Alibuda Chronicles Volume 24: Chapter 1 The Secret of Bloodline

People learn from experience through shock and mistakes, but no matter how much experience one accumulates, it's hard to escape being "shocked." Some things, rather than asking me if I'd be surprised… well, I almost wish I'd never heard of them.

"...You probably don't believe it, but… Xingmei might be your biological sister."

Yueying wasn't one to joke about serious matters, but the words coming from her mouth sounded utterly unreal.

Xingmei was the third princess of the Kingdom of Alibuda, her father and mother both from royalty, possessing the purest Leng royal blood. She even had a blue floral mark on her shoulder signifying her royal lineage, proving her pure bloodline. She had absolutely no relation to me, and now she suddenly became my biological sister? Could such an absurd thing even exist?

"I don't know the details either, but there's a theory... that my mother and Uncle Yuantang grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Under those circumstances, it's not impossible that they had mutual feelings and lingering ties."

"Wait! I remember you saying before, sister, that your father and mother grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Now your mother and my perverted father are childhood sweethearts too! How can this relationship be so complicated? What exactly is that childhood sweetheart made of? A rubber vibrator?"

In a bad mood, her tone was even worse than usual, but Yueying patiently accepted my complaints and gently offered an explanation.

A crown prince and the son of a powerful minister—two people with similar backgrounds—playing together as children isn't strange at all. Even I myself had frequent opportunities to enter and leave the palace when I was young for the same reason. In short, the current Queen is His Majesty the King's cousin by blood. They were childhood playmates, and that's how she became close to my perverted father. Although I've never heard of them having any romantic relationship, such matters are confidential and private. If kept well-hidden, it's not surprising that the secret has remained undisclosed for years.

"So... it's because my perverted father and your mother, sister, had a lingering, unresolved affair, resulting in Xingmei?"

I reasoned, still somewhat skeptical. After all, I found it hard to imagine my perverted father engaging in romantic relationships with women, let alone having an extramarital affair and fathering a daughter. It all seemed unbelievable.

But Yueying confirmed my doubts, saying that logically, this was the most reasonable conclusion. She had only vaguely heard rumors about it and wasn't certain until Xingmei and I were involved in an incident in Sara City, when she learned of the past from confidential letters from Sara.

(Huh? A secret letter? But not many people know about Xingmei and me, so the sender couldn't possibly be…)

Realizing the crucial point, my eyes widened, and I pointed at Yueying, my mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

“Yes, little brother, just as you suspected, the one who sent the letter to tell me about this… was Linglan

,” Yueying said. As Leng Linglan grew older and more sensible, her power increased, and she gradually came into contact with some court secrets, which she began to investigate, eventually discovering this secret. Originally, Leng Linglan wanted to bury this secret and not harm anyone, but unexpectedly, by chance, Xingmei and I met and had a relationship. By the time Leng Linglan found out, it was too late. She could only act decisively, telling Xingmei the truth and sending her away from Alibuda, while also seeking revenge on me and making things difficult for me.

(I really can't believe it... No wonder Leng Linglan feels so bad about me. In her eyes, I'm a beast who seduced his own sister... Hmm, but her dislike for me didn't start from then. New grudges plus old ones, this is a real mess...)

The complicated relationships are like a tangled mess of threads, giving me a terrible headache. Even if all of this is true, I don't think I'm wrong. After all, I was completely unaware before, so I'm a victim too. But... I really don't know how to explain my feelings towards Leng Linglan.

Logically speaking, she has every reason to hate me. I can't forgive her, but I can understand that my long-standing hatred for her seems to have faded now. But...

(Huh? Xingmei is my perverted father's illegitimate daughter? When did those two childhood sweethearts start their lingering relationship?)

Thinking of this crucial question, I looked up at Yueying in horror. She seemed hesitant, a hint of sympathy on her beautiful face, before finally nodding in acknowledgment with a soft sigh.

"Yes, little brother, just as you thought, Lanlan and you... are also... um, you know."

Damn it! Damn it! That's fucking... My perverted dad is really perverted. He doesn't show his true colors usually, but when he does, it's earth-shattering. Of all the women he can't get, he just has to go for the royal women, and now I'm in this predicament... Sigh, I'm not right either. Of all the women he can't get, why did he have to go for the royal women? Now I'm in this dilemma.

My thoughts were already a mess, and now they're even more chaotic. This problem isn't fatal, but it's more troublesome than any external problem. My mind is like I'm drunk, dizzy and unable to think straight.

However, the remaining sense of crisis alerted me to another serious problem…

“Sister, then…you…”

“Sister, no. You can rest assured about that. Before I returned to Alibuda, the three of us sisters secretly had our blood tested. I truly don’t have a single drop of Farrell’s blood, which is why I dared to be so close to you…”

Yueying reached out and comforted me by holding my right hand. The warmth from her soft, smooth palm made me feel much better, but my heart sank even further. The blood test was more conclusive evidence than any rumors, proving that Yueying and I had no relation, but proving that Leng Linglan, Xingmei, and I had an undeniable relationship.

That perverted father, he really “did” well this time…

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I’m not a very moral person, and I’ve seen quite a few big scenes. With my improved abilities, it’s rare for anything to make me lose my composure and remain calm for hours.

In fact, even I was surprised that having sex with my own sister could have such a huge impact on me. Logically, given my history of rape and kidnapping, and my self-proclaimed ruthlessness and viciousness, there's no reason I should be so affected by something like this. However, the severe reactions of Yueying and Xingmei, and the atmosphere surrounding it, affected me, making me realize the seriousness of the situation and adding to my worries.

In Sara, Xingmei vomited halfway through our encounter; tonight, during our second time together, her fierce resistance has now become clear. The impact of physical intimacy with one's own brother on a young girl is so intense, and it's amazing she endured those last two times. Now, imagining Xingmei's feelings at that time, I must have appeared to her as the most hideous and vile creature.

After suffering such trauma, it's completely understandable why Xingmei is hiding her identity and avoiding me, and why her attitude has become so strange. I didn't feel deeply about what I had done, but seeing Xingmei's strong reaction, I gradually realized the harm I had caused. That feeling was truly unbearable, especially since even Yueying, who was usually lenient with me, spoke with unusual seriousness, which told me how serious she took this matter.

"...Boys are full of vigor and inevitably make mistakes. It's not entirely your fault; it was just a series of coincidences, a twist of fate. But... in short, you can't treat Xingmei like that again. No one else knows about this serious matter. Now, you and she can still start over..."

Hearing these words, I felt a surge of anger. Although Xingmei and I weren't truly in love, did we have to live like sinners, avoiding each other and forever living in fear and repentance like two guilty criminals, just because of this inexplicable reason?

But when I looked up and gazed into Yueying's gentle eyes, filled with worry and expectation, a sudden realization struck me. A crucial question crossed my mind.

Leng Qiji, that good-for-nothing, wasn't as dissolute as he is today in his youth. Strictly speaking, he was quite renowned and highly regarded by the officials. Could it be that being cuckolded drastically changed his personality, turning him into the incompetent and incompetent ruler he is today?

Even worse, everyone says that even tigers don't eat their cubs. Could it be that Leng Qiji extended his lustful clutches to his daughter, twisting Yueying's life forever, for this very reason? If so, isn't the source of all this misfortune my perverted father?

Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine. For some reason, I couldn't meet Yueying's gaze. Upon further reflection, everything seemed to fall into place, making me want to run away from her immediately. Finally, I had no choice but to agree to Yueying's request and flee her room, returning to my own courtyard. I sat alone on the stone steps, clutching my head tightly, as if my head would explode from the overwhelming anguish if I let go.

Reflecting on everything that had happened, I had to realize that seeing Xingmei again would be extremely difficult. Putting everything else aside, the distance between us made it hard for me to interact with her normally, especially after tonight's almost illicit encounter. As her beastly brother, I didn't know how to face her.

In my distress, a strange, soft sound drew my attention. I saw Violet silently approaching me, her bright, emerald-green eyes gazing intently at me.

"...Shut up! What are you doing here? Did Xue send you?"

The leopard, who seemed to understand human speech, denied my question, but instead of being arrogant as usual, it licked my palm as I patted its head. It sounded unbelievable, but I could still sense its intention.

"Hey, I'm not that pathetic. No matter what, I wouldn't need your comfort."

Violet was Xue's pet, and we'd never gotten along, but its thoughtfulness this time surprised and truly touched me. I was not only comforted, but also felt a sense of "teamwork." Because no matter what, we belonged to the same group, and after years of working together, regardless of our personal relationship, we would always show concern when a teammate was in trouble. Before this, I had never expected it to do this, but it did.

Ah Xue and Yu Ni seemed to have gone to keep Xing Mei company. According to Yue Ying, although Xing Mei only cried a little when she left, she might have hanged herself if things weren't going well. So, after Violet, the last member of our team appeared before me, offering me a consolation prize.

"Slap! Slap!"

The sudden consolation prize was so unbelievable that I was stunned for a long time before I came to my senses and flew into a rage.

"W-why did you hit me?"

The answer was a pair of arms placed on my shoulders. Although the force wasn't great, it felt incredibly heavy because of the serious expression on the person's face. In my memory, I had never seen Mao Yan'an with such a serious and cautious expression. Before he could even speak, his eyes were already filled with anxiety, making me involuntarily tense up as well.

“John, I’ve always believed that heroes don’t sweat the small stuff, so I’ve never advised you against it before. But this time, it’s no small matter. I can’t just laugh it off anymore. You really need to wake up! One wrong step at a time like this could ruin your whole life.”

“Uncle…”

“Emperors and generals, those who achieve great things, cannot be judged by ordinary standards. You are usually lustful, cunning, and ruthless, but these are still considered heroic traits, and I have never advised you against them. But this time is different. The distinction between human and moral principles is fundamental to being human. If you cannot control yourself in this regard, you will become a beast. From now on, everyone in the world will look down on you. No matter how many achievements you make or how great a hero you become, this sin will be impossible to redeem, and there will be no place for you in the world. John, this is the most important turning point in your life. You must be clear-headed!” He

spoke more and more urgently, as if his pants were on fire. Mao Yan’an’s concern and urgency were overflowing, like a father afraid that his son would go astray. In the instant he shook my shoulders violently, I was indeed touched by his genuine emotions, and my chest was filled with an indescribable warmth.

However, it was only for a moment. After all, I'm a naturally rebellious person who doesn't like accepting kindness from others. After the initial warmth and gratitude, I was immediately filled with a stronger sense of unease and wariness. More importantly, being shaken so violently by Mao Yan'an really cleared my head.

"Uncle, one question... why do you know this secret?"

"This... isn't the point, so don't ask now. The important thing is that you need to wake up first, and not..."

"Uncle, this is the point. If you don't answer, I'll have to start by eliminating everyone here today, one by one."

This threat worked perfectly. Mao Yan'an showed an embarrassed expression and told the truth.

"Nephew, this matter isn't as secret as you think..."

Mao Yan'an said. Yuan Tang Farrell, with the prestigious position of one of the five strongest people in the world, refused high office and instead chose to go to the border to be a border guard, which had long been the subject of much discussion. The younger generation might be unaware, but the older generation knows all the rumors. Among the many rumors is the one that "Yuantang Farrell had an affair with the lord's wife. After the affair was exposed, he felt guilty and willingly abandoned his power to guard the frontier."

"When Lady Yueying arrived and said that the little nun was Princess Xingmei, and your attitude and reaction were so strange, I guessed it must be something like this. John, this time you really need to restrain yourself. I can connect this to what you've done, and others can too. If people find out what you've done..."

He sighed and advised me repeatedly. I'd never seen Mao Yan'an so anxious about anything, seemingly more worried about my future than I was about myself. It was because of this that I finally felt... pressure.

So-called morality, ethics, and beliefs are nothing more than concepts. They only become sacred and inviolable because they've been followed for so long. They're nothing special in themselves; to me, they're just a foolish constraint. If I were alone, I could disregard everything, act recklessly, and disregard all rules. However, when things involve those I care about, I have to back down to prevent them from being hurt.

In the past, I always knew how to retreat to advance; my current forbearance was for the sake of gaining more in the future. But to completely abandon the long-term strategy and simply make a sacrifice is undoubtedly a first for me.

That feeling is unfamiliar, and also… painful.

I'm twenty years old this year. In many people's eyes, I'm a cunning and mature-beyond-my-years example, but this time, I truly feel like a naive teenager, troubled by problems I can't handle.

Xingmei is far less important to me than Yueying or Axue, but cutting ties with her under these circumstances makes me very unwilling, truly unwilling.

But no matter what, in the end, I can only back down and regretfully make a promise to Yueying.

"Sister, don't worry, I won't do anything to Xingmei again."

Those words carried a heavy weight, not because of lingering love, but simply because of resentment. However, when I saw the relieved expression on Yueying's face, I could only offer a helpless, bitter smile.

"Nephew, you did the right thing. When you look back on this moment, you'll know you didn't make a mistake."

"Really? Outside, one can commit countless acts of rape, plunder, and murder, yet as long as one does a few impressive deeds, one can be hailed as a national hero. Having a few affairs with one's own sister, however, leads to utter ruin. Isn't this kind of value system about right and wrong a bit strange?"

"Moral values are inherently illusory; the benefits and harms derived from them are the real ones. You're a smart person. We don't need to discuss why moral values are the way they are. The point is that people still believe in these values. Whether it's fair or unfair, a single misstep in committing a moral transgression can turn even the most outstanding hero into a pariah. Is it worth it?"

In the end, Mao Yan'an and I, being realists, abandoned the pointless debate and compromised with reality. He also told me some rumors that had circulated among people back then.

"The Farrell family's connection with the Leng royal family didn't begin with this generation. Before your father, it's said that Lant Farrell also had affairs with women of the Leng royal family. You could even say that the Leng royal family offered women as sacrifices to get your grandfather to support Alibuda,"

Mao Yan'an said. "While there are rumors that your father's affair with the lord's wife was due to lingering feelings, there was also a theory that he might have wanted to seize power. After all, if he could get the queen to give birth to a son or daughter, he might be able to gain control of the kingdom in the future, and even become the next king."

These words made sense, but I found them absurd. I wouldn't find it strange that Yuantang Farrell would commit adultery with women, even female corpses, but for such mundane reasons—power grabbing, conspiracy—to have an affair with the lord's wife and have a daughter for such a reason, it sounded too unbelievable. If he really did that, he wouldn't be my family's perverted father.

(My perverted father has no patience. If he wants something, he'll get it immediately. He wouldn't spend so much time scheming. Besides, if he really wanted to seize the throne of Alibuda, he could just kill Leng Qiji and take it for himself. Why go through all this trouble? But, speaking of which...)

Last time, when the Alibuda military investigated the "Third New Tokyo City," Leng Linglan was able to escape unscathed without being detained. Was it because my perverted father, "even a tiger wouldn't eat its own daughter," made an exception for her? If that's the case, it must be incredibly humiliating for Leng Linglan, right?

(Damn it, I'm increasingly convinced that this pervert is the root of all the turmoil. Secretly developing Sky Eagle Warriors on the border, and now this illegitimate daughter has suddenly appeared. Just how much more trouble is this pervert going to cause me?) I

have nowhere to vent my anger, and the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I really want to set off immediately and head to the Third New Tokyo City to ask my perverted father what he's up to and what he's trying to do. However, there are still many urgent issues to resolve, and I can't just leave now.

In fact, the gathering of various factions in New Orleans has made me fully realize what it means to be "a man in the world, not his own master." Even if you don't want to cause trouble and deliberately try to avoid it, things will

still happen to you. The afternoon after Yueying arrived, Yueying and the others seemed to be trying to comfort Xingmei, who was staying at home. Although I only wanted to see Xingmei, even just to talk to her, I was blocked outside and couldn't see her. So I had to take Xue out for a stroll.

Since the wanted poster hadn't been lifted yet, Xue and I had to do some disguises. At this time, I was very glad that the wanted poster only had the criminal's face and not a full-body picture, because it's easier to disguise the face. But no matter how excellent a disguise master is, they would probably run into a brick wall when faced with 34h's huge breasts.

"I don't even need to see your face, just looking at your chest, everyone knows who you are..."

I joked with Ah Xue like this, but in my mind I was thinking of someone else, someone even more visually stimulating than Ah Xue—a woman with a slender waist and huge breasts, the Black Dragon Society's number one assassin, Ghostly Xi. Although no one had ever seen her true face, she was a prime example of someone who could be recognized even when masked.

"Master, didn't Master Xin Chan promise to lift the warrant for our arrest? Why are we still seeing the wanted poster today? Is it because Master Ku's injuries are still very serious, so..."

"What promises do bad people keep? You can't trust Old Baldy Xin Chan's promises at all, and maybe he just wants to specifically hunt you down." "

Why?"

"Because you are..."

My first instinct was to tell Ah Xue that Xin Chan was lusting after her beauty and was just joking with her, but before I could say it, a shiver made me stop instantly. The look of surprise in Old Baldy Xin Chan's eyes when he saw Ah Xue that day instantly overlapped in my mind with the look in Master Ku's eyes when he left. The similarity between the two was because they both recognized Tianhe Xueqiong? Or is there another reason?

Ever since that little princess, who was originally completely unrelated to me, suddenly became my own sister overnight, I've found that my tolerance for the vicissitudes of life has indeed increased considerably.

(Could it be that Tianhe Xueqiong herself has some problems? Hmm, this is tricky...)

This thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately dismissed it. In these turbulent times, if Xueqiong were to create another unexpected disaster for me, I really wouldn't know what to do. Fortunately, Xueqiong patted me on the shoulder, pointing to a corner of the teahouse ahead, so I wouldn't have to worry about that problem anymore.

"Master, look over there..."

It was quite an unexpected encounter. Since my last meeting with the bald thief Xinchan, I hadn't had a chance to meet Fang Qingshu again. And there he was, dressed in white, sitting there, surrounded by a group of bald monks. Judging from their relationship, it seemed like fellow disciples were talking, but the tense atmosphere between them looked more like negotiations before a gang fight.

"These monks are all tall and imposing... Hmm, Ah Xue, what are they saying? Transmit their voices."

Sound is simply the vibration of air. With proper use of wind magic, eavesdropping within a certain distance is incredibly easy. Even I could do it myself, but the other party is no pushover. If I did it myself, I would easily be discovered. Therefore, eavesdropping through Ah Xue greatly increases the chances of success.

Ah Xue nodded, chanting incantations. A ball of green light emanated from her cupped palm, transmitting the conversation ten feet away word for word. The monks surrounding Fang Qingshu were all members of the Jingnian Chan Association, including the martial monk Tianlong, who had made a splash at the racetrack yesterday. The dozen or so young monks all addressed Fang Qingshu as their senior brother, yet they subtly formed a defensive line, blocking Fang Qingshu in the center.

Judging from their appearance, these bald thieves all possessed considerable martial arts skills, being top-tier members of the Pure Mind Zen Society. In particular, their leader, Tianlong, was young yet tall and imposing, exuding an awe-inspiring presence. His "Nine-Ring Demon-Subduing Zen Staff" was a renowned divine weapon capable of releasing high-temperature flames to purify and exorcise demons. In recent years, he had accomplished many great feats, earning him a place on par with Fang Qingshu in the Palace of Light, making him quite formidable.

"Although Senior Brother Fang is a lay disciple of the Jingdian Temple, his divine sword slays demons and monsters, striking fear into the hearts of evil spirits and establishing countless heroic deeds. Tianlong has always respected you, but due to unforeseen circumstances, you have refused to answer my three challenges. If you do not provide an explanation today, I will have no choice but to offend you."

Monk Tianlong raised his staff and slammed it heavily on the ground. The nearly 100-pound weight fell rapidly, leaving the wooden planks undamaged, but creating a tremendous thud. Not only were the saxophone players playing jazz knocked over, but many of the onlookers were also shaken, stumbling and falling to their seats, demonstrating his prowess as the number one young monk of the Temple of Light.

(The number one Buddhist disciple versus the number one lay disciple—this internal battle within the Temple of Light is truly spectacular! Number one versus number one—it would be a shame not to invite an envoy from Ishtar to watch…)

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. Both Tianlong Monk and Fang Qingshu are renowned heroes, and the world has long debated who is superior. Fang Qingshu, handsome and trained by a famous master, is naturally the favorite. Tianlong Monk has publicly challenged him three times, but Fang Qingshu has consistently ignored him. Finally, Tianlong Monk couldn't bear it any longer and intercepted Fang Qingshu in public to challenge him to a duel. Even with

a formidable opponent at his doorstep, Fang Qingshu remained calm, pouring himself a cup of tea, his long sword hanging at his waist showing no intention of being drawn. He seemed to take his opponent lightly. This arrogant attitude left much to the imagination; people were eager to see if he would unleash his true power and whether this rising star of the Buddhist sect could live up to his reputation.

The duel between the two outstanding young disciples of Cihang Jingdian, a match between two top masters, was a grand event in the martial arts world. This battle should have been quite a spectacle, but Fang Qingshu had no intention of becoming the protagonist of a farce. As everyone held their breath in anticipation, Fang Qingshu calmly stated that he also deeply respected his junior brother Tianlong, so if Tianlong insisted on fighting, he would only choose to flee without any martial dignity, leaving the victory to his junior brother.

This was naturally not what anyone wanted to hear. The monks, led by Tianlong, deflated like punctured balloons, their previous domineering demeanor replaced by bewildered expressions. In truth, if they truly wanted to claim fame, they should have used more forceful coercive methods. Their mild reaction and expressions revealed their true intentions behind the public challenge.

(Hmm, I see… not for fame, but for the Jingnian Zen Assembly!)

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