Alibuda Chronicles Volume 25: Chapter 6 Broken Chrysanthemums

My estimation was absolutely correct. My mother, the Martial God, is truly powerful. If I could, I would love to see her true form, because being able to block hundreds of light wheel strikes with pure protective true energy is truly remarkable; she is one of the most skilled masters I have ever seen.

However, the power of the Yama Corpse Mantis is even greater. Hundreds of vacuum light wheels seemed unable to penetrate the enemy's protective energy, but they changed shortly after contact. The sharp vacuum light wheels suddenly twisted and moved, as if given life, coiling and writhing, and then transforming into countless blood maggots that burrow into anything they touch.

The protective true energy that could withstand thousands of spears and blades was utterly vulnerable under the burrowing and writhing of thousands of blood maggots, easily penetrated. Then, thousands of blood maggots, unstoppable, covered the entire body within the golden light, using their penetrating power capable of piercing steel to corrode blood, devour flesh, and shatter bones.

This outcome surprised even me greatly. I never expected the Vacuum Light Wheel could transform into a living being and employ such bizarre tactics. The mangled body before me, riddled with holes and crawling with countless blood maggots, truly sent chills down my spine. A long, piercing scream rang in my ears.

"Ahhhhhh!" The scream was cut short. Countless pieces of flesh and blood drifted and fell to the ground amidst the dust. The faint bluish-purple light representing souls floated into the sky, only to be swallowed by the dark clouds. The Yama Corpse Mantis let out a mournful howl symbolizing victory, bringing this brief but extremely brutal battle to a close.

After devouring the enemy's soul, the Yama Corpse Mantis vanished into the air, and everything slowly returned to normal. I remained staring blankly at the sky for a long time before I came to my senses.

One inexplicable night, the battle raged fiercely, resulting in extremely heavy casualties. Aside from myself and the unconscious Bianca, practically no one survived. Whether Black Dragon Ninja Army or elves, everyone remaining was wiped out.

The enemy was incredibly strong. The combined fighting power of the Black Dragon Ninja Army was an eye-opener. And that Mother Goddess who easily defeated them, despite her chaotic and incoherent actions, possessed truly high martial arts skills, easily ranking among the top ten in the Loess Plateau. It was unbelievable that I could kill such a master.

The destructive power of the third Lustful Beast far exceeded my expectations. What surprised me most was how light the burden on its host was. Only the magic power needed to control the Lustful Beast and Lustful Elves was required to command such a powerful fighting creature—it felt like a dream.

(Wow! So powerful and so mana-efficient, no wonder Famit was invincible back then! Wait, what?)

I realized something important. Famit's invincibility five hundred years ago was due to his six dark summons. The Yama Corpse Mantis is so malevolent and ferocious, so different from the Water-Fire Spider and the Phoenix Blood Bee. Could it be that I stumbled upon the secret to creating dark summons?

Although the Yama Corpse Mantis doesn't yet possess the characteristics of a dark summon combining a beautiful woman and an insect body like I've seen in my previous encounters, its appearance is indeed that of a human with an insect body. If I'm on the right track, it really does seem plausible. This discovery made me jump for joy, but then, when I thought about the key to successfully creating dark summons, I was completely clueless and couldn't find a direction at all.

(However, the fully-formed Dark Summoning Beast should be superior to the incomplete version, so why did it nearly kill me with exhaustion, and why was it so much less strenuous than the incomplete version? Is the fully-formed version simply exchanging magic power for combat strength? Or, hmm… the summoned beasts I summoned were Famit's, not mine, and they didn't acknowledge me as their master, which is why they caused such a huge burden… Could that be the reason?)

Countless technical questions flooded my mind. Although I knew I couldn't find the answers immediately, I couldn't help but think about them seriously.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past me. I was startled and quickly retreated several steps to create distance, only to see a person standing in front of me with a grim expression. It was Bai Qi, who had abandoned me during the battle.

"I made a mistake." Without saying much, Bai Qi uttered this sentence, leaving me puzzled for a long time. Just as I was about to ask further, he glanced at the Sage's Bracelet on my wrist and said, "This thing is quite good. You wear it almost all the time?" His question was strange, but I knew Bai Qi recognized the value of the Sage's Bracelet and knew I wouldn't easily let this treasure leave my side. In fact, I wasn't qualified to use the Sage

's Bracelet yet. Its energy operation was peculiar; once I put it on, I couldn't take it off for days, and I couldn't take it off even if I wanted to. "Just keep it on." Bai Qi acted swiftly, grabbing the Sage's Bracelet on my wrist. Strangely, even though he grabbed the bracelet, I felt a sharp pain in my head, as if a thousand needles were piercing me, and I couldn't help but howl in pain.

"I've placed a restriction on you with the Primordial Energy Lock of All Things. From now on, whenever you use the Third Lustful Divine Beast, you'll experience excruciating headaches, thus limiting your opportunities to use it." The intense pain gradually subsided. Hearing Bai Qi say this, I was so angry I almost cursed him out. I was able to summon the Yama Corpse Mantis thanks in no small part to Bai Qi's assistance, who used dark blood sacrifice to complete the final birth of the Lustful God Beast. But now he's deliberately stealing this battlefield treasure I just acquired, which makes me seethe with hatred and vow to make him suffer a terrible death.

However, why would Bai Qi do this? If he's wary of the Yama Corpse Mantis's power, he could simply kill me now and eliminate any future trouble. With the power he used to subdue me instantly, he's clearly suppressed the old problem and definitely has the strength to do so. Why wouldn't he?

"I won't explain that reason, and you don't need to understand it for now, but I'm very certain of one thing: you will definitely thank me for this in the future." It was an absurd riddle, of course, I couldn't guess it, but the situation was beyond my control, so I had to swallow my anger for now.

"Hey, I'll swallow this debt for now, but you betrayed our ally and violated our earlier agreement. How about that?" "How do you want to settle this? I won't help you rape women." "Smart, then let's do it this way. I have no interest in doing things in the middle of nowhere. You take care of this piece of trash for me, how about it?" The trash I was referring to was, of course, Bianca. This petite and adorable elf girl was badly injured in the bloody battle and then struck by her mother, the God of War, knocking her unconscious. But she had already woken up, her hands sticky with tears, her eyes gleaming.

The Water-Fire Spider and the Phoenix Blood Bee were both shattered in the battle and couldn't regenerate for a certain period. I was also exhausted from the battle and had no chance of fighting Bianca. If I didn't seek refuge with Bai Qi, I would die here immediately, let alone have any other improper thoughts.

Bai Qi's martial arts skills far surpassed Bianca's, but he seemed somewhat hesitant, considering how to deter her without causing her any real harm. After all, it wasn't easy to thwart a woman determined to avenge herself. So, Bai Qi fell into a brief moment of consideration.

Judging purely from his appearance, Bai Qi was just an unremarkable, ordinary young man. Bianca, who hadn't experienced his power, naturally didn't know his strength and was itching to use her halberd. I, on the other hand, watched the show with leisure.

Just as Bianca was about to take action, Bai Qi, deep in thought, suddenly made a decision. He first looked at me, as if he had gained some inspiration from me.

"Little elven girl, have you ever heard a story passed down through generations of elves? A young elven boy who loved flowers accidentally dropped one of his flowers into a sacred spring. He cried so bitterly that he moved the goddess of the spring, who appeared before him, holding a flower in each hand, and asked him questions..." Bai Qi's words were either uttered by someone with extensive knowledge or utter nonsense. In the past year or so, I've dabbled in various folk songs and legends of Solancia. Similar stories do exist, but the protagonist is a woodcutter, and what fell into the spring were two golden and silver axes—no flower-loving elven boy! Truly absurd.

However, Bai Qi didn't give us time to question him. He suddenly acted, casually stomping on the ground. The ground within dozens of feet around him was instantly sliced into countless tiny cubes, collapsing and rolling, making the ground, which had been ravaged by his mother, the God of War, smooth and soft like sand.

This divine skill rivaled that of the five strongest warriors, leaving even me, who was mentally prepared, stunned. Bianca was completely dumbfounded, all her fighting spirit and will vanishing into thin air. However, what truly surprised us even more was what was happening now.

Without a word, Bai Qi raised his middle finger at Bianca, just as his mother, the Goddess of War, had done earlier, lewdly moving it up and down. As Bianca's face gradually paled, he continued his nonsensical story.

"The goddess asked the boy: 'Which one did you fall into the spring—this tender, red, and tightly closed little daisy?'" Bai Qi smiled, his raised middle finger resembling a terrifying weapon, "...or your large, soon-to-be-broken chrysanthemum?" Recalling the feeling of being threatened by his mother, the Goddess of War, even a cunning villain like myself would feel a chill run down my spine. Bianca, facing such a threat for the first time, was undoubtedly under immense mental pressure, which explains her terrifying scream.

"Whoa~~~~~" The difference in strength, coupled with the intimidation of the alien, finally made Bianca consider retreating. Regaining her composure, she immediately flew away, brandishing her halberd to cover her retreat. In the blink of an eye, she was far away,

and we could only hear her panicked voice echoing in the distance. "You, you two are perverts! Perverts!!!" The terrified elven beauty fled at high speed, and as I listened to her receding voice, I couldn't suppress my laughter, finally bursting into laughter so hard I almost rolled on the ground.

The one who created this huge joke, however, seemed to feel no joy, looking at me expressionlessly.

"What's so funny?" "O-Of course there is... Hahahaha... You know... Hahehehe... That smile you gave me when you were giving me the middle finger was so lewd... Hehehehe..." "Is that so? I didn't feel anything myself." This seemingly cold boy, who didn't laugh when he should, revealed a gentle smile at this moment, speaking softly.

"This should be considered... 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'."

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Actually, the idea of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" might be a form of biased discrimination, but we can't help but think this way, and I believe many foreigners share this sentiment.

If androgynous monsters are a characteristic of the Ishtar wizards, then gay men and lesbians seem to be the landmarks of the Golden Flower Federation. This statement is certainly unfair, because homosexuals exist everywhere, and it's unreasonable to blame only the Golden Flower Federation. However, other countries are not tolerant of homosexuality; some conservative countries not only suppress it but even hunt them down. Only the Golden Flower Federation explicitly protects the rights of homosexuals; all homosexuals can be active openly without having to go to special places.

Therefore, for us foreigners, the Golden Flower Federation became known as the land of gay men. This stereotype was probably not the original intention of the wise legislator.

Putting aside this digression, Bai Qi and I, my travel companions who were temporarily unambiguous, finally arrived in Chicago after several days of travel.

The remaining days of the journey were spent traversing mountains and rivers, without any particularly dangerous situations. Because of the constraints imposed by this troublesome travel companion, I no longer had time to sneak away to rape, plunder, or harm the innocent. The original purpose of this solo trip was completely thwarted; my wishful thinking of using the rape and murder of virgins to boost my cultivation was also completely ruined.

However, I gained an even greater benefit than expected. The birth of the Yama Corpse Mantis was unexpectedly powerful. Compared to the previous two lustful god summoned beasts, its destructive power was a leap of three levels, and it seemed to have grasped the essence of dark summoned beasts. This was far more beneficial than the rape and murder of over a hundred virgins.

Just when I was overjoyed at my good fortune, I was doused with a bucket of cold water. I had secretly tested it a couple of times, and every time I tried to summon the Yama Corpse Mantis, my head felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles, the pain was so intense it felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what I tried. It seemed that unless I could break that damned lock of all-encompassing primordial energy, as Bai Qi had predicted, this intense pain would haunt me relentlessly as soon as I summoned the Yama Corpse Mantis.

It was infuriating! If I weren't restricted by this, I wouldn't need to think at all in future battles. I could easily summon the Yama Corpse Mantis and sweep across the battlefield. Although I wouldn't be able to contend with the strongest, I would have a considerable chance of winning against experts like Fang Qingshu and Kato Taka. Experts below the sixth level of cultivation would be no match for me.

The one who tied the knot must untie it. These past few days, I've been trying to build a closer relationship with Bai Qi. He's a very guarded person, not one to easily reveal his true thoughts. It's only because he's forced to maintain a friendly relationship with me that I've been able to respond to him with a few words during our conversations. In these back-and-forth exchanges, his thoughts have been leaked.

He's not actually a bad person; he's generally reasonable. As long as there's no conflict of interest, Bai Qi is even a gentle and polite young man. However, if one is blinded by this and ignores his danger, this seemingly refined and gentle young man can take a life in an instant.

Bai Qi's health is poor; to put it bluntly, it's extremely poor. Most of the time after sunset, he coughs heavily, as if his lungs are rotting and decaying. His strength is also very weak. After witnessing his attacks several times, my initial impression of him began to change. I started to think that this super soldier from Ishtar might actually be a super-flawed product that failed to be manufactured.

No matter how ill he became, Bai Qi never lost his strength. Even when he coughed most violently, I could still feel that razor-sharp, dangerous pressure emanating from him. Even the ghouls that tried to get close and take advantage of the situation would tuck their tails between their legs and run away at the mere glance of his eyes.

"You're really strange. You're so sick, why don't you find a place to rest? Do you really want to throw your life away?" I asked Bai Qi, unable to contain my confusion. He simply replied, "A mission that must be carried out must be completed." In the later days of the journey, Bai Qi didn't ask me anything about my memories. I didn't know what he wanted to get from my mind. However, during our conversations, I learned that his mother had passed away, his father had run away from home, and now he only had a younger brother, a younger sister, and apparently a messy brother-in-law.

Strangely enough, his unusually cold demeanor made me think he was cut off from all family and all alone. I was surprised to find he actually had a fairly normal family, and judging from his expressions and words, this young man was quite attached to his family. When he talked about his younger siblings, his expression… was gentler than ever before.

(What a strange Ishtar guy…)

Our acquaintance was fleeting. When the Chicago border marker finally came into view, we parted ways, but predictably, we would meet again at the racetrack soon.

Over the course of several days of travel, we had talked, eaten, and most importantly, fought side-by-side. There was bound to be some camaraderie, so the sudden parting felt a bit odd. I wondered how he felt, but I felt a somewhat ridiculous “reluctance” to leave. However, when we parted, neither of us said a word; we simply turned and walked away. A killer, a conman—friendship is not something we can afford. These fleeting acquaintances are the simplest and safest option; otherwise… sooner or later, we'll either be betrayed by our best friend, or we'll be betraying our best friend.

After that, I entered the big city of Chicago alone. For the past few days, I'd had a vague feeling that I was being followed and monitored by someone—not Bianca, but some other powerful figure or organization. Perhaps it was Bai Qi's Ishtar escort, or maybe the Black Dragon Ninja Army that had returned. But since they hadn't shown themselves, I pretended not to know. Once I entered Chicago, this feeling disappeared. I suppose they must have gone with another companion of mine.

Chicago is vast, with countless vehicles and pedestrians causing massive traffic jams even from the city's outskirts. Trains, horses, and maglev trains form a complex transportation network, while towering skyscrapers vie for height, their unique glass facades reflecting sunlight, making the city center's vibrant beauty visible from miles away—a sight that leaves me in awe.

Walking along Fifth Avenue, the city's most bustling thoroughfare, the eight lanes are filled with gleaming luxury cars. Neatly trimmed trees and flowerbeds line the sidewalks, their vibrant greens and reds adding elegance to the grand cityscape. Meanwhile, the oddly shaped, whimsical tables and chairs along the sidewalks, though seemingly comical, possess a futuristic artistry that reveals the city's vitality.

"Tsk, why do I smell popcorn and hot dogs everywhere? I've been wandering around in the mountains for days, I'm actually quite hungry." I still had some money, but my only thought was to meet up with Yueying, fearing that something might have happened during my days of isolation that could cause the situation to spiral out of control.

The meeting place Yueying gave me was a high-rise building on Fifth Avenue, owned by the Buffett family. On my way there, I overheard people talking about current events. Besides the news of the New Orleans flood, they were also talking about the orc slaves in Ishtar who had rioted again, resulting in considerable bloodshed.

(Damn, this is the last thing I wanted to hear. Can't those orcs behave themselves? They're already slaves, why don't they just accept their fate and cause me trouble?)

Ishtar is thousands of miles away, and even if tens of thousands of orc slaves die in the riot, it won't concern me. But Xue is a variable that's giving me a headache. Ah Xue has become increasingly interested in news about orcs lately, truly considering herself a half-orc. She frequently asks about the beast slaves in Ishtar, and I always brush her off lightly. Later, I even gave Mao Yan'an and Yu Ni strict orders not to let Ah Xue know anything about that, lest she lose her mind and actually pester me to go to Ishtar to liberate the slaves.

This is no joke; given Ah Xue's personality, this isn't just possible, it's highly likely.

And if such a thing were to actually happen, I'd rather she regain her memories and let me fight Tianhe Xueqiong to the death, or even just let her kill me. Otherwise, if I were to single-handedly storm into Ishtar to liberate the beast slaves, the result would likely be many deaths, much worse. Since

I'm not by Ah Xue's side, I hope those unscrupulous middle-aged men will strictly adhere to orders and not hypocritically fuel the flames. Otherwise, one wave after another will rise, and we might all soon be dragged to Ishtar to be saviors, only to be nailed to wooden frames together.

(Oh, I almost forgot, I tied the old man up like a mummy, stuffed him in Amadeus and sent him away as a package. I wonder if he's been returned? Hahaha, could he really have turned into a dried-up human?)

Lost in my smug fantasy, I arrived at the agreed-upon building, introducing myself as the newly hired race car driver for the Buffett Group, requesting to see Chairman Leng Yueying.

The guards, already instructed, led me inside to bathe and change. However, when I demanded to see Yueying immediately, I encountered unexpected resistance. Several of Yueying's personal maids said she was receiving guests, but their faces showed strange, troubled expressions, as if there was something they couldn't let me know.

(Receiving guests? What kind of important guests? Are they dignitaries from the Golden Finch Federation? But Sister Yueying knows I'm here, there's no reason she'd let me stay. And these maids' expressions are so strange, even ambiguous, what's going on… Ah!)

My mind raced, and an idea flashed through my head. My face suddenly darkened as I thought of the most likely reason.

When Ryan Buffett was president, Yueying helped him stabilize the political situation by hosting the Buffett family's private, shady banquets. These were extremely luxurious, debauched, and decadent parties where, through masked, immoral exchanges, the desires and weaknesses of high-ranking officials were exploited to gain their loyalty.

As far as I know, Yueying was the hostess of these banquets, only responsible for hosting. The actual work of receiving VIPs was entirely delegated to top-tier prostitutes hired at exorbitant prices. Although the guests coveted the queen's beauty, they could only pay homage and kiss her delicate toes, never able to have a physical relationship with her.

Even so, this matter still made me very uncomfortable. So, after Yueying and I became close, I brought up this matter. Although I didn't explain it very clearly, Yueying considerately sensed my feelings and promised that she would find someone else to take over the work and would no longer handle the banquet arrangements herself.

I had always assumed Yueying had left this shady work, but seeing the maids' shifty eyes and strange expressions, I still harbored suspicions.

Yueying's personal maids were all trained in martial arts, capable of wielding swords and spears, but as a pursuer and a magician, I naturally possessed several techniques for getting the truth out of them, and quickly figured out the truth.

It turned out that Yueying had indeed given up her job as the host of the banquets, but even though she no longer hosted group banquets, she was still designated by a very small number of important guests to receive special personal services. The maids didn't know the identities of these guests, but they could easily guess that the people Yueying had to serve were definitely top figures in the Golden Finch Federation, whose every move could influence international affairs.

“After the President’s death, the Madam has been reducing the number of guests. Now… there’s only one mysterious guest left in the country, who comes to receive the Madam every month and a half.” The only important figure from the Golden Fern Federation whom Yueying had no choice but to receive, and who only came every month and a half—this mysterious guest's identity piqued my intense curiosity, and I desperately wanted to find out.

“Where is the banquet held? Could it be inside this building? There are unusual magical fluctuations underground, this kind of barrier… Is the banquet underground?” “…No…we can’t say…” Half-dazed, the maids struggled to resist my demands, but if I let them resist successfully, they’d be out of a job.

With some mild nerve-damaging drugs and skillful manipulation, I easily got the maids to lead me straight to the secret underground club.

The building below was indeed heavily guarded; without these maids to guide me, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to get past the layers of guards. Besides hundreds of powerful martial artists and skilled sorcerers, there were dozens of layers of complex barriers to prevent attacks and spying from various long-range magic. I believed that even if a terrifying attack instantly razed the building to the ground, it wouldn't harm the people reveling underground.

Upon entering the pitch-black underground club, I hesitated briefly, wondering if I should continue.

Emotionally, I trusted Yueying. Although her moon-like soul contained some dark aspects that even I couldn't grasp, she was a very wise woman who knew her bottom line. Since she had chosen to be with me, she wouldn't do anything I couldn't accept.

However, I couldn't deny that a certain degree of darkness would become a powerful stimulus during our lovemaking, more potent than any aphrodisiac, turning us into two naked beasts, writhing in primal desire, reaching an extreme climax that was incomparable to ordinary intercourse.

Because of this, a considerable part of my curiosity to explore unknown secrets stemmed from a hidden hope that the secrets I encountered would provide me with great stimulation and excitement.

Having traversed layers of guards and blockades, I finally reached the depths of the underground structure. However, an unexpected message arrived: the VIP had finished their reception for the day and was about to depart via this path.

Hearing this, a thought flashed through my mind. I sidestepped, blending into the group of maids, head bowed, waiting for the mysterious VIP to pass by. To avoid attracting attention, fearing the person might be a top-tier expert, I deliberately suppressed my aura to a minimum. A moment later, I heard a peculiar footstep…

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