【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 4-6 Author: Nongyu

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[Alibuda Chronicle]

Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: The Blade of Shattered Dreams

While the various kingdoms of the land were holding peace talks in Alibuda, the forces on the high seas were not idle either. According to the intelligence we later obtained, "Golden Admiral" Li Huamei originally planned to personally go to Sara to facilitate the talks, unite the forces of the various kingdoms on the land, and jointly deal with the Black Dragon Society.

However, the Black Dragon Society seemed to have also noticed this, so it launched a fierce attack on the resistance forces, making it impossible for Li Huamei to spare any attention, and she had to stay behind to oversee the battle. When the peace talks stalled, the Black Dragon Society, which had been maintaining a fierce attack, also showed signs of fatigue and slowed down. Li Huamei then secretly left the East Sea and headed towards Alibuda.

Unfortunately, the Black Dragon Society somehow learned of this. Taking advantage of Li Huamei's absence, they cleverly lured out the greedy rebel fleet. After a feigned retreat and pursuit lasting dozens of miles, they set fire to the fleet, severely damaging it. Countless skilled warriors and generals were killed or wounded. Their initial arrogance turned into a bloodbath in their hasty escape. If Li Huamei hadn't returned in time and led her troops to intercept the Black Dragon King's six sea generals, halting the enemy's pursuit, more than half of the rebels might have perished in this battle.

The casualties were arguably the heaviest in recent years. The Black Dragon Society, having won this battle, was greatly boosted in prestige. Besides regaining control of the East China Sea, it also directly demonstrated its ambition to dominate the world and advance onto land. When this news reached the nations of Sara, who were holding a long-term meeting, it was as if a major earthquake had struck. The weaker nations were filled with fear, and even the five strongest nations had to reconsider their original positions.

When Mao Yan'an and I heard about this change, we found it difficult to discern the true expression on our faces. I was initially a little worried that Bianca's actions might enrage Lunfer, potentially altering our previous agreement. However, the news of the Black Dragon Society's resounding victory in the East China Sea drastically changed the international situation overnight. Given Lunfer's intelligence, he wouldn't be foolish enough to oppose the international community.

Even the President of the Golden Flower Federation had to admire our luck.

"It's truly unbelievable how lucky you are,"

Ryan remarked. If this news had arrived a few days earlier, he wouldn't have had to make that ridiculous agreement with Mao Yan'an, exchanging his family's heirloom for a successful peace negotiation, or even resort to the Pure Thought Zen Society's force, thus arousing Ishtar's suspicion and creating unnecessary complications.

But someone like him, once he made a promise, naturally couldn't go back on it. Besides, after Mao Yan'an and I checked our intelligence channels, we learned that after the Black Dragon Society's resounding victory, many businessmen and industrialists in the Golden Flower Federation were filled with anxiety, believing that the country still needed a strong leader and that public opinion should dominate the political situation. The parliament had already passed an amendment, which not only extended Ryan's term but could even overturn the results of the previous presidential election.

Exchanging a family heirloom for political power in the Golden Flower Federation was a very worthwhile deal for Ryan and the Buffett family, so he had no intention of going back on his word. Instead, he urged Mao Yan'an to handle the situation with Ishtar and Solancia as soon as possible so that he could get his due spoils.

"Bullshit! What do you mean, 'you deserve the spoils'? That Sage's Bracelet should be mine!" I roared. "I did everything myself. I was the one who dealt with Ishtar, and I was the one who settled things with Solancia. You, this delinquent middle-aged man, contributed nothing. What right do you have to take the prize?"

"Nephew, I agree with you, but things in this world are hard to predict. It's not necessarily true that whoever puts in more effort will get more. Sometimes, no matter how much you do, you're destined to work for nothing."

As if he couldn't be satisfied without speaking with barbs, Mao Yan'an shrugged and said, "Like Ryan, who worked so hard, and in the end, you still reaped the benefits. If he had known that there would be a major change in the East China Sea, do you think he would have been willing to be taken advantage of like this?"

Although annoying, he wasn't wrong. Just like now, I clearly don't want to help Ryan anymore, nor do I want to complete that bet that is meaningless to me, but for the Dragon Girl sister of the East China Sea, I must facilitate the peace talks and get the countries to provide actual military aid in order to help her disadvantage.

What we need to deal with now is the last stubborn one, the witch Narcissas of Ishtar.

Perhaps because we have already stated our positions, the people of Ishtar have changed their attitude towards us this time. Although the faces of those mages are still as sour as ever, the ones who let us through the door are a team of flamboyant and sexy female guards.

"Is that General Farrell and Mr. Oren?"

"We sisters have long admired your names. Hehe, you two are truly handsome and imposing. Meeting you is even more impressive than hearing about you."

"General Farrell, you are a young hero. Every time I hear about your unparalleled achievements, I get hot down there... Hehe, Mr. Oren's little thing is so sexy."

Eighteen beautiful young female warriors, with bare shoulders, low-cut dresses, and high slits revealing their legs, showed off most of their snow-white, full breasts and long, shapely legs. They were extremely sexy and charming. When leading us into the hall, they did not care about our status at all. They laughed and chatted, making us feel like we were in a gentle paradise. It was even more sensual and exciting than the brothels in Sara City. There was not a trace of tension.

Mao Yan'an was dressed as a wandering swordsman in red. He put on sunglasses and acted cold and calm. He did not care about women at all. He strode forward, but I guessed that he must have regretted it so much that he wanted to scream. To enter a flower garden without getting close, and to be unable to act freely, is this not a regrettable thing in life?

Escorted by a group of beautiful young women, we entered Narcissus's reception hall. We didn't see a single mage along the way; it seemed this group of young female guards were Narcissus's confidants, not mages.

"Alright, everyone here is straightforward, let's conduct the transaction clearly. General Farrell, you've even invited Mr. Oren this time. If you're not planning to renege, then you must be handing over what you promised me."

Narcissus's smile held a sharp edge. If we went back on our word, or if our scheme was exposed, we'd likely pay a price to escape unscathed.

The negotiations were mainly handled by Mao Yan'an. Despite my worries, I could only watch quietly as she handled the situation. His first question to Narcissus was: Rosetta had joined the alliance this morning, and Solancia had just issued a statement of joining. With such a shift in the international situation, could she really remain unscathed and allow the Black Dragon Society to grow to the point of threatening Ishtar?

"What a joke! What Solancia and Rosetta decide is none of my business. I, Ishtar, specialize in harming others without benefiting myself. You two aren't so naive as to think that words about the well-being of the earth can sway me, are you? Today's matter is clear: if our deal succeeds, the peace agreement is reached; if the deal fails… although I did oppose the alliance with the Black Dragon Society before, do you think I can't change my stance?"

Women are inherently fickle creatures, especially Ishtar's witch. How could we not believe her when she speaks like this? After hearing this, Mao Yan'an smiled slightly, took the cloth bag from his waist, placed it on the table, and then began to speak.

As for Famit's six dark summoned beasts, even I don't understand them. So when I asked Mao Yan'an to fabricate them, I only gave him the five-word clue of "dark summoned beasts." I'm very curious about what he can come up with.

As a result, Mao Yan'an first explained to Narcissus that the Dark Summoning Beast is just like most black magic, except that during its training, it incorporates the beast magic that is popular in the Southern Barbarians. First, you need to find a resentful soul, whether human or beast, and absorb moonlight on a full moon night. Then, using a unique incantation, you can refine this soul into a soul beast, which will then be driven by the summoner. The stronger the summoner's magic power and the deeper the bond between them and the summoned beast, the greater the power of the summoned beast.

This explanation seemed to align with the basic principles of dark magic, and at first glance, it appeared flawless. Narcissus, however, remained skeptical and inquired about the detailed training methods from Mao Yan'an.

"To cultivate a dark summoning beast, the chosen spirit beast is crucial. If its qualities are insufficient or its resentment weak, even with the correct training method, it will ultimately fail."

"Oh? Mr. Oren, you must have come prepared?"

"Indeed. If I simply brought a training method without a suitable spirit beast, I wouldn't be able to convince you. Therefore, we specially prepared a fierce spirit from the East Sea for you—the Tamako Spirit Cat?"

"The Tamako Spirit Cat? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Ishtar is located inland, far from the sea. How would it know about the fierce spirits and evil creatures of the East Sea?"

Mao Yan'an spoke calmly and confidently, then began to recount an ancient legend from the East Sea.

Long ago, on an island nation in the East Sea, there lived a young girl named Kitamura Tamako, the daughter of a general's concubine. From a young age, she was considered unattractive, and as she grew older, she became even uglier. Because of this, her father never saw her, and Tamako felt nothing for him. She became increasingly withdrawn, avoiding everyone, even her mother and sister, who considered ugliness a contagious plague.

The only companion Tamako had was her ever-smiling doll, which she always held every night. Finally, at the tender age of fifteen, just as her youthful years were beginning, the sorrowful girl, overwhelmed by despair and world-weariness, hanged herself in her room. Because of Tamako's reclusive nature, no one in her family ever entered her room, not even servants.

Grief and resentment caused her body to undergo bizarre changes. Her hair grew from her waist to the floor, and her clothes were stained dark red before her mother discovered the body and wept bitterly.

After the funeral, the mother could not forget the horrific scene and took all the blame upon herself. And so, the mother grew weaker with grief, eventually dying of sorrow. Even in her dying moments, she clutched the doll her daughter had cherished, as if believing she would follow her daughter in death.

The whole affair seemed to fade into obscurity with the successive deaths of mother and daughter. However, from then on, every night, the cawing of crows and faint sobs echoed from the general's mansion; the source of the woman's weeping was the room where the mother and daughter had hanged themselves. The only thing that belonged to them in that room was the doll with its snow-white, smiling face.

To quell the fear, the general commissioned a sculptor to carve the doll's face as a cat's, hoping this auspicious animal would ward off evil spirits. But to prevent it from making a sound, the general forbade the sculptor to carve a mouth on the cat's face. Thus, the doll remained in the sealed room for over a hundred years, until a mutiny occurred, and the entire Kitamura clan was massacred. Only then did the doll, looted by bandits, find its way into the outside world.

"...It's been so long, finding that cat doll wasn't easy, but with the help of the Cihang Jingdian, we finally found it."

If he truly relied on the power of the Cihang Jingdian, then Mao Yan'an's bet would automatically be considered lost. He only said this to make Narcissus more convincing, and even if he said it, she still wouldn't believe him immediately.

"What a beautiful story, but words are not enough. Mr. Oren, you're not just here to tell a story today, are you?"

Narcissus clapped with a smile, but from her eyes, she clearly scoffed at the story and didn't believe it much. Mao Yan'an's lie had completely failed.

"Of course it's not that simple. Miss Narcissus can tell at a glance whether it's true or false."

Mao Yan'an smiled and lifted the cloth bag, revealing a fluffy, snow-white thing inside. Although its fur looked like it had been there for a long time, judging from its smiling cat face, this was undoubtedly the Jade Spirit Cat that Mao Yan'an had just mentioned.

The story itself was fabricated, which wasn't surprising, but what was truly strange was that when Mao Yan'an produced the doll, Narcissa's expression changed. Her initial mockery turned into suspicion, and despite her best efforts to restrain herself, we could still see that she wanted to reach out and take the old doll.

"Well? It can't be fake. With Miss Narcissa's spiritual power, she can easily sense the deep resentment on the doll. It's extraordinary. With such a resentful doll, one can gradually achieve a minor success in just one full moon, and within two years, one can make the Dark Summoning Beast manifest and complete the technique."

Famit once swept across the land with six Dark Summoning Beasts, invincible in his time. This was naturally an extremely profound skill, and claiming the training speed was too fast would be hard to believe. Therefore, Mao Yan'an's words were fairly standard and without major problems. He also assured me that he and I would stay in Sara for a while, and if anything happened, we could settle accounts with him.

Ever since the doll was revealed, Narcissus had been staring at it intently, as if bewitched, completely ignoring our conversation. It wasn't until Mao Yan'an covered it with a cloth bag, pretending to take it away, that Narcissus seemed to snap out of her daze and finally reacted.

"Wait... alright, leave it here, it's a deal. I'll issue a statement later, joining the alliance, but let me make it clear beforehand, if I discover you've played any tricks, you know the consequences."

When a man tries to deceive a woman, doesn't he always agree without hesitation? We were no exception, vigorously patting our chests and swearing an agreement, practically ready to swear an oath in front of her.

And so, the final obstacle to the alliance, Ishtar, was dealt with by Mao Yan'an and me. As we left the inn and boarded the carriage, I let out a long sigh of relief. Reflecting on everything that had just happened, I didn't admire Mao Yan'an's eloquence—that was his livelihood—but I had to admire where he got that resentful doll.

If it weren't for the cat-faced doll captivating Narcissus and causing her to lose her usual wit, we would never have gotten away with it so easily. Although I am also a mage, my sensitivity to resentment isn't that good. However, judging from Narcissus's reaction, it's most likely true that the doll is imbued with resentment. Could it be that Mao Yan'an really went all out and gave Narcissus some kind of divine object?

When I asked him this, Mao Yan'an took off his sunglasses, revealing a fearful expression, and cautiously told me.

"Of course it's no ordinary thing. This spirit cat is extremely famous in the East Sea, especially among women. It possesses an inexplicable allure, making women deeply infatuated with it, and has caused countless troubles to date. The men of the East Sea hate it to the bone, hence the strong resentment."

"That powerful? It sounds like it has some skill. Take me to the East Sea to see it someday."

This wasn't a joke. I was starting to feel weary of everything happening in Sara City and wanted to travel. Coupled with hearing about the events in the East Sea, I felt it was time to go out and see for myself.

"I sincerely thank you both. Without your help, I would never have been able to accomplish such a great feat."

After we informed them of Narcissus's reaction, the entire Golden Flower Federation team was quite excited and invited us to a reception at the inn, where we received a very high level of hospitality. Naturally, I didn't see Yueying at the entire banquet, and no one offered me a "reasonable explanation."

Ryan Buffett was indeed a very magnanimous man. He didn't claim the glory of facilitating the alliance for himself, but openly told all his subordinates and staff that it was because of my efforts that the alliance was successful.

It was indeed a close call. Yueying's sudden scandal disrupted the entire plan of the Golden Flower Federation. All the advisors thought the alliance was doomed and beyond saving, and even the domestic legislative reform was doomed. Who knew I could turn the tide, single-handedly persuading Ishtar and Solancia? And the Black Dragon Society, to make matters worse, won a great victory at this critical juncture. Everything seemed to be preordained. Problems that couldn't be solved in the past few days were resolved in one fell swoop within two or three days.

"General Farrell, you are truly remarkable. We were able to succeed this time thanks to you."

"This is my business card. I am from the Golden Flower Federation... It's a pleasure to meet you."

This small banquet had the nature of a victory celebration, so there were many attendees, mostly from the Golden Flower Federation. They were all blond, blue-eyed, and impeccably dressed in suits, and they all seemed to be important figures. They were vying to shake my hand and hand me their business cards. I've heard that this is a characteristic of democratic countries, because presidents will leave office and cannot maintain their wealth and status for long. Therefore, the staff and officials around them will try to make extensive connections with powerful figures abroad in order to preserve their status when power changes.

"If this were a monarchy, then the crime of colluding with foreign vassals and plotting rebellion would be much more serious. But the Golden Flower Federation is a democracy, so such things don't exist."

As if to prove his point, Ryan smiled warmly, patted me heavily on the shoulder, and handed me a glass of fragrant red wine. He laughed, "Because it's a democracy, we don't need to worry about royal dignity, nor is there any issue of merit overshadowing the ruler. If you've made a great contribution, the credit belongs to you. There's absolutely no such thing as stealing credit."

Ryan laughed heartily, his long hair shining like gold, making him look like a majestic lion king. With his generous announcement, my status and position across the land naturally rose accordingly. This favor was given practically and effortlessly, and I could only smile wryly while expressing my admiration.

The small banquet was quite enjoyable for both host and guests. However, after the banquet, Ryan asked me to stay and speak with me privately with Hui Xiuchu.

(Damn it, what does this gay bastard want to talk to me about? Could it be that he's been caught?)

With a heavy heart, I dragged Mao Yan'an along to join the conversation. After a few words, I immediately felt relieved. It turned out that Ryan and Hui Xiuchu had come to see me because of what Hui Xiuchu had mentioned to me privately last time: that he wanted to teach me superior martial arts.

"John, you are the only heir of the Farrell family. Your Xuanwu True Skill is unparalleled. If it weren't a first-rate technique, it wouldn't be worthy of your attention. However... according to Master Xin Deng, John, you don't seem to be suited to practicing ordinary martial arts. So, after much thought, we've come up with a special martial art from the Divine Art of Light that we believe can be helpful to you."

Ryan explained to me that the martial art was a sealed sword technique. It seemed to have been created with the help of some forbidden spells or something similar. It was a rare magical martial art, not a simple martial art, so I should be able to learn it.

However, as far as I know, the conditions for creating this type of special martial art, which includes forbidden magic spells, are extremely difficult. It's not something you can create at will; it requires the perfect combination of timing, location, and people. Most are unintended consequences. The same applies to cultivation; those who wish to cultivate it often have to pay a heavy price…

Just as I hesitated, about to ask a question, Mao Yan'an suddenly exclaimed, "Forbidden martial arts? Swordsmanship? Could it be… the legendary 'Wife vs. Husband Swordsmanship,' sealed away in the Cihang Jingdian Palace for nearly a thousand years, by the blood-donating martial god?" "

Wife vs. Husband Swordsmanship?"

The name sounded like some regional dialect; I didn't quite understand it, but the moment I heard it, I felt a chill run down my spine. Whatever the reason, this swordsmanship must be extraordinary, undoubtedly containing the blood and tears of countless people.

Ryan and Hui Xiuchu exchanged a glance, both praising Mao Yan'an's extensive knowledge and accurate guess. Mao Yan'an then began to tell me a tragic story from a thousand years ago.

"The 'Wife Follows Husband's Knife Technique,' also known as the 'Wife Follows Husband's Knife Technique,' is, as the name suggests, a knife technique specifically designed to punish infidelity. Its origin is..."

The story takes place over a thousand years ago, a time of war and chaos. The title of strongest was not held by a single person, and one of the men who held that title was an unparalleled swordsman who never gave up. His name has long since faded with time, leaving behind only his glorious exploits of traversing countless seas of blood and carnage, and his unparalleled swordsmanship, as poetic, dreamlike, misty, and swift as the wind.

This great man's swordsmanship was honed through countless life-or-death experiences, resulting in an unparalleled blade. It's worth noting that in every battle, this swordsman emerged victorious, covered in wounds and blood, after a grueling struggle. To commemorate his unparalleled martial prowess, later generations revered him as the Blood-Donating Martial God.

Every battle the Blood-Donating Martial God fought was for justice, yet this great man, while praised by the world, endured immense sorrow. Every love in his life ultimately left him—either eloping with another, viewing him as an enemy, or being killed by his enemies; none remained by his side.

Later, when this great swordsman finally fell, his unparalleled swordsmanship was collected by the Cihang Jingdian Palace. However, whether it was because of deep resentment or a curse, every man who tried to practice this swordsmanship suffered the misfortune of having an affair during the practice. No matter how chaste their wives were, they all eventually became promiscuous women, eloping with their lovers, and even murdering their husbands.

"...A wife cheating on her husband, a fiancée breaking off a engagement—that's not even the worst of it. There was once a monk at Cihang Jingdian who practiced a sword manual, thinking monks wouldn't be cursed. Who knew that halfway through his practice, his elderly mother back home was caught in adultery and killed by her lover? When the news reached him, this great monk went mad with rage, killing anyone he saw—the infamous Blood Blade Monk of centuries past. Cihang Jingdian spent a great deal of effort to subdue him

." Mao Yan'an sighed. "Because of these horrifying legends, the Light God Palace sealed this peerless sword technique, forbidding its disciples from practicing it. However, when martial arts elders discuss the strongest sword techniques in history, no one forgets this 'Wife vs. Husband' sword technique."

That's enough! It truly is a terrifyingly powerful sword technique. Anyone who practices it will inevitably be cuckolded, and possibly more and more cuckolded. What pimp in the world could endure such humiliation?

After hearing Mao Yan'an recount the story behind this sword technique, my expression changed slightly, and I looked at Ryan. This sword technique was so dangerous; was he deliberately mocking me by giving me such a forbidden technique?

"Don't misunderstand, John," Ryan explained gently with a smile, "Although this sword technique has ominous legends, those are all from hundreds of years ago. Besides, when that senior entrusted the Cihang Jingdian to find someone to pass on the technique, he said that as long as one is a righteous person with a pure heart, capable of wielding a sword to protect the common people, one can transcend the malevolence contained in this technique and unleash its supreme power."

Although his words were euphemistic, I could still understand the meaning: because I had no wife, no lover, no sisters, and didn't even know who my mother was, I had no female relatives. Even if I encountered a curse, I wouldn't be able to be cursed, making me the perfect candidate to practice this "Wife to Husband" technique.

I smiled in response, but cursed him inwardly.

Even without female relatives and with my relationship with Yueying already broken, I still have a pretty female disciple by my side. If she trains to the point that Xue cheats on me, how can I face anyone? This gay bastard, if he has such perverted skills, he should train them himself. Why recommend them to me? The best thing he could do is castrate himself in the first chapter, then his wife would cuckold him...

This thought had just risen when I suddenly felt a pain in my chest. I thought of Yueying, and a feeling of grief and indignation welled up in my chest. I almost jumped up and screamed.

However, in the end, I still chose to accept the sword manual as a thank you gift. Since I couldn't really give Ryan a good beating, at least I could take some benefits. Even if I didn't practice it, it didn't mean I wouldn't need it. Keeping an extra martial arts manual was always beneficial.

"Alright, this is the sword manual. I hope that one day you can make it shine again, like that senior from hundreds of years ago, wielding your sword to defend the righteousness of the world."

The sword manual that Hui Xiuchu handed over was not a book or scroll, but a broken sword, only half of it. There was no scabbard; it was simply wrapped in a cloth with incantations written on it. As soon as it was opened, its sharp light was like a clear, cold spring, making one's eyes go cold.

The broken sword was not long, and there was a steel ring at the end of the hilt, which was probably a variation when wielding the sword. The blade was clear like ice crystals, and it was hard to tell that it was an ancient artifact that had been passed down for thousands of years. There were three shocking diagonal bloodstains on the broken blade, marks left by countless evil villains killed in the past.

When I held the knife up to the moonlight at an angle, I saw countless tiny characters appear on the blade, all inscribed with the sword's techniques and inner principles. At the very beginning of all the characters were three deeply etched, powerful characters: "

Shattered Dream Blade!"
◆ Chapter Two: The Uninvited Guest

After bidding farewell to Ryan's banquet, we naturally left immediately, but we didn't rest. According to our estimation, Ishtar would issue a statement tomorrow, and our efforts would then come to an end.

I've clearly considered this over the past two days; once things are settled with Sarah, I'll go to the East Sea. Now it's time to put this idea into practice. Using my position, I had the military arrange transportation for me, so I can depart at any time.

As for travel expenses, during this period, holding an important position, I've maintained excellent relationships with my subordinates and many merchants. The result of these frequent exchanges between officials and merchants is that the national treasury flows into the merchant treasury, and the merchant treasury then flows into our own treasury. Therefore, although His Majesty the King's salary isn't much, the results of my "harvest" over the past ten days have been quite substantial.

Arrangements were made, and travel funds were sufficient; we could depart at any time. Although staying in the capital would prevent Narcissus from causing any harm, the suffocating feeling of being here made me constantly want to leave.

As we left the inn, Hui Xiuchu seemed to want to say something to us, but ultimately said nothing. A speeding carriage stopped just before us, and a woman in a cloak leaned out of the window, speaking softly,

"Excuse me... are you General Farrell?"

The voice was soft, but having recognized it so well, I immediately recognized it. I was both surprised and delighted, because before I left Sara, there was something that had been troubling me: I had been unable to contact Zhizhi.

I couldn't find out for myself, and I couldn't just go and ask Leng Linglan directly. After several failed attempts, I was almost ready to give up, but unexpectedly, Zhizhi came to me of her own accord.

"You middle-aged scoundrel, cover for me here, I'm going out for a bit."

I tossed the chores to Mao Yan'an, gave him a brief explanation, and immediately boarded the carriage. The curtains fell, and the driver spurred the horse forward. I recognized the carriage as belonging to a sizable chain of rental companies in Sara City. Seeing that all four windows were covered with thick curtains, it was clear that Zhizhi had taken precautions to ensure privacy during my visit.

The wheels sped across the cobblestone streets, but the sturdy and heavy carriage remained perfectly still. All vibrations were absorbed by the thick carpet. When the curtains were drawn, even outside noise was blocked out, creating a quiet, private space within the carriage.

The lights inside were off, and the person opposite me remained hidden in the darkness, silent except for intermittent soft breathing. This suited me well, because this carriage still wasn't a good place to talk. If we wanted to discuss something private, we needed to avoid being overheard; it would be more appropriate to choose another place.

From her earlier call, Zhizhi already knew my identity, which didn't surprise me. The ambush at the villa that day had caused quite a stir; everyone knew I'd been there. Logically, Zhizhi should have easily guessed who I was. Even if it was just a guess, it had just been confirmed. My admission and boarding the train had brought everything to the surface.

"I'm not used to silence. Although this isn't a good environment, we can say what we need to say now, otherwise I feel like we're about to have a showdown."

The question wasn't exactly friendly, and the response I received was a low reply from the other side.

"I...I might leave Alibuda soon for a visit to Solancia."

"Oh?"

"Prince Lunfiel has asked me three times, and Her Highness the Princess has also expressed her approval, so I might go to Solancia for a technical visit."

"...So? Did you come here today to ask for my opinion, or simply to report your decision?"

Asking this question, I wasn't very confident myself. This was something I had been worried about. With Zhizhi's growth and changes, she was no longer the orphaned elf girl of Nalivia, but a highly regarded new generation of artisans, innovative in her creations and exquisite in her craft, soon to become a celebrity on the list of the world's artisans.

Such status and skill would earn her royal treatment wherever she went; in some ways, it was even more advantageous than the military rank of a commander of ten thousand cavalry. In other words, she no longer needed to obey me or maintain our dark relationship.

I still remember that night Zhizhi swore an oath in her mother's name, vowing to be loyal to me for life, but such things should only be taken as a reference, not taken as absolute truth. Because, honestly, if pushed too far, I could swear on my deceased grandfather, let alone my irresponsible mother whom I've never met—it would be meaningless.

When I took Zhizhi in, I foresaw this situation and had already prepared a contingency plan. However, these forceful methods are not the best approach. If we were to use them, our current relationship would be completely broken, and we would have to resort to even stronger measures to suppress the situation in the future. It's like drinking poison to quench thirst—a truly terrible solution.

"I..."

Most of her body was hidden in darkness, so I couldn't see Zhizhi's expression. I could only sense the unusual tension in the atmosphere. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the carriage stopped, and Zhizhi got out from her side.

"This is..."

I followed Zhizhi out of the carriage, but I was at a loss for words at the sight before me. The place Zhizhi brought me to wasn't unfamiliar; on the contrary, it was a place I knew intimately.

"You...what are you doing at my house?"

"I'm here to take actual measurements. Without this step, we can't create the perfect piece."

Completely different from her silence in the carriage, Zhizhi's silvery laughter was full of joy. She affectionately hooked her arm around mine, pulling me like a little bird towards the gate, and knocked on the knocker.

Uncle Fu, who hurried over to answer the door, quickly opened it. Entering the Farrell Mansion for the first time, Zhizhi was like a cat driven by curiosity, her pointed elf ears perked up, looking left and right. Actually, my house was old and dilapidated, the courtyard shabby and desolate. With Zhizhi's current perspective, the mansions of the powerful and wealthy she frequented were definitely a hundred times more magnificent than this. I didn't understand why she seemed so excited.

Mao Yan'an was away on business and not in the mansion at the moment. Uncle Fu and several other old men exchanged glances with me, the lewdness of which was self-evident. They were all secretly praising my skill in picking up girls, saying that I had just dealt with an elven female knight and had brought home another elven beauty.

"Young Master, may I ask about the brothel tonight... oh, should the guest room be decorated with something special?"

"Isn't it just the one next to the latrine? Do we have VIP suites? But don't get me wrong, I'm not here tonight for sex, I'm here to discuss serious matters."

After quickly dismissing Uncle Fu, I asked Zhizhi what she wanted to see next. She said that one of the two things she had asked her to make was a magical costume. Such a costume would have flaws if it wasn't personally measured, so she insisted on measuring the woman who would wear it first.

The existence of Xue was a major secret that I was trying my best to keep. Moreover, letting Zhizhi see Xue would be like a terrifying scene of a new love encountering an old flame, something any man would try to avoid. However, I couldn't refute Zhizhi's statement, and seeing her extremely insistent expression, I made a promise with her that we must not let tonight's events

slip out. Then, I asked Uncle Fu to help find Xue.

"Master, did you call for me... Ah!"

Xue, who appeared with Violet, was startled to see a female guest present. Her cheerful expression instantly turned to bewilderment. I could only stand up and explain that Zhizhi was the renowned tailor I had specially invited to make clothes for her.

Since there was an outsider present, Xue asked Violet to leave first, lest the ferocious-looking leopard disturb the guest. The female leopard, as usual, obeyed her commands, wagging her tail and leaving through the door, even kicking it shut behind her. This intelligent and individualistic action amazed Zhizhi.

However, her gaze quickly shifted, settling on Xue's beautiful face.

"What a beautiful fox spirit sister! But... this sister is that magician? Unbelievable."

Zhizhi's surprise was understandable, because Xue didn't seem like the typical magician. She showed no intelligence or knowledge, nor did she have a sinister aura. Her somewhat dazed yet extremely beautiful expression suggested that if she wasn't a cook, she was born to be a mistress... But whether in the kitchen or in bed, Xue's performance was actually quite clumsy.

After the initial surprise upon meeting, Zhizhi's eyes flashed with even stronger confusion. She approached Xue, circled her, her gaze always fixed on her upper body. The doubt in her eyes quickly turned into admiration, and a hint of fear.

Staring at Ah Xue's proudly rounded breasts, Zhi Zhi said, "Wow, so scary! What size is this? No, what cup size? How can something be so big... Hmm, it really is so big, is it real?"

Ah Xue's ears burned as she was stared at like that, her face turning red so much she couldn't speak. Her hands instinctively rose to cover her enormous breasts, which were impossible to conceal, but then she realized it was inappropriate and quickly lowered them, looking at me as if for help.

Seeing Ah Xue's embarrassment, I found it slightly amusing, but still said seriously, "Zhi Zhi, don't be silly. Didn't you come here to get your measurements taken? Just take them properly, what's with all the fuss?"

"Yes, husband."

Zhi Zhi's words and tone clearly showed that she and I had a special relationship, definitely not just ordinary friends. How could Ah Xue not understand? Her embarrassed smile suddenly stiffened, and she looked at me, then at Zhi Zhi in front of her.

Just as I was about to say something, Zhizhi grabbed Axue's hand and shook it vigorously, laughing and telling her not to worry, she really was just here to have clothes made.

Two women together are enough to put on a show, and I felt like I was in a suspenseful spy drama. The two beauties before me were smiling, holding each other's hands, but whether they were smiling inside, I really didn't know.

Frankly, ever since Zhizhi walked in, I'd felt there was a hint of provocation in her coming. With her superb weaving skills and the abundance of materials she had, why would she need so long to make a magician's robe? It must have been my carelessness in saying that this magician's outfit was a women's style, something sexy and elegant, that made her have these girlish thoughts, delaying the completion of the garment, and now using that as an excuse to come in person.

Sigh, women are so troublesome, that's why I've always been so careful…

While I was worrying about this pointlessly, Zhizhi had already taken Axue's hand, chatting and laughing with her. Zhizhi had been living independently in poverty since childhood. She was clever and mature beyond her years. She could tell at a glance that my relationship with Axue was not a simple master-disciple relationship. Axue, on the other hand, was naive and had a simple, straightforward way of thinking. She was no match for Zhizhi. In just a few words, Zhizhi got everything out of her and they started calling each other sisters very affectionately.

"Ah, is this sister also from Nalivia? What a coincidence, me too."

"What? You too? That's great, we're from the same hometown... Hmm? But I don't think I've ever seen you before when I was in Nalivia."

"Of course, Nalivia is huge, and there are so many people. Unless you make a special appointment, it's not easy to bump into each other. I've never met you before either, otherwise... Hehe, even if I forget your face, I'll never forget your big breasts."

Zhizhi said with a smile, and deliberately nudged Xue's round, large breasts with her elbow. Her pair of plump, firm breasts bounced back and forth, almost bursting out of her clothes. Xue was so embarrassed that she cried out in surprise and took two steps back, but she didn't seem very annoyed. Instead, the two women became more intimate because of this interaction and soon started talking again.

If I wanted to stop them, I could simply interrupt their conversation and lead them away. But I also wanted to see what Zhizhi was planning, so I deliberately remained silent, letting the two of them continue talking.

Zhizhi magically produced a measuring tape from her sleeve, had Axue stand properly, and then took the opportunity to carefully measure her own dimensions.

Since it's for making clothes, the measurements of the person being measured are essential. However, of the two outfits I commissioned Zhizhi for, I could only provide approximate sizes for the other one because I couldn't take a sample. But for Axue's magician outfit, I had already measured the exact dimensions, and I really couldn't understand why I needed to take a sample again.

Zhizhi's movements were quick; her skillful hands, holding the measuring tape, moved swiftly and deftly over Axue's body. Every now and then, she would lift her head, wink at me, and smile. Just watching that movement felt like watching some kind of artistic dance, a truly delightful sight.

I sat to the side, watching Zhizhi's every move. But imperceptibly, the atmosphere in the room shifted. A few suppressed breaths, soft and delicate, filled with feminine allure, made my heart flutter.

Looking closer, I saw that Xue's face was flushed, her ears red, and a seductive spring-like allure emanated from her brows. She tightly pursed her red lips, stubbornly refusing to make a sound, but seeing her constantly rubbing her legs, restless and uneasy, she was clearly suffering from physical desire.

The night before, after our intercourse and the release of her abundant fluids, Xue hadn't used her magic again. Logically, she shouldn't be experiencing this unbearable passion. Why had it suddenly erupted? This truly puzzled me. However, I quickly found the answer.

Originally, for the sake of convenience during intercourse, at my instruction, Xue's clothing in the Duke's mansion was quite thin and light. She often wore a very ordinary dress, either without a bra or panties, making it easy to flirt and touch, and the stimulation was particularly intense and unique.

Zhizhi's arrival was sudden; Axue was still in her thin dress, having not had time to change into anything more formal. During the measurement process, Zhizhi intentionally or unintentionally guided the measuring tape, rubbing it against Axue's sensitive areas, teasing her sensitive body intermittently.

The flexible yet firm measuring tape, as it measured her legs, traced back and forth across the delicate skin of her thighs. As the tape climbed higher and higher, Xue's breathing became increasingly rapid, until it disappeared under her skirt, about to touch her underpants, before being suddenly pulled out. In that instant, Xue let out a sigh of relief, as if feeling liberated, yet also with a lingering regret.

"Ms. Zhi-Zhi, are you not finished measuring yet? I feel... I feel so strange... so..."

"Not yet, but it'll be soon, Xue-jie, just wait a little longer, it'll be over soon."

Zhi smiled slightly, a seemingly cute smile concealing a calmness beyond appearance, easily manipulating the older Xue. Her movements not only didn't speed up, but slowed down even more.

Women naturally understand women's erogenous zones best, and Xue's sensitivity had already been well-developed by me; how could she withstand Zhi's keen teasing? In just a few moments, she felt weak all over and swayed precariously, only managing to stay upright thanks to the hand supporting her on Zhizhi's back.

"Ah...I...I..."

"Sister Xue, be careful not to fall, or someone will be very worried."

Zhizhi said with a smile, and even winked at me secretly. If Xue was a beautiful and charming little fox, then Zhizhi, making this cunning little gesture, seemed like an endearing kitten, making people both annoyed and amused.

"There's still this part left... um, all measured."

After measuring her arm, Zhizhi put away the tape measure, took a step back, and Xue, relieved, exhaled a fragrant breath, staggering as she tried to walk to my side to rest, but unexpectedly Zhizhi suddenly appeared behind her and untied her thin bra strap.

"Ahhh!"

With a short, sharp gasp, her snow-white dress fluttered down from her shoulders, leaving Xue, suddenly naked, instinctively trying to cover her chest with her hands and crouching down. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide her large, round breasts, which trembled and shimmered with a glistening sheen.

Xue was startled by Zhizhi's sudden movement, but before she could even ask a question, her smooth, bare back felt warm as someone pressed against her. At the same time, a pair of nimble, delicate hands slipped under her armpits, cupping her large breasts before she could resist.

"Wow! It really is! 34g... no, it feels so big, it must be H-cup, the size is 34H, it's amazing!"

Zhizhi's tone, purely coquettish, was incredibly impactful, making Xue, who never boasted about her large breasts, extremely embarrassed. She blushed and answered very softly.

"...No, no, I wasn't like this before..."

"Huh? You weren't like this before? So, is it from training? What do you usually eat to grow this big? Do you drink milk every day, sister? I drink it too, but it's not as effective. Can you teach me your secret, sister? I want to learn too."

When Zhizhi asked in such a sweet voice, Xue's bright eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She was obviously recalling the tragic memory in the blood pool of the Southern Barbarian Snake Cave. Her sad expression made me feel sorry for her and I wanted to stop Zhizhi from teasing her. But before I could speak, Xue suddenly let out a charming moan.

"...Don't touch...Don't touch me anymore...Oh...It feels so strange, so uncomfortable..."

Xue's struggle sounded like a pleasurable moan. If you removed the embarrassment and awkwardness, all that was left was naked pleasure. She sounded like she was enjoying great pleasure without any discomfort.

Although those large breasts have always been Ah Xue's erogenous zone, especially when they are full of moisture, they are extremely sensitive. Often, just rubbing and squeezing them will bring her to orgasm, even without formal intercourse. But Zhi Zhi is simply cupping them in her hands and gently stroking them back and forth, without actually rubbing her pink nipples. Why is Ah Xue reacting this way? I really don't understand.

(Ah! Could it be...)

I remembered Zhi Zhi's gifted "divine hands," which emit spiritual waves that are difficult for the human eye to see. Every time we have intercourse in the past, they have had a special effect. I had previously guessed what kind of reaction those hands would have if they were used to caress a woman's skin, but I never had the chance to let Zhi Zhi masturbate in front of me. I never thought that experiment would have the opportunity to be presented today.

"Master...I...I feel so bad...Could you...could you let this seamstress...ah..."

Exhausted, Ah Xue struggled several times but failed. She tried to beg Zhizhi to let her go, but before she could finish, Zhizhi mischievously pinched her delicate nipple. The intense stimulation shot straight to her brain, causing her to let out a soft scream, and she collapsed to her knees.

Zhizhi smiled and told Ah Xue that the measurement wasn't finished yet. Because measurements taken while clothed weren't entirely accurate, they had to be taken naked, skin-to-skin, for the values and sensations to be accurate.

Ah Xue protested in a soft voice, because even a layman without relevant knowledge could see that Zhizhi's reasoning was full of flaws and utterly impractical. Therefore, the final decision naturally fell to me.

Naturally, I wholeheartedly supported Zhizhi's reasoning. Faced with this situation, any man who didn't make the same choice as me would surely have something wrong with his head. Of course, it's understandable if the rush of blood to the lower body causes oxygen deprivation in the brain.

"Master, you...you and the seamstress are playing a trick on me!"

Finally realizing this, Ah Xue was so embarrassed she almost cried. Even though we had a long-term physical relationship and she had displayed all her shameful postures in front of me, the sudden presence of a stranger, even a woman, made it difficult for Ah Xue to adapt. Her pretty face turned red almost from her ears to her neck.

"Silly girl, you only just realized? Let me tell you, you're doomed today."

I teased Ah Xue, standing up from my seat and adjusting my posture to soothe the throbbing pain in my groin. At the same time, Zhi Zhi crushed Ah Xue's resistance. The gentle caress of her crystal-clear hands possessed an indescribable power, rapidly guiding the primal passion of the woman beneath her, erupting like an uncontrollable volcano.

"Ah Xue, don't suppress yourself. You don't need to be shy in front of me. Master loves to see your adorable, wanton look."

As I comforted her, Zhizhi continued to gently caress her, as if meticulously sculpting a perfect work of art. Her jade-like hands cupped her plump, rounded curves, making the most delicate touches. Although Ah Xue kept her hands covering her chest, playing a chase with Zhizhi's hands, occasionally Zhizhi would apply a little too much pressure, and she couldn't help but cry out, her body softening considerably.

"Master, save me... I don't... Master, I don't want this... It's so embarrassing..."

"Sister Xue, don't be afraid. Your husband won't harm you, and I like you very much too. Don't you want me to be close to you?"

As one of the Four Heavenly Maidens, Ah Xue's stunningly beautiful face not only attracted me, but also other women. So, after her soft pleading, Zhizhi finally couldn't resist any longer, grabbing Ah Xue's large breasts and forcefully pushing away her hands that were trying to cover them.

"Wow..."

Without the cover of her hands, 34h's voluptuous breasts were completely exposed, allowing the elven girl to see them clearly up close. They were so large and white that even her hands could hardly hold them. Their magnificence was like two towering mountains. When she placed her palms on them, her hands looked especially small and cute.

Looking at Zhizhi's stunned expression, I teased, "Is it big?"

Zhizhi swallowed, staring at the deep cleavage of over ten centimeters, mechanically nodding, and murmuring as if in a dream, "Big, really big."

Perhaps because she was a woman, the impact on Zhizhi was even greater than on me that day. I squatted down beside her, took Zhizhi's small hand, and actively guided her to caress Axue's fragrant body.

Moving her hand up a few centimeters, feeling the increasingly strong elasticity, Zhizhi opened her palm a little and gently circled it on the plump white flesh.

Under the combined teasing of Zhizhi and me, Axue's moans became shorter and shorter, her breath like the fragrance of orchids and musk filling our nostrils. After a while, as if unable to resist the stirring deep within her body, she actually pressed her body against Zhizhi's, her huge breasts pressed against Zhizhi's palm, letting her rub them.

"What's wrong? Ah Xue, finally couldn't resist? If you had done this sooner, you could have been happier."

While I was hypnotizing her, Zhizhi's jade hands weren't idle either, dancing on her soft, white breasts. Just a light press felt like pressing on a large, inflated ball, quickly feeling the resistance, fully demonstrating the amazing elasticity within the softness.

The miraculous effect of the "God's Hand" was quite astonishing. It hadn't been long since we started caressing her, and Ah Xue, who had been resisting, was now alluring, her eyes filled with desire, like a female beast in heat, shaking her head and emitting moans that were both painful and sweet. Finally, she couldn't withstand our combined attack, letting out a soft moan as she gave up, allowing us to play with her beautiful body.

"Good Ah Xue, are you comfortable?"

I gently kissed Ah Xue's smooth, snowy neck, but in my heart, I envied Zhizhi's jade hands, able to play with such exquisite breasts, making those beautiful, rounded curves deform under her palms.

"So comfortable..." Her voice was soft and sweet, Ah Xue's reply in that instant as light as a mosquito's buzz, so delicate that even I felt a little intoxicated.

At this moment, another clear and tender voice whispered in my ear, stirring my boiling desire and telling me exciting news.

"Husband, come and see, Sister Xue is completely wet here..."

◆ Chapter 3: Deep Affection

As I was kissing Ah Xue's fair neck, ecstatic over her soft skin, Zhi Zhi played with Ah Xue's round and full breasts, guiding the infatuated Ah Xue to automatically lower herself down, her already short skirt flipping up to her waist.

Looking closely, her plump, white buttocks were facing me, the thin silk underpants exuding a honeyed fragrance, the flowing, rich fluid staining the thin fabric in circles.

"Mmm, it smells so good. This must be the most delicious wine in Sara City."

I took a deep breath, ignoring Ah Xue's embarrassed moans. My fingers slowly pulled down her panties, revealing thick, curly white fox fur. I gently parted the sticky, honey-soaked fur, revealing two pink and bright red, lustful orifices.

Attracted by the slightly fishy scent of a female beast in heat, I slowly moved closer, sucking on the crevice in her vulva, gently licking and sucking Ah Xue's plump buttocks. Besides her honey hole, I even tried to insert my fingers into her warm anus, making her gasp and her soft anus excitedly opening and closing.

Zhi Zhi, occupying Ah Xue's upper body, still focused her attention on her plump breasts, pressing and kneading them with both hands, praising those weighty and elastic perfect breasts as if performing some kind of worship ritual.

Invisible ripples directly touched her sensitive nipples, stirring up waves of desire within her. Caught between Zhizhi and me, Ah Xue was completely immersed in a sensual world of lust, eagerly swaying her snowy buttocks to meet my penetration.

Zhizhi asked me, puzzled, why I focused so much on Sister Xue's buttocks; she hadn't seen me with such a fervent interest back in Nalivia.

I couldn't explain why Ah Xue was protected by the sacred spell of chastity, her vagina tightly closed, making penetration difficult. Instead, I said that Ah Xue's constitution was unique, her anus possessed a different kind of allure than her vagina, and that she was wanton and loved it when I touched her buttocks, using this vaginal canal to reach orgasm—the most wanton and perverse virgin in the world.

"Is such a strange thing really true?"

Zhizhi was speechless with surprise, while Xue, on the verge of climax, covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, moaning softly as if in agony, unable to meet Zhizhi's astonished gaze.

"How could such a thing happen? Husband, you must be lying again."

"Whether it's lying or not, you'll find out in a moment. Your sister Xue's anus is tight and soft, you can't even imagine the wonderful feeling."

Hearing me say something amusing, Zhizhi leaned down beside me, examining Xue's pert buttocks carefully from the same angle.

Full and elastic, the skin was snow-white and smooth, with a delicate, jade-like feel that made Zhizhi deeply admire it. She wanted to try touching it, but seemed afraid of desecrating it and couldn't bring herself to do it.

I continued to play with Xue's anus, my fingers moving faster and faster, and the moans from her body under my fingers grew louder and louder. Her round, jade-like buttocks swayed back and forth, twisting from side to side, responding to the movements of my fingers.

Suddenly, I abruptly pulled my finger out and, without warning, traced it across Zhizhi's nose. Caught off guard, Zhizhi had no time to dodge, and only after realizing what had happened did she scream and pull away.

"How was it? What does a beautiful girl's butt smell like?"

When I asked this, Zhizhi tilted her head and thought for a moment before laughing and saying it didn't seem to smell bad. What surprised me even more was that this lovely, elfin girl leaned forward, took my finger in her mouth, and licked it back and forth without any disgust, her large, expressive eyes looking at me alluringly, as if trying to convey something.

Zhizhi's submissiveness and gentleness greatly surprised me, and her compliance became the pressure I felt for Axue to perform. Urged on by me, Axue shyly murmured that every time she was licked, her butt felt tingly and numb inside, very comfortable, but also itchy, and she really wanted someone to insert it inside to see.

Since Ah Xue had expressed this, it wouldn't be right for me not to do something. So, I dipped my fingers in the honey-like fluid from her vulva and gently teased her beautiful, white anus until I confirmed that it was quite soft and moist. Then, I lifted her buttocks high and thrust my penis hard into her anus.

"Ah...it's in, finally in..."

Although it was well-lubricated, each insertion was a little difficult at first, especially the tip of my penis, which was a bit hard to squeeze in. However, once the very tip was inside, I became addicted to the exceptionally tight feeling.

Ah Xue let out a slightly painful yet expectant moan, begging me to slow down and not go in too fast. I obeyed and slowed down, slowly thrusting in and out amidst her moans of distress, savoring the warmth within her tight vaginal canal.

Because of the previous foreplay, it didn't take long for my soft, warm anus to relax. I sped up, enjoying the tightness of Ah Xue's anus and her pleasant moans. A sense of superiority welled up inside me. Ah Xue was also fully immersed in the moment, occasionally thrusting back and forth actively, her plump, fleshy buttocks bumping against my testicles, panting softly, which made me increase the speed of my thrusts.

Zhi Zhi joined in the fun, going to the front to continue playing with Ah Xue's round, large breasts. When Ah Xue moaned in pleasure, she kissed Ah Xue's full red lips, actively sticking out her tongue to tease Ah Xue's little tongue, slowly savoring it.

In the passionate kiss, the fact that the girl in front of me was a lesbian seemed to make Ah Xue let go of her reserve. She reached out and hugged her neck, passionately returning the kiss, sucking hard on Zhi Zhi's tongue as I had trained her to do.

Encouraged, Zhizhi embraced Axue's smooth, slender waist tightly, kissing her way down her beautiful face. After licking her delicate neck for a moment, she continued downwards, reaching Axue's full, soft breasts. She took one of her already erect nipples into her mouth, while cupping the other breast, gently caressing it with her thumb.

Axue was completely powerless to resist her teasing, panting heavily, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhizhi, constantly emitting sweet moans.

"Miss Tailor... I... I feel so good... harder... good... don't stop..."

The lewd and unrestrained posture of Zhizhi and Axue made my heart burn. Just as I was about to say something, Zhizhi abandoned Axue, suddenly stood up, and ran behind me in a few steps. After a rustling sound, I glimpsed a robe falling to the ground, and a hot young girl's body pressed against me from behind.

Not completely naked, but even through the thin bra and panties, I could still feel the exquisite charm of Zhizhi's youthful body.

From this position, it was difficult for Zhizhi to touch Xue's round breasts, so she merely brushed her arms past me and placed them on Xue's smooth abdomen, tightly connecting the three of us without any gap.

However, Zhizhi and I both forgot one thing: what kind of effect would the "Hand of God" have when it directly affects the uterus through the skin?

Almost instantly, I was shocked to see Xue's body temperature rise sharply, and then she seemed to go mad, swaying her snow-white buttocks back and forth, her long hair dancing wildly in front of us as she shook her head frantically, her moans growing louder and louder.

"Oh...oh...stop...stop...it feels so good...I'm going to die...oh...oh..."

The penis thrusting inside her intestines felt unprecedented vibrations and spasms. Her entire winding vaginal canal seemed to transform into a lewd, carnivorous flower, stickily enveloping the penis and dragging it into the bottomless depths. Suddenly, her tightly closed vulva released a large amount of nectar, gushing out and wetting the junction of their bodies, flowing down rapidly.

Driven by extreme pleasure and lust, Ah Xue became like a female fox in heat, her round, plump breasts trembling with dazzling light, her fat, white buttocks constantly twisting. The intense heat and the convulsing embrace caused my wild desire to soar to its peak. I could only hold her tightly from behind and thrust wildly.

If she hadn't been so exhausted by this abnormal state, fainting from exhaustion amidst her high-pitched, sweet cries, I almost thought I wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer.

However, as I reluctantly withdrew from Ah Xue's body and covered her with a robe, another petite and exquisitely beautiful body appeared before me at just the right moment.

"Husband, are you tired? Would you like to go back and rest?"

The elven girl smiled considerately, her not-so-full breasts rising and falling gently, her two mounds, encased in a bra, silently beckoning me.

I gently removed the bra from her chest, and two jade-like breasts bounced out, trembling in my hands. Although far less plump than Ah Xue's, they were truly lovely and charming, each with its own unique allure.

I took Zhizhi's full, round breast into my mouth, caressing her smooth, snow-white skin. With her obedient cooperation, I slowly removed her panties, revealing her already overflowing, beautiful valley to my gaze. Sparse, orange-red hairs grew on her petal-like vulva, and fragrant nectar flowed from the shallow crevice, enticing visitors.

"You'll soon find out if I'm tired, you cunning little bitch. You've been causing trouble here all night, do you think you can escape?"

The time was ripe. I had Zhizhi straddle my waist, lifting her smooth, white buttocks as I slowly lowered myself.

Zhizhi was very uninhibited from the start, wrapping her arms around my sweaty neck, passionately swaying her slender waist, her round buttocks enthusiastically welcoming the fleshy rod below.

With each thrust, Zhizhi let out a seductive moan, her small, fragrant buttocks swaying even more vigorously. Her soft, flower-like walls clung to my penis, flipping and plunging with each in-and-out movement.

Inheriting the blood of an elf, Zhizhi was much smaller than Axue, which made it easy for me to hold her in my arms during this position. My hands easily cupped her small, snow-haw-like breasts, teasing the nipples and making her cry out in pleas.

"Husband...husband, you're so good...please spare me...give it to me..."

Hearing Zhizhi's melodious voice, I chuckled inwardly and thrust my lower body in with a powerful thrust. Zhizhi cried out "Oh!" and her snow-white body convulsed violently in my arms like a fish jolted by electricity. On her fair, bare back, the menacing black and red tattoos were faintly visible.

I gazed at Zhizhi with a smile, and she blushed deeply. She buried her head in my right shoulder and whispered coquettishly,

"You're such a bad husband..."

I turned to kiss her, holding her tightly and quickening my movements. Zhizhi's body rose and fell, her round, snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest, glistening with the sweat between our bodies.

When the final climax arrived, Zhizhi cried out in satisfaction. The image of the dragon spider behind her became clearer, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her long, bright orange hair swaying like waves, her adorable breasts bouncing up and down, and her small, fragrant buttocks, which had been suspended in mid-air, pressed down hard, tightly welcoming my thrusts.

The fleshy rod, enveloped in the warm vaginal canal, rapidly swelled, sending streams of life-sustaining fluid deep into Zhizhi's body. The intense pulsation and rapid ejaculation made Zhizhi tremble again…

“Ah… Husband… Good husband… Zhizhi loves you…”

The passion subsided, and exhausted, Ah Xue collapsed to the ground, her sweet sleeping face suggesting she wouldn't wake until late morning.

I wrapped Ah Xue in her clothes and carried her back to her bedroom, ensuring she could sleep peacefully. With Violet guarding the door, she could sleep soundly.

When I returned to the small reception hall, Zhizhi wasn't waiting for me. Instead, she casually threw on a robe, leaving it unbuttoned, and strolled to the corridor outside. A bottle of wine lay at her feet, a wine glass in her hand, as she strolled in the evening breeze, gazing at the bright moon.

I didn't know where she got the wine; perhaps she had it with her from the beginning, but that wasn't what caught my attention. I only noticed her pale white robe, its fabric so translucent it was almost transparent in the moonlight. Her full breasts bulged, highlighting her delicate rosy nipples.

Her bright orange-red hair shimmered in the moonlight. As the cool night breeze lifted the gossamer-thin robe, Zhizhi's slender figure and snow-white skin were revealed before my eyes. The black and red spider tattoo on her back looked particularly menacing against her fair skin. Especially when the robe brushed against her soft waist and slender legs, the tantalizing glimpse of her sensual form made me momentarily stunned, and my previously aroused

lower body stirred with renewed energy.

I suddenly moved closer to Zhizhi from behind, reached out and embraced her slender waist, slipped my hand under her thin silk robe, and placed my palm on her hot lower abdomen. I couldn't help but recall that night several years ago when I risked great danger to transfer the Dragon Pill of the Water and Fire Demon into her womb, becoming the first successful example of using the Hell God of Lust.

That night, I felt our hearts were incredibly close, almost merging into one. But after our reunion in Sara, I couldn't find that feeling again. Two hearts that were once so perfectly in sync had developed many invisible rifts. Until just now, although I still don't know why Zhizhi came here tonight, after that intense lovemaking, I felt... like I was back on that night years ago...

"Is Sister Xue asleep?"

Zhizhi asked softly, without turning around. She simply moved her body naturally, finding the most comfortable position in my arms. This action wasn't unfamiliar to us; we had spent many nights like this, sleeping in each other's arms, in Nalivia.

"Yes, I didn't realize you had more stamina than her. She's asleep, but you're still full of energy."

My fingers roamed over her soft, smooth belly. I noticed a faint smell of alcohol in Zhizhi's breath, and her face, flushed with the effects of the alcohol, was even more breathtakingly beautiful. I couldn't resist brushing aside her hair and planting a kiss on her long, pointed ear.

Zhizhi let out a soft gasp, then fell silent. I knew she must have something to say, so I remained silent, waiting for her to speak.

"I...I've made up my mind..."

Saying this seemed difficult for Zhizhi, but once she opened her mouth, she finished speaking decisively.

"I'm going to Solancia for a visit. After the celebration banquet the day after tomorrow, I'll set off with the Solancia delegation."

If it weren't for the tender intimacy of the previous evening, I might have taken Zhizhi's words as an ultimatum to a falling out, and started preparing to take action.

But now, I simply waited quietly for her to finish, because I believed she wouldn't just have such a simple statement; there would definitely be other reasons she would reveal later.

"Actually, before coming here, I was very hesitant. I thought about some things for many days, but I still couldn't figure them out. My mind was so confused. In the end, I decided to come see you tonight, because I had to confirm these things with you in person before I could be sure..."

Zhizhi told me that when we first met again in Sara, she felt that my attitude towards her was a bit strange, as if I had become much more distant. Although we had more sex than conversation in Nalivia, the two of us who had such frequent physical intimacy back then seemed to have an invisible bond between us. This time, although my attitude had improved a lot, that deep bond seemed to be gone.

When she received my commission and was about to start making the costumes, she noticed that both sets of costumes were women's styles, and she deduced that I had commissioned them for another woman. At that moment, she was very conflicted and felt very uncomfortable.

"...Back then, I felt really strange myself. My contract with you, my husband, should have been very simple: you bought my life and changed my destiny, and I sold my soul and body to you... We shouldn't ask for anything more from each other."

Zhizhi said softly, "So, if you have other favored concubines, I should be happy, because that way you won't pay too much attention to me, and I can take fewer clients... Hehe, even if I've already made this my lifelong profession, no prostitute would be unwilling to take a few more vacations."

We met in a brothel, where I was forcibly taken as a virgin, and the contract we made later clearly stated that I would sell my body. Because of this, back in Nalivia, Zhizhi always considered herself my "private prostitute," and even if I asked her to take other clients, I believe she wouldn't refuse.

I was well aware of her mindset, but I never offered any advice. After all, our relationship was contractual, not romantic. If she could accept her fate and be content with this self-positioning, it would be the best outcome for me.

"...I should be happy, but I just can't be happy. I can't remain indifferent, and I can't even finish my work."

In those days, Zhizhi repeatedly looked at the commission form I gave her, along with the relevant size data. She tried to start making it several times, but felt overwhelmed and couldn't concentrate.

This was an experience she had never had before. Even after finally suppressing her frustration and quickly creating a prototype, looking at the nearly finished robe, she couldn't help but feel bitter. She picked up the tools at hand and began cutting the robe into pieces.

Because of this, while I was anxiously waiting in the Duke's mansion, Zhizhi's work was delayed. And as things progressed, the intelligent Zhizhi finally confirmed something.

"I wanted to talk to you, my husband, but you didn't show up. The next time I saw you was during the attack at the manor..."

That meeting was terrible. Although I tried to maintain a harmonious atmosphere, Zhizhi's sharp mind had already sensed something was wrong. My unwillingness to commit made her certain that her expectations would become unrealistic. Our relationship, from the day we made our promise in Nalivia, was already locked up and would not change.

"At first, I was very sad. Why couldn't my feelings be responded to? I love you so much, my husband, but you are indifferent to my feelings. I felt so sad, so very sad. That day... was the first time I cried for a man. But later I realized that I was the one who had changed. You are still you, just like when we met in Nalivia, completely unchanged."

Zhizhi's tone still had a smile, but from the side, the glistening tears in her eyes revealed her true feelings.

Seeing such a touching scene, I should be incredibly excited, because this pure and lovely elf girl is currently so sought after in Sara City, with countless nobles and princes vying for her favor, yet she's confessing her love to me. What reason do I have not to be overjoyed, to feel fortunate to be blessed by the heavens?

But I just can't feel excited. It's as if the person Zhizhi is confiding in isn't me, but some stranger with the same name as me, someone else in this place.

Back in the Southern Barbarian lands, when my sister, the Dragon Girl, whispered her feelings to me, I was naively overjoyed, thinking I'd found a treasure fallen from the sky. But now I've learned that the heavens don't drop treasures for no reason. So I utterly cannot understand what I have that makes Zhizhi see me this way. A nobody who has nothing and wants nothing—if you really think about it, I'm even her mother's killer—what reason does she have to look at me like this?

I can't understand, so… I can't accept it.

"I was so jealous of Sister Xue. I thought she was the one in your heart, so I wanted to see her no matter what, to know who I had lost to. But after seeing her, I felt so regretful, because we both hold the same place in your heart."

Breaking free from my stiff embrace, Zhizhi turned gracefully, her crystal-clear eyes gazing at me softly. "I wasn't wrong at all, was I? You've always been like this, because you don't want to be tied down by things you can't control, so you don't want anything. Not just me, I'm afraid even Sister Xue can't enter your heart, right? Husband… you're such a cold-blooded man."

I didn't want to answer, because too much emotion wasn't the way to deal with things. Although Zhizhi saw through my lies, which was a bit tricky, it was only natural for something that never belonged to me to betray me.

However, in my memory, I rarely felt like I was being cornered like this. Even stranger, this time the one who cornered me wasn't a powerful enemy, but a delicate and agile elf girl.

"But why do you never make promises to us? Like other bad men, as long as you gently coax us with promises, we won't find out anything, at least... we can pretend we know nothing, we won't be sad, we won't be heartbroken. If you can really be so heartless, why don't you even tell us a single lie?"

Why not? Lying isn't such a big deal, my life is made up of a series of lies, so why not? Perhaps... it's because I'm fearless, so I disdain doing it.

I smiled bitterly, wondering about my own strange thoughts, trying to find a reason that could make sense, but before I could find one, the excited girl rushed over and embraced me, unabashedly warming my body with her pure fragrance.

"Husband... you're such a gentle person. You know exactly what you should do, yet you still remain honest with us. To me, you're the gentlest person." A

gentle person? Am I? Am I? Am I...?

"Husband, husband, husband..."

Three urgent calls echoed in my ears, the girl's voice suddenly turning into a sob, her desperate embrace assaulting my numb senses.

"Can I...can I love you? Even if we can't be together forever, even if we have to pretend we don't know each other every time we meet, that's okay; you want me to use my identity as a craftsman to gather intelligence for you, I'll do my best, that's the reason you trained me, right?" Is

that what you think? But actually, I never intended for you to spy on me. I trained you to be a craftsman for a reason even more despicable than that...

"We only have a contractual relationship, you won't truly love me, I don't care about any of that; you have Sister Xue by your side, or other mistresses in the future, I don't care at all, really, I don't care at all."

That was just...a fleeting thought of passion, wasn't it? Now you are a highly sought-after figure on earth, how could you possibly let yourself be so wronged? Even if you're blinded by emotion now, when you come to your senses, you will definitely…

Besides, your mother… was killed by me…

“Even if, even if you are my mother's killer, I can forget it, is that not enough? Back then… it was you, my husband, who brought me out of Nalivia, taught me how to dream, and gave me the life I have now. This life… is shared with you. Because of you, Zhizhi Lonia's existence has meaning. Every night after we parted, Zhizhi has never forgotten this… Please, don't leave me all alone.”

The elven girl's sorrowful cries brought tears to my blurred eyes, as if I were back on a certain night in Nalivia, when the poor, orphaned girl, having lost her mother, held her gradually cooling body and cried out in the same desperate way.

I shouldn't react…

I shouldn't be moved…

Since in the end I can't give her anything, can't promise her anything, what's the point of doing all this now? The result will only be like what happened between Yueying and me, hurting each other again. I know all this perfectly well…

“…Is it still not enough? Can’t I love you? Can’t I love you? I love you so much… Husband, I love you…”

When the girl barely stopped crying, forcing a smile, she whispered softly in my ear, expressing her heartfelt sincerity. When I felt that expectation about to wither and cool, I could no longer restrain myself and responded with an equally tight embrace.

The crystal tears that lingered on her lips were so hot…

◆ Chapter Four: Seeing the Moon Through the Mist

Zhizhi left before dawn, coming and going secretly, promising to deliver the two sets of custom-made clothes before going to Solancia.

I hesitated for a moment about whether I should stop her from going to Solancia, but in the end I decided to let her go and see. On the one hand, I wanted to know information about Solancia, and on the other hand… if I wanted to change my initial strategy, then I shouldn’t let Zhizhi and Leng Linglan get too close now.

Watching the elven girl depart, gazing into her affectionate eyes, I felt a pang of indescribable sorrow.

Narcissus kept her word. When I left home at noon, summoned to the palace for an audience, I learned from the thunderous cheers in the streets that Ishtar, in keeping with the times, had announced Narcissus's joining of the International Alliance. From this moment on, the history of the entire land would enter a new milestone, for before this, no inter-species international organization had ever been established in peacetime… even though this organization would immediately go to war with the Black Dragon Society.

The shock of this news was immense, especially considering that a group of scholars and experts had previously vowed that Ishtar would resist to the bitter end, and might even join forces with the Black Dragon Society. However, having already known this news, I felt no surprise whatsoever.

Narcissa became the focus of media attention from multiple countries, but the gates of the Ishtar Inn remained locked, and Narcissa avoided meeting with any of the various factions. Rumors swirled about this, with some speculating that she was planning something; others heard that Narcissa had secluded herself after issuing her statement, perhaps to practice evil magic; but my guess was that this enchantress was likely bewitched by the Jade Spirit Cat, hence her erratic behavior.

Ishtar, Solancia, Rosetta, Alibuda, and the Golden Flower Federation—the five most powerful nations on the land—had all passed the resolution; only detailed discussions remained. Suddenly, I felt carefree, but I never expected that when I, a nobody, went out into the streets, I would be surrounded by a large crowd.

The masses are forgetful, and... to adapt to tomorrow's situation, people naturally ignore yesterday. So, the First Lady scandal, which was once a hot topic, was tacitly ignored by the major media outlets after the international situation suddenly changed, and people on the streets kept quiet. Just like now, these same people who drove me out of the capital like a plague just a few years ago are now cheering loudly for me, treating me like a national hero.

Hey, what right does a country that only knows how to suck up to the Plantagenet Federation in diplomacy have to produce a national hero? It's just because the President of the Plantagenet Federation praised me highly, saying that I risked my life and was the number one contributor to this alliance, and that I would be remembered in history, that I was once again put on the throne of hero overnight, and even His Majesty the King repeatedly issued decrees, summoning me to an audience to receive commendation.

However, the ups and downs of officialdom are just like that. Since Ryan has done me such a huge favor, I have no reason to waste it. After all, I'm not so high and mighty as to refuse flattery and fawning. Anyway, these people will kick me out sooner or later, so I'll just try to get as much benefit from them as possible before that happens.

"General Farrell, you are as remarkable as your father. My son will also join your ranks in the future and kill those Ishtar dogs."

"Madam, Ishtar has already formed an international alliance with us, allowing your son to pursue things more beneficial to the nation and society, such as writing books or drawing comics, instead of sending him to the battlefield."

"Lord John, you are truly admirable! You have greatly boosted our morale this time. If my daughter hadn't married last year, I would have insisted she come to the Marquis's mansion to serve you."

"Serve me? That would be truly unfortunate for her."

Squeezed by the crowd, I answered intermittently, initially patiently forcing a smile, but after a quarter of an hour, realizing I had only advanced about three steps, my patience quickly vanished, and the truth unconsciously spilled out. Although I was aware of it, I simply couldn't hold back.

"General Farrell."

Just as I was seriously considering whether to draw my sword and clear a path, my savior appeared. A pair of armored guards pushed their way in, and the captain at the head bowed to me.

"President Ryan requests your presence at the inn immediately."

"Oh? But I am on my way to the royal palace to see His Majesty, which is probably..."

"You need not worry about that. We will take care of this for you."

From the attitude of his subordinates, one could discern the mind of the superior. However, having never been loyal to the monarch, I naturally didn't care whether our King was looked down upon. In any case, every time I was summoned, I would either be reprimanded or have to face an old man crying for his daughter. Such scenes were best avoided.

I boarded their carriage and, escorted by the Golden Flower Federation guards, successfully escaped the crowd. Looking down from the carriage, the crowd was still jubilant, but I had no idea what they were so happy about.

The convoy arrived at the inn safely and quickly. I asked at the entrance and learned that the scoundrel had just left. It seemed that because the alliance had finally been established, a grand banquet would be held at the inn the following night. Mao Yan'an, who had been planning for this for a long time, went to find people to start making arrangements.

I didn't feel regretful at not meeting Mao Yan'an, and went straight to meet Ryan, feeling a little puzzled as to why he wanted to see me.

The place where I was received was the garden behind the inn. When I entered the garden, I didn't see any servants, only Ryan sitting alone at a white jade table, with Hui Xiuchu standing behind him like a guard, waiting for my arrival.

Judging from the situation, it seemed to be a small banquet of ordinary size. Although the lack of other guests made me feel a little strange, Ryan always liked to put on a humble style, so it wasn't too surprising.

"Please sit down, John. You have no idea how happy I am today. My dream of twenty years has finally come true."

Ryan raised his glass to me, the amber wine in the jade cup reflecting his slightly drunk tiger eyes.

"Thank you for your help in establishing the International Alliance. From now on, wars on Earth can be gradually reduced, no one will die for trivial reasons, no more families will be torn apart, and relations between different races will enter a new chapter. We have finally taken a step towards a world of great harmony... If this ideal can come true, Ryan Buffett can die without regret."

The President of the Golden Flower Federation raised his glass to me, praising my contributions. I naturally felt very humbled and drank a toast with him. As the fragrant wine flowed down my throat, I heard him let out a slow sigh.

"But the price we paid to establish the International Alliance was far too high..." "

Mr. President, you don't need to be so polite. I was just doing my duty, doing my part for the people of the land. I really can't accept such a heavy price..."

I said a few polite words against my will, as usual, but Ryan glanced at the jade cup and smiled faintly: "You can accept it. General Farrell is a young hero. Not only is he ambitious, but he is also incredibly audacious. He even dared to defile the innocence of the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation. What else can't he accept?"

"Ah?!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue. My hair stood on end, and I was so shocked that I broke the jade cup with my hand. I heard Ryan's cold laughter and words at the same time.

"That day, you two were making love upstairs, and I was sitting right here. From beginning to end, nothing escaped my notice. With just one order, you shameless lecher would have been torn to pieces. That old bastard Leng Qiji would never have said a good word for you... Do you know how humiliating that is for a man? To hear your wife and lover committing adultery with your own ears, what does that feel like? I've endured it all this time as if nothing happened, do you even know why?"

Every word resonated deeply within me. I had always underestimated this mighty lion, thinking that my actions with Mao Yan'an that day would have fooled him. But I forgot that he could stand firm in the power struggles, firmly holding the supreme position of the Golden Flower Federation for twelve years. He was no ordinary person. He had known about my affair with Yueying all along, using me to do his bidding, and only after everything was accomplished did he turn his back on me.

Even if I had a thousand and one excuses, I couldn't find a reason for him not to kill me. Besides, Ryan had prepared this trap meticulously; I had no hope of escape. Facing Ryan's murderous, icy gaze, I felt a cold sweat run down my back, my limbs went numb, and a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. In desperation, I blurted out,

"N-no, it's not her fault… I orchestrated it all. She… she was forced by me…"

Even I was surprised by the words that came out; a feeling of desolation filled my chest. I had already given up on this woman, my most beautiful dream had been shattered, and I already had a better Xue by my side, yet at this moment, I still unconsciously protected her. Did this mean I was a complete idiot?

But just as I was wallowing in self-pity, oblivious to everything else, Ryan suddenly smiled slightly, and the chilling murderous aura vanished without a trace.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to say that, but it only makes things more frustrating, because it just confirms that you and I... although we accomplished something great, in the end we're still just losers." "

Uh! What did you say?"

Ryan's sudden change in attitude quickly snapped me out of my despondency. A moment's calm reflection made me realize that Ryan didn't seem to have any intention of killing me; his earlier display was mostly just a show of force. Since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush anymore and will directly ask him what he plans to do.

"Hehe, don't worry, I just wanted to have a drink with you today and chat about the stories behind the heroes, nothing more."

Ryan poured me a glass of wine and said, "The alliance is now formed. Yueying and I will be heading back to the Golden Flower Federation the day after tomorrow. I heard she won't be seeing you again. I don't know what to say about that, but that's life. Parting amicably isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Hearing this, I was filled with mixed emotions. Ryan then asked me a few questions, and I blamed Mao Yan'an for how I learned about his sexual fetish. Once that big problem was solved, things became much easier to discuss.

Ryan explained that he had always been ambitious, hoping to seize power and accomplish something great that would benefit millions of people. He practiced martial arts and literature to become an exceptionally outstanding person, all for the sake of becoming president. Twelve years ago, he finally achieved his goal, but his political enemies dug up his sexual fetish scandal and used it to attack him. To clear the rumors, he had no choice but to marry the most beautiful woman in the land to prove his innocence.

"For twelve years, I have never loved her... Actually, when we first met, I was indeed moved by Yueying. It was the first time I had ever felt affection for a woman. But I soon discovered that Yueying already had a man in her heart, and I would never fight a battle I couldn't win, so I immediately severed my feelings for her."

Ryan said slowly, "Over the years, we have had a cooperative relationship. You could say that I was completely using Yueying, but I don't regret it, because I got the opportunity to fulfill my dream and reform my homeland. In these twelve years, whether it's the Golden Flower Federation or Alibuda, the people are living better than before, and the wars between the countries have decreased. Our efforts have been meaningful."

"So you let your sister become the burial ground for your dream?"

"There's one thing you need to understand first. When I proposed to Yueying, your king strongly opposed it. Although I offered her marriage in exchange for the revival of Alibuda, I never coerced her. Yueying herself agreed to the deal."

Hearing this, I felt a surge of indignation, my fists clenching tightly. Could it be that Ryan, for political gain, had Yueying host that orgy, selling her body as a bargaining chip?

"Heh, you seem to have misunderstood something. It's not what you think. Orgy parties do exist, but there are many kinds, and no one says the party host has to participate,"

Ryan said with a smile. The Buffett family in the Golden Flower Federation transitioned from business to politics, but in the process of collusion between officials and businessmen, some traditions were preserved. The most representative and tangibly profitable of these was the decadent and lavish banquet held every full moon night.

Participants included political and business elites, and even religious figures. Everyone entered wearing blindfolds or half-masks, enjoying fine wine and food, and then engaging in a carnal revelry with the handsome servants hired by the Buffett family until midnight, before secretly dispersing. These dignitaries and wealthy businessmen who accepted the hospitality were naturally much more agreeable the next day. Any business deals or bills they were involved in were often passed smoothly as a result. Over time, this built a rich network of political and business connections for the Buffett family.

"Yueying wanted to make a contribution, so she asked to take on the role of host of the Moon Banquet. But the guests could only kiss the back of her hand and fingers at most. I have never even kissed her other parts, let alone other men."

Hearing this was like a bolt from the blue. My mind was in a daze for a moment. I only heard Ryan continue to laugh and say that Yueying's stunning beauty was captivating in the Golden Flower Federation. Whenever she entered in a white silk dress, her heavenly beauty was either covered by an eye mask or a veil. All the men in the room were amazed. Many usually arrogant and powerful officials would only wish to kneel down, gently lift the queen's jade feet, and kiss the tips of her shoes. That would be enough for them.

"Yueying at the banquet was different from usual. There was always a hint of daze in her eyes. She was there, but her heart seemed elsewhere. I think Yueying must have gone through something emotionally, but after so many years of marriage, she never told me anything. All I know is that Yueying had a lover in Sara City."

Ryan looked at me and said slowly, "In the past, Yueying would be very happy whenever she received news about you. I used to think it was you. Before coming to Sara, I was very jealous of you, but the truth is that it wasn't. You, like me, were both losers in front of the Autumn Moon Goddess..."

I was still not overwhelmed by the heavy shock, but after hearing Ryan's bitter sigh, I couldn't help but ask, "Then... do you know who that man was...?"

"I don't know. This isn't the Golden Flower Federation, after all. Our spies have limited capabilities, and it's been too long to investigate. If the wizarding corps of Ishtar had worked together to use magic to reveal the truth, perhaps they could have found out. But... I personally think the most likely person is your father, Gendo Farrell." A

perverted father?!

This answer is bizarre, but I can't deny that it's the most probable one. Back then, Yueying's life was simple. Apart from the palace, her most frequent place was my family's mansion. She did meet my perverted father a few times, so if something happened because of that, it would be plausible. Even I had previously considered this answer as one of my backup plans.

"Once we leave Sarah, all of this will be irrelevant. Although I have no feelings for Yueying, she has silently supported me behind the scenes all these years, playing the role of First Lady well and giving me a lot of help, both known and unknown. I do feel guilty towards her and hope to make up for it. So if she chooses someone, I won't stop her; I'd even be happy to see it happen."

Ryan patted my shoulder and said, "Choosing to love bravely is a man's nature. I admire your persistence towards Yueying; more importantly, she also has feelings for you. So I once thought that entrusting Yueying to you was a good choice. I never imagined... that you still couldn't hold on to it in the end. Perhaps her feelings for you weren't deep enough."

From Ryan's words, I vaguely sensed a hint that he thought Yueying's feelings for me were just a transference, and that her true love was my perverted father. That's why Yueying ultimately chose to abandon me and leave.

But I still didn't understand. My persistence towards Yueying was undeniable, but how could he say that Yueying also had feelings for me? " Do

you think the gentlemen of our Golden Flower Federation are all incompetent good-for-nothings? Yueying has a magic bead chain that can..."

"As long as she uses the chain to send out an emergency message, you will sense it and come to her rescue, right?"

I know about such things; they are magical artifacts from the Palace of Light, specially given to noble ladies. When in danger, they chant a spell, and the artifact will naturally notify people to come to their aid. On the night Yueying and I first made love, I was particularly careful to guard against this.

"Your information is outdated. That's a seven-year-old product, already obsolete. The new generation of magic bead chains will automatically send a signal if the owner is in danger, to prevent the owner from suffering misfortune while unconscious. In the past seven years, not counting those who have had their limbs crippled and are barely clinging to life, Hui Xiuchu has killed a total of twenty-seven lecherous men with malicious intentions."

"Then I..."

"It was Yueying who broke the bead chain before that, saving your life. You didn't notice that, did you?"

I was stunned by those words. Ryan smiled and said, "Yueying has been very cold to men all these years. I don't really know her very well, but since she wanted to protect you, you are indeed a special person in her heart."

Ryan laughed and said that when he finally learned about Yueying and my affair, he felt a little jealous on one hand, and on the other hand, he was worried that the scandal would leak and shake his political position. So he wanted to kill me to silence me several times, but considering Yueying's feelings, he ultimately did not do it. Unexpectedly, his moment of mercy ended up with me fulfilling his dream.

"...The past is the past. You're still young, with a bright future ahead of you. This time you've made a name for yourself internationally, and from now on, you'll rise to great heights, enjoying wealth, fame, and beautiful women. Let bygones be bygones."

As it turned out, Ryan met with me specifically to offer some advice before leaving, hoping I wouldn't be misled by love and would get back on the right path instead of sinking into despair.

My mind was still a mess, and I didn't know how to respond to Ryan. However, since he seemed to value me so highly, I had no reason to be rude, so I forced a smile and thanked him with some rather strange words.

"President Ryan is indeed a hero, capable of what others cannot. I admire him greatly."

"Even political leaders have different tastes; I am a bit different from your king. I don't like flattery, I only like the truth. You can speak your mind." "

Since you've said that, then I'll ask, because this is a question I really want to know."

I asked, "Being cuckolded is the greatest shame for a man. I don't believe any man in the world can be calm while being cuckolded. That day, Yueying and I were making love upstairs, so why were you sitting here quietly drinking tea?"

This question was very impolite and provocative, but Ryan didn't get angry at all. Instead, he laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, I was indeed sitting here that day, but I wasn't as calm as you say. On the contrary, I was very excited."

What was a very excited lion doing sitting here instead of rushing up to kill the adulterer?

Ryan extended his large hand, and the hand that shook his belonged to another person... a burly man who had remained silent throughout our conversation.

Finally, an expression appeared on Hugh Chu's blank face, a smile of unparalleled happiness, just like the one on Ryan's hand.

Now it's obvious why Hui Xiuchu was grateful for my help to Ryan and Yueying, and even gave me the sword manual. And what Ryan did here that day... for a moment, I really hated myself for asking that question...

"...President Ryan is indeed a hero, capable of what others cannot. I admire him greatly."

After the conversation ended, I asked Ryan if I could see Yueying, but he politely declined. Ryan felt it wasn't appropriate for the two of us to meet now.

I didn't insist and left the inn. The main reason was that I agreed with Ryan's words; a meeting now wasn't suitable. I needed time to clarify some things.

If the lavish banquet was completely different from what I imagined, then what were Yueying

's feelings when I questioned her? Or should we extend the question further? How did Yueying feel when she decided to return to Alibuda? This might be the real key question. Was the man who promised Yueying a lifetime together really her perverted father? Were Yueying's previous care and affection for me all a result of transference?

Suddenly, I realized this was an inescapable problem. If I couldn't find that man's true identity, everything would be stuck in a dead end.

But this was no easy task. Leaving aside my own isolation, even with the backing of a nation, Ryan's investigation using the Golden Flower Federation's intelligence network had yielded nothing. Unless, as he suggested, Ishtar's help could be obtained, mobilizing their wizards to perform divination and shadow readings, there was no hope of uncovering this long-hidden secret.

But… Narcissus was treacherous and ruthless. Making a deal with her was less secure than dealing with a demon.

In that case, the solution was clear: it was a matter of dealing with a tiger, but at least I chose the one who wouldn't bite so hard.

Upon returning to the manor, I immediately declared that I would not allow any disturbances. Then, I went to my room, took out the silver ring that connected me to Phoenix, and rubbed it slightly. As if Phoenix had been waiting there all along, she instantly appeared before me.

Whether she had deliberately dressed up or not, the Phoenix I summoned was as radiant as ever. She wore a black, tight-fitting, thin sweater, her ample breasts prominently displayed, over which was a black leather jacket, and below, an exquisite, glossy black leather mini-skirt. On her feet were black high-heeled boots, and black stockings were faintly visible. Her all-black outfit, combined with her fair skin and elegantly styled red hair, exuded a sexy and alluring charm amidst her refined and graceful demeanor.

"What's up? Handsome, you're free today? Why don't you patronize my business while you're at it?"

"Sure, let's do it."

"Uh...why are you being so agreeable today..."

When I, contrary to my usual frown and annoyance, nodded and agreed directly, this quick and decisive approach surprised Phoenix, leaving her speechless for a moment.

"Handsome, you mean...you want to make a third wish today?"

"That's right, aren't you hoping someone will patronize your business? Let's get on with the paperwork."

Although it was a bit impulsive, I had already thought it through. Yueying's importance to me is no less than that of Xue. Since I could make two wishes for Xue, it's reasonable to use one of the remaining three for Yueying.

Besides, with Phoenix's help, I managed to deal with the leaders of Solancia and Ishtar, finally getting my revenge. Given the difficulty and scope of the matter, even sacrificing two wishes would have been justified, but Phoenix gave me an enormous advantage, so in that sense, I should repay her with something in return.

"You're really strange. You seem selfish when you act, yet you're always making wishes for others."

As if sensing my thoughts, Phoenix shook her head, her eyes filled with regret, and said, "If you really wanted it that badly, wouldn't it have been easier to just make the wish directly?"

"Even if I made the wish directly, could you do it? Could you change her mind, change her resolve?"

"This…"

I think it's impossible. When I made my first wish, Phoenix didn't change Xue's mind; instead, she used a vicious scheme to succeed. This caused Xue great harm, and I don't want it to happen again.

"Even if you could change it, I wouldn't want to. I don't want to end up like those male protagonists in romance novels, making the wrong wish and then wasting another wish to change it back—that's such a waste."

Perhaps out of remorse, I didn't want to use any tricks on Yueying right now, so my third wish was very simple.

"I wish I could know what happened twelve years ago, and who Yueying's lover really was."

As I uttered my wish, Phoenix bent down, her red hair falling beside her fair face. Her sea-blue eyes held a deep regret and a touch of sadness, but in the moment I was bewildered, she brushed the hair from my forehead and gently kissed it.

"John Farrell, I wish you all your dreams come true."

Being kissed on the forehead by Phoenix made me feel dizzy for a moment, but when I opened my eyes again, she was gone, vanished without a trace.

Chapter Five: The Third Wish

Phoenix was incredibly powerful, able to help uncover the secrets of Ishtar and Solancia. Naturally, she could also uncover the hidden events that occurred in Sara City twelve years ago. I thought that after I made my wish, Phoenix would, like last time, toss me a paper bag or something, and after reading it, I would understand the truth.

But when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there. I sat there in shock, waiting for some strange phenomenon to occur, until the red candle on the table burned out, the long night ended, and dawn broke. Only then did I slowly sit up, wondering if I had been tricked.

A female demon is cunning, that's for sure, but my contract with Phoenix wasn't over, and I still had two wishes to use. She wouldn't joke about something as serious as this.

Suspicious, I got out of bed and strode out of the room through the unlocked door.

The sky was just beginning to lighten outside the window, and a cold mist greeted me, making familiar scenery somewhat indistinct. I stretched and began to stroll outside .

"Damn it, what's Phoenix up to?"

I cursed as I reached the front yard. A few old fogies were already up early, sweeping and tidying, but I didn't see Violet; perhaps she was sleeping with Ah Xue again.

I walked straight out the door without greeting the old folks, and they, as usual, ignored me—something I was used to. But stepping outside, I didn't see the crowds I'd seen yesterday, making me wonder if the fervor surrounding my "national hero" had faded quickly, or if some scandal had struck to tarnish my image.

The morning mist wasn't heavy. On the way from the mansion to the nearby shopping street, a few people strolled by. As I passed them, I didn't greet them, but they acted as if I didn't exist, walking past me as if I didn't exist.

(What the hell? Have I become invisible? Haha?)

This eerie thought flashed through my mind, but the feeling of unease grew stronger. On my way to the shopping street, I encountered seventeen or eighteen people, but even when I deliberately waved and shouted, they seemed completely deaf to my waving and walking past.

(Could it be… that bitch Phoenix really made me invisible? That's not what I wished for!)

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off. I decided to stop someone to ask, but when I reached out to stop them, my hand passed right through them, like grasping at a shadow. I tried to block them again, but found nothing. And that wasn't all. When I frantically waved my hands to check, I discovered I couldn't grab anything. Whatever I touched, it was like a phantom passing through me.

(What's going on? What did Phoenix do to me? Is all of this just a phantom, a dream? Are they phantoms? Or am I a phantom?)

Confused, I finally arrived at the shopping street. I had come here to have breakfast, but now I had no appetite whatsoever. I stood before the usual bustling breakfast stall, lost in thought, pondering the source of this anomaly.

Suddenly, I saw something that nearly made me jump. Inside this breakfast stall, there sat a peculiar man, munching on a piece of bread and a sip of beef soup. I had met him once before; perhaps even he had forgotten him, but that encounter changed my life.

My body trembled slightly, and disregarding whether I had truly become some kind of invisible ghost, I walked towards the table and sat down. Strangely, I didn't fall through the chair; instead, I sat down normally.

On the other side of the table sat a tall, dark-skinned monk, his face covered in scars, unrecognizable. His sharp eyes stared at the bread and beef soup in his hands, then slowly moved to me. He still had that menacing look, but I would never forget that day years ago, it was this very monk who knocked on my door and sold me that erotic magic book.

"Since we've met, we must be destined to meet. Benefactor, may I ask who you are…?"

His questioning tone brought a sense of relief, because it meant at least someone could still see me; I hadn't become invisible. However, this monk's memory was truly terrible. It was a rare encounter with an old friend in a foreign land; I had to make him remember.

"Excellent. This humble monk, Po Sha, has come to establish a good connection with you, benefactor."

I said, repeating the words he had spoken when he knocked on my door years ago. Before I could finish, the monk's eyes widened in surprise.

"Benefactor, I've heard you've suffered from infertility for many years. This humble monk possesses a wondrous book called the 'Jade Planting Technique,' which requires forty-nine virgins…"

I added this last sentence. Before I could continue, the monk put down his beef soup and noodles, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and smiled, "Benefactor, is your surname Mao?"

That's it! That was it. This monk had once mistaken me for someone with the surname Mao; he had indeed recognized me. I laughed and said, "Great monk, my surname isn't Mao. Do you? If my surname isn't Mao, how would we have met?"

"It really is you. Benefactor, this old monk has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Really? I've missed you terribly too. Why can you see me..."

I wanted to ask why only he could see me, but then I remembered that this monk was no ordinary person. Perhaps Phoenix had sent me to see him. Back then, he carried many rare treasures and secret manuals, even selling me a lost secret book like the Book of Erotic Magic. Maybe there were some other benefits to be gained, or even more, perhaps I could discover the secrets of Farrell's six dark summoned beasts from him.

"Monk, what did you find this time?"

Unable to think of a way to elicit information, I casually asked, intending to use this as a starting point for conversation. Little did I know that this casual question would create an opening, and the fierce-looking monk began to sigh as he recounted his bloody and tearful history of painstakingly collecting treasures.

"The rest is fine, but recently, in order to collect the secrets of the Kingdom of Alibuda, I infiltrated the palace several times, only to encounter skilled guards inside. We fought to the death, and I almost didn't make it out of the palace alive..."

This was truly strange. If there were really skilled individuals in the palace, then why was I later sent on a secret mission? Moreover, according to my memory, there weren't many skilled civil servants in Sara City at this time. On the contrary, there was once a very powerful band of thieves who caused quite a stir for a while before being wiped out.

(What was that band of thieves called? Something like...Ten Tigers?)

Unable to recall, I focused on listening to the monk. It was truly a horrific experience: being chased, tortured, burned, and bitten by wild beasts. Just looking at the ugly, intricate scars on his body, one could imagine the suffering he endured. But what truly horrified me was the monk's origin.

Although he didn't say it directly, from his words, I deduced that he wasn't from any country on Earth, but from a foreign land. According to him, a demon king slumbered in his country. This demon king was incredibly powerful and terrifying. Although currently asleep, he and the patriots of his country believed that the demon king would soon awaken and return, staining the world with blood and causing untold suffering.

(So he's an alien from overseas. No wonder he could see me. Could it be that Phoenix's magic can't affect foreigners? What kind of weird magic is this?)

I was puzzled, but at the same time, I sighed that every family has its own troubles. Although we don't have a demon king here, we do have evil organizations. Anyway, these kinds of organizations do pretty much the same things. Once they gain power, they will never benefit the local people, but rather smear and ravage the land. So I can understand his pain quite well, and I chatted with him casually.

"Recently, my companions and I have collected a lot of good things, including the relics of the former Grand Magister Famit. But that demon is very powerful, and these may not be able to restrain him..."

Besides the book of erotic magic, did Famit have other relics still alive?

My heart skipped a beat, and I was about to ask when the monk sighed, "The elders say there's a martial art on this land that can counter the demon's evil powers—the Xuanwu True Skill of the Farrell family. But it's a secret technique, and they absolutely refuse to pass it on to outsiders. I've been searching for days, but I have no way to learn it. What do you suggest?"

The monk spoke while looking at me, and no matter how I thought about it, I felt it was some kind of hint.

The Xuanwu True Skill is my family's secret technique. If it were in my grandfather's or my perverted father's hands, it would be of paramount importance, something not to be passed on lightly. But to me, it's practically useless; keeping it is pointless. Why not exchange it for something more meaningful? If I could truly obtain the secrets of the six dark summoned beasts, wouldn't I have two family heirlooms?

"That's easy, monk. You want the Xuanwu True Skill manual, right? You've come to the right person. I'll get it for you. Bring me paper and pen. I'll give you a part first so you can check if it's genuine."

This is a one-of-a-kind item; how could it be fake? Luckily, Yueying had me practice some time ago, and I memorized the first level's formula. Otherwise, how could I possibly write it down in such a rush?

When I swiftly wrote down the outline of the first level's mental techniques, the monk held the ink-stained paper and exclaimed that it was genuine.

"But... the handwriting seems a bit ugly."

"It'll do. How many martial artists are both literate and skilled in martial arts? Since you're all brawn and no brains, it's understandable that your handwriting is a little ugly."

"That's true, but why is it only the first level?"

I told the monk that this matter was of great importance, and I could only give him the later levels in a few days. Since we were so familiar, I asked him to lend me Famit's belongings to take a look.

I originally thought this request would be difficult, and that I might have to use drugs or force myself on him. But to my surprise, the monk agreed without hesitation, took something out of his robe, and placed it in front of me with great pomp.

"This is the legacy of the Grand Magister Famit. This humble monk painstakingly unearthed it, but could not unravel its mysteries. Young master, you have greatly indebted to us for helping us obtain the Xuanwu True Scripture. Therefore, this item is a gift to you, hoping you can decipher its secrets."

The item the monk handed over was a translucent amber crystal, about the size of a fist, with a smooth surface, weathered by countless ages. Within its yellowish luster, something seemed to be hidden, but upon closer inspection, nothing could be discerned.

Judging from the monk's words, this yellow crystal, though concealing a secret, was one that even he himself could not unlock. In other words, it was essentially useless. No wonder he was so generous in doing me a favor, deceiving me with a chapter of the Xuanwu True Scripture. How despicable!

Perhaps sensing my displeasure, the monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying that monks never lie and would never cheat or deceive. He explained that Famit's belongings were only part of the package; there was another book, currently unavailable, which he would give to me once I handed over the complete text of the Xuanwu True Skill.

This was quite fair, as such transactions involved cash on delivery, and I couldn't unilaterally take advantage. However, when the monk asked how to hand over the item, I was annoyed by his obvious question and replied, "Is that even a question? You've been here before. If you want the Xuanwu True Skill, just come to Lord Farrell's mansion." Even if I

didn't get the manual, the souvenir would do. With that, I reached for the yellow crystal, intending to put it in my pocket. But when my hand touched the crystal, it felt like an electric shock; I was instantly disoriented, as if my soul had left my body, completely unaware of my surroundings.

When I regained consciousness, the monk was nowhere to be seen. The person who had woken me was the menacing shop owner, who said I'd been standing there for over an hour, the shop was closing, and my monk friend had run off without paying. He demanded I pay.

I was somewhat taken aback, because this meant the shop owner could see me; otherwise, why would he question me?

"Sir, can you see me?"

"Of course I can see you. Am I talking to a ghost?"

Not only the shop owner, but even the other employees looked at me suspiciously, probably thinking I was trying to dine and dash and were ready to beat me up and report me to the authorities.

Not wanting to cause trouble, I took out a silver coin to pay, simultaneously putting the yellow crystal in my pocket, still pondering the question. If the experience of becoming invisible was due to Phoenix's magic, then being able to see me now means the magic has been dispelled. But… my wish wasn't fulfilled at all. What went wrong?

One thing is certain, though: this topaz is definitely strange. The phenomenon of it shaking one's mind upon contact is a sign of powerful energy contained within a magical artifact. The monk wasn't exaggerating; Famit really did hide something in this crystal.

My mind was a jumbled mess when the shopkeeper started making a scene, accusing me of using counterfeit money and being a clumsy thief. He said the silver coin I paid with, while correct in style, design, and pattern, was minted in the 48th year of the White Dragon's Flight, while this year was only 36—such a coin couldn't possibly exist.

But I knew perfectly well that the silver coin came from a bribe I'd received just three days prior; it was a brand new coin from the mint this year, absolutely genuine. And the shopkeeper had just said, "What's wrong this year?"

Thirty-six years of flying white dragons? Twelve years ago?

"Gods!!!"

I groaned in disbelief, my voice almost hysterical. Only now did I vaguely understand what Phoenix had done. Because I demanded to know the truth about twelve years ago, she sent me back twelve years?

Time magic!

This is said to be magic that doesn't even exist in the human world. At least, among the various magics circulating today, there are no concrete achievements in this area. Countless magic scholars have devoted their time to researching it, leaving behind only sighs of failure.

I have read related papers. Magic scholars who support this research propose ideas for trying it out and explain the high risk, high sacrifice, and high energy of this kind of magic. No matter what method is used to achieve it, it is extremely difficult. Opponents, on the other hand, believe that based on the irreversibility of time, time magic is simply impossible to develop in practice.

This academic debate has lasted for a thousand years in the history of magical civilization. Given its difficulty, not only could Narcissus not use it, but even the current king of black magic, the Black Dragon King Kurosawa Kazuo, couldn't use this spell. This wasn't a matter of power, but a matter of knowledge and theory.

Yet Narcissus could cast it; this female demon was truly powerful. However, according to my understanding, this kind of magic, which is practically a top-secret forbidden spell, even if successful, could only send a person back to the past for a short time before being sent back by the flow of time. In other words, my time there was limited. Furthermore, I remembered that the biggest limitation of time magic was that even if it succeeded, it could only send a person to the past, but not allow them to interact with people, events, or things from the past; otherwise, the world would have been in chaos long ago. The more I thought

about it, the more my head ached, especially knowing that my time there was limited. I could only act quickly, first reluctantly taking out a piece of gold from my wallet to pay for the meal, and then asking the shopkeeper what the date was and what events were planned.

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and glared at me, saying, "What? Don't tell me you're from out of town and don't even know about such a big happy event? Her Highness the Eldest Princess is marrying into the Golden Flower Federation tomorrow and will soon be the First Lady of the President."

Damn it! And she even picked such a crucial moment for me. Phoenix really knows how to pick her time...

I didn't say anything more and immediately ran towards the palace. I arrived at the palace gate, panting, and immediately asked if Her Highness Princess Yueying was there. The guards at the gate were dumbfounded by my question and instinctively replied that she had already gone out. Then they realized what I meant and sternly asked me what my intentions were. But before they could surround and arrest me, I had already run away.

"Now" is twelve years ago...

Damn it, what kind of grammar is this?

But I'm in this absurd state now, powerless, nobody knows me, and everything is inconvenient. And Yueying isn't the kind of person who likes to wander around visiting people. If she's not in the palace, the most likely thing is that she's at my house.

The thought that she would still come to my house on the eve of her wedding warmed my heart. But another major problem quickly chilled my mind. When I ran back to the gates of the manor, I still couldn't figure out how to get in.

If it were half a month ago, I wouldn't have cared about anything, but now I knew that those old fogies in the family were all bloodthirsty monsters, and my grandfather had established the damned family rule of "women enter, men don't." If I just rushed out like that, I might be secretly dismembered by those old geezers and die inexplicably in the past.

But what could I do? Should I rush in and tell them that I was actually their young master, who had traveled from the distant future to their era, and begged them to let me in to help me?

Those old geezers didn't seem like people who enjoyed reading novels; if I went in and spouted nonsense, I'd definitely die faster than anything else. Phoenix has really thrown me a tough question. I wished to know the truth of the past, not to go back and play a survival game.

Speaking of Phoenix, it makes me think of some other things. Not long ago, when I left the Duke's mansion, I also encountered Uncle Fu and the others. At the time, they didn't react to me at all. Now that I think about it, they simply couldn't see me, which is why I could come and go so easily. This phenomenon is very much in line with the legendary workings of time magic, where those who are transported back to the past can only observe like ghosts, unable to touch the people, events, or things of the past.

But when did I become visible and able to actually touch people? Was it because of that monk? Or was it because…?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, allowing me to possibly grasp the true cause of these changes.

First, I completely ruled out the influence of Phoenix's magic. Magic, though profound, operates according to the balance of the fundamental principles of heaven and earth. For forbidden spells like time magic, Phoenix could simply cast it to send me to the past, which was already extremely difficult. To say that I could change the past at will… if she were some great demon king or ancient demon god, I would consider believing it, but a mid-level demon apostle? I don't believe it.

If all of this was just an accidental change, then the anomaly began when I encountered the monk Po Sha. So, was this Po Sha's supernatural power, or some other reason? If it was his supernatural power, I also find it hard to believe, for the same reason as Phoenix. And if this wasn't due to human influence, then the reason for this change must be something or some event.

The answer… is this yellow crystal in my arms.

People, events, and objects containing immense energy can sometimes be distorted due to the sheer volume of energy, causing anomalies in the spacetime they inhabit. Since this crystal is Famit's relic, it's plausible that it contains some kind of energy; given Famit's unparalleled magical power, influencing the distortion of the spacetime axis is entirely plausible.

In other words, the reason the monk Po Sha could see me wasn't because of his supernatural abilities, but because he possessed this yellow crystal… perhaps some other chaotic aggregate of powerful energy; after his departure, my ability to move normally and contact people from the past was also because I carried this yellow crystal.

Given this, my strategy becomes clear. Simply removing the yellow crystal will restore me to an invisible state within the flow of time, because according to the laws of nature, I shouldn't exist in the past at this point, and those living in this timeline naturally cannot see the additional "John Farrell."

And using this method, I easily entered the Duke's mansion. First, I found a spot outside the manor and quietly buried the yellow crystal. Once I was sure no one could see me, I quickly slipped in through the back door.

As I expected, without the yellow crystal's influence, my movement caused no physical changes. Even the door, which might have been magically protected, couldn't hinder me; I passed through it easily.

Once inside, I continued my search for Yueying. Yueying had spent the night at my house on the eve of her wedding, which was a very important event, but I had no recollection of it. In fact, I could hardly remember anything from that time, which was quite strange.

A casual conversation between two old servants in the backyard told me that Yueying was playing with me in the front yard. Hearing this, I rushed to the front yard, where there was plenty of space—a perfect place for amusement.

As soon as I stepped into the front yard, I heard joyful laughter and was infected by the long-forgotten happiness.

A shallow net was set up in the front yard, where a tennis game from the Golden Flower Federation was being played. Several elderly servants, busy with their work, stayed far away, not interfering with the play.

Yueying, dressed in a light blue coarse cloth dress, still maintained her youthful and elegant appearance. She wore no makeup, only a white cloth wrapped around her bright golden hair, and even wore an apron over her blue dress, making it look like she was in home attire. She stood there smiling, holding a tray of pastries and black tea, watching the ball go back and forth on the court.

This look was a warm memory buried deep in my dreams. Looking at Yueying like this, elegant and noble yet retaining a youthful purity, her smile brimming with vitality, perfectly complemented by the bright sunlight shining on her, without a trace of gloom, completely unlike her current state tainted by the Golden Flower Federation. I felt an indescribable emotion and wanted to rush over.

Yueying, of course, was unaware of my presence. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the two people on the court, her expression shifting between anxiety and delighted amusement. I followed her gaze and felt as if struck by lightning, speechless for a long time.

Running around chasing the ball were two children, about six or seven years old, dressed in tennis attire, earnestly practicing their swings. One of them, a girl with black hair and purple eyes, was particularly pretty and adorable, her features vaguely familiar. My first thought was that I saw a young Xingmei, but then I remembered that twelve years ago, Xingmei was still an infant. How could she be playing tennis like this?

So, this little girl is…

“Lanlan, be careful!”

Yueying’s anxious cry startled me. This seemingly clever and cute little girl is the cold, stinky bitch? Damn it, appearances can be deceiving! She was so sweet and lovely as a child, why did she grow up to be a perverted woman with an icy expression all the time?

Undeniably, despite her young age, Leng Linglan, with her pretty ponytail tied with a ribbon, already showed signs of becoming a rare beauty. Especially when chasing points after losing a match, the intimidating strength and spirit in her eyes foreshadowed her future composure as a general.

However, I never imagined she actually played at my house as a child, nor that she was more womanly back then than she is now. Whenever she swayed her hips and quickly chased the ball, her short skirt fluttering, revealing her small, unripe bottom encased in white underwear, it made my heart flutter, and I had to silently apologize to Yueying beside me.

"Hurry to the left, hurry… oh dear, you missed another point."

Compared to twelve years later, Leng Linglan's movements were now quite weak and clumsy, perhaps because she hadn't formally practiced martial arts. Under the agile attacks of the girl opposite her, she quickly lost the match.

"Hahaha, Lanlan lost again! What are you going to lose to me this time?"

The little girl who won the ball was smug and proud, her triumphant expression making me want to kick her. Although she looked vaguely familiar, I couldn't recognize her. Judging from her exquisitely patterned colorful dress, she must be from a noble family, but why didn't I remember any other noble children visiting the Duke's mansion?

"Hmph, so what? I'll lose to you, but one day I'll definitely win back."

"Ha, maybe in my next life!"

Despite her young age, Leng Linglan's stubbornness remained unchanged, but her face-making was incredibly cute. In contrast, the arrogant expression of the little girl opposite her made me want to slap her. And… this is my house! Where am I at this time?

"Okay, stop for a minute, eat something before you play."

"Sister Yueying!"

Yueying smiled and walked over, distributing the pastries on the tray to the two girls. She hugged them and spoke to them gently, patting the unfamiliar girl's hairband and chuckling, "No, Lanlan is a girl, you have to be polite to her, you have to be courteous, okay? Be good, okay... John?"

"Yes, I know." The child's reply sent a chill down my spine. I rushed over to take a look, and for a moment, everything went white before my eyes. I could hardly believe it. But the silhouette, the expression, made me recognize her little by little... This little girl in girls' clothes... was six years old me.

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