The Alibuda Chronicles, Volume 19: Chapter 6: Collusion

Before leaving Sara, I had Zhizhi sew two women's outfits for me. One set, a magician's attire, was for Axue, and the other, an unexplained, mysterious gift, was intended for Yuhong, as I already suspected she likely couldn't resolve her internal heat dissipation problem.

I prepared this elaborate gift, but upon arriving in the East Sea, I didn't give it to Yuhong. For a woman who only wanted my life, no matter how beautiful she was, I had no reason to give her a weapon.

That said, I didn't discard the outfit Zhizhi had prepared for Yuhong; I carried it with me, hoping it would come in handy someday. However, during that night's sea battle, Yuhong and I fell into the sea, and the bundle sank with the ship—I was certain of this. But Awu said that when the Black Dragon Society soldiers found me, I was clutching the bundle tightly in my hand.

The only explanation for this inexplicable event was that someone secretly helped me, allowing me to miraculously survive at sea and still have a chance to turn things around.

(Before all the wishes are fulfilled, I still need to do my best to save the customer's life and avoid making a loss...)

I smiled wryly, then a plan came to mind. I had Ah Wu whisper my method in his ear.

Everything proceeded according to plan. When Yu Hong awoke from her coma, we were both chained and locked in a cell in the ship's cabin.

Phoenix blood clearly has a strong healing ability. Her injuries, which would normally take at least a month to heal, were already mostly healed according to the military doctor. If she were to regain her power, the consequence would be that she would immediately kill everyone here, including me.

Yu Hong's power was given to me, so of course I knew how to restrain and seal it. Using the knowledge gained from the yellow crystal, I summoned the tattooed soul beast on her back while Yu Hong was unconscious. Half medicine and half magic prevented her from using her true energy, leaving her limbs weak and temporarily sealing her power.

"Slap!"

The first thing Yu Hong did upon waking was to slap me hard across the face. Luckily, I had the foresight to seal 99% of her power, otherwise, I wouldn't have only felt pain on my face.

I pretended to be seriously injured, not retaliating, but just staring at her with an indignant expression, letting her punches and kicks land on my head and face as much as possible, while secretly calculating how long she could keep up with her power sealed. Yu Hong punched and punched, cursing me, mostly blaming me for being inhuman, heartless, and causing her sister to fall into the hands of villains—unoriginal phrases.

Yu Hong was quite agitated, but her sealed strength was insufficient to support her, and she soon became breathless and swayed. Later, she seemed to vaguely remember those days adrift at sea, who pushed her onto the deck, and who shared half of the dew she had painstakingly collected with her. When she remembered these reasons for her rescue, she was stunned, and collapsed back to the ground.

"...Why you...it doesn't matter who it is...why you of all..."

That's so true. I feel the same way, because I actually wanted to save Ah Xue. You, my sister-in-law, are not only not a backup plan, but a mistake. If Ah Xue were here, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble.

However, the first part of the plan was based on the signal that Yu Hong had finished venting her anger and the beating had stopped. When Yu Hong collapsed to the ground, the cell door opened, and the ferocious-looking Ah Wu led his men in, immediately questioning our identities and the purpose of our voyage.

Yu Hong, with her stubborn nature, naturally wouldn't mince words with the Black Dragon Society's henchmen. And whatever she answered was irrelevant, because when a beautiful young woman, scantily clad, half-naked, and angrily answering, the beasts who had been lusting after her would naturally react accordingly.

For laymen looking to act, there's no better scene than a rape scene; simply displaying lust is enough. Led by Ah Wu, a group of Black Dragon Society soldiers pounced on the girl, tearing her clothes and exposing her beautiful body.

As the beasts unbuckled their belts one after another, a distant memory triggered the girl's fear; her piercing screams told me I needed to control the situation to avoid making things worse. Thus, the scene of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress unfolded.

The scene was getting a bit out of control. Ah Wu should have yelled at his men to cooperate with my act when I coughed once, but even after I coughed several times, they were still holding Yu Hong down, their excited, lust-driven expressions forcing me to take action.

"Whoa!"

I grabbed a knife and stabbed the outermost soldier unexpectedly, piercing his lung. He was dragged across the room and died instantly amidst screams. The spurting blood woke the group of lustful beasts, and only then did Ah Wu scold his men and begin their act, beating me up.

"Don't touch her! If you have a problem, come at me! No...no...don't hurt her..."

Because of the beating, my mouth and eyes were crooked, and the last sentence was somewhat unclear, but it still had some effect on Yu Hong's terrified ears.

Torturing a man is nothing compared to the pleasure of having sex with a woman. Normally, Ah Wu and I would choose to kill or maim the man and then have sex with a woman in front of him, just like how I dealt with Job Sheen back then. But this time was naturally different. Ah Wu pretended to be enraged by me, saying that since I was courting death, I would have to learn my lesson, and ordered his men to drag me away to the torture chamber next door.

Although it was just a makeshift torture chamber set up in the ship's cabin, it was surprisingly well-made. The dark red sheen on the walls looked like a unique color formed from long-term exposure to blood. I asked Ah Wu where he got the pigments, but he seemed quite surprised.

"What? You didn't say you needed paint? Are you going to get some now? You said you wanted a torture chamber, so I cleared out the room where the brothers usually have fun for you. Why do you need to fill it with paint? Hey, you there, go get some paint!"

"...What kind of leisure activities do you usually do?"

Putting aside the effect of filling it with paint, I was immediately subjected to severe torture after being dragged into the torture chamber. After thirty lashes, neither too light nor too heavy, until I was covered in blood, the main course was nail-picking. Using red-hot tongs, they pried off each of my ten toenails one by one, and then slowly and meticulously pulled them out.

The torturer was clearly skilled; his movements were perfectly timed. The fingers are connected to the heart, and after such torment, even with a gag stuffed in my mouth, the agonizing screams emanating from my throat contained an immense suffering that would make anyone want to cover their ears. The contorted expression on my face, the taut spasms of every vein in my body, and the constant seepage from my wounds were all testament to the horrific nature of the torture.

When the seventh toenail was forcibly ripped off, my eyes rolled back, and I fainted. A yellow stain ran from my crotch, down my trouser leg, and dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle.

"This kid lost control of his bladder and passed out!"

"Wake him up!"

At the executioner's command, a subordinate scooped a handful of coarse salt from a nearby shovel and pressed it onto my body. The salt touched my wounds, sending excruciating pain through me. With a muffled scream that sounded like a ghost's wail, I was jolted awake by the pain. I watched helplessly as the cruel, gray-haired official continued to pluck my eighth fingernail. Instantly, screams and tears of blood streamed down my face, making one instinctively want to cover their eyes and run away... at least that was the case for Yu Hong, who was peeking through the crack in the wall.

"Come on, crying so loudly over plucking a fingernail, you're not like a man at all. Ah Wu, your boat's soundproofing isn't good."

"Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, that's how the torture works. What's the point of soundproofing?

" "That's true. Hmm, give me the eggs. That sister-in-law was too rough with her hands; my face hurts." "

I took the hard-boiled egg from Ah Wu's hand and began rolling it on the bruises on my face to ease the pain. It was a natural part of the plan: the clever ones would use their brains, and someone else would take the punishment. But in order for Yu Hong to witness it firsthand, the person being tortured had to resemble me."

With over a thousand soldiers on the ship, finding someone of similar height and build wouldn't be difficult, but matching their appearance would be a challenge. The ideal solution would be to hack my face seventeen or eighteen times, disfiguring me beyond recognition. However, I wasn't willing to make such a sacrifice, so I had to put on a brave face—after all, a swollen face doesn't change anything.

I did, though, ask Ah Wu to find a volunteer from the army. He was able to prepare a candidate in no time, swell up my face, and send me to the torture chamber. I was quite impressed by his efficiency.

"Ah Wu, you guys are really something, finding volunteers so quickly... Wow, that's a really pitiful scream! What did you give him to make him willingly get beaten like that?"

"What benefits? Nothing at all! Who said he did it voluntarily? We in the Black Dragon Society never care whether people do it voluntarily or not. We beat him whether he wants to or not... Hey, you there, why did the screaming stop? Sober him up before you start beating him again!"

"You... if you sacrifice your men like this, who will be willing to risk their lives for you in the future?"

"Oh! You don't need to worry about that. That kid who was chosen deserved to die anyway. We've been wanting to settle things with him for a long time, but we haven't been able to find a battlefield where he could die a legitimate death. It's a good opportunity that you've given us. A bunch of people behind us are laughing about it."

I never expected there to be such an annoying character in the military. My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered if this person liked to take advantage of others or refused to go along with the corrupt practices, which was why he was unpopular.

"No, that's not it. This guy's usually pretty good. The only problem is he married a beautiful wife last month."

"You mean..."

"A beautiful merman, big breasts and a round butt. On his wedding day last month, the girl wore the traditional white robe of the merman tribe. Her figure was all right... Wow, nine out of ten guests wanted to sleep with his wife, but they couldn't do it openly. Now we're saying he colluded with Li Huamei, and we can kill him with a legitimate reason. When we get back, everyone will... so-and-so..."

Looking at my old friend's sly smile, I could roughly guess the outcome. His methods were as cunning as ever. He didn't keep the beautiful women to himself, but shared them with a large number of accomplices. Not only his subordinates got a share, but he would also sell them to brothels afterward, take the money, and split it again. He cultivated a wide network of sluts. No wonder he rose from a lowly soldier to the deputy of the Sea General in just a few years; and no wonder he had so many guards when he went out.

"I see... Is that beautiful wife you mentioned really beautiful?"

"Sixteen, crisp and fresh, guaranteed to be delicious. But John, you've become an internationally renowned figure these past two years, known for your chivalrous reputation. It's not really appropriate for you to do this kind of thing, is it?"

"Ha, haven't you heard people say I'm colluding with the Black Dragon Society? And haven't you heard people say good things should be shared with good friends?"

"Hahaha, what's the problem? But speaking of sharing, you've played with my girl, so what about the girl you've locked up in your cabin..."

"No, no, no, you should know the rules... Your girl, I want to play with; my girl..."

"...Or is it only you who can play with her! Damn it, you've always been so stingy!"

The meat that was practically in my mouth was still out of reach, and Ah Wu looked very annoyed, but for the sake of greater interests, he never clashed with me over this. We've always gotten along like this since we were very young.

Actually, there's another reason, which even I'm not sure is true, and that is... Ah Wu is afraid of me.

I can't explain why, but ever since I was a child, I've had a vague feeling that Ah Wu has an inexplicable fear of me. So whenever we argued over something, he would always give in in the end. I still don't understand this to this day.

We talked while the makeup artist worked on me. Why would a ship have a makeup artist in addition to a medic? This is truly inconceivable in the military, but… perhaps Ah Wu sometimes needs to disguise himself as a corpse to evade assassins.

Taking advantage of the makeup opportunity, I asked Ah Wu many questions, secrets that the resistance forces wouldn't normally be able to obtain. Ah Wu told me everything without reservation.

The Black Witch is currently the second-in-command of the Black Dragon Society. She is said to come from Ishtar. When the Black Dragon King went into seclusion, she took over the Black Dragon Society's various strategies and experiments. The order to attack the Giant Dragon was personally issued by her. Currently, the Black Dragon Society's fleets, besides containing the resistance forces, are mainly searching for the Giant Dragon's whereabouts.

Ah Wu shrugged and said, "We mid-level managers certainly don't have the opportunity to know the detailed purpose, but I heard the old demon monk Huan Seng mention that it seems to be related to the ghost ship."

The treacherous demon, this mad beast, is rumored to originate from another continent, and there are also rumors that he is a synthetic life form created by the Black Witch Goddess. When he first joined the Black Dragon Society, he became famous for his strange, demonic rabbit claws. It wasn't until he was injured and had his right hand severed that he underwent the Black Witch Goddess's transformation, fusing metal and enhancing his hardness, creating a body of steel and greatly increasing his strength, rising to the top rank of Sea General.

"That madman's body also has a special evolutionary ability. Once injured by something, his body automatically evolves after healing, and the same thing can no longer harm him. So, when Li Huamei tried to kill him last time, she didn't kill him, but instead made him even stronger. However… I heard that his indestructible body is related to his confidence. If his confidence crumbles, his steel demon body will collapse on its own."

Ah Wu's words reminded me of that night's naval battle. No wonder Kato Taka kept slicing through the body of the traitorous demon with the Dragon Slayer Blade until the final, fatal blow; it was all because of this. However, due to the Black Dragon King's intervention, the Dragon Slayer Blade ultimately failed. The traitorous demon was severely wounded but did not die. Wouldn't it be ineffective against the Dragon Slayer Blade when it reappears? This is truly a troublesome situation.

"Speaking of that Dragon Slayer Blade, His Majesty the Dragon King once personally issued an order that whoever could seize the Dragon Slayer Blade and present it would not only be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces but also be appointed as a Sea General."

The importance of the Dragon Slayer Blade truly surprised me, because all I knew was that this divine weapon was a treasure of the Dragon God Clan, almost equivalent to the clan chief's certificate, passed down from the previous clan chief to Kato Taka, and faded into obscurity with his retirement. Beyond that, I knew nothing.

"The old demon monk Huanmeng said that the Dragon Slayer Blade is one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation, the nemesis of all dragons in the world. It not only possesses the attribute of destroying dragons, but also has a special ability. When a powerful being fully utilizes this ability, the Dragon Slayer Blade will ignore all physical and magical defenses. There is nothing under heaven that it cannot pierce or cut through."

Along with Ah Xue's Great Sun Mirror and the Lost Saint's Staff, it belongs to one of the Seven Sacred Artifacts of Creation, a secret treasure considered the highest-grade divine weapon among all treasures. This illustrious origin truly startled me.

Dragons are basically impervious to swords and blades, water and fire, and fearless of all poisons. They are the most powerful life forms in the world, especially the higher the dragon's level. However, if they encounter a divine artifact with the attribute of destroying dragons, even a small wound will cause a deadly poison to invade. This innate restraint is no exception, even for the two strongest beings with dragon blood, Kurosawa Kazuo and Li Huamei. No wonder they both want to get their hands on the Dragon Slayer Blade.

"That's strange, John. You keep saying you want to be a Tracker, how come you don't even know this? Then you probably don't know either, among the Seven Sacred Artifacts, there's one specifically designed to counter the Dragon Slayer Blade. Apparently, once you activate your powers, you can create the strongest physical defense in the world, capable of withstanding ten thousand blows... That artifact... seems to be in the Cihang Jingdian... no, it seems to be from a powerful clan in the Golden Flower Federation, called something like... Ba... Balasong..."

"The Buffett family? The Sage's Bracelet?"

"Yes! That's the Buffett family's Sage's Bracelet, hey, you're quite the expert."

Awu patted my shoulder hard, but I laughed awkwardly, secretly covering the double snake bracelet on my wrist with my sleeve to avoid being discovered by my unscrupulous old friend. Maybe my fate would be worse than that newlywed guy's.

Unfortunately, bad things always come in pairs. Just when I wanted to leave, Awu told me another piece of news that made my heart pound.

"Oh, there's something else, also ordered by His Majesty the Dragon King to be seized. But it's not an object; it's a pair of sisters, the famous Twin Rainbows among the Seven Beauties. The traitorous demon stole one, achieving great merit, but I wonder where the other one is. John, have you seen her?"

At this moment, I was truly grateful that the lack of information and my ignorance had saved Yu Hong and me.

The information from Ah Wu was invaluable, but it also left me very puzzled. I wondered what had gotten into the two Rainbow sisters that made them so wanted wherever they went.

In the Southern Barbarian Lands, the Serpent Clan specifically requested their capture and delivery to the Temple of Light; in the East Sea, the Black Dragon King also personally stated his intention to capture them alive. Was this simply because of their natural beauty and the potential for their demise, or was there some other reason?

Now, recalling that Kurosawa Kazuo had once visited the Southern Barbarian Lands as an envoy of the Temple of Light, instructing the Serpent Clan on their techniques—was this merely a false title? Or was the Black Dragon Society secretly colluding with the Cihang Jingdian? Hmm, there seem to be many unusual details here; we'll have to investigate carefully to find out.

On the way back to my cell, I also worked out my story for Yu Hong.

Simply getting Yu Hong to fight Tianhai Huanseng wouldn't be difficult; just making them meet would naturally lead to a fight. But that alone wouldn't satisfy me, because Yu Hong, unable to exert stable strength and constantly affected by heat dissipation issues, is essentially a ticking time bomb on the battlefield, destined to cause even bigger trouble sooner or later.

The clothing made by Zhizhi can improve the situation to a considerable extent; however, to completely cure the problem, some other methods are needed. The "treatment" I've been giving Yu Hong these past few days has gradually taken effect; all that's left is for me to add the final touch, to make Yu Hong aware of these changes, and then the ideal result will appear.

"Ah...it hurts...sigh...ah..."

Thrown to a corner of the cell, I reeked of blood, looking like a severely injured person on the verge of death.

Yu Hong was a professionally trained police officer, and I didn't underestimate her sharp eyes. I was on high alert, putting on a convincing act.

The makeup artist was skilled, and with my own specially made dyes and powders, my disguise was flawless. Unless someone got close enough to touch me, no one would notice anything amiss. Yu Hong's hands and feet were bound by chains, making it impossible for her to get close, so her appearance was perfect. The rest depended entirely on my acting skills and my words.

Feigning a near-death, severely injured state, I apologized to Yu Hong haltingly, expressing my guilt and remorse. Every word was carefully crafted, but as I expected, Yu Hong didn't respond. She simply turned her back to me, remaining silent. But this reaction only revealed her true feelings.

Yu Hong's personality was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. Under normal circumstances, she would have attacked me without hesitation. Now, her silence alone had already given her a chance to turn things around.

To intensify this effect, the best approach would have been to let things settle for a few days, arresting and torturing people daily, then throwing them back to her to see, hoping to gradually evoke her compassion. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of time right now, so I've had to increase the frequency of the tortures, making it three times a day.

I don't really care; after being dragged out by the Black Dragon Society soldiers, I just drink and make merry with Ah Wu, exchanging information. But the officer being tortured is in a much worse state. After several rounds of brutal torture, he's completely covered in wounds; even his beautiful wife probably wouldn't recognize him.

"So, my perverted uncle used to say that you should marry a virtuous wife; marrying a beautiful wife isn't necessarily a good thing!"

"Ah Wu, my perverted father didn't say that. He said you should marry a virtuous wife, but if you marry a beautiful wife, you might be able to master unparalleled martial arts." He

wasn't joking; my perverted father really said that, and there are historical examples of it. Legend has it that over four hundred years ago, a peerless swordsman, known as the "Invincible Sword Demon," appeared on the Loess Plateau. The reason he mastered invincible swordsmanship was because he had a beautiful wife with celestial beauty.

This beautiful wife didn't bring him any secrets, but from their wedding night onward, she gave the Sword Demon one cuckold's horns after another. From that day on, the Sword Demon chased after his adulterous lover every day, dueling with everyone he met. Over the decades, he finally became a peerless swordsman feared by all.

It is said that the Sword Demon left behind a divine sword and a set of sword techniques, as famous as the "Wife vs. Husband" saber technique of the Blood Donation God, but sadly, their whereabouts are unknown. My perverted father once told me that an ancestor of the Farrell family was brutally killed by the Sword Demon, an event that became my grandfather's lifelong regret. My grandfather often lamented that he wished he had been born a few hundred years earlier to spar with such a sword, especially to have a go at their wives. Now he could only dream of it, feeling ashamed of being such a fine man.

These were all idle chatter, not very meaningful. The important point was that every time I was taken back to my cell, I would speak to Yu Hong intermittently. Aside from some apologetic platitudes, I would tell her that her sister had been captured by the Black Dragon Society, and Xin Deng Jushi had been severely injured by the Black Dragon King. Only she herself could rescue her sister, but the Black Dragon Society had many experts; she alone would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, only to be gang-raped again.

To rescue her, she needed to increase her strength, to possess extraordinary martial arts skills. Her current strength wasn't enough, but if she cooperated and let go of some of her pride, she could unleash her full potential. Then, I told her about the secrets of the Phoenix Blood and the information I had obtained from the Yellow Crystal Stone.

"...Phoenix blood...strengthens the heart meridian...driven by self-desire..."

The information inside the yellow crystal actually describes using one's own emotions to drive the power. When the Phoenix Celestial Maiden is at the peak of extreme sorrow, love, hatred, or ecstasy, the intense emotions will trigger the Phoenix blood, multiplying the stored power in the heart meridian, thus unleashing an inconceivably powerful force.

Famit once personally went to the Southern Barbarians to study the Feathered Clan's body and Phoenix blood. He discovered that while the potential power unleashed by Phoenix blood was strong, it was unstable, often leaving no residual power after a single burst. Later, he improved upon it using the theoretical basis of erotic magic, writing the technique into the yellow crystal.

If the Phoenix Celestial Maiden were to cultivate her spirituality, maintaining a state of tranquility for extended periods, only unleashing her fierce killing intent in the heat of battle before returning to a serene state, she could minimize her burden and make her unpredictable to her enemies. However, excellent meditation is difficult to achieve, so the simplest alternative is to use desire as a driving force. By combining this with erotic magic or powerful aphrodisiacs, she could maintain a prolonged state of heightened arousal. While the resulting power wouldn't be as strong, it would be more stable, without fluctuating intensity.

These are the essence of Famit's research, but I can't reveal everything. I only need to let Yu Hong know what I want her to know.

"...After that incident, you've been suppressing your desires, feeling it's sinful, right? Actually...

there's nothing wrong with that. As long as you're true to your desires, don't suppress them with reason and morality, and release your desires, you can guide the high temperature of the Phoenix Blood and prevent it from harming your body."

The method is actually quite simple, but it's difficult for someone who sees sex as a sin to implement, so I added one last sentence.

"No matter how fiery your lust is, it's not a sin. Even if it is... it shouldn't conflict with the justice you uphold, right? As long as you have the power to carry out justice, you're not afraid of any injury, so why fear your own lust? There are many good people in this world who are also lewd."

These words were actually incoherent, but they were enough to move the person being persuaded. As I was dragged out again, the screams of torture began to come from the next torture chamber. I used the magic mirror I had set up beforehand to confirm that this time Yu Hong was not peeking into the torture chamber through the crack in the wall panel. Instead, she seemed very hesitant, slowly raising her hands and placing them with difficulty on her chest.

Through the reflection in the magic mirror, I saw Yu Hong place her hands on her chest. After a brief hesitation, she slowly began to knead her snow-white, rounded breasts. The movements were light and slow, the chains on her wrists clinking softly.

Soon, her left hand grasped her dove-like breast, leaning against the wall to support her body. Then, she spread her legs, bent her knees, and used her right hand to push against her alabaster thighs. One knuckle of her middle finger slowly slid into her dry flower path, and then she pressed her entire palm against her vulva,

squeezing it. The pent-up desire that had been burning within her for days was suddenly ignited. As the fire of lust raged through her body, Yu Hong's hazy eyes were filled with an unbearable thirst and a wanton, lustful sensuality. Her thighs began to tremble, her breathing grew louder, but her face showed a look of utter ecstasy.

Finally, with an uncontrollable groan, Yu Hong's fragrant body trembled several times, then she sat down heavily on the ground, her face flushed and panting heavily.

The girl's star-like eyes sparkled with glistening tears, but her slender, fair hands remained between her legs, constantly stirring the increasingly loud water.

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