Alibuda Chronicles Volume 24: Chapter 2 The Uninvited Guest

In recent years, the Jingnian Chan Society's slogan of "Exterminating demons and evil, and saving all sentient beings" has garnered significant support from the younger disciples of the Light God Palace, enjoying widespread approval and rapid growth, seemingly indicating an early generational shift. However, among these young disciples, Fang Qingshu, considered the most outstanding of the younger generation, has consistently refused to join the Jingnian Chan Society, a fact that has become a source of deep regret for the society.

On the surface, the Jingnian Chan Society lacks a president or similar leader, instead being managed by a committee of several monks. Tianlong, one of the committee members, has repeatedly challenged Fang Qingshu to compensate for his refusal. He believes that proving himself equal to Fang Qingshu would stabilize the society and reduce dissent. Unfortunately, Fang Qingshu remains steadfast in his refusal, even when confronted publicly.

(Sigh! Those bald thieves are truly useless. If they grabbed a few passersby, killed one, and then threatened Fang Qingshu with killing all the hostages, would he still be able to cower? Or if everyone brought a bucket of excrement and urine and poured it directly over his head, would he still be able to act all cool and say, "I'll let you win"? These stupid monks…)

I sighed inwardly, watching as the monks, after failing their challenge, simply revealed their true colors and earnestly took turns persuading Fang Qingshu to join the Jingnian Chan Society.

The Jingnian Chan Society had too much influence on the Loess Plateau. Even though I deliberately avoided them, I still often encountered their people. However, recalling it, I had never met their decision-making level. But these bald thieves talking to Fang Qingshu now were first-rate figures in terms of martial arts and reputation. Even if they weren't in the decision-making center, they should be key figures in the Chan Society. Through them, I should be able to understand this Jingnian Chan Society, right?

In public, the monks couldn't possibly discuss military secrets, but through their conversation, it seemed the Pure Mind Chan Society had already taken concrete action, calling on wave after wave of monk soldiers to rush to the East China Sea to join forces with the resistance and participate in the holy war to eradicate evil.

Disciplined and highly armed monk soldiers were far superior to ordinary mercenaries and swordsmen. At this time, the Black Dragon Society was still recovering from the Ghost Ship battle, and the Black Dragon King remained hidden, resulting in several major defeats and the loss of a large area of sea to the resistance. However, the monks who participated in the battles had also suffered heavy casualties and were in dire need of reinforcements.

"The Pure Mind Zen Society needs Brother Fang's strength. You've been to the East Sea and witnessed the Black Dragon Society's brutality and evil. Are you going to stand idly by and let these traitors wreak havoc on the world?"

Mentioning the Black Dragon Society, the monks' expressions turned indignant. Everyone was filled with fighting spirit, eager to rush to the East Sea, uproot the Black Dragon Society, kill all the villains, and save the local people from their suffering. At the height of their fervor, some closed their eyes to chant scriptures, while others wore angry expressions. Although I still found it difficult to understand why these monks were so eager to go to the battlefield, at least one thing was certain: if these people went to the battlefield, they wouldn't be there to rob or seek fame.

Having served in the military for many years, I've seen too many soldiers. Those who are always eager to start a war say one thing, but everyone knows in their hearts that they're only after more money and power. But these monks… should we call them hot-blooded youths? At least now they genuinely want to go there to eradicate evil and promote good, without any selfish desires. If I hadn't witnessed the details of the East Sea, I might have been moved by this atmosphere.

But compared to me, Fang Qingshu is truly an oddball. Sometimes he's so enthusiastic and righteous that you almost think he's just a hot-blooded mortal, but other times his calm and composure makes him seem like an ancient rock that hasn't moved for millennia. No matter how his fellow disciples try to persuade him, he quietly drinks his tea, not uttering a word, his expression so indifferent that it's as if he can't hear anything.

"My fellow disciples are all from the Jingdian Temple, so you should know that I, Fang, do not agree with the radical propositions of the Chan Association. But as long as our goals are aligned, even if I don't join the Chan Association, we're still on the same path."

Fang Qingshu's polite refusal seemed to be expected by the monks, but someone still blurted out.

“Even if you don’t join, Senior Brother Fang should still help us win this race. After

all, the sect leader is also…” As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Qingshu’s expression changed drastically. He seemed about to reprimand us, but then he saw Ah Xue and me standing outside the teahouse. His face lit up with joy. However, before he could say anything, the group of bald thieves had already noticed us, following his gaze.

“Ah? The great villain John Farrell!”

the bald thieves shouted, and then the scene exploded like boiling water. A large group of bald monks rushed over and surrounded Ah Xue and me.

"Traitor! Today is the day your evil deeds are fully exposed!"

"Traitor your mother! It's best if monks can curse people freely, what kind of bullshit Zen do you bald monks practice?"

"Fellow disciples, don't say any more to him. This villain betrayed the country first, then colluded with the Black Dragon Society, and now he has murdered Uncle Ku. His crimes are heinous, and today we will rid the world of this scourge!"

To be honest, this kind of scene is really old-fashioned. In short, after exchanging only a few words, the thieving bald men turned hostile and were about to attack. At this moment, the most awkward person was Fang Qingshu. He couldn't let these fellow disciples fight with us, but on the other hand, he couldn't openly protect the murderer of Master Ku. He was in a dilemma.

A malicious thought suddenly occurred to me: perhaps I could lend Tianlong a hand by subtly manipulating the situation with words, putting Fang Qingshu in a difficult position, forcing him to fight Tianlong—a win-win situation indeed. However, seeing the situation turning against me, Ah Xue had already secretly reached behind her waist, gripping her magic wand, her beautiful eyes fixed on me, waiting for the signal to activate, ready to face the enemy.

During this process, something quite interesting happened. From what I understand, the bald thieves of the Temple of Light avoid fighting female enemies to prevent suspicion—which is why they trained the Japanese sisters. But the group of monks surrounding us still looked at Ah Xue with murderous intent, seemingly not treating her as a woman. Why was that?

(Could it be... because of the orcs? Heh, that bald thief keeps talking about the equality of all beings, so why aren't orcs included? How ridiculous.)

I had an urge to burst out laughing. I never imagined that the Golden Flower Federation, which claims to have the highest level of humanistic literacy and the most democratic spirit in the modern era, could not avoid such human flaws. What's even more ridiculous is that this orc girl whom they looked down upon was originally a saintess whom they eagerly worshipped. Although their bodies were different, their souls were the same. When the monks expounded on the way of reincarnation, they were eloquent and persuasive, but when faced with a real situation, how come they were completely different?

Despite my sneer, the problem at hand still needed to be solved first. I gave Ah Xue a signal, telling her not to act rashly, and that I would show off my sharp tongue first. Little did I know that before my plan could be implemented, things had already changed.

The one disrupting the battle wasn't Fang Qingshu, who was directly involved, but a young man who suddenly appeared behind him. His arrival was completely unexpected; despite the large number of people present, no one noticed when or how he arrived. His first words were incredibly arrogant.

"Is that the notorious John Farrell? Very well, this is the man I specifically requested. He'll be very useful to me. All bystanders, step aside, or face the consequences."

As he spoke, everyone recognized the young man. He wasn't tall or particularly muscular, giving off a lean and capable impression. His black eyes and short black hair contrasted sharply with his fair skin. His features were delicate, but not strikingly handsome. If I hadn't seen him at the racetrack yesterday and remembered the incredibly beautiful girl beside him, I probably wouldn't have recognized him at all. This time, he wasn't in a wheelchair; he walked there on his own.

(Who is this kid? He's so arrogant. Where's that weird wheelchair he was in yesterday? No, where's that super pretty girl who was with him? That's the important thing...)

My focus was clearly different from everyone else's. A delicate, slender young man walked from behind Fang Qingshu towards a group of burly monks, uttering threatening words. The contrast between the two sides was comical to anyone watching. The monks, led by Tianlong, naturally didn't take the threat to heart, but were cautious for a moment because they were wary of the young man's powerful background. Even so, some people couldn't help but laugh.

"Young brother, who let you come here? Whose scion are you? You don't know the gravity of your words, so don't speak recklessly, Amitabha."

It's undoubtedly a mistake for an adult not to know when to laugh, but the price to pay for not knowing when to shut up is definitely much higher. However, no one expected it to be this high at the time.

"This master's Dharma name is Tianyin, right? It's a pleasure to meet you."

Without any introduction, the young man miraculously uttered the name of the monk in front of him.

"Then... farewell."

Before people could understand these words, before their brains processed them, Monk Tianyin vanished from their sight, leaving only a blood-red shadow imprinted on the ground. The entire transformation was sudden and eerie. Even experts like Fang Qingshu, A Xue, and Tianlong were completely unprepared. They didn't know how the young man had done it, nor did they expect him to be so extreme, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation. Instantly, everyone was on high alert, and the encirclement was shifted to focus on the young man.

"Meaningless killing is a waste of resources, unnecessary and quite foolish. However, when there is no mutual recognition, moderate killing can be a quick way to establish authority and a sense of seriousness."

Without any extra emotion, the young man spoke these words calmly, and with each sentence he uttered, the number of monks in the encirclement decreased by one. I didn't see how he made a move, nor did I hear any parrying or screams. The bald thief standing outside simply vanished, leaving only a twisted, reddish-black shadow on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the young man had killed seven skilled members of the Pure Mind Zen Society. The thick encirclement was now riddled with holes, and the survivors' faces had long lost their composure, showing either rage or fear.

"Who is your background, sir? Why did you kill my seven junior brothers? Isn't this a bit too ruthless?"

Fang Qingshu, who had been hesitant because of the other party's age, finally lost his temper. He stopped the Tianlong monk, who was about to launch a preemptive attack with his staff, stepped forward, drew his sword, and his sharp aura brought the panic of the crowd under control, demonstrating his leadership position. However, the young man's expression remained as calm as water, as if he didn't see any of this.

"Killing is only about whether it's effective. Who cares about how ruthless it is? You great villain John, don't you think so?"

The young man spoke calmly, glancing at me as if asking a question. Before I could answer, someone in the group of monks shouted out.

"The Black Dragon Society! It's a demon from the Black Dragon Society!"

"The Black Dragon Society? What's that?"

The boy's reaction to being accused of being from the Black Dragon Society was quite peculiar. He thought for a moment, then a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"The Black Dragon Society... what is that?"

The bald thieves speculated that he was from the Black Dragon Society because of his audacity in being within the Golden Flower Federation, yet unafraid of the Palace of Light, and his ruthlessness rarely seen in the world. However, they hadn't expected this boy to disregard even the Black Dragon Society. Soon, someone else shouted out another answer.

"Ishtar! He's Ishtar's Blood Spirit Warrior."

"Hmm, clever. First, label the unknown enemy as an enemy, then you can act without restraint, using any means necessary."

After killing several people, the boy's voice was no longer as flat as before, but rather a mocking sneer, but he ultimately didn't deny it. As for this answer, I personally think it's quite possible. Based on my experience in the East China Sea, the Black Dragon Society's style is deeply calculating, rarely resorting to indiscriminate killing on land. This young man casually kills to establish his authority, and his methods are vastly different from the Black Dragon Society's martial arts and spells I know. Thinking through all the unknown forces I've encountered, it truly seems to be Ishtar.

I'm an enemy of the bald thieves, but I feel no joy at the idea that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend." After all, I haven't forgotten that the young man said he came for me when he first appeared. Recalling the deep-seated grudges with Ishtar, being targeted by something like this means only revenge; there's no room for anything good. This young man's attacks are unpredictable, his technique of instantly turning people into blood shadows—I wonder if a counter-spell could reflect that. If it's not magic, I'd be dead for sure. This is not something to joke about; it's best to slip away as soon as possible.

I winked at Xue, signaling that I was looking for a chance to escape, and then gave her a secret hand signal that she should just worry about herself and not worry about me, so as not to hinder my retreat. Xue's beautiful eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously, indicating that the enemy was too strong and this method was not appropriate.

"Trying to leave? Once I've locked onto a target, no one has ever escaped."

Before Xue and I could finish confirming, the boy had already noticed my movement and attacked me unexpectedly. I wondered if this person was a specially trained elite warrior of Ishtar; he was incredibly strong. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xue and me, and a claw strike came fiercely.

Ah Xue had already gripped her wand tightly, setting up a magical defense array. The moment the boy's claw entered her magical range, hundreds of emerald green will-o'-the-wisps were immediately launched wildly, all hitting the target at close range. An ordinary person would have been riddled with holes and killed on the spot. Even a master of this art, who could use their protective aura or magical barrier to block, would inevitably suffer a strong impact and need to retreat to recover their breath. But the boy seemed to feel nothing at all, letting the hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps pass through his body without pain or injury, and continued to reach out with his claw towards me.

(What is this? Magic has no effect on him at all? Are there really people in the world who are immune to magic? Has Ishtar's technology been able to create such a person? But the bombardment of will-o'-the-wisps contains toxins in addition to magic. Even if he is immune to magic, is he still immune to all poisons?)

In a flash, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and I analyzed a lot of information, but it was of no help to the situation at hand. Fortunately, a roar rang out in time, as loud as thunder and lightning, containing a sacred aura that could subdue demons and ward off evil. It was the Lion's Roar of Cihang Jingdian, jointly unleashed by Fang Qingshu and Tianlong. It was an incomparably pure Zen Qi, which shook the heavens and the earth and repelled all evil. However, it could not slow down the outstretched claw in the slightest. Blood splattered, and the several powerful spells that Ah Xue instantly cast were like mud oxen entering the sea, having no effect whatsoever. She herself was blasted away by the aftershocks of the claw's force.

"Ah Xue!"

At the critical moment, I saw that Ah Xue only had blood seeping from her forehead and hadn't materialized into a blood shadow, which relieved me slightly. However, my left shoulder was touched by the enemy's five fingers, and an indescribable pain penetrated deep into my bones, quickly spreading to every part of my body. I almost fainted on the spot from the pain. Fortunately, a golden dragon and a silver rainbow shot in from the left and right, their momentum unstoppable, finally forcing the hand that was about to hold on to loosen its grip and first defend against the fierce attacks from both sides.

The combined power of the two great masters from the Buddhist and secular families of the Temple of Light was truly earth-shattering. The monk Tianlong wielded his Nine-Ringed Demon-Subduing Staff with ferocious energy, its golden light coalescing into a raging dragon. Each strike of the staff was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, possessing the power to shatter stone tablets. Fang Qingshu's longsword, flashing at high speed, became a streak of rainbow light, like a raging storm. In a single flash, it had already unleashed dozens of sword energies, swift and unparalleled, trapping the enemy's entire body within the sword light, leaving only a sliver of space at the top of his head for the Demon-Subduing Staff to crash down.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar followed. Without the youth even making a move, the earth-shattering staff strike was actually deflected back by Tianlong. It took a great deal of effort for Tianlong to withstand the recoil, steadying his staff, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Fang Qingshu reacted swiftly, switching his longsword from defense to offense to cover Tianlong, who was still recovering from his shock. Tianlong, no weakling either, caught his breath and flicked his staff, causing the nine-ringed Buddhist ornament on its tip to emit a strange sound, like a monk chanting sutras or a divine artifact resonating. Powerful waves of light emanated from it, greatly invigorating both Tianlong and Fang Qingshu, increasing the power and momentum of their attacks.

The staff was steely, the sword flexible; one was like a mountain pressing down, a thousand horses galloping; the other was like mercury seeping into the ground, penetrating every crevice. The staff's unparalleled power, combined with the longsword's meticulous precision, created a formidable killing formation, one of the strongest in the world, with virtually no weaknesses in offense or defense. Although this was the first time Fang Qingshu and Tianlong had joined forces, because they were from the same school and understood each other's martial arts, their teamwork was surprisingly excellent, displaying a multitude of ingenious moves. Their top-notch combined attack left the onlookers dazzled.

However, although I could see that the two of them were extremely powerful when they joined forces, and could be considered invincible within the sixth level of strength, I could not see how the boy defended or how he repelled the enemy. We could not even see him make any movements. All the swords, spears, and staffs that came within a foot of him were deflected and neutralized, and could not hurt him at all. If such martial arts were really martial arts, they would be truly terrifying, and it also showed that the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

(I remember back in the Southern Barbarian lands, Fang Zi already possessed the seventh level of power. After several years of training, I wonder how much progress he has made. If the two of us were to be defeated together, would he have a better chance of winning if he used his seventh level of power alone?)

Thinking is my greatest strength and my trump card in turning the tide of battle. However, my left shoulder was in so much pain that I gradually felt my consciousness becoming heavy, and my vision became fragmented. In the end, it seemed that the boy did something, and the sword and staff that were attacking fiercely were deflected together, clearly indicating that he had been defeated. Tianlong quickly clasped his hands together and formed a hand seal, seemingly about to activate the staff's special ability and condense a light beast. Fang Qingshu's face changed from red to green, as if he was about to advance to the seventh level of power. But in that instant of fighting, the boy moved like lightning and suddenly flew towards me.

(How is this possible! This kid, unarmed, defeated three level six experts in the blink of an eye. Even Kato Taka and Takema Ima couldn't have done it so easily. Doesn't that mean he's one of the five strongest? When did Ishtar acquire such an expert?)

I was shocked by my own thoughts. Seeing that the deadly claw was about to touch me again, I didn't have time to summon the Hellish God of Lust. Just as I was about to use the Lustful Spirit for a final desperate attempt, my body suddenly tightened, as if I was entangled by something. Then, I was lightly lifted into the air, narrowly avoiding the claw, and landed on a wall ten feet away as if riding on clouds.

(What happened? Who helped?)

I found myself tied around the waist with a rope. Surprised, I looked up and saw that the end of the rope was held by a man in black. The man was dressed in a common black night-clothes style. He was of medium build, and I couldn't see his face at all. But he was incredibly fast. He pulled on the rope and leaped into the air like a crane soaring through the clouds, which also took me away from the scene at high speed.

"Hey! You are..."

The wind rushed into my mouth, making it hard to speak clearly. I could only see the surrounding scenery rushing past. Fang Qingshu and Tianlong's astonished expressions flashed by. I was unexpectedly taken away, helplessly pulled up and down by the ropes, with no idea where this black-clad kidnapper was taking me.

(Damn it, it's too fast, I can't see the scenery clearly, where am I?)

Escaping from the demon boy of Ishtar was a great relief, but it was like jumping from an iceberg into a fire pit, which was meaningless. I wanted to break free from this binding state, but the ropes were very tight, and it was not easy to break free in a short time. It took me a lot of effort to successfully summon the lustful spirit to burn the ropes, but then the end of the rope was released. I watched helplessly as the black-clad man shot into the sky, while I fell down.

"Fuck your mother..."

The fall wasn't too high, but I landed in a pool of water. When I stood up, soaking wet, I was shocked to find everything very familiar. I realized I was back in my city residence. The man in black had done a great job rescuing me, but he hadn't brought me in through the front door and had instead played a trick on me.

The fall itself wasn't serious, but the claw strike that had pierced my body earlier had caused considerable pain. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that two of my bones were broken, making me dizzy with pain. Just as I was about to step out of the pool, I suddenly heard a cry of "Ah!" and saw someone standing in front of me.

It was a petite figure, her steps as light as falling petals. She wore a gray robe and a black veil, with a string of agate prayer beads around her neck. Her snow-white cuffs and collar were spotless, and her lovely face radiated a holy glow. Her golden hair, as pure as the rising sun, shone brightly with each step.

“Brother John.”

“…Xingmei?”

Seeing my soaking wet and disheveled state, Xingmei quickly reached out to help me up. When I saw Xingmei, my first reaction was to grab her, and our hands met. The warm, smooth feeling went straight to my heart, and a sentence slipped out.

“Little Xingmei, I missed you so much.”

Even I was surprised when I said those words. Did I really miss Xingmei that much? When? Had I thought about her often before? Not never, but very rarely.

But, whether it was sincere or not, the effect of those words was obvious. A smile appeared on Xingmei's face, and a faint blush rose on her pale cheeks. She said shyly, “Xingmei… also often misses Brother John.”

After saying that, the faint smile was overshadowed by pain. Xingmei seemed to remember something and began to pull her hand away and back away. On a whim, I cried out in pain, amplifying the pain in my body tenfold. Sure enough, my innocent and lovely little sister came closer to care for me and helped me out of the pool.

I had finally created an opportunity, but unfortunately, I didn't know what to say. I could only ramble on about how much I missed her and how worried I was about her since we parted. Although it was just a half-hearted exchange, it was enough for Xingmei. She looked so touched she was almost crying.

"Thank you, Brother John. Xingmei has been wanting to see you again… It's been so long, but Xingmei still misses you so much. I often dream about you, and in my dreams you're still so… naughty. I'm afraid you'll recognize me, and you'll try to… so I've been avoiding you lately. But I've been praying for you every day, hoping you'll be safe and sound and become a good person."

When she said the word "naughty," a blush rose on the girl's face. She was incredibly cute. Supporting her, I could feel her slender, graceful waist, and I recalled the night the brother and sister had been together.

(Sigh, why am I still thinking about my sister's butt at a time like this? Am I really a beast in human clothing?)

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel gloomy. My injuries were really serious, and all I could hear were discouraging words. My vision seemed to be getting darker and darker...

As if she wanted to finish saying what had been pent up for a long time, Xingmei told me how she came to the Golden Flower Federation after we parted ways, how she joined the Light God Palace to study, how she found peace of mind here, how she cultivated while participating in the medical team to do good deeds and save lives, how she was worried when she heard the rumors about my activities outside, how she often prayed for me, and how she hoped that we would meet again someday.

"...We made mistakes in the past, and we can't do that again. But, I'm very happy to have a brother like you. Brother, can I be your sister from now on?"

Xingmei spoke very seriously, and I didn't mean to mock her, but... not on purpose, but suddenly I felt dizzy and fell headfirst. I heard a sound of tearing cloth and a scream. When I fell, I seemed to have accidentally pulled on something and rolled together with it.

"Ah... Brother John..."

Amid the girl's panicked cry, I barely opened my eyes and was shocked to see a pair of smooth, fair, and delicate girl's thighs struggling incessantly, bound by the tattered black robe. At the end of those snow-white and smooth thighs, a light blue underpants adorned with small floral embroidery barely covered the girl's snow-white buttocks, which undulated and swayed as she struggled.

(Such beautiful panties, why... why are they my sister's panties? It's all my perverted father's fault!)

Actually, I could have rolled to the side and not fainted on Xingmei's body, or I could have relied on my willpower to struggle to my feet and not let myself faint, but a stubborn impulse made me spit out a mouthful of blood, staining a small flower on the panties red, blooming like petals of crimson peaches on the girl's snow-white buttocks, and I fainted with everything in front of me turning red.

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