Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 4, Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Shattered Dream Blade

While the various kingdoms of the land were holding peace talks in Alibuda, the forces on the high seas were not idle either. According to intelligence we later obtained, "Golden Admiral" Li Huamei originally planned to personally travel to Sara to facilitate the talks, unite the forces of the land kingdoms, and jointly combat the Black Dragon Society.

However, the Black Dragon Society seemed to have realized this as well, and thus launched a fierce attack on the resistance forces, leaving Li Huamei unable to spare the time to oversee the battle. When the peace talks stalled, the Black Dragon Society, which had maintained a relentless offensive, also showed signs of fatigue and slowed down. Li Huamei then secretly left the East Sea and headed towards Alibuda.

Unfortunately, the Black Dragon Society somehow learned of this. Taking advantage of Li Huamei's absence, they cleverly lured out the greedy rebel fleet. After a feigned retreat and pursuit spanning dozens of miles, they set fire to the fleet, severely damaging it. Countless skilled warriors and generals were killed or wounded. Their initial swagger turned into a bloodbath in their hasty escape. If Li Huamei hadn't returned in time and led her troops to intercept the Black Dragon King's six sea generals, halting the enemy's pursuit, more than half of the rebels might have perished in this battle.

The casualties were arguably the heaviest in recent years. The Black Dragon Society, having won this battle, was greatly boosted in prestige. Besides regaining control of the East China Sea, it also directly demonstrated its ambition to dominate the world and advance onto land.

When this news reached the nations of Sara, who were holding a long-term meeting, it was as if a major earthquake had struck. The weaker nations were filled with fear, and even the five strongest nations had to reconsider their original positions.

When Mao Yan'an and I heard about this change, we found it difficult to discern the true expression on our faces. I was initially a little worried that Bianca's actions might enrage Lunfer, potentially causing changes to the previous agreement. However, the news of the Black Dragon Society's resounding victory in the East China Sea drastically altered the international situation overnight. Given Lunfer's intelligence, he wouldn't be foolish enough to oppose the international community.

Even the President of the Golden Flower Federation had to admire our luck.

"It's truly unbelievable how lucky you are,"

Ryan remarked. If this news had arrived a few days earlier, he wouldn't have had to make that ridiculous agreement with Mao Yan'an, exchanging his family's heirloom for a successful peace negotiation, or even resort to the Pure Thought Zen Society's force, thus avoiding Ishtar's suspicion and unnecessary complications.

But someone like him, once he made a promise, naturally couldn't go back on it. Besides, after Mao Yan'an and I checked our intelligence channels, we learned that after the Black Dragon Society's resounding victory, many businessmen and industrialists in the Golden Flower Federation were filled with anxiety, believing that the country still needed a strong leader and that public opinion should dominate the political situation. The parliament had already passed an amendment, which not only extended Ryan's term but could even overturn the results of the previous presidential election.

Exchanging a family heirloom for political power in the Golden Flower Federation was a very worthwhile deal for Ryan and the Buffett family, so he had no intention of going back on his word. Instead, he urged Mao Yan'an to handle the situation with Ishtar and Solancia as soon as possible so that he could get his due spoils.

"Bullshit! What 'you deserved the spoils'? That Sage's Bracelet should be mine!"

I roared. "I did everything myself! I was the one who dealt with Ishtar, and I was the one who settled things with Solancia. You, this delinquent middle-aged man, contributed nothing. What right do you have to take the prize?"

"Nephew, I agree with you, but things in this world are hard to predict. It's not always the case that whoever puts in more effort gets more. Sometimes, no matter how much you do, you're destined to work for nothing."

As if he couldn't be satisfied without speaking with barbs, Mao Yan'an shrugged. "Like Ryan, who worked so hard, and in the end, you still reaped the benefits. If he had known that there would be a major change in the East China Sea, do you think he would have been willing to be taken advantage of like this?"

Although annoying, he wasn't wrong. Just like now, I clearly don't want to help Ryan anymore, nor do I want to fulfill that bet that is meaningless to me, but for the sake of the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea, I must facilitate the peace talks and get the countries to provide actual military aid to help her overcome her disadvantage.

Our next task is to deal with the last stubborn member, the witch Narcissas of Ishtar.

Perhaps because we have already stated our positions, the people of Ishtar have changed their attitude towards us this time. Although the faces of those mages are still as sour as ever, we were led through the door by a squad of flamboyantly dressed, sexy and glamorous female bodyguards.

"Is that General Farrell and Mr. Oren?"

"We sisters have long admired your names. Hehe, you two are truly handsome and imposing. Meeting you is even more impressive than hearing about you."

"General Farrell, you are a young hero. Every time I hear about your unparalleled achievements, I get hot down there... Hehe, Mr. Oren's mustache is so sexy."

Eighteen beautiful young female warriors, with bare shoulders, low-cut dresses, and high slits revealing their legs, showed off most of their snow-white, full breasts and long, shapely legs. They were extremely sexy and charming. When leading us into the hall, they did not care about our status at all. They laughed and chatted, making us feel like we were in a gentle paradise. It was even more sensual and exciting than the brothels in Sara City. There was not a trace of tension.

Mao Yan'an was dressed as a wandering swordsman in red. He put on sunglasses and acted cold and calm. He did not care about the women at all. He strode forward, but I guessed that he must have regretted it so much that he wanted to scream. To enter a flower garden without getting close, and to be unable to act with impunity—is this not a regrettable fate?

Escorted by a group of beautiful young women, we entered Narcissus's reception room. We didn't see a single mage along the way; it seemed this group of young female guards were Narcissus's confidants, not mages.

"Alright, since we're all straightforward people, let's conduct the transaction clearly. General Farrell, you've even invited Mr. Oren this time. If you're not planning to renege, then you must be handing over what you promised me."

Narcissus's smile held a sharp edge. If we went back on our word, or if our scheme was exposed, we'd likely pay a price to escape unscathed.

The negotiations were mainly handled by Mao Yan'an. Despite my worries, I could only watch quietly as she handled the situation. His first question to Narcissus was: Rosetta had joined the alliance this morning, and Solancia had just issued a statement of joining as well. With such a shift in the international situation, could she really remain unscathed and allow the Black Dragon Society to grow to the point where it could threaten Ishtar?

"What a joke! What Solancia and Rosetta decide is none of my business. I, Ishtar, specialize in harming others without benefiting myself. You two aren't so naive as to think that words about the well-being of the earth can sway me, are you? Today's matter is clear: if our deal succeeds, the peace agreement is reached; if the deal fails… although I did oppose the alliance with the Black Dragon Society before, do you think I can't change my stance?"

Women are inherently fickle creatures, especially Ishtar's witch. How could we not believe her when she speaks like this? After hearing this, Mao Yan'an smiled slightly, took the cloth bag from his waist, placed it on the table, and then began to speak.

As for Famit's six dark summoned beasts, even I don't understand them. So when I asked Mao Yan'an to fabricate them, I only gave him the five-word clue of "dark summoned beasts." I'm very curious about what he can come up with.

As a result, Mao Yan'an first explained to Narcissus that Dark Summoning Beasts are like most forms of black magic, except that during training, they incorporate beast magic techniques from the Southern Barbarians. First, one must find a resentful soul, human or beast, and absorb moonlight on a full moon night. Using unique incantations and secret methods, this soul is refined into a spirit beast, which is then driven by the summoner. The stronger the summoner's magic and the deeper the bond with the summoned beast, the greater its power.

This explanation seemed to align with the basic principles of black magic, and at first glance, it appeared flawless. Narcissus, however, was still somewhat skeptical and asked Mao Yan'an for detailed training instructions.

"To train a Dark Summoning Beast, the chosen spirit beast is extremely important. If its qualities are insufficient and its resentment weak, then even with the correct training method, it will ultimately fail."

"Oh? Mr. Oren, you must have come prepared?"

"Indeed, if we simply brought you cultivation techniques without a suitable spirit beast, we wouldn't be able to trust you. Therefore, we specially prepared a fierce spirit from the East Sea for you, the Tamako Spirit Cat."

"Tamako Spirit Cat? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Ishtar is located inland, far from the sea. How would it know about the fierce spirits and evil creatures of the East Sea?"

Mao Yan'an spoke calmly and confidently, then began to recount an ancient legend from the East Sea.

Long ago, on an island nation in the East Sea, there lived a girl named Kitamura Tamako, the daughter of a general's concubine. From a young age, she was plain-looking, and as she grew older, she became even uglier. Because of this, her father never saw her, and Tamako felt no affection for him. She became increasingly withdrawn, unwilling to see anyone, even her mother and sister dared not approach her, as ugliness was considered a contagious plague at the time.

The only companion for Tamako was her ever-smiling doll, which she always held every night. The tragic young girl, at the tender age of fifteen, just as her youthful years were about to blossom, hanged herself in her room, consumed by self-pity and despair. Because of Tamako's reclusive nature from a young age, no one in her family ever entered her room, not even servants.

Grief and resentment caused bizarre changes to her body; her hair grew from waist-length to the floor, and her clothes were stained dark red before Tamako's mother discovered the devastation and wept uncontrollably.

After handling the funeral arrangements, the mother couldn't forget the horrific scene and blamed everything on herself. She grew weaker with grief, eventually dying of depression, clutching her daughter's beloved doll in her final moments, as if believing she was going to join her daughter in death.

The whole affair seemed to gradually fade away after the mother and daughter passed away one after the other. However, from then on, every night, the cawing of crows and faint sobs could be heard from the general's mansion. The place from which the woman's mournful cries came was the room where the mother and daughter hanged themselves. The only thing that belonged to them in that room was the doll with the snow-white face and a smiling expression.

To quell people's fear, the general ordered a sculptor to carve the doll's face into that of a cat, hoping that this auspicious animal could ward off evil spirits. However, to prevent it from making any more noise, the general forbade the sculptor to carve a mouth on the cat's face. Thus, the doll remained in the closed room for over a hundred years, until a mutiny occurred, and the entire Beicun clan was massacred. Only then did the doll end up in the outside world, looted by bandits.

"...It's been so long, finding that cat doll wasn't easy, but with the help of the Cihang Jingdian, we finally found it."

If he truly relied on the Cihang Jingdian's power, then Mao Yan'an's bet would automatically be considered lost. He said this only to make Narcissus more convincing, and even if he said it, she still wouldn't believe him immediately.

"What a beautiful story, but words are no proof. Mr. Oren, you're not just here to tell a story today, are you?"

Narcissus clapped with a smile, but from her eyes, she clearly scoffed at the story and didn't believe it much. Mao Yan'an's lie had completely failed.

"Of course it's not that simple. Miss Narcissus can tell at a glance whether it's true or false."

Mao Yan'an smiled and lifted the cloth bag, revealing a fluffy, snow-white thing inside. Although its fur looked quite old, judging from its smiling cat face, this was undoubtedly the Jade Spirit Cat that Mao Yan'an had just mentioned.

The story itself being fabricated is not surprising, but what's truly strange is that when Mao Yan'an produced the doll, Narcissa's expression changed, from mockery to skepticism. Despite her best efforts to restrain herself, we could still see that she wanted to reach out and take the old doll.

"Well? It can't be fake. With Miss Narcissa's spiritual power, she can easily sense the deep resentment on the doll. It's extraordinary. With such a resentful doll for cultivation, progressing step by step, one can achieve minor success in as little as one full moon, and within two years, one can make the Dark Summoning Beast manifest and complete the technique."

Famit once swept across the land with six Dark Summoning Beasts, invincible in his time. This is naturally an extremely profound skill. Saying the cultivation speed is too fast would be hard to believe, so Mao Yan'an's words were fairly standard and without major problems. He also assured me that he and I would stay in Sara for a while, and if anything happened, we could settle accounts with him.

Ever since the doll was revealed, Narcissus had been staring at it intently, as if bewitched, completely ignoring our conversation. It wasn't until Mao Yan'an covered it with a cloth bag, pretending to take it away, that Narcissus seemed to snap out of her daze and finally reacted.

"Wait... alright, leave the doll here, it's a deal. I'll issue a statement later, joining the alliance, but let me make it clear beforehand, if I discover you've played any tricks, you know the consequences."

When a man tries to deceive a woman, doesn't he always agree without hesitation? We were no exception, vigorously patting our chests and swearing an agreement, practically ready to swear an oath in front of her.

And so, the final obstacle to the alliance, Ishtar, was dealt with by Mao Yan'an and me. As we left the inn and boarded the carriage, I let out a long sigh of relief. Reflecting on everything that had just happened, I didn't admire Mao Yan'an's eloquence—that was his livelihood—but I had to admire where he got that resentful doll.

If it weren't for the cat-faced doll captivating Narcissus and causing her to lose her usual wit, we would never have been able to get away with it so easily. Although I am also a mage, my sensitivity to resentment is not that good. However, judging from Narcissus's reaction, it is most likely true that the doll is filled with resentment. Could it be that Mao Yan'an really went all out and gave Narcissus some kind of divine object?

When I asked him this, Mao Yan'an took off his sunglasses, with a fearful expression, and cautiously told me.

"Of course it's no ordinary thing. This spirit cat is extremely famous in the East Sea, especially among women. It possesses an inexplicable allure, making women deeply infatuated with it, and has caused countless troubles to date. The men of the East Sea hate it to the bone, hence the strong resentment."

"So powerful? It sounds like it has some skill. Take me to the East Sea to see it someday."

This wasn't a joke. I was starting to feel weary of everything happening in Sara City and wanted to travel. Coupled with hearing about the events in the East Sea, I felt it was time to go out and see for myself.

"I sincerely thank you both. Without your help, I would never have been able to accomplish such a great feat."

After we informed them of Narcissus's reaction, the entire Golden Flower Federation team was quite excited and invited us to a reception at the inn, where we received a very high level of hospitality. Naturally, I didn't see Yueying at the entire banquet, and no one offered me a "reasonable explanation."

Ryan Buffett was indeed a very magnanimous man. He didn't claim the glory of facilitating the alliance for himself, but openly told all his subordinates and advisors that it was because of my efforts that the alliance was successful.

In fact, it was really a close call. Yueying's sudden scandal disrupted the entire plan of the Golden Flower Federation. All the advisors thought that the alliance was doomed and beyond saving, and even the domestic legislative reform was going to fail. Who knew that I could turn the tide and persuade Ishtar and Solancia single-handedly? And the Black Dragon Society also won a great victory at this critical juncture. Everything seemed to be destined. Problems that couldn't be solved in the past period of time were solved in one fell swoop in the last two or three days.

"General Farrell, you are truly remarkable. We wouldn't have succeeded this time without you."

"This is my business card. I'm from the Golden Flower Federation… It's a pleasure to meet you."

This small banquet had a victory celebration feel to it, so there were many attendees, mostly from the Golden Flower Federation. Each one was blond and blue-eyed, impeccably dressed in a suit—they all seemed to be influential figures, vying to shake my hand and hand me their business cards. I've heard this is a characteristic of democratic countries, because presidents leave office and cannot maintain their wealth and power forever. Therefore, their staff and officials try to cultivate extensive relationships with powerful figures abroad to preserve their status during a change of power.

“If this were a monarchy, then the crime of colluding with foreign vassals and plotting rebellion would be much more serious. But the Golden Flower Federation is a democracy, so such things don’t exist.”

As if to prove his point, Ryan smiled warmly, patted me heavily on the shoulder, and handed me a glass of fragrant red wine. He laughed, “Because it’s a democracy, we don’t need to worry about royal dignity, and there’s no such thing as merit overshadowing the ruler. If you’ve made a great contribution, the credit belongs to you. There’s absolutely no such thing as stealing credit.”

Ryan laughed heartily, his long hair shining like gold, making him look like a majestic lion king. With his generous praise, my status and position across the land naturally rose. This favor was given practically and effortlessly, and I could only smile wryly while expressing my admiration.

The small banquet was quite enjoyable for both host and guests. However, after the banquet, Ryan asked me to stay and speak with me privately with Hui Xiuchu.

(Damn it, what does this gay guy want to talk to me about? Could it be that he's been exposed?

With a feeling of unease, I pulled Mao Yan'an along to join the conversation. After a few words, I immediately felt relieved. It turned out that Ryan and Hui Xiuchu were looking for me because of what Hui Xiuchu had mentioned to me privately last time: that he wanted to teach me superior martial arts.)

“John, you are the sole heir of the Farrell family, and your Xuanwu True Skill is unparalleled. If it weren't a top-tier technique, it wouldn't be worthy of your attention. However… according to Lord Heart Lamp, John, you seem unsuitable for ordinary martial arts. Therefore, after much deliberation, we've come up with a special martial art derived from the Divine Art of Light, which we believe will be helpful to you.”

Ryan explained to me that the martial art was a sealed sword technique, seemingly created with the aid of some forbidden spells. It belonged to a very rare type of magical martial art, not a simple martial art, so I should be able to learn it.

However, as far as I know, the conditions for creating such special martial arts, which include forbidden spells, are extremely difficult. It's not something that can be created at will; it requires the perfect combination of timing, location, and skill. Most creations are unintentional. The finished product of planting willow branches. The same applies to cultivation; those who wish to cultivate often have to pay a heavy price…

Just as I hesitated, about to ask a question, Mao Yan'an suddenly exclaimed, “Forbidden martial arts? Swordsmanship? Could it be… the legendary Blood-Donating Martial God’s… Wife vs. Husband Swordsmanship, sealed away in the Cihang Jingdian for nearly a thousand years?”

Wife vs. Husband Swordsmanship?

The name sounded like some regional dialect; I didn't quite understand it, but from the moment I heard it, I felt a chill run down my spine. Whatever the reason, this swordsmanship must be extraordinary, surely containing the blood and tears of countless people.

Ryan and Hui Xiuchu exchanged glances, both praising Mao Yan'an for his extensive knowledge, guessing correctly on the first try. Mao Yan'an then began to tell me a sad story from a thousand years ago.

"The 'Wife Follows Husband's Knife Technique,' also known as the 'Wife Follows Husband's Knife Technique,' is, as the name suggests, a knife technique specifically designed to punish infidelity. Its origin story is..."

The story takes place over a thousand years ago, a time of war and chaos. The title of strongest was not held by a single person, and one man who possessed this title was an unparalleled swordsman who never gave up. His name has long since faded with time; what remains for posterity are his glorious exploits of traversing countless seas of blood and carnage, and his unparalleled swordsmanship, as poetic, dreamlike, misty, and swift as the wind.

This great man's swordsmanship was forged through countless life-or-death trials. It's worth noting that in every battle, this swordsman always emerged victorious, covered in wounds and blood, having achieved a pyrrhic victory. Later generations, in commemoration of his... The world revered him as the Blood-Donating Martial God.

Every battle he fought was for justice, yet this great man, while praised by the world, endured immense sorrow. Every love in his life ultimately left him—either eloping with another man, viewing him as an enemy, or being killed by his enemies; none remained by his side. Later

, when this great swordsman finally fell, his unparalleled swordsmanship was collected by the Cihang Jingdian Palace. But whether due to deep resentment or a curse, every man who attempted to practice this swordsmanship suffered infidelity during the training process. No matter how virtuous their wives were, they all became promiscuous, eloping with their lovers, or even murdering their husbands.

"...His wife cheated on him, his fiancée broke off their engagement—that's not even the most embarrassing thing. In the past, there was a monk at the Cihang Jingdian who practiced a sword manual, thinking that monks wouldn't be cursed. Who knew that halfway through his training, his elderly mother back home was caught in adultery and killed by her lover? When the news reached him, this great monk went berserk, killing anyone he saw—he became the infamous Blood Blade Monk of hundreds of years ago. It took the Cihang Jingdian a great deal of effort to subdue him."

Mao Yan'an sighed, "Because of these horrifying legends, the Temple of Light..." This peerless sword technique is sealed, forbidden for disciples to practice. However, when martial arts elders discuss the strongest sword techniques in history, no one forgets this "Wife vs. Husband" sword technique. "

That's enough! It truly is a terrifyingly powerful sword technique. Anyone who practices it will inevitably be cuckolded, and possibly more cuckolded than ever before. What pimp in the world could endure such humiliation?"

After hearing Mao Yan'an recount the story of this sword technique, my expression changed slightly, and I looked at Ryan. This sword technique is so dangerous; why would he give me such a forbidden technique? Is he deliberately mocking me?

“Don’t misunderstand, John. Although this sword technique has ominous legends, those are from hundreds of years ago. Besides, when that senior entrusted the Cihang Jingdian to find someone to pass on the technique, he said that as long as one is a righteous person with a pure heart, capable of wielding a sword to protect the common people, one can transcend the malevolence contained in this sword technique and unleash its supreme power.”

Ryan smiled gently and explained slowly. Although his words were euphemistic, the meaning was still clear: because I had no wife, no lover, no sisters, and didn’t even know who my mother was, I had no female relatives. Even if I encountered a curse, I wouldn’t be able to be cursed, making me the perfect candidate to practice this “Wife to Husband” technique.

I smiled in response, but cursed inwardly.

Even without female relatives, and with my relationship with Yueying already broken, I still have a pretty female disciple by my side. If she trains and ends up cheating on me with Ah Xue, how can I face anyone? That gay bastard, if he has such a perverted skill, he can train it himself. Why recommend it to me? The best first chapter would be: castrate himself, then his wife will cuckold him...

This thought had barely formed when a sudden pain shot through my chest. I thought of Yueying, and a feeling of grief and indignation welled up inside me, almost making me jump up and scream.

However, in the end, I still chose to accept the sword manual as a thank you gift. Since I couldn't really slap Ryan in the face, at least I could take some benefits. Even if I didn't train it, it didn't mean I wouldn't need it. Keeping an extra martial arts manual is always beneficial.

"Good, this is the sword manual. I hope that one day you can restore its sharpness, like that predecessor hundreds of years ago, wielding the sword to defend the righteousness of the world."

The sword manual that Hui Xiuchu handed over wasn't a book or scroll, but a broken sword, only half intact. It had no scabbard, simply wrapped in a cloth inscribed with incantations. Upon opening it, a chilling light shone forth like a clear, cold spring, making one's eyes go cold.

The broken sword wasn't long; the end of the hilt had a steel ring, presumably a variation used when wielding the sword. The blade was clear as ice crystal, showing no signs of being an ancient artifact passed down for thousands of years. Three shocking diagonal bloodstains were on the broken blade, marks left by countless evil villains slain in the past.

When I held the sword obliquely in the moonlight, looking at it from a certain angle, I saw countless tiny characters appearing on the blade, all inscribed with sword techniques and mental methods. At the very beginning of all the characters were three deeply etched, powerful characters:

Shattered Dream Sword!

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