Ni, whose beautiful face was full of eager anticipation. Her hands were clenched tightly, the series of killing scenes stimulating the primal lust beneath her "rational personality." If I didn't let her go out and fight for a while, it would have adverse effects on her physiology.

"Okay, go ahead. Don't use your half-beast form, be careful of enemy surprise attacks."

"We haven't...when we get back, you have to let me lick you properly."

Before Yu Ni flapped her wings and flew away, she leaned in and kissed me. Her boyishly handsome face, yet with a soft, alluring gaze, instantly radiated a strange and captivating charm that made me feel burning hot, almost unable to control my lustful reaction.

Sigh, this reaction is really terrible. In some ways, it's even worse than a large-scale assassin attack. If

Yu Ni and I keep doing this, will we step into that circle and become gay?

(Don't worry! At least I haven't reacted as much as Fang Qingshu or that old man. It proves I'm still a real man!)

After a brief distraction, I returned my attention to the battlefield. There were probably eight or nine assassins, but we had three strong fighters on our side—two to fight and one to protect the weak—which was more than enough. Among the enemies were many excellent martial artists, but their assassination formation was different from daytime combat. They didn't have mages to assist them; they were all martial arts experts. Although their strength was not bad, how could they be a match for Yu Ni and Fang Qingshu? They were quickly beaten to a pulp. If it weren't for our intention to leave them alive for interrogation, they wouldn't have survived until now.

(Things are a bit strange. Is Xin Chan, that villain, really that stupid? The assassin's skills are limited, and he's foolish enough to act before Fang Qingshu left. That would definitely alert the enemy. How could such a stupid villain hold onto the throne of the Bald Thief King for so long?)

I never underestimate any enemy and always remain vigilant. Therefore, I can always calmly and rationally perceive the danger my companions face. For example, this time, when I began to doubt the enemy's strength, the possible strategy that came to mind was to launch a surprise attack the moment we captured the enemy alive.

At the same time, Yu Ni and Fang Qingshu each attacked an enemy, fiercely unleashing sword energy to seal the enemy's head. I suddenly sensed something was wrong, snapped my knuckles, and gave Yu Ni the order.

During my training, I gave Yu Ni quite a few secret signals. When Yu Ni heard my command to snap her fingers, her previously calm and collected eyes suddenly turned mournful and malevolent, her killing intent surging. Her soft, jade-like hand sprouted sharp claws from her five fingers, gleaming with light, and she viciously slashed across the enemy's throat, blood spraying wildly into the night sky.

"Ah..."

The enemy seemed not to have expected Yu Ni's sudden ruthlessness. His dying scream was so unwilling and so deafening, revealing his true, hidden abilities. The surprise attack he had planned was rendered useless by his severed throat and death. But I still clearly saw the masked assassin's body twist and contort in an instant, writhing and contorting like a worm, as a spike pierced out from an unbelievable angle.

The cone is a bloodletting spike used by assassins. If the person hadn't already died and the outstretched hand had dropped halfway, Yu Ni would likely have been struck in the abdomen by the cone, suffering a serious injury. This is indeed a skill that a professional should possess. However, this technique of contorting flesh is not a skill that ordinary assassins know. Apart from those humanoid demonic creatures, there should only be…

My suspicions were confirmed. The assassin Fang Qingshu was about to capture suddenly launched an attack. As Fang Qingshu closed in, the assassin spewed a burst of flames from its mouth, the scorching blue flames containing poisoned needles. This two-stage surprise attack was indeed difficult for ordinary people to defend against. However, Fang Qingshu had received a warning from Yu Ni. He unfurled his rope, and suddenly a peaceful Buddhist light shone throughout the world, extinguishing the poisonous fire and encasing all the poisoned needles within the rope.

More than a dozen darts came from all directions. The special willow-leaf shuriken came from only one place, but there was still the possibility of framing... Until these seemingly random shuriken landed on the ground, forming a magic array barrier. Instantly, a thick fog obscured Fang Qingshu's figure, and some mesmerizing beast roars could be faintly heard. The unique water-based spell was the irreplaceable best proof.

The Black Dragon King's ninja army!

This renowned dark force, with its outstanding achievements in assassination, espionage, and underground operations over the years, has become a formidable force on the Yellow Earth Continent. Now, it has brazenly appeared in the Golden Flower Federation; even I, in my wildest imagination,

never anticipated their audacity. Fortunately, water-based magic and ninjutsu are known for their unpredictability. Since our side was prepared, these second-rate killing formations were largely ineffective. In the instant the shurikens flew, a dozen bat-like corpse worms descended from the sky. The ninja's stealth techniques were rendered useless by them, allowing these dark beasts to directly attack and break their spells.

Simultaneously, sharp sword energy burst forth, along with the poison needles previously bound by soft ropes, tearing through the mist and severely injuring the Chunin who cast the spell, proving the prowess of the Yellow Earth Continent's foremost young swordsman. The black magic and the light swordsmen joined forces to utterly defeat the Black Dragon Society's ninja army. With the combined efforts of Ah Xue, Fang Qingshu, and Yu Ni, these ninja soldiers, having lost any chance of escape, had only one thing to do: silence themselves.

The ninja soldiers appeared and disappeared without a trace, and so did their self-destruction. Whether they used ninjutsu or had explosives hidden inside their bodies, one by one they either exploded on the spot, shattering into pieces, or dissolved rapidly like clay figurines in a flood. In just a few breaths, the entire group of assassins vanished, as if they had never been there.

"John, I apologize to you all. I never expected things to turn out this way. Tonight..."

"No problem, Fang. I'll forget about investigating why the assassins followed us. Please be on your guard and don't think our small group of trackers is dangerous. Don't be nervous about our strength."

"Oh, I didn't..."

"A good boy shouldn't lie. Your eyes..."

Basically, it was a very successful private meeting. Although Fang Qingshu still firmly believed in his mentor's innocence, he promised to give us an explanation, explaining why the Black Dragon Society's ninja army was able to infiltrate the Golden Finch Federation and follow him to assassinate us. He also promised not to report our whereabouts to Xin Chan for the time being.

Besides, Fang Qingshu also thought our current escape wasn't safe, so he found us a new hiding place. Judging from the name, it seemed to be a nunnery from the Cihang Jingdian Temple, conducting a mobile medical tour. Hiding with them and traveling with them would not only prevent us from being discovered, but also allow us to safely move to major cities, ensuring freedom of movement—much safer than our current situation.

Life on the run wasn't easy; there was always someone relentlessly pursuing us, and we were constantly on edge. But with the help of a large, powerful organization, it was a different story.

Before leaving, Fang Qingshu glanced at A Xue, his eyes filled with doubt, as if he had something he couldn't say. A Xue didn't notice this subtle look, but it didn't escape my notice.

Was Fang Qingshu trying to seduce my lover? Of course not. This fine young man, while not exactly a righteous fool, was…sigh, a youth raised under religious education is truly pathetic.

Master Ku is not dead, and some news may have leaked out. Fang Qingshu's hesitant expression was strikingly similar to Master Ku's horrified look when he saw Ah Xue. Perhaps I should try to find out Tianhe Xueqiong's background from him.

Regarding "trusting Fang Qingshu," I personally have reservations. Undoubtedly, Fang Qingshu is trustworthy and values morality, but if faced with pressure from "righteousness and justification," he might readily betray even family. If he can betray family, how much more so friends? I don't trust anyone trained by that bald monk from Cihang Jingdian. However, I do need some opportunities to contact Yueying and establish communication; otherwise, given my current state, taking open action would be very problematic.

"For this reason, even if we maintain contact with Fang Qingshu and might continue to be tracked and targeted by Xin Chan, I'm willing to take the risk.

" "Ah Xue, when you attacked those people, did you release the tracking corpse worms?" "Yes, but all those ninjas were dead, making them impossible to track."

"Hmm, their loyalty is beyond doubt, and the water-based magic they used is correct. It seems they really are the Black Dragon Society's ninja army, not imposters."

After confirming again, I realized with frustration that the Black Dragon Society had indeed infiltrated the Golden Finch Federation, and their purpose was almost certainly related to this grand race. Although things have developed to this point, I have formed an irreparable deep-seated hatred with the Black Dragon Society, but after the trip to the East Sea, to be honest, if I had the chance, I really wouldn't want to be enemies with the Black Dragon Society. After all, I have no reason to be their enemy. I've tried to avoid them for over a year, but I never expected to have to face them head-on here.

"A senior once said, 'When you're out having fun, you'd better save your money first...' No, I mean, 'What goes around comes around.' The Black Dragon Society has been around long enough. This time they've run into me, and I'll make them spit out everything they owe me. Tomorrow I'll go check the racing data... Uncle, I meant the Black Dragon Society, not you. What the hell are you spitting out?"

"Ugh... There was a ninja raid earlier. I was drawing in the toilet when some guy broke down the wall, stepped on my head, and I was pushed into the toilet and flushed... Thinking about it now, I feel a bit nauseous... Oh, ugh..."

"Wait, I've heard of great writers finding inspiration in toilets, but why are you drawing in the toilet?"

"...Because Xue Yatou was taking Charlotte to bathe in the bathroom next door, hehehehe..."

Even her laughter was so lewd and wicked. I didn't need to explain further; I simply acted on behalf of heaven, eliminating evil and kicking the lewd middle-aged man who was peeping at innocent women to the ground. Violet, who had been waiting nearby, pounced on him, and then...

there was a melodious wail.

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The Black Dragon Society's dispatch of ninja troops into the Golden Finch Federation indicates their concern for the situation here. Although I don't know how they reached an agreement with Xin Chan to secretly join forces, all fingers are pointing at this Level 1 Grand Prix. I need to make more preparations and gain a deeper understanding in order to have a chance to profit from it.

Previously, I could only rely on the information from the Trackers Guild to watch match records. After being wanted and on the run, obtaining information became inconvenient. Now, all this work has been left to Fang Qingshu. He doesn't need to collect anything himself; he just needs to give me a copy of the materials he studies every day. After all, he's a favorite in this competition, favored by all sides, and is going all out to win. It's impossible for him not to study his opponents' information.

(Damn, as expected of the cheerful young man who provides the information, he actually knows it best in his own words. Is he afraid I'll think he's deliberately keeping it to himself? Hehehe... Sigh, why am I laughing so slyly?)

Besides gathering intelligence, the thing that currently attracts my attention the most is that group of pretty nuns who are always hanging around in front of me.

The Golden Flower Federation has numerous specialized academies for monks and nuns. Because the combination of light magic and medicine effectively increases the cure rate, the nuns of the Cihang Jingdian Temple are a major source of medical personnel for the Golden Flower Federation. Every year, a large number of young girls, either ordained or practicing while still keeping their hair, enter Zen schools to study theology, Zen, medicine, and light magic. Upon completion of their studies, according to their initial vows, they must undergo a considerable period of practical training.

The tasks are varied. Lay disciples or monks like Fang Qingshu might be assigned to physically demanding tasks, such as building bridges and roads, or even fighting monsters as part of their martial monk training. However, aside from a few sword nuns assigned to special units, ordinary nuns perform medical care, provide free medical consultations, and are assigned delicate tasks such as caring for the elderly, women, children, pets, and helping old ladies cross the street.

Fang Qingshu, as the head disciple of the Cihang Jingdian sect, wielded immense power and influence, which enabled him to arrange for us men and women to blend into the group of nuns for concealment. From what I understood, these young nuns, around sixteen or seventeen years old, had just graduated this year from various academies and were assigned to this group to assist two more senior nuns on their medical mission.

Due to the precepts, these nuns were dressed strictly, their bodies almost entirely covered from head to toe—headscarves, gloves, shoes, and socks—truly like being wrapped in thick blankets. But Mao Yan'an and I were not ordinary people; even from the fleeting scents we caught as we brushed past them, and the way their slender waists swayed beneath their wide robes, we could deduce the smooth, tender bodies beneath their grey garments… like

beautiful flesh about to ripen, already exuding an alluring fragrance, beckoning to Mao Yan'an and me, so that each time our eyes met, we saw the same smile in each other's eyes.

*Cackling sounds*
◆ Chapter Two: Ingratitude

People in the martial arts world live a life of constant danger and place great importance on luck. Most believe that encountering a nun is tantamount to bad luck.

This might be a saying deliberately created by our ancestors to protect their chastity and safety, but it has been passed down to the present day, and I think nine out of ten martial arts practitioners believe it, including myself.

Using a group of nuns to conceal our whereabouts is undeniably unlucky, but some of us don't think so. Yu Ni originally came from a Buddhist sect and has made a name for herself over the years, her reputation as a chivalrous figure spreading far and wide. The young nuns idolize her as their senior sister, chirping around her like sparrows. I'm curious, however, what kind of gaze does Yu Ni use when looking at these pure young girls who haven't yet been exposed to the turbidities of the world?

Compared to Yu Ni, Ah Xue was much simpler. She always liked her companions, and this time it was a group of pure and lively young girls who got along well with her sincere personality. She could participate in activities with them, and Ah Xue was probably the happiest person among us.

However, from my own observation, there seemed to be some undercurrents beneath the surface of harmony. Those young nuns, regardless of their social status, always seemed to have a slight distance from Ah Xue. Whenever I saw them together, I always felt they weren't a group of people, but rather a group of people with an animal.

This wasn't surprising; in their eyes, Ah Xue was a half-orc. This wasn't the southern frontier; humans didn't consider orcs to be equals. If it were elegant elves, there would be some misunderstanding, but dwarves and orcs were generally objects of discrimination, even among the people of the Golden Flower Federation.

"Troublesome girl, this is the human world. If you don't realize this sooner, you'll have a lot of pain later..."

I observed all this with a cold eye, offering no advice. Some things can't always be taught by the master; the disciple must understand them on their own.

Unlike Yu Ni and A Xue, neither Mao Yan'an nor I are the type to stay put. We certainly don't have the patience to hide in our rooms all day studying documents, so we use makeup to disguise ourselves.

Yu Ni is an expert in concealment and has her own set of disguise techniques. Mao Yan'an is also a seasoned veteran, and possesses an exceptionally skillful hand at painting. He once painted a human skin mask from a pigskin right in front of us. In the past, when we traveled all over the country,

these two were responsible for assisting with disguises and makeup. However, this time when I said I wanted to go for a walk, Mao Yan'an brazenly went out in his true form without any restraint, which greatly surprised me.

"Uncle, why are you so fearless? Aren't you afraid of getting kicked into the latrine again?"

"Ha, those are Black Dragon King's assassins. They only come out at night. It's broad daylight outside now, so I'm not afraid."

"But we're currently wanted by the authorities. Aren't you afraid..."

"Our entire team is wanted. Do you remember the list we gave to the Trackers Guild?"

To obtain resources from the Trackers Guild and use their intelligence and personnel, we had to officially register our team and personnel with the guild. The list we submitted included me, Yu Ni, Mao Yan'an, and A Xue. Violet was registered as a mount. Among them, Yu Ni and I used our real names,

while A Xue registered... her current name. As for Mao Yan'an, he said that the name of a weak scholar wasn't impressive enough, so to be more intimidating, the name he registered was something like...

"Damn... Master Ou Lun. Did you know this day would come?"

"Nephew, you've always been of good character. If you didn't gamble and whore one day, you'd be committing adultery, arson, and murder the next. Being wanted by the police was only a matter of time. It's only right to be prepared."

In this respect, perhaps the wisdom of middle-aged people has truly prevailed. I had nothing to say and was too lazy to say more. I went with the uncle to the most famous restaurant in town to enjoy authentic fresh fish dishes. The

Burmese dragonfish had long been famous. An adult Burmese dragonfish can reach two meters in length, a huge size, with silvery-white skin and sharp spines protruding around its dorsal fin, making it awe-inspiring. Burmese lobster has tough flesh that becomes rubbery after cooking, making it extremely difficult to chew and eat. Moreover, it contains a potent toxin; every inch of its flesh is poisonous. Fishermen often die from cuts sustained while fishing. No matter how you look at it, it's hard to imagine it being served at the table.

However, this highly poisonous fish can be transformed into a delicacy by skilled chefs. They boil the poisonous flesh and organs into a broth, adding special herbs and spices. After six hours of simmering, the toxins are completely removed, and the broth is elevated to an incredibly delicious flavor. The essence of the entire fish is sealed in the broth. The tasteless, rubbery flesh is discarded; only the steaming hot fish soup is served to the guests.

Mao Yan'an and I waited on empty stomachs. When the bowl of fish soup was placed in front of us, the creamy white broth in the blue-and-white porcelain bowl had a rich aroma that made our mouths water. The taste buds were instantly stimulated by the deliciousness, which was like swallowing the essence of the ocean. The flavor flowed from our throats to our limbs and bones until the bowl of soup was finished, leaving a lingering fragrance in our mouths. The whole process of enjoying the delicious food was like a pleasant and complete climax.

"Nephew, not bad, right? Your uncle has traveled all over the country for years, and the restaurants and eateries he recommends are truly top-notch."

"Hmm, it's certainly a supreme experience, but this dish must be expensive, right? Tell me honestly, how much did it cost? If the answer is too high, you can prepare to collect the restaurant owner's corpse later, and maybe even take yourself in with you."

"Relax, it's on me, eat whatever you want."

Mao Yan'an displayed rare generosity. In fact, besides being a traveling painter, he was also a wandering writer. He'd heard that his latest work was a bestseller in the north, and he'd just received his royalties, so he had money to treat people to dinner.

"The publisher is really heartless… The receipt arrived almost two weeks ago, and they still haven't paid the 200,000… Luckily it finally came today, otherwise…"

As the wine flowed and the atmosphere warmed, I overheard the older man muttering to himself, seemingly complaining about something. He must have his own stories of joy and sorrow. Every profession has its hardships, and this unconventional middle-aged man paints, writes, and spends his days treasure hunting with us—essentially juggling multiple roles. I truly don't know how he manages to balance all of them.

However, after a period of relaxation, we moved on to more serious topics, exchanging opinions and discussing the behind-the-scenes machinations surrounding this Level 1 Formula One race. But amidst these major discussions, Mao Yan'an reminded me to pay attention to the little things around me, such as… women.

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what you heard. Are there many women around you? As your master, have you noticed what Xue'er has been doing lately?"

"Isn't she just being bossed around by those little nuns, used as a diligent maid? Sweeping, wiping windows, serving medicine, brewing medicine, she seems to enjoy it so much. She was born to be bossed around."

"You can't just look at half a thing. Xue'er is indeed happy at work, but it seems she's learning something from those little nuns."

"What can a dignified Dark Archmage learn from those little nuns who only have rudimentary skills?"

"She's learning prayer, basic purification, concentration, and so on. They're all basic things in Light Magic. Those little girls are perfect teachers. Is this... like rising above the mud unsullied?"

I can imagine my expression wasn't pleasant. Even though she had become a Dark Archmage, Xue'er still yearned for the light and hadn't given up on the idea of rising from the depths of darkness. Or perhaps, she didn't even think about it, simply acting on her instincts.

But the unchanging laws of magic would become her greatest obstacle; darkness and light are incompatible, and any struggle she attempted would ultimately return as pain. Back in the Southern Barbarian lands, Phoenix had already cast a dark curse on Xue, causing her body to reject the sacred baptism she was about to undergo, experiencing excruciating pain akin to being slowly torn apart. Now, the resentment and dark magic within her far surpassed that, making the rejection reaction even more intense, and the pain a hundredfold greater.

(Hmm, it was Phoenix who stabilized Xue's constitution back then. This is the Golden Flower Federation, Xue's homeland; things are dangerous and unpredictable here. It seems I should ask Phoenix...)

As I pondered this, the guests at the next table began a lively discussion about the hardships of long-distance trade, catching my attention. They told me about a merchant ship that recently sailed overseas, only to be robbed of everything upon landing by pirates. The pirates not only robbed the merchants but also tore off half their clothes, forcing them to return to their ship in utter disarray. They were then forced to sail again, enduring a long and arduous journey at sea, even encountering pirates and being forced into slavery. It was only after a considerable period that the pirates were finally wiped out, allowing them to return home.

"So, doing long-distance trade is truly high-risk," one of them remarked. "

But what do the pirates on other continents look like?"

"Who knows? But according to the survivors, they seem to be short, fat men wearing strange masks. Heh heh, maybe they're the bandit kings of some other continent."

This intriguing topic piqued my interest. High risk meant high reward; the risks of trading with other continents were high, but the potential profits must have been enormous. The monk Po Sha from back then is proof of that. As a monk from another continent, he actually managed to find the relics of Famit on the Loess Plateau—a reward that countless pursuers dream of.

However, when I wanted to hear more about interesting stories from overseas, the merchants at the next table switched to talking about the situation in various countries. Someone deliberately lowered their voice and said that the beast slaves in Ishtar had a major riot the day before yesterday, causing a lot of chaos and heavy casualties. They were now rebuilding their foreign trade, and it was estimated that the prices of several unique goods produced there would skyrocket soon. If they were to get in early, they could make a fortune.

The fact that they were talking in ordinary taverns and teahouses meant it wasn't important intelligence. Although these people were speaking in hushed tones and acting mysteriously, I estimated that the news would spread throughout the city within three hours at the latest. They had only gained a few hours' head start, and by then, it would be too late to invest and monopolize the goods. It was laughable that these people spoke so seriously, without any intention of actually taking action.

But this information was extremely useful to me. I gave Mao Yan'an a look, signaling him to find a way to prevent the news from reaching Xue's ears.

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Within the Golden Finch Federation, Yue Ying was my strongest ally, but I didn't want to expose our relationship too early to avoid causing her trouble. Therefore, I didn't entrust Fang Qingshu with contacting her; instead, I used Yu Ni's channels to send an encrypted letter to Yue Ying, letting her know we were safe before waiting for her reply.

Yueying's response came quickly. Besides urging us to meet with her as soon as possible, she also stated in her letter that she was on very good terms with the head of our medical team, and that the nun was a highly respected and trustworthy person, telling me not to worry.

"Sister Yueying said she's trustworthy... Damn, is she really trustworthy? This kind of thing can't be taken lightly."

I felt very confused because Yueying had the qualities of a politician, and her keen eye for people and her perspective on things often surprised me. She was definitely not the kind of naive young lady whose brain was filled with cream. She would personally promise and guarantee, so she probably wouldn't be wrong. But this old nun, starting with her Dharma name, everything about her disgusted me. I still remember the first day I arrived here, when I heard Mao Yan'an giving the introduction, it startled me.

"Uncle, what was that nun's Dharma name?"

"Didn't you hear me clearly? I'll say it again... 'Shang Mie Xia Jue'."

"Mie... Abbess Miejue?"

"Yes, why are you reacting so strongly? Is she your old flame?"

Even if I were to mess with a nun, it would be a young and beautiful one, not an old and venerable one. Uncle's guess is really too much for me.

This Abbess Miejue was entrusted by Yueying and Fang Qingshu to cover our whereabouts, but apart from her duties, she wasn't friendly to us ordinary people. She usually kept her distance and rarely spoke to us. This was actually very good, because I also hated having anything to do with old nuns; the misfortune that came with it might not dissipate for years. We could have maintained a peaceful coexistence, but a sudden accident ignited the powder keg.

The incident began when Ah Xue's private conversations with the young nuns were discovered by the head nun, Abbess Miejue. She treated it severely, accusing it of stealing secret techniques from the Cihang Jingdian Temple, causing quite a stir. Only after Yu Ni intervened did Abbess Miejue agree not to report it, but she still grumbled to the young nuns,

"The source of light magic is the grace of the gods. The universal light of the gods will not shine on races other than humans. Do not do meaningless things."

It was obvious who this was directed at, and Ah Xue was somewhat affected, but I felt anger towards both sides, a fact that Mao Yan'an noticed.

"Wow, my dear nephew, you can tolerate this? People say you have to consider the owner before beating a dog, but now your bitch... ha, your vixen has been beaten, and you're just going to stand by and do nothing?"

"There's nothing to say. People are fickle, and wives are often ridden. She always puts on a docile face, she deserves to be bullied like this."

"But... your vixen has been bullied, she doesn't give you any face at all, can you really not get revenge on this old nun? How about... for example, by getting these young nuns... you know, if you sleep with a few, this old nun will be completely disgraced."

Mao Yan'an gave a sneer, his eyes crinkling. He seemed truly cunning. He had brought this up several times before, but I had deliberately avoided answering, letting it slide. Now he was just using this opportunity to sow discord. I, of course, still gave a slight sneer, offering no direct reply, letting the unscrupulous middle-aged man, eager to take a share, leave dejectedly.

"Nephew, you're not a man for enduring such humiliation!"

"Uncle, if you're so manly, then sacrifice yourself for me and sleep with that old nun. It would be best if you got her pregnant too, then throw her naked into the street to avenge Ah Xue. Then, not only Ah Xue, but even I will be grateful to you."

Mao Yan'an couldn't provoke me, and I couldn't provoke Mao Yan'an. These words were merely insignificant provocations, small tricks to distract him.

In fact, I had already made my move, but I was doing it all behind Mao Yan'an's back. I could have planned for a longer period, but today's events

… revenge was taken, and I didn't react to the humiliation. How could I possibly live with myself afterward?

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"Mmm...mmm...snoring...hmm..."

As night fell, the indistinct snoring echoed continuously in my room for almost half an hour.

As usual, I flipped through my magic notebook, pondering ways to improve my cultivation and the progress of Ah Xue and Yu Ni. When reading the notebook, I didn't necessarily sit at my desk. Instead, I often pulled up a chair, leaned back, and sat in a corner of the room, then had Yu Ni kneel before me, doing what she did best.

"Snoring...snoring...smack smack..."

Starting from when I unzipped my pants, Yu Ni, focused on oral service, had been lying here for almost half an hour, without complaining of being tired, taking a break, or her mouth getting sore. She was truly the most obedient and docile oral sex doll.

Even as the inheritor of erotic magic, I prefer to let things take their natural course, avoiding anything that seems superhuman but is extremely harmful to my body. Therefore, throughout the entire process, my gaze remained focused on the book, not glancing anywhere else. Yu Ni, receiving no further instructions, remained patient and performed the repetitive service without any impatience.

Previously, this was Ah Xue's job, and Ah Xue, thoroughly trained by that lewd charity, had always done it very well, possessing excellent oral skills. However, Ah Xue was, after all, a living being, not a plaything. Even if docile, she had her own personality and limits of patience. So, after acquiring Yu Ni as my new toy, I entrusted these service tasks to her.

Removing the false personality I had created for Yu Ni, stripping away the imposed thought and reason, Yu Ni reverted to a female beast driven by primal desires, her mind filled with only two instincts: a thirst for blood and a craving for semen.

The craving for the latter was greater than the former, which was the reason I could command her.

Yu Ni, drawn by the scent of semen, finds her emotions stabilize upon contact with the source of the "Luminous Jade." So, let alone half an hour, even four times that time, she would tirelessly and attentively serve like a kitten licking honey.

"Hmm… judging from the records, the impact of using the Shattered Dream Blade on the body is still a concern… never mind, you're unconscious now, you wouldn't understand anyway."

My gaze remained fixed on the book, but the gradually heating sensation in my lower body distracted me. An intense pleasure surged between my legs, igniting a torrent of desire that burned my body and soul.

I didn't turn my gaze away, partly because I was busy organizing my bio-research notes, my mind entirely focused on them, but mainly because Yu Ni's expression wasn't pleasant. Loyal, focused, and docile, her oral service was perfect, but if there was any flaw, it was her cloudy eyes and blank expression, making her look like a rubber doll, utterly devoid of any charm.

This is a very frustrating thing. No matter how energetic, healthy, and quick-witted Yu Ni is in front of others, when I remove her virtual personality and reveal her true self, driven entirely by primal instincts, she looks exactly like this.

"Hmm... that's enough research for today. Time to get down to business... perverted oral sex doll!"

Before closing the book, I softly uttered the code to switch the implanted personality and snapped my fingers. When I put the book down, Yu Ni's face appeared before my eyes, her eyes sparkling with water, both beautiful and alluring. She obediently stuck out her fragrant tongue, blinking occasionally, her reserved pride tinged with a bold provocation.

"Good girl, you did a great job. Have you finished all the other preparations?"

I gently stroked Yu Ni's blonde hair, and she quickened her pace accordingly...

"Completely... um... as you said, everything is ready. I'm meeting that little girl tonight."

"Really? Good girl, I knew I was right to ask you to do things."

"Mmm... slurp... please give it to me, I've been waiting for you all this time..."

Yu Ni licked vigorously, saliva flying from her lips. My muffled groans were mixed with "glug glug" sounds, as if Yu Ni was drinking the most delicious wine in the world, greedily swallowing all the semen that spurted out.

And when Yu Ni was quite satisfied, she casually put on a coat, flew out, and carried out tonight's important plan for me.

"Hmph! A bunch of damned nuns, thinking they're so great? Starting tonight, you'll all pay the price!"

Even if someone doesn't offend me, I'll still bite them; how much more so when they've offended me? This bite will hurt them terribly.

I didn't tell Mao Yan'an my plans, but in fact, I had already had Yu Ni use her androgynous charm to tease those young nuns who were just beginning to understand love. These young nuns, still retaining their virginity, were all at the age of budding romance. In their eyes, Yu Ni was not only handsome and beautiful, but also a chivalrous and renowned heroine. Everyone idolized her and vied to get close to her.

Yu Ni herself was an experienced lesbian, and with the right timing and location, she tested her skills, making the young nuns, overflowing with girlish dreams, flutter their hearts. They all believed they were loved by this heroic senior sister and were about to embark on a forbidden love affair that could not be tolerated by the world.

Frankly, nobody knows why girls this age get so excited and dizzy when they hear things like "unacceptable to the world" or "forbidden love," becoming more wanton than if they'd taken aphrodisiacs. Perhaps these words give them a sense of beauty. In that case, I'll be merciful and let them experience the pleasure of being trampled underfoot and becoming withered flowers.

The whole team has over thirty women. Excluding the two leaders, the rest range from teenagers to their twenties. Of course, not every one of them will be easy to handle, but Yu Ni will take them down one by one. Tonight, she'll get one of them first.

Her name is Fanny, supposedly a pure and innocent seventeen-year-old heiress from a wealthy family. She and Yu Ni have arranged to meet in her dormitory tonight for their first intimate encounter.

I have a lesbian friend by my side, and I've always wanted to watch her have sex with other women, but the ones who aren't attractive enough are not worth watching, and it's not easy to find Ah Xue to match with, so I've never been able to fulfill this wicked thought. But now I've got this perfect opportunity.

When I had timed it perfectly, I quietly arrived outside the agreed-upon room. Peeking cautiously through the crack in the door, I saw Yu Ni, fully dressed, with the young nun kneeling on her lap. I lifted her grey nun's robe and thrust my fingers into her private parts. Her white gauze underpants had already been pulled down to her ankles, and in the dim light, her fair, pink buttocks gleamed alluringly. The glistening moisture testified to the girl's arousal.

"My lovely little darling, you've only ascended to heaven once. Don't give up so easily. Tonight is long, and your senior sister still has much to teach you."

"...Senior Sister, Fanny is so happy I could die, you're so amazing... Oh!"

Fanny murmured as Yu Ni's fingers gently caressed her body, kneading and squeezing with varying pressure, instantly making Fanny moan.

The young nun, experiencing the pleasures of first love, lost all reason in the depraved pleasure, her delicate body trembling involuntarily, a blush rising on her fair neck, her monk's hat falling off to reveal a head of vibrant red hair, fluttering with her movements.

The wealthy young beauty closed her eyes, her snowy buttocks raised high, making pitiful "gurgling" sounds, desperately suppressing the cries of pleasure escaping her lips.

Yu Ni's fingers were very measured, not going too deep to break the girl's virginity, but it was already too much for the frail girl to bear; a surge of heat rapidly rose from her lower abdomen, wave after wave, instantly overwhelming all consciousness.

The young nun swayed her body, her snow-white flesh gradually emerging from her nun's robes. Yu Ni showed no sign of stopping, adding another finger and pushing her junior sister to ecstasy.

Soon, the writhing body suddenly stiffened, and the girl uttered incoherent, gurgling words.

"Senior... Yu Ni... Stop... Stop... for a moment... I can't... I can't... I can't..."

Slowing down slightly at this point would allow the passion to cool, allowing them to continue for longer, but Yu Ni had other intentions and instead sped up her movements.

Overwhelmed by the climax, Fanny let out a long "ee-yah" before falling silent, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body still trembling uncontrollably. With another surge of heat, her slender waist spasmed and arched backward, even her toes pointing straight out...

After a brief moment of disorientation, she completely fainted, more effective than any sedative. The exhausted beauty wouldn't wake up immediately. As Yu Ni laid the girl horizontally on the bed, I quietly pushed open the door and entered, ready to savor this pure and beautiful flesh that was now on the table.

◆ Chapter Three: Legal Rape

In my eyes, everyone in the world has a price, especially women. Human rights activists disagree with this theory, but the slave traders I traded with nodded repeatedly. In the underground human flesh market, women of other races typically command higher prices than human women. The value of human women varies depending on their profession and background. Capturing renowned female warriors and sorceresses, training them, and then selling them fetches shockingly high prices. However, insiders know that even young nuns captured from the Cihang Jingdian (慈航静殿) can fetch a handsome price.

The reason is simple: being from the Cihang Jingdian is a symbol of elegance, and the identity of a nun evokes a sense of purity and innocence. The Cihang Jingdian also has many monks who practice with their hair intact, making them easy targets for abduction and immediate sale. However, insiders also understand that while these transactions may not be violent or brutal, the potential dangers are immense. After all, the Light God Palace (光之神宫) is too powerful; if they were to come after them for this, the consequences would be far more than just disgrace.

Mao Yan'an suggested I extend my reach to these young nuns, and I was indeed extremely interested. However, I'm a lecherous maniac, not a mindless sex maniac. If I were to casually take advantage of these young nuns, they would all cry and scream afterward, and all the senior monks of Cihang Jingdian would surely mobilize and skin me alive. Not to mention that most of them come from wealthy and noble families, and their family influence is intertwined with their lives; even hiding in Ishtar wouldn't be safe.

Rape and abduction are enjoyable, but legal rape and abduction are the ultimate pleasure. I could easily devour these innocent young nuns one by one, and even do it to the old nun Miejue wouldn't be difficult. But to take advantage of them and absolve myself of responsibility would require careful preparation. Fortunately, a golden opportunity presented itself, and Yu Ni became my great shield, allowing me to fulfill my ideal of legal rape.

Yu Ni was tasked with seducing her junior nuns who admired her, turning their simple admiration into forbidden love. Using Yu Ni as cover, she would then take advantage of their vulnerability. Once the nuns regained their senses, they would only believe they had given their virginity to their beloved senior sister, never imagining they had been brutally violated and robbed of their virginity by a beast.

Even if their teachers and families investigated, Yu Ni would naturally bear the responsibility. Yu Ni herself was "mentally unstable," and with the powerful backer of the Heart Lamp Hermit, the lustful nuns would fight to defend her. Furthermore, given the public's perception that losing one's virginity to a woman is more acceptable than to a man, it would be easy to downplay the matter and let it go. This beastly murderer would then easily escape justice.

A towering building rises from the ground, and tonight I'll take the first step in my beastly deeds. As I quietly stepped into the room, I was sincerely grateful for two things: one was the delivery of Yu Ni, this obedient and capable flesh puppet; the other was the nuns of Cihang Jingdian. Most of them practiced with their hair still intact; otherwise, seeing those repulsive bald heads, I'd probably only be interested in playing football, not have the patience to have sex with someone.

Seeing me enter the room, Yu Ni, who had already removed Fanny's monk's robe, tapped her delicate nape with her finger to ensure she wouldn't wake up during the upcoming torment. Then she proactively sat by the door, keeping watch for me.

"Well done, I'll reward you when we get back,"

I praised Yu Ni a few times, then turned my gaze to the naked jade body lying on the bed.

As expected of a pampered rich girl, her skin was fair and soft, with curves in all the right places, displaying a beautiful, rounded figure. Her petite body possessed remarkably full breasts, plump and round, soft to the touch yet lacking firmness. With each sway of her body, her small, ball-like breasts trembled, their peaks a delicate pink, like red grapes among flowers, incredibly alluring.

"These little girls nowadays, I wonder what they eat, they're developing so well, hehe, big brother will give them a massage, they'll develop even better."

I grasped Fanny's breasts with one hand, gently caressing them, then took the two bright red, tender nipples into my mouth, skillfully licking and sucking them; my other hand, however, groped downwards, caressing her long, slender legs, gradually moving towards her inner thighs, pressing against her warm skin, slowly probing into her already soaked flower garden, teasing and exploring. My fingers followed the soft, swollen mons pubis, occasionally pressing lightly on the tender, rosy pubic hair, invading the sacred valley between the little nun's legs.

Fanny's breathing grew heavier, her face flushed. Though still asleep, her body was already responding to my teasing. Her vulva was already lubricated, so I didn't waste any more time. I lifted one of Fanny's jade-like feet, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her wide-open, unseen vulva. Her

virginity burst forth, her flower path opened for the first time. The little nun let out a soft moan, tears of pain streaming down her face, but she didn't wake up, only letting out a mournful cry.

"...Senior sister, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, my vulva is split open..."

The pain of her first experience only amplified the sense of accomplishment in defiling the girl's purity, making me unwilling to wait. I directly summoned a low-level erotic insect, feeding it to the girl's lips from my fingertips, letting her swallow it with her saliva. In just a short while, the sleeping girl's body reacted.

Amidst a tingling spasm that coursed through her body, her delicate flower path shyly touched the probing, fiery flesh, tightly intertwining with it. Her snow-white body throbbed with heat, her smooth, plump, white buttocks responding passively to the thrusting and withdrawing. Though she uttered no moans, each penetration elicited a muffled groan from Fanny's nose, echoing the male's conquest.

If I only sought to indulge my lust, I could simply ravage her now. But I am no longer a three-year-old; I will not risk touching these young nuns for mere lust. The reason for this action, besides indulging my lust, was also to enhance my self-cultivation. Absorbing the virgin yin essence of the young nuns during intercourse would greatly benefit the power of the Hellish God of Lust.

"Ancient spirits of lust, in the name of John Farrell, I enter into a pact with you, offering this woman's chastity as a sacrifice in exchange for your power and absolute obedience!"

After chanting a spell in a low voice, I felt a burning sensation on my back, my entire skin feeling hot and scorching. Although I couldn't see it, I imagined some runes or totems appearing. In the surrounding darkness, the image of the Hellish God of Lust was faintly visible, the atmosphere incredibly heavy. Even Yu Ni, sitting by the door, sensed it and trembled involuntarily.

The summoned beast of the God of Lust appeared, and I immediately sensed a cool energy seeping from deep within Fanny's flower path, flowing through our joined bodies and into my body, then dissipating from my burning back, completing the absorption process. The reward for absorbing this energy was an ultimate pleasure that penetrated to the very marrow of my bones.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Fanny opened her eyes and woke up, but her mind was still caught up in wild lust. She hugged me tightly from below, swaying her round buttocks, completely oblivious to the pain. I covered Fanny's mouth with one hand to make sure she wouldn't make too much noise, then moved my hips back and forth, slowly thrusting.

This action ignited the fuse of their bodies. The young nun, newly acquainted with the pleasures of love, her healthy, youthful body, like a newborn mare, galloped wildly beneath the man. Her slender waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, hot breath escaping from her nostrils. Her whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted, and waves of heat surged from her lower body, one after another, like a tide.

"...Ah...ah...so good...what is this feeling...give me more..."

Fanny moaned ecstatically in my ear. I released her and kissed her lips directly, using a more effective method to seal her moans. The girl's legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her plump, white buttocks swaying incessantly. This movement allowed my penis to penetrate even deeper, making the thrusts incredibly pleasurable and exhilarating.

I thrust in and out with all my might, my excitement palpable. Fanny's pretty, delicate cheeks flushed crimson, her plump buttocks eagerly meeting my thrusts. Her round, snow-white arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her lips, kissed, emitted muffled moans. Though indistinct, they were incredibly arousing, fueling my intense excitement.

Beneath me, Fanny wildly twisted her slender waist and swayed her shapely buttocks with each thrust of my penis. Her fair, lotus-like cheeks were flushed a vibrant, almost rosy red, radiating spring-like allure. Her petal-like lips parted and closed incessantly; though a young girl, she already possessed the allure of a newlywed.

"Ah... Senior Sister, Senior Sister... This feels so good... Your fingers are so hot and so long..."

This was truly a bizarre compliment. I glanced at Yu Ni and saw her looking this way with hazy eyes. I smiled encouragingly and thrust my lower body in and out rapidly, as if in a show of defiance, quickly entering and exiting the little nun's warm and wet flower path, bumping against her two tender, round breasts, swaying up and down and side to side.

After about fifteen minutes, I felt that I had absorbed enough yin energy. Continuing any longer would be like draining the pond to catch all the fish, which could easily lead to someone's death. So, while sending Fanny to heaven, I prepared to ejaculate inside her. However, Yu Ni, who was most sensitive to the smell of this kind of thing, had already taken the initiative and looked at me expectantly.

"Alright, you've worked hard too, here you go!"

Thick, white fluid gushed out wildly. Although I intentionally splashed it on Yu Ni's blonde hair and face, she was faster than me, taking it into her mouth first, enjoying the burst of fluid inside, swallowing it all with relish, not wanting to miss a single drop.

To be honest, if you didn't care what was in Yu Ni's mouth, just seeing her extremely satisfied smile as she swallowed, as if she were enjoying the ultimate pleasure in life, was truly an expression that stimulated people's appetite.

After the lovemaking, the figure of the lustful god's summoned beast disappeared. Cleaning up the mess was never my job, so I left this trivial task to Yu Ni and quietly left.

However, Yu Ni, who had just watched us have sex, seemed to have been aroused by the intense, sweaty act. As soon as she heard that I asked her to clean up the mess, she unbuttoned her clothes and got onto the bed. The two fair and tender female bodies then intertwined, like two large white snakes coiled together.

As I gently closed the door, sweet moans, half-sighing and half-weeping, echoed from inside, recounting the defilement and depravity of the pure clergy, reverberating repeatedly in the endless darkness…

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Night passed, and clear daylight soon arrived. Everything that had happened last night seemed like a dream; no one noticed anything amiss, nor was anything amiss that could be noticed. If there was any change, it was that Fanny, who had been so clingy to Yu Ni for the past few days, was now acting like a stranger to her, only offering a distant greeting when they met. The chattering little girl who used to surround Yu Ni was now a new face. Apart from that, everything was as usual.

Yu Ni had now become the bait on my fishing rod, constantly catching mermaids for me. Although I hadn't given her detailed instructions on how to fish, leaving it entirely to her, she was doing a better job than I had expected.

Originally, Yu Ni, dressed in a police uniform, resembled a dashing young man. Now, with her androgynous style and deliberately elevated fashion sense, she looked every bit the handsome, refined, and elegant aristocratic youth, exuding a captivating and carefree charm, much like Fang Qingshu. She had become the ideal idol for naive young girls.

However, no one knew that this radiant and charismatic idol was merely an empty shell, lacking any soul. All her outwardly excellent qualities were pre-programmed mimicry. The girls who fell for her were chasing nothing more than illusions. I often saw a group of girls fluttering around Yu Ni, vying for a glance or a smile from her, which would make them happy for a long time.

This scene always left me unsure whether to burst into laughter or sigh in despair. However, it must be admitted that Yu Ni, when truly utilizing her "special charm," is no less skilled at seducing women than Mao Yan'an. I wonder if she and Yu Hong lived a similar life when they roamed the world together.

Reflecting on this, the one holding the fishing rod has his responsibilities. Yu Ni, like bait, catches the fish one by one, and I eat them one by one. In the boundless depths of the still night, the naked fish convulsing before me are swallowed one by one by my turbid waves of desire…

As we leave the city and head towards New Orleans with the race, five of the fish swimming around me have already been devoured.

We travel with the medical team to New Orleans, a well-known city in the Golden Flower Federation, where the next race will be held. Yue Ying also promised to meet me there.

"Lady Yue Ying asked me to ask you a question…"

While conveying Yue Ying's promise, Old Nun Miejue also brought a question. When asking the question, he deliberately kept at least three feet away from me, treating me like a source of disease, which made me furious. However, the question he asked was very strange.

"Huh? Shennong Encyclopedia? Isn't that the plant encyclopedia that Grandpa left behind? Asking me where I put it? Damn, how would I remember this question?"

Although the Farrell Mansion was dilapidated and in disrepair, it contained the relics that Grandpa had collected during his adventures and womanizing. For example, that Shennong Encyclopedia was one of Grandpa's relics. I remember that the pictures in it were colorful and vibrant. When I was a child, I loved to flip through it and discuss with Yueying which flowers and plants were the most beautiful, and what bright flowers we should use to make a wreath to give to Xiaolanlan... Ugh, it really is a terrible nightmare.

Looking back now, through the lens of a tracer, that plant guide wasn't anything particularly valuable. If there was anything special about it, it was the plant knowledge compiled by my grandfather at the end. Since my grandfather's travels took him overseas, he also recorded some strange tales about flowers and trees from other continents. But overall, I don't remember anything particularly unusual.

After Yueying married into the Golden Finch Federation, I lost interest in reading anything interesting, so I casually tossed that book aside. Over a decade later, I had no idea where it was buried. Now, if I were to ask about it in a hurry, who would remember?

"Ask those old ghosts at home, maybe they know... Huh? You said they can't find it either? Hmm, I'm the country's number one wanted criminal now, I can't go back to look for it, what should I do?"

Why would Yueying ask about that plant guide? It was quite puzzling. If it were anyone else, I would definitely hold back, but because it was Yueying, I didn't ask her why she did it. I just tried hard to recall possible fragments, and after a few days, I finally remembered that I seemed to have torn off the cover of that book, deliberately replaced it with the cover of a brothel magazine, and haphazardly stuffed it into my grandfather's library.

The mischievous and ignorant act of my youth is indeed laughable now. I told this information to Miejue, who then passed it on to Yueying, hoping it could help her. At this time, although I thought there might be something fishy about the matter, I didn't expect the whole thing to be so complicated and the relationships so deep.

Putting this episode aside, our group arrived in New Orleans safely, without any checks or difficulties, and easily entered the city.

New Orleans has a subtropical humid climate with frequent heavy rains in summer. The surrounding area is rich in oil, natural gas, sulfur, and salt mines, and is a major producer of timber, cotton, sugarcane, and rice. It is an important industrial and agricultural center in southern Virginia, with a long history of development and a unique cultural atmosphere. Mao Yan'an, who considers himself a refined gentleman, was busy introducing the city to us from the moment we entered.

"...The local cultural and educational undertakings are well-developed, and it is also rich in musical tradition. It is the birthplace of jazz. There are many music groups, theaters and concert halls in the city. It is a wonderful music city. Everyone is fortunate to be here. Don't forget to take the opportunity to enjoy the music. However, we are indeed late, which is a pity."

Mao Yan'an said, "Every February, the carnival here is unprecedented, attracting millions of domestic and foreign tourists. Everyone will put on bright costumes and use dazzling beads and masks to dress up for the carnival. During the carnival, New Orleans is full of people dressed in gorgeous clothes dancing together and enjoying wonderful music. It is romantic and passionate, like a dream city."

The scene described is indeed enchanting. However, we came to this jazz hometown not to attend the carnival, but to watch the race that will be held here.

The races in New Orleans will begin in a few days. The track is currently closed to the public, and we only managed to get in thanks to the paparazzi Charlotte's connections, which allowed us to get a pass.

"Watch the races! Watch the races! We can finally watch the races!"

Hearing that we could watch the races and even see a race in a few days, Xue was probably the most excited among us. She couldn't wait and tugged at my sleeve, even hugging Violet and dancing around, practically flying with joy.

Before, Mao Yan'an and I had been researching Formula One racing and discussing it with our friends. Yu Ni didn't seem to care much, but Xue was always very enthusiastic, often asking me to take her to see the races. She even collected the racing stickers and decals I gave her, having waited so long for this moment.

"But... what are you going there to see?"

I've always been puzzled by this. Formula One racing is not a gentle sport; on the contrary, it is extremely bloody and cruel, a violent competition that even underground fighting would be ashamed of. Everyone does their best to win the championship and is allowed to use all kinds of means. The boiling emotions of the crowd make the drivers even more out of control. The racetrack during the race is not only a battlefield but also a place where human desires run rampant. How could something like this be suitable for Xue?

As a result, Xue, who entered the racetrack with us, seemed very disappointed, craning her neck and looking around, but did not see what she expected.

"Huh? Why...why aren't there any race queens? I'm so disappointed."

"Racing queens?"

"Yeah, Uncle told me that as long as there's a race, there will be lots of beautiful race queens, wearing very sexy clothes, all dressed up, with slim waists, long legs, and perky breasts. There are beauties from all races. It's even more lively than the big brothels that you like to go to, Master. I've been looking forward to it."

"Cough...cough cough...um, don't talk nonsense. How could I like to go to big brothels? I haven't been to those places for a long time. Now I'm a good family man..."

As I spoke, I glared fiercely at Mao Yan'an, who was covering his mouth and secretly laughing. Charlotte, who was walking in front, turned around and glared at me. Without saying a word, her eyes showed her disdain. But when she looked at Yu Ni, her eyes were full of joy and respect, just like those little nuns who usually surrounded Yu Ni.

"Hmph, looking down on my woman, don't think you're so great. One day, when you're hooked, I'll pull the rod and drag you to bed, get you pregnant, and then kick you aside. Let's see if you'll still have that face then.

" "Ah Xue, you'll be disappointed today, because the race hasn't officially started yet, so we won't see any race queens. But there are still some race cars to watch."

Comforting the disappointed Ah Xue, I pointed to the distant track. Several race cars, pulled by different beasts, sped past, kicking up clouds of dust—the racers were doing their test runs. Besides them, not far from the track, at the rest area, many staff members were solemnly preparing and waiting to change the racers' equipment.

These novel sights once again attracted Ah Xue's attention, making her forget her disappointment at not seeing any race queens. She hugged Violet and gazed at the various scenes at the racetrack.

"You damn Mao Yan'an, why are you instilling these ideas in Ah Xue? If you want to see race queens, go to the biggest hotel around here later, there are as many as you want... Hey, did you get the information you were asked?"

"Of course I got it, it's not a secret. You can ask Charlotte, she knows; you can ask the hotel doorman, he knows; you can even ask that car washer at the intersection, he knows. The top three prizes in Formula One racing, such a big event, very few people in the entire Golden Flower Federation don't know about it, I don't understand why you need to investigate."

"I'm busy having sex with women every night, I don't have time to check if it's okay, right? You look like a lackey, if you can't do this kind of small thing, who will? You're so fussy about doing even the smallest thing, do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, just say so, do you know the economy is bad right now? If you don't want to do it, there are plenty of people on the street who are eager to do it, stop blocking the way!"

A barrage of words, fast and fierce, left Mao Yan'an speechless, his face pale like a humble office worker, rubbing his hands together in fear as he spoke.

"No, please don't! I still have car and mortgage payments to make, and my two kids need tutoring every month. I earn so little, and prices are so high outside. Boss, please don't fire me! Even if you have to treat me like a dog, I... I can't lose this job!"

The great writer got so into character that he ended up crying, attracting stares from onlookers. I had to whack Mao Yan'an on the head with a stick to stop him from his increasingly enthusiastic role-playing.

"Sorry, I was having too much fun. I'm sober now. The three prizes, in order, are..."

The third-place bronze medal was a demonic sword that could absorb the souls and flesh of the dead—the Evil Wolf Blood Sword. It was said that this demonic sword was forged by the royal family of an ancient kingdom from the essence of a giant demonic wolf that had ravaged the land for hundreds of years. On the battlefield, it could amplify the wielder's ferocity. Every time an enemy was killed, the sword would absorb their soul and blood essence, increasing its own destructive power. It could be said to be a highly dangerous forbidden artifact.

This priceless treasure, which is classified as an A-grade or even S-grade gem, is only awarded as the third prize. This grand race is truly extravagant, making everyone even more eager to see the other two prizes.

"Treasures like the Evil Wolf Blood Sword, a top-grade item, were usually awarded as gold medals. But for some reason, the prizes at this competition are exceptionally generous this time. Not only has the prize money doubled, but the quality of the prizes has also surpassed previous years. Experts from all over the world are flocking here, some even acting on orders from their countries to win the silver medal—the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, which has been lost for hundreds of years."

"Ah!"

Upon hearing the name Beacon Fire Universe Ring, I was taken aback and slapped the wall in front of me. I never expected that the prizes for this grand competition would be treasures of the Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation.

The Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation are the highest-grade treasures on the Loess Plateau. If one could collect all seven, it would be the ultimate achievement for a Tracker, a feat that would shake the world. But no one knows what will happen if all seven are collected, and no one even knows the exact details about the seven artifacts.

The Saint's Staff, the Sage's Bracelet, the Great Sun Mirror, and the Dragon-Slaying Blade—these are the four items we have confirmed, two of which are already in our possession. Among the countless documents we've consulted, the "Beacon Fire Universe Ring" has also been confirmed as one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts.

The Beacon Fire Universe Ring, as its name suggests, consists of two silver rings wrapped around the arms. Its function is unknown, but its appearances have always occurred during the Warring States period, accompanied by numerous deaths, suggesting its battlefield application. Like the Dragon-Slaying Blade, it is an invincible, deadly weapon, hence the name "Beacon Fire."

Records indicate that the Beacon Fire Universe Ring last appeared on the Loess Plateau during the Dark Ages five hundred years ago, leaving behind countless victories and deaths before disappearing from history. Unexpectedly, it has reappeared at this grand racing event. Based on past events, does this foreshadow a period of great upheaval in the land, a return to the Warring States period?

"Hahaha, this is exciting! They can even produce the Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation! Now I'm even interested in this grand race, hahaha... But, there shouldn't be any treasures of a higher level than the Seven Sacred Artifacts on this Loess Plateau. The silver medal is already the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, so the gold medal... could it be another one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts?"

Strangely, when Mao Yan'an heard me say this, an indescribable expression appeared on his face, and even his voice became hesitant.

"This... from a certain perspective, it might be something higher than the Seven Sacred Artifacts, at least for a small group of people. The gold medal prize in this grand race is... the supreme treasure of the model world, a high-priced item pursued and acquired by countless model enthusiasts, the legendary 'Tankar'!"

"Tan... Tankar? What the hell is that?!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, I grabbed Mao Yan'an's neck again and shook him violently, almost roaring as I questioned him. The middle-aged man with an innocent expression simply spread his hands awkwardly.

"Who knows, it's... the legendary model."

◆ Chapter Four: The Silver Moon Knight

The term "treasure" has no fixed meaning. It doesn't necessarily refer to real gold and silver, nor is it necessarily a divine artifact or rare beast. Basically, anything that is treasured by a certain group of people or in a certain market of a certain size can be considered a treasure.

Models, mass-produced in factories, are essentially commodities, and the business opportunities in the Golden Flower Federation are quite considerable. Among the many model commodities, there are indeed some special models that become items that collectors vie to buy, turning into legendary masterpieces worth hundreds or thousands of times their original value after continuous bidding; or they may be crafted by master artisans in a very few individual studios and imbued with magical energy, which is enough to make them high-priced treasures.

But in any case, these niche treasures are not mainstream, and their value is relatively low. The Treasure Catalog compiled by the Tracker Guild every year has never rated these treasures above C level. At most, they can sell for a good price, but they are far from enough to show off or prove one's achievements. But how could this "legendary dunker" become the gold medal in this year's Formula One Grand Prix? That's just too unbelievable.

"Does that thing have powerful destructive capabilities?"

"No."

"Is it exquisitely crafted?"

"No."

"Then is there some kind of treasure map inside, allowing someone to make a fortune?"

"Probably not, it's just a very ordinary model."

"Nothing at all. Okay, then can you tell me why an ordinary model is more precious than the Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation or the Evil Wolf Blood Sword, becoming the gold medal?"

"I told you I didn't know!"

Even if I choked Mao Yan'an, he still wouldn't tell me he didn't know. It was Charlotte, who overheard our conversation

, who offered a possibility. "That day I heard the monks talking about trading weapons at this event. Could it be that the Pure Mind Zen Society is trying to…"

Using the racing event to trade weapons, secretly hidden in some prize, that makes perfect sense. However, winning the gold medal is extremely difficult, and that "Ghost Bullet Karl" thing is too obviously bizarre. Wouldn't doing this attract too much attention? Or... is this gold medal just a smokescreen to distract the opposing forces? After all, the arms secret is just hidden in one of the awards, not necessarily the top prize.

"How about it? The intelligence I gathered was very useful, wasn't it? You guys got a freebie this time..."

"Hmm, I feel like I've been dragged into some troublesome things. This kind of troublesome intelligence just inexplicably came to me. It's really unlucky."

I muttered to myself, dealing with the situation calmly, which made Charlotte, who was eager to take credit, change her expression drastically. She was about to argue with me angrily, but in the end, she suppressed her anger and turned her head away.

After that, our focus shifted to the competition field. As Ah Xue said, it was truly a pity not to see the glamorous race queens, but the various kinds of race cars were the main focus of this race. Although there weren't many drivers testing their cars here today, it was still an eye-opening experience.

The regulations for Formula One racing cars are simply that they have a power source to pull them, without any other detailed rules, so the types of cars participating are truly diverse. However, regardless of the construction, the two most important principles for a race car to win are speed and lightness—reducing the weight and drag of the car body while increasing the high speed that the power source can create.

Based on our observations over the past few days, the power sources of race cars can be roughly divided into three categories: biological power, magical power, and the most difficult mechanical power.

Biological power, in short, is having a living being pull the car, whether it's a fine horse or a fierce beast, as long as it can pull the car, it's acceptable. It is considered the king of racing, the most widely used and most frequently winning mainstream in all races.

Fang Qingshu, who is currently taking the blame for us, has participated in the races for several consecutive years using bio-powered vehicles. The Fang family's most famous Red-Bearded Dragon Horses form a team of eight blood-red dragon horses, pulling a golden carriage behind them, speeding across tracks in various environments. This sight is not only a source of pride for the people of the Golden Finch Federation, but also makes them a renowned and undefeated force.

Magic-powered vehicles, on the other hand, use the driver's own magic power to drive the vehicle. The vehicle may be pulled by some kind of artifact or a magical beast that consumes magic power. Although the speed is not slow, it consumes a lot of the caster's energy. In addition to casting magic power, the caster also has to manage the driving. Moreover, most casters have poor stamina. Historically, magic-powered drivers in the races can only dominate for half the time, ending up with a disappointing finish.

Drivers who typically use magical power are either wizards from Ishtar or elves from Solancia. They are more sensitive to magic and have a better chance of driving magical vehicles than ordinary humans. Wizards from Ishtar often drive skeleton chariots in races, with hellhounds pulling the chariot and clearing the way in front, while a chariot made of skeletons crashes and rams behind, creating a striking scene in the competition.

Mechanical power, as the name suggests, uses mechanical components for power, including technologies like steam and gunpowder. Racing cars built with this type of mechanical power are sturdy and stable, but require a wide range of complex technologies. Without considerable industrial expertise and highly skilled craftsmen, they are absolutely impossible to create. Therefore, this is the rarest type of racing car, making it difficult to even find examples.

Currently, the racing cars on the track are all pulled by animal power. While the creatures running in front are excellent, they are not particularly rare; at best, they are creatures like eight-legged horses and six-legged leopards, not truly awe-inspiring beasts.

To win the race, being the first to reach the finish line is essential, so a power source that isn't fast enough is unacceptable. However, speed alone isn't enough either; the roars or bellows of certain ferocious beasts can terrify even docile creatures. Therefore, racers using beast-like creatures are very common. However, these people don't reveal their trump cards too early, so what Ah Xue, who came to observe the test run, could only see was a peaceful scene. The racers were simply competing in speed, with different beast-pulled race cars whizzing past the track.

"Master, why aren't there any flying things? Are there any restrictions on race cars flying?"

"...No, not really."

The rules of the competition don't prohibit flying animals from participating, but each racetrack is equipped with a strong wind resistance barrier, some of which are even as sharp as knives. In addition, if someone tries to gain an advantage by flying, they will inevitably become the target of everyone the moment they take off. They might crash and die as soon as they take off, which is extremely unwise. Therefore, race cars with flying mechanisms are hidden beforehand, used as a super acceleration method only at the last moment.

The races, devoid of bloodshed and violence, were merely entertainment for laymen like Ah Xue, leaving me uninterested. I yawned several times, wanting to head back early. Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through the racetrack, so strong it made it difficult to stand, whipping up clouds of sand and swaying the racing cars off course.

"Oh… the atmosphere is howling, and the wind elements in the surrounding space are moving violently. What kind of magical car has appeared?"

As a sorcerer, I'm quite sensitive to changes in the surrounding natural elements, and I immediately grasped this information. Ah Xue reacted even faster, grabbing the railing and looking towards one end of the track.

In the raging sandstorm that blotted out the sky, something shot across the land like an arrow, its speed so incredible it was impossible to see with the naked eye. The only sensation was the violent surging of wind elements in its path, constantly propelling it forward and forming a wind barrier behind it, blocking oncoming traffic. We saw a race car, unable to dodge, crash into this invisible wind barrier and be instantly swept away by the gale.

"Amazing! This is a true master!"

Astonished by this spectacle, I grabbed the railing, leaning forward to get a better look. Then, the sandstorm began to subside slightly, revealing the magical race car hidden within.

A blinding light burst forth from the sandstorm, shimmering and sparkling with seven colors. Just as people were still blinded by the dazzling light, a lion's roar shattered the sky, shaking everyone to their core. A completely transparent lion sped along the track, leaving all the other race cars far behind, only able to leave them in the dust.

The lion moved swiftly, its leaps and bounds displaying not only regal power but also remarkable agility. It made high-speed turns without hesitation. Although it was only racing on a racetrack, it was easy to imagine the ferocious, unstoppable force it would possess on a battlefield. However, this majestic lion was not a living creature, nor even made of flesh and blood. Its entire body was composed of transparent crystal, its mane, sharp teeth, and claws lifelike—a crystal lion!

Around its neck and waist were bound transparent light cables of indeterminate material, neither silk nor hair, constantly emitting a soft white light. These cables were so fine and soft they seemed capable of breaking easily, yet no matter how the lion raced, they remained tightly bound to its body, neither falling off nor breaking, firmly holding onto the car behind it.

The vehicle was extremely rudimentary, simply conforming to the rules of the competition. It had only two wheels, with a silver disc about half a foot in diameter nailed to them, connected to the lion by a light rope. The driver stood on the silver disc, pulling the light rope that served as reins to control the direction.

(Damn, with this kind of racing, if you're not good at martial arts

, you'll be dead in no time. To race on that silver disc, you need excellent agility and balance; you might get thrown off and crash into the wall on every turn...) The driver of this lion sports car was a knight in silver armor and helmet. His entire body was covered in intricately carved silver armor, obscuring his skin and hair, making it impossible to determine his age or gender. But his skills were truly remarkable. With one hand holding the reins and both feet firmly planted on the silver disc, he remained unharmed as the lion charged ahead, like a resilient blade of grass in a storm, swaying in the wind.

"Strange, racers should use the simplest equipment possible to pursue speed, so why would someone wear a suit of armor to race? Wouldn't that actually slow them down?"

Charlotte muttered to herself, raising a question that any ordinary person would have. However, none of us agreed with her, because even though we couldn't sense the magical fluctuations, our experience as trackers over the past year had honed our eyesight enough to see the extraordinary nature of that silver armor.

"Ah Xue, how do you feel?"

"Hmm, that armor... has very strong wind element fluctuations, highly concentrated. It's an extremely high-level wind-type artifact. I can't sense any extra functions, but when the wind element is highly active, the entire armor, along with the wearer, is practically weightless. Also... this type of magical artifact might have a special reaction under moonlight."

"Heh, I knew it."

Ah Xue is a very high-ranking high wizard with tens of thousands of undead residing within her. Her perception of magical fluctuations far surpasses ours. Even from a great distance, she can obtain a great deal of information simply by closing her eyes and sensing. And we watched the silver-armored knight soar gracefully, his movements as light as a swallow, truly as if he had no weight at all. Despite wearing heavy armor, he was unbelievably light.

"Silver armor that resonates with the moonlight! This doesn't seem like something that can be made casually... Uncle, what do you think of that transparent lion? Don't tell me it's just carved from crystal, or I'll carve you too!"

"Hmm... Elf Stone!"

"Although you're not a hero, we share the same view."

Elf Stones are a military secret of Solancia. All raw materials that are dug up or found are confiscated by the state and used uniformly by the country... actually, the royal family. Any citizen who possesses Elf Stones without permission will be tried and severely punished. As for privately spreading the technology of mining and making Elf Stones abroad, it is undoubtedly the only death penalty.

My weird dad told me that the raw material for Spirit Stones is a crystal-like mineral, buried deep underground. It must be mined in complete darkness, then sent to specialized fire-based sorcerers for purification and refinement. After a series of tedious processes and countless years of refinement, it shrinks to about one-tenth of its original size before being used to craft artifacts.

Each Spirit Stone harbors a spirit that can be summoned by its wielder to release a spirit beast that obeys commands, whether for espionage or battlefield combat. When embedded in weapons, the Spirit Stone significantly enhances their performance, and combined with the unpredictable nature of spirit beasts, they are incredibly useful. Normally, in the black market, a spirit stone the size of a fingernail is already a rare and expensive item, releasing only small beasts like wolves and foxes. As for this powerful and ferocious lion before us…

“Judging from the magical fluctuations alone, this spirit stone is at least the size of a goose egg. I believe only an important figure in Solancia could possess it. However… Uncle, do you believe me? I bet this crystal lion isn’t as simple as it looks.”

“Oh, how complex? Can it fly?”

"That's right, it can fly! This lion is eerie, with an exceptionally high level of control over wind elements. I believe this isn't its true form yet. If the spirit stone's power is fully activated, it's

almost certainly a winged lion." "But... a spirit beast appearing in divine beast form... this spirit stone is a treasure of Solancia, it must be in the hands of the royal family. You're not saying this driver is...?"

My brief conversation with Mao Yan'an ended there, and the lion sports car had already finished its race and pulled into the rest area outside the track. The staff inside cheered, applauding the silver-helmeted knight's excellent performance.

The seconds on the dashboard in the distance were indeed enough to make other drivers blush with shame, and I believe he has the strength to compete in the top three. Among the spirits from Solancia who came to participate in the competition, this person is probably the best. Even Ah Xue clapped loudly from afar, praising the dazzling performance just now.

From a distance, we couldn't see clearly, but the silver-helmeted knight finally removed his silver helmet, embroidered with eagle wings, revealing his true form. Instantly, a silent waterfall of silver light cascaded down, revealing a head of long hair that cascaded past his shoulders, like stardust falling from the Milky Way. Each strand was a silver I had never seen before, both magnificent and dazzling, yet eerily so.

"It's...it's a woman!"

I exclaimed in surprise. I truly hadn't expected the knight beneath the silver helmet to be a seemingly young elven girl.

Silver-haired elves—I had never seen or heard of them before; they must be a mutant among elves. Yet, as my exclamation softly escaped my lips, the elven girl, seemingly possessing superhuman hearing, heard my voice from nearly half a mile away and immediately turned her head.

It was unbelievable. A chill ran down my spine, as if I were being targeted by a venomous snake. What followed was nothing short of chaotic.

A clear light emanated from the armor on the girl's chest, and the vanished crystal lion reappeared. This time, without reins or a carriage, the elven girl leaped directly onto the lion's back and charged towards us.

Her arrival was clearly hostile, especially since the elven girl's momentum was like a massive army; it was obvious she was coming to slaughter us. The women beside me were still staring blankly, as if they thought she was coming to shake hands or hug us. I whistled angrily, and the well-trained Yu Ni immediately picked up Violet and threw her towards the crystal lion.

The beast's reaction was indeed swift. Violet quickly roared angrily, assumed a fighting stance, breathed out raging flames, flapped her dragon wings, summoned lightning, and launched a preemptive attack on the crystal lion. For magical beasts, the Jade Dragon Leopard was considered a fairly high-level beast, but this was a top-secret weapon of Solancia. Violet's fire and lightning were blown away by the gale before they even got close.

The Crystal Lion is an extremely high-level spirit beast with an exceptionally high ability to control the wind element. Not only is its speed-boosting ability incredibly strong, but the raging wind barrier it creates is more effective than any other barrier. Even on the battlefield, it can easily traverse through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Violet's fire and electricity were easily repelled, and before she could unleash another wave, she was heavily trampled by the lion's claws, falling to the ground in an extremely pathetic state.

"Whoa! Well done! That stomp felt so good!"

Seeing my nemesis make a fool of himself, I was the most pleased, clapping loudly, wishing that the lion would deliver another swipe and crush Violet flat, thus eliminating one of my rivals for Xue's affections. However, I clapped too loudly, which drew a reproachful look from Xue.

"Master!"

"Haha, sorry, I revealed my true feelings for a moment. Hmm, Xue, Violet is dead, you avenge your pet."

"Violet isn't dead yet!"

Xue protested earnestly, but still took a stance and began to block the lion's attack. Although Violet suffered a humiliating defeat, it bought us precious time. Yu Ni flapped her wings and flew out first to meet the crystal lion, while Xue cast spells to cover Yu Ni's attack.

The Great Wizard's carefully cast Netherworld Fire was much stronger than Violet's. Although it was still stopped by the Wind Barrier, the crystal lion paused its movements, allowing Yu Ni to break through the gap in the Wind Barrier and directly attack the elven girl controlling the lion.

"Whoa~"

The young knight reacted with lightning speed, letting out a whistle as she lightly leaped off the lion. Her movements appeared so graceful and light, but with the aid of wind elements, her overall speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she had shaken off Yu Ni and was closing in on us. Yu Ni tried to change her move to intercept, but the lion attacked her instead, restraining her.

(Damn it! This is really coming on strong. Xue is not good at close combat. If this elf bitch breaks through, it will be difficult to deal with. Unfortunately, Violet and Yu Ni are both exhausted. Hmm, is there anyone else I can use as a meat shield?)

As this thought popped into my head, I turned to look around and saw Mao Yan'an dragging Charlotte away at full speed. Charlotte was frantically taking pictures of me with her camera, while Mao Yan'an was shouting as he ran.

"Nephew, your uncle knows you're incredibly skilled and can easily handle this bitch. Uncle's taking this burden away so you won't be distracted, hahaha, no need to thank me too much, just remember to treat me to a midnight snack tonight~~~" Damn

this delinquent middle-aged man, if we escape safely later, I'll make you eat shit to your heart's content tonight! You better wash your mouth and wait!

A brief interlude ensued, and the elven girl was intercepted by Ah Xue from more than ten feet away. For a mage, this was a dangerous distance. Although a mage could still gain the upper hand within this distance, if the enemy used speed to close the gap by three or five feet, it would easily turn into close combat, which was very disadvantageous for Ah Xue, who wasn't protected by Yu Ni and Violet.

"Deep and ancient dark winds, heed my will, all things that harm us, may they stay away, may they not approach."

After more than a year of training, Ah Xue had accumulated a lot of practical experience. With a simple chant, the dark winds danced wildly, forming a barrier that blocked the elven girl's advance. The silver armor gleamed, and the girl within seemed to be manipulating the atmosphere to break through the wind barrier. However, the gale, imbued with a dense aura of darkness, was not something she could easily control. Her slender figure was blocked by the wind barrier, unable to pass through.

The swirling dark wind barrier was merely a trick; the twenty-six stray white bone poison arrows were the real spectacle. Those struck by these arrows would rot and decay, causing immense damage. Ah Xue rarely unleashed such a powerful attack in a first encounter; this time, she probably felt confident in attacking because she saw the enemy's strength and armor.

The twenty-six white bone poison arrows covered various angles, making them difficult to dodge. However, the silver armor once again conjured a gale, slowing and deflecting the arrows' trajectory. Then, a bright silver light erupted from behind the elven girl, like lightning, cleaving all twenty-six white bone poison arrows in two, turning them into ashes that scattered. The silver light, still possessing momentum, sliced through the dark wind barrier and continued its attack.

Fortunately, Ah Xue's third wave of attack arrived. The dense, continuous wall of ghostly fire blocked the silver light that had broken through two spells, and even pushed it back. Only then did the silver light subside, revealing its true form, transforming into a halberd standing proudly against the sun.

"Ah!"

Seeing this familiar long weapon, I suddenly realized, cursing myself for my poor memory. I hadn't even remembered the armor

I was wearing. Because of the war, countless elves in Solancia hated me to the bone, and they all wanted to kill me. But there was only one elven girl in my memory who wielded a halberd, wore silver moon armor, and looked at me as if I were her father's killer: Bianca Sheen.

Bianca and I not only have a blood feud over the murder of her brother and the humiliation of her sister-in-law, but last time she was defeated and captured at Lord Farrell's mansion, I teased and humiliated her, and finally gave her oral sex and facial ejaculation, leaving her filthy. With the pride of elves, this will probably become an eternal hatred, no wonder she goes mad as soon as she hears my voice.

It's said that she and Xue were destined to meet. They had fought each other at the Farrell Mansion, and the two were evenly matched. Almost two years had passed, and Bianca... wait? Xue had improved significantly since then, and should have been able to easily suppress Bianca. However, the two women had already fought more than ten rounds in the blink of an eye. Vacuum wind blades, bone barriers, tornado roars, hellish wailing... came and went, and the fight was extremely fierce. Although Xue still had a slight advantage, Bianca showed no signs of defeat and defended very steadily. Obviously, her strength had also improved by leaps and bounds since then.

(By the way, she originally had brown hair, but it looks completely silver now. Could this change in her physique be due to practicing some inhumanly harsh cultivation technique during this time, causing her power to increase dramatically?)

Ah Xue defended herself very well, and Bianca couldn't break through for the time being. I happened to be observing Bianca's movements from the sidelines and discovered that her Fangtian Halberd attacks and defenses revealed a master's style, no weaker than Leng Linglan. She was already a formidable opponent that could not be ignored and could no longer be regarded as an ordinary, ignorant girl.

Besides her martial arts skills, her figure could no longer be regarded as that of an ordinary girl either. Although most of her fragrant body was shrouded in armor, obscuring her face, my "wise eyes" could still discern the curves of her form: a slender, bony waist, firm and rounded buttocks, delicate, smooth, pink feet and calves. A bead of sweat slid down her bare back, across her slender waist, drawing a sensual line on her jade-like buttocks…

The image that flashed through my mind gave me immense stimulation. I vaguely remembered the unparalleled pleasure of performing oral sex on Bianca's tender tongue at Lord Farrell's mansion, completely defiling this upright young woman. I almost lost control.

Suddenly, my right hand trembled slightly. The hellish lust god residing within me seemed to be warning me of something, and at that moment, Ah Xue also sent a telepathic message, saying that strangers were approaching, and they didn't seem to be elves from Solancia, warning me to be careful.

If they weren't elves, then they shouldn't be Bianca's reinforcements, but what kind of group could they be?

On a whim, I instructed Ah Xue to deliberately create an opening so Bianca could break through. Bianca, who finally entered our five-foot radius, completely disregarded Ah Xue, acting like a suicide squad member, his eyes fixed solely on me, single-mindedly swinging his halberd in our direction.

I was fully focused on calculating the distance to my halberd and preparing for the possibility of my feigned attack failing. Just as I was about to launch a stun blast to stop him, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly shifted, and two powerful gusts of wind swept in from behind me, meeting Bianca's halberd in a sweeping attack.

(So they really came for me, now I'll lure them out!)

The two men who met Bianca's halberd strike on my behalf wore matching earth-yellow robes, deliberately concealing their appearance. But when faced with the sweeping halberd, they didn't block or dodge, instead using their bare bodies to withstand the blow. A deafening roar erupted, like two massive iron blocks colliding, sparks flying everywhere. The two men were swept away by Bianca's halberd, looking extremely disheveled, but the tip of the halberd remained untouched; they were completely unharmed.

"Berserkers?"

Bianca was already a sixth-level martial arts master. The fact that these two could withstand her attack with their bare bodies without injury, and produce a metallic sound, made me immediately think of berserkers among the Southern Barbarian orcs. After going berserk, they possess immense strength and bodies like steel. I've even heard that they actively embed metal into their bodies to increase their resistance. Only such extremely dangerous, crazed warriors could withstand Bianca's halberd strike like that.

However, the Southern Barbarians are thousands of miles away. Considering the geographical proximity, I immediately thought of another possibility.

(Hmm... Cihang Jingdian's authentic martial arts, the Thirteen-Level Golden Bell Shield?)

◆ Chapter Five: Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers

For over a year, in every battle, I tried to let Yu Ni and A Xue fight while I watched from the sidelines. However, this watching was far from leisurely, as I was constantly assessing what would happen if I were in the fight. How would I defeat my enemies?

This was my training, and I was proceeding cautiously and slowly. Since leaving the East Sea, I haven't had the opportunity to face enemies above level six, nor have I had a chance to test my skills. I've long wanted to find an opportunity not in public to test my abilities. However, Bianca wasn't a good test subject, because unless I was willing to kill her to silence her, attacking her with the Hellish God of Lust would be tantamount to exposing my trump card to all my enemies... Furthermore, watching her fight A Xue, I might very well be the one who gets killed.

Therefore, this ending couldn't be better. Two strange, robed figures suddenly appeared, blocking Bianca's path as she stood proudly with her halberd held horizontally, sealing off her attack on me.

"...Berserker?"

I vaguely heard Bianca say this, making a similar judgment to mine, but I quickly noticed something amiss. The two robed figures stood motionless like stone statues, appearing completely submissive, yet their earthen-yellow robes moved without wind, emitting a golden light, indicating that their internal energy circulated throughout their bodies, and that they had mastered authentic Buddhist hard skills. The

Golden Bell Shield's resistance was renowned throughout the world. Judging from their ability to withstand Bianca's halberd strike, they were undoubtedly well-known experts from the Cihang Jingdian. However, this alone was not enough to quell Bianca's hatred and anger, so another invisible pressure began to emerge.

(An ambush? The Eighteen Arhats of Cihang Jingdian?)

An invisible pressure came from all directions, clearly making us feel surrounded. Ah Xue and Yu Ni returned to my sides. The distant racetrack was also disturbed by the commotion, with more and more people gathering, clearly indicating that it was no longer suitable to continue fighting… All these things accumulated, finally causing the elven girl in silver armor to temporarily suppress her killing intent.

"John Farrell, don't be so smug, sooner or later…"

A sarcastic remark before leaving is a common habit of anyone with lingering resentment, but I wouldn't give her that chance. Before Bianca could finish speaking, I gave her the middle finger, arrogantly shaking it up and down.

I think this must have greatly stimulated Bianca, because her delicate body, wrapped in armor, actually trembled slightly. It's a pity we couldn't see her angry expression; otherwise, it would have been incredibly beautiful. She didn't say anything more, summoned her spirit beast, and rode away on her crystal lion. Although we didn't speak, we both knew that we would definitely have another chance to meet during the race… Of course, this also symbolized another battle.

(So that's what Phoenix meant...)

Only after Bianca left did I have time to recall Phoenix's advice from last time.

"Among the racers participating this time, there's one who has a long-standing grudge against you, handsome brother. Hehe, she's a little beauty you personally developed, so enjoy her!"

The list of racers was easy to find, so Phoenix's words weren't exactly prophecy. However, enjoying this little beauty seemed like a long shot, given the current situation. The flower Phoenix threw at me was indeed full of thorns; touching it would hurt.

One wave subsided, another rose. Bianca was gone, but these two golden muscle men and their sixteen fellow disciples hiding in the shadows appeared before me.

The feeling of being surrounded hadn't lifted. The Eighteen Arhats Formation of the Temple of Light shook the yellow earth. Even with Xue and Yu Ni as helpers, unless Xue could use the Great Sun Mirror again, we still couldn't break through. Of course, sacrificing Ah Xue and Yu Ni here might break the Eighteen Arhats Formation, but that would be too unprofitable, so it wasn't an option.

Two golden Arhats chanted a Buddhist prayer and politely waved me away, inviting me to follow them. Their manners were generally quite courteous, and forcing my way through wouldn't be worthwhile. I was about to tell Ah Xue and Yu Ni that I was going to go with these monks when suddenly several round balls rolled to my feet and exploded into a cloud of smoke, obscuring everything.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! I'm back to save you! Quickly, follow me and fight your way out!"

The howling and screaming were Mao Yan'an's, but why did this delinquent middle-aged man have to come back at this crucial moment to throw out a smoke bomb? A-Xue and Yu-Ni, unaware of my plan, rushed out with Mao Yan'an as soon as they were enveloped in the smoke. The eighteen Arhats outside, of course, tried to stop them, and a chaotic brawl ensued.

This smoke bomb was a unique formula I created using the yellow crystal; it wouldn't dissipate in the wind or be washed away by rain, making it incredibly effective for survival. That's why I gave it to Mao Yan'an as an escape tool. However, a troublesome drawback was that even I couldn't quickly clear the smoke.

With the surrounding area in complete chaos, A-Xue and Yu-Ni were stuck together. If they managed to break through, I would be surrounded and beaten by the eighteen Arhats alone, which would be disastrous. Forced by circumstances, I, who had originally intended to remain still, was also compelled to make my way out and slip away first.

To conserve my strength, besides spying, my most frequent activity during battles over the past year has been escaping amidst the chaos. So, I'm quite experienced at using smoke to escape, quickly leaving the noise behind and slipping away unnoticed… However, by the time I realized it, I was completely separated from my companions.

Thinking as I walked, I considered leaving the racetrack through the side door. Although there was a lock, Hyakkimaru could easily slice through it with a flick of his wrist; it wouldn't be a problem.

(What's that old man doing? Throwing smoke bombs randomly when we're surrounded? He's not doing it on purpose, is he? Although judging from the situation, it's plausible…)

Looking back, no companions were following. I hesitated, wondering if I should sneak back to check and help in the chaos, but just as I thought that, a Buddhist chant came from ahead.

"Amitabha!"

I looked up and was startled. A bald, long-browed thief had appeared silently three feet in front of me; I could easily bump into him.

"Benefactor, in a person's life, there are karmic connections and karmic connections."

The bald man spoke calmly. His head was bald, but not bright. Two long eyebrows drooped to the left and right. His appearance was peculiar. He was tall and thin, looking as if all the moisture had been drained from his body. His face looked unusually old, and he wore a drab, old monk's robe. He stood there silently, his face full of sorrow, looking more like a beggar than an alms giver, making one want to throw him some spare change.

However, Buddhist eccentrics often have unusual appearances. Last time, Master Ku had a kind and benevolent face, but this beggar monk was withered and emaciated. It seemed he must be an important figure in the Cihang Jingdian, waiting here to intercept me. Judging from the guesses, he might be one of the three Arhats of the Xin generation, a fellow disciple of Master Ku. I wondered if he was a fool or a wretch.

"Whether it's a karmic entanglement or a karmic connection, begging for alms is absolutely out of the question. Hey, monk, what's Master Ku's name to you? What are you up to by guarding this place?"

While exchanging pleasantries, I pondered my next move. Should I suddenly summon the Hellish God of Lust for a risky battle, kill him to silence him, and then escape, or simply rely on my words to get through this predicament? This monk, though thin, didn't seem old. What if he was just a disciple of Master Ku?

If I let him intimidate me like this, how would I face anyone afterward? (Hmm, I'll test him with the Lustful Spirit. If he's so easily defeated, then he's nothing special, and a simple silence will suffice.)

Having made up my mind, I was about to make a sneaky move when a deafening lion's roar from behind made me abandon my plan. Bianca's arrival forced me to shift my focus.

The high monk didn't stand before me like the Eighteen Arhats, indicating he had no intention of stopping Bianca's attack, or perhaps he simply lacked the ability to stop it, or even intended to use Bianca to kill me. In any case, I had to rely on myself.

As Bianca rode the Crystal Lion, slowly swinging her halberd and approaching me step by step, her silver armor emitting a faint glow, I, who was preparing to summon the god of lust from hell, suddenly had a strange premonition.

Just as the Crystal Lion wasn't the true form of this spirit beast, Bianca's true skill certainly wasn't this halberd. After nearly two years of relentless training, Bianca had likely developed even stronger and more formidable martial arts techniques, but she simply didn't reveal them easily. If I were to be careless because of this, I was guaranteed to die a horrible death after we clashed.

(But... what exactly is Bianca's secret weapon? A hidden weapon? Or some kind of magic?)

I dared not take this question lightly, because a moment's carelessness could cost me my life. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to pursue the truth, because just as Bianca's lion was closing in, the beggar thief behind me, who hadn't moved an inch, suddenly made his move.

He didn't deliberately rush in front of me to block me, because there was no need for that. Although I didn't see how the great monk made his move, a soft yet dazzling white light suddenly emanated from behind me, like a great wheel of Dharma turning, illuminating all directions.

(I've seen this kind of Buddhist light before, it's...)

The gentle, sacred aura spread in all directions, dispelling all evil and ominous energy. I had seen this scene not long ago, when Master Ku and Yu Ni were fighting, using the ultimate technique of the Cihang Jingdian. But the Buddhist light at this moment was ten times stronger than when Master Ku used it. Wherever it passed, it transformed into seven-colored glazed flames, blooming lotus flowers, a harbinger of a fierce attack.

The Cihang Jingdian Sect Master's Divine Skill - Tathagata Palm!

The ground exploded with a cracking sound, as if dozens of giant pythons were rapidly burrowing into the earth, creating a large bulge half a foot in diameter. This then unleashed a surge of powerful earth energy, shattering the ground within a five-foot radius. A dazzling golden light erupted, and a powerful storm of earth and rocks surged forth. However, it didn't directly attack Bianca; instead, it created a violent vortex of earth and rocks, throwing her and the lion far away with a scream, sending her dozens of feet away before she landed awkwardly, but without any real injury.

I've heard of this move before; it's called "Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers." It usually uses the power of the exploding earth and rocks to kill enemies, not the storm of earth and rocks to sweep people away. If, at the moment the ground exploded, the exploding earth and rocks, along with the palm force bursting from the ground, had all struck Bianca, then no matter how strong her armor was, she would inevitably have been injured.

However, despite Bianca's humiliating defeat, she was actually a highly skilled martial artist at the sixth level. This great monk, able to manipulate her with the Tathagata Palm as if playing with a child, must have possessed martial arts skills at the seventh level… no, perhaps even the pinnacle of the eighth level.

The sect leader's divine skill might occasionally be passed on to elders, but such power combined with the sect leader's divine skill… When that sole possibility appeared in my mind, I found my voice trembling as I politely asked my question.

"Um... um... I dare not ask your Dharma name, Master..."

"Amitabha, this humble monk's Dharma name is Xin Chan, and I am the current abbot of Cihang Jingdian. Admiral Farrell has made quite a name for himself in recent years, so he must know my name and purpose."

A loud bang echoed in my mind, leaving only the word "damn it" repeatedly reverberating. I actually ran into the enemy's big boss here. Counting all the powerful enemies on the table, apart from the Black Dragon King and the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts, Xin Chan the Bald Thief is the strongest. And I actually encountered him without any help. I'm sure he'll kill me to silence me now.

Judging from Xin Chan's martial arts, killing me would be as easy as turning his hand. No matter how confident I am in the God of Lust in Hell, I'm not arrogant enough to withstand a blow from the Tathagata's Palm. I just can't understand why Xin Chan hasn't made a move yet. Given the threat I pose to him, there's no way he wouldn't want to kill me. In fact, he might have just stood by and watched, using Bianca to kill me.

(Why didn't he make a move? What was this hypocrite worried about?)

The answer was soon revealed when a person came out from the corridor behind Xin Chan, first bowed to Xin Chan, and then walked towards me.

"John, it's so good to see you're safe and sound. I was talking to my master about you nearby when I saw you getting into a fight, so I rushed over immediately."

"Fang, thank you so much. I really wish you could have arrived sooner, then I wouldn't have been so worried."

Actually, I wish Fang had eyes in the back of his head, because if he did, he would have seen how strange, how...unfriendly, his master's gaze was towards me.

With this overly upright disciple present, Monk Xin Chan had to maintain his image as a high-ranking monk and couldn't do anything to me. Fang Qingshu explained to me that the case of Elder Zhi Shan's murder was of great importance, and with the Black Dragon Society's ninja army having infiltrated the Golden Flower Federation, Xin Chan was worried that I, as a witness, would be targeted. Therefore, he specially brought the Eighteen Arhats south to track the Black Dragon Society's ninja army's movements and also for my safety.

(If I believed you, I'd soon be a ghost. For my safety? Are you afraid the Black Dragon Society's ninja army is incompetent and you're personally coming down to find an opportunity to silence me?)

In any case, with Fang Qingshu here, Xin Chan lost his chance to act. We could only put on masks together and have a so-called polite conversation.

Xin Chan asked about Elder Zhishan's murder on Fengling Island. I denied everything, saying I knew nothing. Xin Chan obviously didn't believe me and tried to persuade me. I, on the other hand, pushed the matter to Xin Deng and Yu Hong, saying that I had promised them that I wouldn't say anything even if I knew something without their permission.

Later, when the topic of the Black Dragon Society's threat came up, Xin Chan said that I had once been an enemy of the Black Dragon Society and knew its secrets best. He wanted to speak with me privately to inquire about the situation. I repeatedly declined, telling him to consult Li Huamei directly. Then he mentioned that the Black Dragon Society's ninja army had come to the Golden Finch Flower Federation with ulterior motives, most likely to assassinate us. He hoped I would move to a branch temple of Cihang Jingdian for protection. If I agreed, it would be like jumping into a death trap; who knows if the monks in the temple would suddenly turn into ninjas and stab me in the back.

"You firmly refuse, and I cannot force you. However, with the misfortunes of Uncle Zhishan and Junior Brother Ku, the people within Jingdian are indignant. Even Senior Sister Xin Jian has made an exception and inquired. Perhaps she will soon personally descend the mountain to wipe out the Black Dragon Society's ninja army. At that time, your safety will truly be guaranteed."

Xin Jian Shenni, one of the five strongest people in the world, the number one expert of the Light God Palace!

Hearing that this person might personally descend the mountain sent a shiver of fear through me, but I remained outwardly calm and politely declined.

"In any case, thank you for your kindness, Master, but before my defense lawyer... oh no, before Master Xin Deng and Miss Yu Hong step in, I cannot agree to anything or say anything more."

A private conversation turned into a simple verbal tug-of-war, and the atmosphere was certainly not pleasant. But setting aside the sense of crisis I felt, this opportunity was actually quite rare. I could meet the enemy's leader up close and carefully observe the feeling he gave me. After all, under normal circumstances, given my status, I would never have the opportunity to meet the leader of the bandit gang alone.

The monk Xin Chan had been in charge of the Cihang Jingdian Temple for over ten years, and his fame had spread far and wide since I was a child. However, compared to his renown, he himself appeared rather amiable and unhurried. His squinting eyes, almost half-closed and hidden by long eyebrows, made him look like a thin, decaying old dog, utterly harmless. Looking at him closely, he was far from the image of a virtuous monk people spoke of. Especially after being lectured for a while, he seemed more like an old beggar pleading with me, filling me with annoyance and making me want to get rid of him as soon as possible…

“Amitabha, benefactor… benefactor, why are you taking out copper coins? Is there something you need?”

"Huh? Why did I automatically take money out of my pocket? This... This monk's magic is amazing! Uh, no, it's because the master's personal charisma is too strong, this junior couldn't help but... uh... this..."

I stammered, unable to find the right words, but Fang Qingshu turned his head and chuckled. Judging from his expression, I was definitely not this demonic monk's first victim. No wonder Cihang Jingdian has prospered so much since Xinchan took over the sect, and its wealth has never been lacking for many years.

"Amitabha, benefactor, all good and evil are predestined. A person's life has good karma and bad karma." Xinchan muttered strangely, "Qingshu, you go outside and keep watch. Don't let anyone in. I need to talk to Benefactor Farrell about something."

Benefactor Farrell? That's quite an awkward title, but now is not the time to worry about trivial matters, because my biggest lifeline is to respond and walk out without looking back, leaving me alone to face the leader of the thieves.

(That idiot Fangzi actually disappeared without a trace, leaving me all alone. Surely this bald beggar wouldn't be so ruthless?)

I tried to comfort myself with this thought, but I wasn't even slightly confident. After all, if Xin Chan were to strike me on the forehead with his Tathagata Palm technique, he could instantly kill me. Then, he could fabricate a story about a Black Dragon Society ninja suddenly emerging from the shadows, killing someone, and disappearing in a flash. Even if Fang Qingshu had doubts, there would be nothing he could do.

"Benefactor, a person's life has both good and bad karma..."

He returned to the same sentence from the beginning, but this time it was much more severe. Xin Chan indicated that although I had completely absolved myself of responsibility, now the whole world knew that I was a member of the Black Dragon Society. If I didn't pull back from the brink, the final result would inevitably be heinous crimes.

"Haha, you're quite the concocter of charges, Great Monk. You say I'm a member of the Black Dragon Society, but what evidence do you have? Surely the Black Dragon King didn't tell you himself, did he? How about I say you're colluding with the Black Dragon Society too? That works, doesn't it?"

Too much hypocritical pleasantries are pointless, so I decided to be blunt, to avoid both of us wearing masks and going in circles until nightfall.

"You bald rascal! You don't mind me calling you that, do you? I'm always very direct. How you fabricate charges is up to you now; my words carry no weight, and no one will believe me anyway. But I'll give you a piece of advice: I have no interest in what you're doing with the Black Dragon King, or what you're trying to achieve with the Pure Mind Zen Society. If you're willing to bribe me, I might even pretend I know nothing."

I said, "But if you insist on forcing me into a corner, I won't sit idly by. Evidence of your collusion with the Black Dragon Society, what you're doing with the Southern Barbarians and the Snake Clan..." "Your conspiracy, and your secret plot to harm your uncle in order to keep your position as sect leader—I can not only expose it, but I also have evidence of it all. Don't underestimate the possibility of mutual destruction!"

I couldn't tell how effective this intimidation was. After hearing this, Xin Chan simply closed his eyes and remained silent, seemingly deep in thought. He looked like an old, withered tree, making it difficult to discern his emotions. After a long while, he opened his eyes, as if he hadn't heard what I said at all, and calmly indicated that as long as I agreed to one thing, I could leave freely.

"What is it? You don't want me to swallow a sword or be boiled in oil, do you? You're supposed to be a master strategist, if you kill me here, your mask will be ruined."

"Amitabha, this old monk asks for little, just that the young benefactor listen to this old monk recite a sutra, that's enough."

In this situation, I had no choice but to agree. After all, listening to him recite a sutra was more worthwhile than taking a blow from his Tathagata Palm. Although there are supernatural powers like "Lion's Roar" in Buddhist martial arts, these kinds of martial arts that use sound waves to injure people are extremely loud and cannot be hidden from Fang Qingshu. Anyway, I had no other choice, so I might as well gamble on him.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, thus transcending all suffering and distress..."

True to his reputation as the number one hypocrite of this Loess Plateau, the monk's chanting was quite impressive. With palms clasped together, a benevolent expression, and the radiant power of the mantra he emanated, the sound of the chanting seemed to transport one to a cloud of light, bathed in sunlight and fragrant breezes—warm, comforting, and utterly pleasant.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form; so too are feeling, perception, volition, and consciousness..."

I was on guard against Xin Chan taking advantage of the chanting to make a move, or launching a surprise attack with some kind of light magic, but I still miscalculated. I never expected that after a few lines of scripture were recited, I would feel as if I were immersed in a bucket of warm water, and I would not be able to muster any strength in my limbs. What's worse, the magical power accumulated in my body gradually disappeared in the chanting.

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing; therefore, in emptiness there is no form, no sensation, no perception, no mental formations, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, dharma; no eye-consciousness, and so forth, up to no mind-consciousness; no ignorance, and also no end of ignorance, and so forth, up to no old age and death, and also no end of old age and death; no suffering, no origination,

no cessation, no path; no wisdom, and also no attainment..." The chanting changed from slow to fast, each word as rapid as a woodpecker pecking at a tree, yet it was clearly audible. With each word, my magic power diminished a little, startling me so much that cold sweat poured down my back. My whole body felt like it was trapped in an endless nightmare, and no matter how anxiously I tried to move, I couldn't.

Theoretically speaking, magic is also a kind of energy accumulation. As long as it is energy, it can be used to resonate with opposite energies to cancel each other out. However, this is only a theoretical statement. I have never heard of anyone being able to neutralize a spellcaster's magic power without touching the body, simply by chanting scriptures. If he can do this, he can definitely neutralize a martial artist's internal energy by chanting scriptures. Such ability is truly terrifying.

(This bald thief's methods are ruthless. If he keeps doing this, I won't be able to hold on for long. I need to quickly regain control of my body, or at least cover my ears with my hands...)

That's what I thought, but putting it into practice is not so easy. Monk Xin Chan is the head of Cihang Jingdian. He has countless experiences in setting up altars and casting spells throughout his life. His magical power is far more profound than mine. I have no way to avoid this direct confrontation of energy. My entire mind is firmly suppressed by him. No matter how much I bite my tongue, my whole body is numb and I can't move.

"Because of what I have attained, Bodhisattvas, relying on Prajnaparamita, have no hindrance in their minds. Because there is no hindrance, there is no fear. They are far removed from distorted views and dreams, and ultimately attain Nirvana. All Buddhas of the three times, relying on Prajnaparamita, attain Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi. Therefore, know that Prajnaparamita is the great divine mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra, the unequaled mantra, capable of removing all suffering, truly and without falsehood..."

The chanting of the sutra was nearing its end, and it seemed that the bald thief's wicked plan was about to succeed when a commotion suddenly arose outside. It seemed that someone was rushing over and clashing with Fang Qingshu. This turn of events was greatly advantageous to me, and I was secretly delighted. However, the bald thief Xin Chan was also alert and quickened his chanting pace. At this critical moment of life and death, a voice rang out behind me.

"Master!"

A clear, urgent voice told me that Ah Xue had arrived. My heart was relieved, but then I heard the chanting turn into a startled cry.

"Ah!"

Xin Chan, who had been focused on chanting scriptures, suddenly stopped and looked behind me with utter astonishment and confusion. Having been fortunate enough to escape a great calamity, a sense of foreboding immediately arose in my mind.

(Uh, was this savior really the right person to come?)

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