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Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 12: Chapter 2 Frail and Disabled Body 

That day, I suddenly felt an urge to strangle Fang Qingshu, and also to strangle myself. When I left the Southern Barbarian lands, I carelessly forgot to entrust him with the task of concealing my identity, forgetting that this upright and honest scholar-knight, with his open and honest heart, had told me everything he knew and witnessed when I returned to my sect.

Then, it was Xin Deng Jushi's public speech that brought me international renown once again. After all, the records of the battles between any civilization and the orcs weren't exactly impressive, yet now a human, through his own abilities, had stirred up trouble and caused widespread destruction in the orcs' homeland, even daring to directly challenge the Venerable One of Ten Thousand Beasts and bravely rescue a vulnerable woman—this was truly a heroic deed worthy of a national hero.

Such a momentous event, if I had confessed it myself, probably few would have believed me, but coming from Xin Deng Jushi, it was as if the entire Cihang Jingdian had endorsed it, leaving no room for doubt. As a result, praise and astonishment from high-ranking officials and dignitaries from various countries overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.

President Golden Flower offered me the medal, and even the proud and unruly Leng Linglan and Narcissus looked at me with a newfound admiration. At this pinnacle of glory, I should have been ecstatic, but my heart was ice-cold. When this news, proclaimed throughout the world, reached the Southern Barbarians, the orcish forces, previously unable to act due to their ignorance of my identity, would now target me like a raging torrent.

Aside from my predicament, the successive appearances of the Heart Lamp Hermit and Prince Lunfiel further shattered the already complex situation in Sara City.

Lunfiel left with his elves, saying he would explain the whole affair later. As for the negotiations with the elves, I, a low-ranking mid-level manager, am not qualified to inquire. President Ryan and Princess Linglan are naturally capable of handling that. The more troublesome issue is with the witch Narcissus. She had previously vowed to expose the dark magician behind me, and she seizes every opportunity to spy on me, starting with my activities in the Southern Barbarians. After a few probing questions, I suddenly realized that she wasn't concerned about my trip to the Southern Barbarians, but rather suspected we were hiding people in this manor, which is why we were attacked.

Laughing is easy, but escaping is more difficult. Fortunately, Mao Yan'an swaggered over, claiming to have urgent military business and dragging me along to handle it. Narcissus, unsure of the uncle's true strength, remained deeply wary of his reputation and unwilling to confront him directly, thus giving the two of us the opportunity to slip away.

"How about it? Old ginger is spicier, isn't it? I easily helped you get through this."

"Hmm, if you could have arrived earlier when I was being chased by those elves, and had taken less credit afterward, I would have been even more grateful to you."

"This... oh, right, your king wants to see you."

This was, of course, a very serious matter. His Majesty's reason for summoning me wouldn't be to inquire about some trivial official business, but rather to inquire again about my mission to rescue his beloved daughter from her suffering. I didn't know how to explain, but fortunately, Mao Yan'an volunteered to accompany me to the audience.

Entering the palace, carrying the royal mandate, I easily made my way in and, as always, waited outside the imperial study for His Majesty's summons. Perhaps the consideration of "resting a little after working hard" wasn't suitable for an emperor surrounded by thousands of beauties in his harem, because even though we were still quite a distance from the imperial study, we kept hearing the sounds of waiting for summons, which had almost become a routine.

"Ah... Your Majesty... Your Majesty the King..."

"Hehehe, I'm going to have eight more palace maids later."

The familiar conversation and panting made Mao Yan'an glance at me strangely. I shrugged and said, "What are you looking at? I'm lucky this time. Last time I came, he had to have at least ten more palace maids." His

Majesty the King's stamina didn't seem to be very good, or perhaps this concubine lacked charm. This round ended in a short time. Then, the guards went in and carried out the concubine who had just served the King, wrapped in a thick blanket.

"I really want to know what the beauty under that blanket looks like."

"If you want to see a woman naked, just say so. What else could she look like besides being naked?"

I knew a little about the palace's security measures. To prevent female assassins from using the opportunity of serving the King, the King would usually have his guards strip his concubines or palace maids naked before he went to have sex with them. After checking that they were not carrying any dangerous items, they would be wrapped in blankets and brought in. Of course, the same thing happened when they left.

Our luck was much better than expected. His Majesty seemed to have received news of our arrival and abandoned the planned seven maids, directly summoning me to his presence. The uncle told me to calm down, and he went in first to speak with the king for a while. When I was summoned in after him, the uncle gave me a gesture that everything was fine. His Majesty, unsurprised, told me that with Mr. Oren's assistance, the great undertaking was likely to succeed.

"I ascended the throne at age X... married at age Y, and had my eldest princess at age Z. For many years, she has been the apple of my eye, my most beloved jewel. I never imagined..."

If I hadn't just witnessed His Majesty's powerful presence in bed, I would have thought he was a king who had lost his country. A grown man, yet after just a few words, his eyes reddened, and he kept wiping away tears with his sleeve, weeping about his lovely, pure daughter who had willingly sacrificed herself for the country and was now suffering such tragic torment... and so on. Listening to him gave me a splitting headache.

Just as I was wondering how to extricate myself, he suddenly stopped crying and said, "Mr. Oren has already explained things. Your skills are lacking, and your martial arts are weak. It's truly difficult for you to deal with that treacherous gay man. I'll give you a benefit now: you can look at any of the martial arts manuals in the palace. In three days, you'll... have the strength of one of the five strongest martial artists, and things will be much easier."

When unreasonable public opinion overrides professional expertise, it's truly a painful thing. Unfortunately, I couldn't choose to resign in response. Becoming one of the five strongest martial artists in three days? Wouldn't that mean I'd be able to challenge the Black Dragon King one-on-one in three days? This is a reasonable world. Even if you gathered all five strongest martial artists and transferred their skills to me, let alone the tattered manuals in the Alibuda Palace, it wouldn't have such an exaggerated effect.

But what could I say? This king clearly wasn't going to accept any arguments. I could only accept the decree, express my gratitude, and quickly go out to devise a countermeasure.

"Hey, what did you say to him? Why did he..."

"Oh, this Leng Qiji is obviously a lecher. I told him about the recent legend of the mysterious beauty Sarah, saying I would help him keep an eye out for stunning beauties, kidnap them, and send them to him. He agreed to let me help you save his precious daughter from her misery."

"What? You pimp actually... no, I mean, why did you tell him my martial arts skills aren't strong enough to do the job?"

"Do you think you're very strong in martial arts?"

We walked and talked. Since we had just had a confidential conversation with His Majesty the King, we left through the inconspicuous back door. Just as I was about to grab the uncle by the collar and question him sternly, I suddenly saw several guards acting suspiciously, as if they were carrying a wooden box out.

"Wait a minute, you lot, stop right there!"

I'd heard before that some palace guards would steal valuables to sell outside the palace. If I didn't encounter it, I'd let it go, but since it happened to me, I had to intervene. Besides… there might be some profit to be made. We'd soon be hunted down by the Black Dragon Society and the orcs anyway, so gathering some money for our escape was a good idea.

The imperial guards had considerable authority, but recognizing me and Mao Yan'an, they had no choice but to step aside, even if they didn't want to.

"You bastards! Look what you stole! If it was valuable… ah, you filthy bastard, this, this is…"

Even seasoned veterans like Mao Yan'an and I were momentarily stunned. The box didn't contain gold or jewels, but a naked beauty. A delicate, pure face, a flat chest, and a pubic area almost entirely devoid of hair… uh, I'd estimate this little beauty was no older than six.

Her wide-open eyes spoke of utter terror and fear, but we were powerless to help her. Her protruding tongue and the deep strangulation marks on her snow-white neck both pointed to the same fact: she was dead.

"This..."

I wanted to say something, but seeing the thick blanket beneath the naked corpse, I knew the best course of action was to remain silent and pretend I hadn't seen anything.

"Well, you lot, hurry up and finish what His Majesty... no, finish what he ordered. Don't slack off here."

With that hasty remark, Mao Yan'an and I left the palace, boarded the carriage, and headed home. Despite wearing sunglasses, this scoundrel must have seen what I had just witnessed. The thick blanket beneath the naked corpse was the same one that had been carried out of the imperial study not long ago. In other words, the little beauty His Majesty had favored, the murderer who strangled that naked woman... we all knew what that meant.

Inside the well-insulated carriage, no one was overheard the passengers' conversation. After confirming this, the uncle began to speak.

“Nephew, don’t you think…”

“Uncle, we’re just civil servants getting paid. Unless we’re ready to start a revolution, we’d better play dumb.”

“But… weird fetishes are nothing, there are plenty of SM addicts in brothels who like to strangle, but targeting someone so young… isn’t that a bit…”

“It’s just playing with women, what’s the big deal? When I’m paying, I’ve slept with girls even younger than this; if it’s rape, I’ve done it with girls slightly older than this. He’s the king, and emperors have always been absurd. You don’t like him, what do you want to do to him?”

However, even so, I have never tortured or killed women for the sake of pleasure, let alone strangled a little girl like this. Of course, thinking like this doesn’t mean I’m a good person. On the yardstick of morality, the king and I are both perverted scum. However, at this moment, I do feel a nauseous discomfort.

"Nephew, do you think... if you had the power of your father today, would you stand up for justice?"

"You almost forgot, you penniless painter, why did you just trick me? Becoming one of the five strongest in three days? Even wishing to a demon couldn't do that, you..."

I snapped, grabbing Mao Yan'an's collar, while he replied with a wronged expression.

"It's to help you succeed! You're the kind of person who won't improve spontaneously without some kind of push! Think about it, the beastmen are coming soon. If your martial arts aren't strong, then wouldn't that be..."

"But you don't have to be so forceful! How are we going to explain this now? Do you have a way to capture that mysterious beauty in three days? Humph, it's all that Xin Deng's fault for setting me up like this. Aren't you two old friends? Why didn't you help me beforehand..."

The gradually easing tension suddenly tightened after I considered this possibility. Without another word, I grabbed Mao Yan'an by the neck and demanded an explanation.

"Could it be... that you asked Old Ghost Xin Deng to do this to me? To make him expose my affairs in the Southern Barbarians in public?"

"No, don't misunderstand, I... I can't breathe. Absolutely, absolutely nothing like that happened..."

He tried to explain, but from the fact that my grip didn't loosen, he probably knew that I didn't really believe him, so he confessed after I loosened my grip slightly.

"I really didn't instigate him to do this, but... I received a message from him the other day, asking me about the truth of the Southern Barbarian matter. I praised you to the skies... This was also for your own good. If I didn't beautify your image first, and then it was revealed that you had slept with Yu Hong, wouldn't Xin Deng definitely kill you?"

"You can always come up with a bunch of grand principles about anything."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, can't you see? The Yuexue Shuangtang you're talking about both have the same expectation, hoping that you will become a heroic figure like your father as soon as possible." "

No... I don't want to say it a second time. I don't want to be like that perverted old man. Say it again, and I won't let you have a chance to die peacefully." "

Okay, let's not talk about your perverted old man. But you are a pragmatic person. The current situation is so unfavorable. Besides the long-term concerns, there is also the immediate threat of Narcissus. Without any skills to protect yourself, how will you survive? It's rare that that perverted old man who sleeps with young girls is so generous as to let you use the palace's treasury resources, you..."

“Even if you want to practice martial arts, you don’t need to rely on the palace! What good stuff could the Alibuda Palace have? Any secret manuals that even remotely showed promise were already taken home by our family’s ancestors two generations ago. If that bitch Linglan hadn’t been sent to the Cihang Jingdian, she wouldn’t have been able to learn anything from that pile of rubbish books.”

Hearing me say that, Mao Yan’an nodded and said, “That’s right, the Farrell family’s Xuanwu True Skill is the best in the world. If you can master one or two levels of the Xuanwu True Skill, it will be more effective than any secret manual. Since you say so, then you…”

“You seem to have forgotten that I’ve said many times before that I’m naturally weak and can’t practice martial arts.”

This wasn’t the first time we had discussed this topic. Mao Yan’an had tried to persuade me many times before, but every time I mentioned this, he would give up. But this time, when I coldly replied, he gave a strange smile.

"Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't say that. Alright, let's get out of the carriage."

Before I knew it, the carriage had arrived at the Duke's mansion. Mao Yan'an and I got out and entered the mansion. Before I could even say a word, I was shocked by the scene before me.

Uncle Fu, the one who opened the door, stood in front of me as if it were his due. But there were two people sitting at the tables and chairs in the front hall, and they were people who shouldn't be there.

I could understand Yueying's appearance and easy entry. She used to frequent my house and was familiar with Uncle Fu, so entering the Duke's mansion was no problem for her. But sitting next to her... why would the Hermit of the Heart Lamp also come?

This man has sharp eyes. I hope he can see through the affair between Yueying and me.

"General Farrell, please come and pay your respects to the Hermit. Today, we are grateful for his promise to help us with a great favor."

Yueying's address became restrained because of the presence of outsiders, but I still felt that there was something strange about it. From her explanation, I roughly understood that Master Xindeng was not only a renowned master craftsman, but also one of the top medical experts in the Temple of Light. He had come at Yueying's request to specifically "treat" me.

"Without Teacher Mao's influence, it wouldn't have been easy to get Master Xindeng to come. However, Master Xindeng said that his two disciples were very grateful to you in the Southern Barbarian lands, and it's only right and proper that he wants to return the favor. John, you are truly remarkable, having accomplished such a great feat in the Southern Barbarian lands. I am very proud of you."

He wants to return the favor to me for the sake of his two disciples? This really sends chills down my spine. Although Yu Hong's proud personality and the reserve of a woman make it unlikely that she would tell others about what happened in the Southern Barbarian lands; and Master Xindeng's gentle, smiling demeanor doesn't seem to harbor any ill intentions, the thought of those ominous possibilities still makes me break out in a cold sweat.

However, there is no room for escape now. Yueying's concern and Mao Yan'an's thoughtful arrangements had undoubtedly put me in a difficult position to refuse. Although I shook my head and said I didn't want to practice other schools' martial arts, that damned Uncle Fu ran up with tears in his eyes at this moment, saying that the young master had left a secret manual at home in the hopes that the young master would one day change his mind.

"Although it only contains the first level of the incantation, the young master instructed that as long as the young master's health improves in the future, and he doesn't... doesn't... he can start practicing from here..."

That bastard, even my perverted father tricked me. What can I say now?

"Sister, I want to ask you one more time, do you really hope... I'll practice martial arts diligently and become a strong person like my father?"

In my serious tone, Yueying could hear the earnestness in my voice, and I also noticed the burning expectation in her eyes when she nodded and said "yes"—an expectation I had never seen before. It made me realize that my beloved sister Yueying so desperately wanted me to change.

Every man does things to please his woman; Yueying has always been so easygoing, not craving or needing any expensive gifts. Looking back on our time together, she was the only one who had cared for me like an older sister. I had never done anything for her, and now it was time to make her happy a little.

Looking up, in the distance behind Yueying, in a dark corner formed by a beam and eaves, I saw someone hiding there, watching us, but too afraid to come out and interact with the others. Although she hid most of her body behind the pillars, her fox tail, which she couldn't conceal, told me her identity. And in the occasional glimpses of her eyes, I saw the same burning passion as Sister Yueying.

Everyone has moments in their life when they act without hesitation, and that's how I feel right now. In fact, even I'm starting to feel a stirring within myself, hoping for that slim chance. Perhaps... after all these years, my physical condition has truly changed. My last training of the Beast King Fist went smoothly, and this time, with a medical expert protecting me, perhaps I can really rewrite my unpleasant past record.

"Alright, I'll do it."

I had already memorized the incantation of the Xuanwu True Skill long ago, so I didn't need to pull out any secret manuals. Now, surrounded by everyone, I sat cross-legged, silently circulating my energy, practicing according to the incantation.

It was a rare opportunity to practice, and at first, my breathing was not flowing smoothly. It took me quite a while to calm my mind. Suddenly, a finger pressed against my back a few times. Each light press sent a warm current through

my body. I couldn't tell if it was Zen meditation or some kind of light magic. Eventually, my whole body felt warm and light, as if I were floating in a celestial realm, impervious to all external demons. (Having a master protect me makes all the difference…) This thought flashed through my mind. Just as I was about to calm myself and begin practicing according to the incantation, a sudden boom echoed in my mind. It was as if something had been triggered. Countless images and flashes of light roared through my mind: a snow-white female body, a strong stench of blood, a hand covering a mouth… The images flashed by so quickly that I couldn't even grasp them. While my mind and spirit trembled violently, almost to the point of demonic possession, my internal energy also became chaotic, surging backwards towards my internal organs.

Almost instantly, I felt as if I were in a furnace, involuntarily vomiting mouthfuls of blood. The indescribable pain felt like a file, scraping my nerves. The agony I hadn't felt in years returned, while anxious conversations broke into my ears.

"His true energy...how could...be in danger..."

"Strange...even the Mind Lamp Meditation Seal can't stop it...the Xuanwu True Skill truly lives up to its name..."

"He's about to die, what's the use of praising his family's martial arts?"

Various voices rang in my ears. I felt several warm currents flowing into my back and chest, but compared to the raging true energy within me, they were so weak, quickly destroyed and collapsed. The bleeding continued; large amounts of dark red blood, forced by the pressure within, frantically sought an outlet, overflowing not only from my mouth but also from my ears and nose. On

the verge of losing consciousness, I struggled to open my eyes, vaguely seeing several swaying figures. Instinctively, I raised my hand to wipe my mouth, only to find my hand covered in blood.

"...Damn it...now you know...why I always feel weak for a while after practicing...damn it..."

I wasn't targeting anyone in particular, but after managing to finish those words, I felt like I was spitting out blood with all my might, collapsing after exhausting every last bit of energy.

"Little brother!"

A sharp cry that pierced my heart approached, mingling with the faint scent of cherry blossoms. As blood splattered onto my expensive silk robes, I collapsed into a warm embrace...being able to lie unconscious in Sister Yueying's arms was the only place in my body where I could feel safe and lose consciousness amidst all my injuries.

Darkness is the realm of dreams.

Dreams are a world beyond the control of reason.

No matter how wise or powerful a person is, no matter how influential they are in the real world, they cannot act as they please in dreams, and must confront aspects of their "self" that even surprise themselves.

Because of this, I hate dreaming. Since I gained control of my actions, I have tried my best to avoid dreaming, to avoid seeing those unpleasant images. The way to avoid dreaming is simple: just sleep until dawn every day. So, visiting prostitutes is a good pastime. You do it, get drunk, get tired, sleep—no need to dream, no need to face anything.

Therefore, I haven't seen a scene like this in a long time.

At the far end of the floor, through a completely open paper window, the warm afternoon sunlight streamed in, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowering buds wafted past the slowly swaying recliner by the window. On the gently rocking wooden chair sat a noblewoman, her eyes closed in a midday nap. Her fair hands rested on her long, brocade dress. Although I had never seen her face, I knew who she was.

"...Mom..."

Every time I uttered those words, the dream would end. Forget the longed-for embrace, I didn't even get a chance to see that face. The god who governs dreams, like my perverted father, was stingy with this leniency, which is why I hated dreaming as a child. However, this dream changed after I turned six.

The light and shadow ahead vanished with the call, but a new light and shadow appeared beside me. "You can't always call me that, okay? I... I'm not your mother. You can call me sister."

Wearing a simple, snow-white dress, without makeup, her long golden hair cascading naturally down her waist, Yueying was as beautiful as a fairy from the moon. Her voice, gentle and tender like a mother's, carried a hint of regret and a touch of melancholy as she softly soothed my unease.

"John, don't be afraid to close your eyes, don't be afraid to dream. My hand is here. Hold it, and I won't go anywhere. I'll always be with you."

When Sister Yueying held my hand and smiled gently, she seemed to radiate a holy light. But why was the darkness behind that radiance so vast and boundless, making one's heart tremble?

Could it be... that the moon shines so brightly because it always appears in the dark night sky? Because of this darkness, even though Yueying had held my hand and promised she wouldn't go anywhere, she chose between the nation and me, letting go of my hand and becoming the First Lady of the Golden Flower Federation amidst the cheers of the crowd.

After that, the dream plunged into even deeper darkness. I couldn't see anything, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. No moonlight illuminated the darkness, and I didn't know which way to go, only to wait eternally in the darkness… Because of this, I hate dreaming.

But today, this dream seems a little different. In that deep darkness, a light source slowly appeared. It wasn't as bright as Yueying's; compared to the moon in the sky, it was just a dim, yellow lamp hanging on a street corner at midnight, but even so, it still illuminated this darkness.

I couldn't see the person's face in the light source, but I vaguely sensed that it was a beautiful young woman, as lovely as a fairy, wearing a pale yellow dress. She strolled along the street for a few moments, then appeared lightly beside me, whispering in my ear a sweet, foreign-sounding phrase in a familiar voice.

"John! Relax, open your eyes..."

The sweet and gentle voice was like an invisible spell, jolting me awake from my dream. However, as I was emerging from the deep dream, a violent feeling of nausea pressed hard on my respiratory system, causing me to cough violently and regain consciousness.

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