【The Tale of Wind and Beauty Part 2】

In the southeastern part of the Wind Continent, two thousand years ago, it was the territory of the Principality of Paroch. After the fall of the Principality of Paroch, this area was jointly ruled by a merchant organization, which championed freedom and unrestrained spirit. Not belonging to any particular nation, each city was governed independently by elected representatives, focusing on developing free trade, thus becoming a unique region. Poltegal, formerly known as Ada City, was the former capital of the Principality of Paroch. After the disintegration of the principality, it flourished due to its abundant resources and convenient location by both land and sea, becoming one of the most prosperous places. In teahouses, monks from neighboring Japan and scholars from the Silk Country engage in profound debates; in markets, merchants from Black Luman and illusionists from Ligas peddle their wares; in taverns, bards from the Scarlet Cherry Empire and dancers from the Seven Islands Alliance sing and dance aloud. The diverse people make Poltegal a port city full of exotic charm. On a bustling city street, a traveler in a black robe wandered aimlessly. Judging from his attire, he was probably some kind of monk. His black robes stood out somewhat in the noisy street. However, there were many religions on the Wind Continent, and wars between them were not uncommon. Therefore, the people of each region had long since reached a consensus not to question the beliefs of others. "Esteemed guest, it must be very hot wearing a black robe! How about a bowl of our refreshing tea?" At the entrance of the tea shop, a rather plump shopkeeper greeted the customer attentively. "Where is the tea from?" "Sir, you are quite the connoisseur. Our tea is from Crane Ridge in the southeastern lowlands. It has a pure flavor. Or would you like some Darjeeling black tea imported from overseas? It was just shipped from a merchant ship last month." "Simple is fine with me." The traveler brewed a pot of tea, chose a seat near the door, and sat down to savor the tea. "Boss, how's business lately?" "Thanks to you, it's alright." The shopkeeper replied with a beaming smile and a bow. "I heard you changed the price of your tea a few days ago?" "How could that be? The price of our tea has been the same for three years, fair and square. You must have made a mistake, sir!" The shopkeeper was a little annoyed that his reputation had been questioned. "Ah! I've been running around so much that my brain isn't as sharp anymore. I misspoke, please don't take offense, boss." After a few more words, the traveler turned his gaze to the street, watching the bustling crowd. From the conversation, he had learned what he wanted to know. Prices in this city hadn't fluctuated much, and the people hadn't lost their ambition or their simple honesty. This situation reassured him. "Make way... Make way... Don't block the road if you have nothing to do..." Several shouts rang out, followed by the thunderous sound of galloping hooves approaching from afar. Pedestrians scattered in disarray, roadside stalls were overturned, customers eating were drenched, fruits and vegetables were trampled on the ground, and goods were scattered everywhere. Some even tried to loot in the chaos. Several sturdy horses galloped past, seemingly clearing the way. It was unclear who was behind them, given their imposing presence. The traveler remained silent, his two exquisitely shaped eyebrows furrowed beneath his black robe. "Boss, who were those people who just galloped past?" "Sir, you're from out of town, so you might not know." The innkeeper cautiously looked around and whispered, "They are envoys from Japan, on official business." "For a long time, the free city has lacked a strong military, so Japan, as a powerful island nation in the East, can be said to have completely controlled the surrounding maritime transport and held the lifeline of Polutgar. If Japan is angered, Polutgar, known as the 'Mirage on Land,' will suffer the most terrible economic blow with its overseas transportation completely cut off. Therefore, having always been accommodating to Japan, in recent years, Polutgar's autonomous government has essentially become a puppet of Japan. As a result, Japanese envoys are arrogant and domineering, openly soliciting bribes and extorting money on the streets, arousing much public resentment, though people dare not speak out." The traveler, upon hearing this, was lost in thought. "Be careful!" "A scream erupted outside the shop. A little girl stood in the middle of the street, crying for her mother, probably lost in the chaos. Not far in front of her, a second cloud of dust rose, and a herd of horses galloped towards them—at least dozens of riders. The people on the street, though screaming in alarm, all hid to the side, standing idly by, no one intending to actually help. Seeing the little girl about to be trampled into a bloody pulp by the galloping horses, some timid women covered their children's eyes with their hands. 'Hiss...!'" A long neighing sounded, followed by a cacophony of voices. Three leading horses abruptly stopped in the middle of the road, rammed head-on by the horses charging from behind. Chaos erupted instantly; riders tumbled from their horses, scrambling to avoid the wildly kicking hooves, their figures utterly comical. In the center of the long street, the young man in black robes stood proudly, blocking the girl's path. No one saw how he appeared; his left palm was outstretched, an imposing aura that stunned all the onlookers. It was this very aura that made the galloping horses hesitate. "Wow... truly remarkable..." "Damn... really impressive..." The crowd in the street erupted in applause and cheers, applauding this rare act of righteousness. The young man's brow remained furrowed. If he had shielded the girl with his own body and died a gruesome death, probably less than a tenth of those present would have been moved. These people had completely forgotten their own shameful actions, only cheering afterward. Deep down, their applause was perhaps simply because they had witnessed a spectacular acrobatic show. This was undeniably a strange mentality. "You damned deer! Who dares block my way!" A thunderous roar drowned out all the noise, followed by an enormous figure on horseback leaping over the blocking herd of horses and landing with a thud. The heavy thud sent dust and rocks flying, and the pedestrians on both sides fell silent once more. The figure on horseback was imposing and awe-inspiring; a tall, muscular giant, his body bulging with powerful, bulging muscles that inspired fear. "You have quite the nerve, daring to block my path. State your name, and I will punish you accordingly." "Before punishing others, you should reflect on your own actions. Besides, I have no intention of revealing my name to a barbarian who knows nothing of manners." The face beneath the black robe was now revealed in the sunlight. It was a handsome and dashing countenance, a haughty smile playing on his lips, icy blue eyes that seemed to hold a cold indifference to the world, a mockery and disdain for everything—not the gaze of a young man. In a hazy light, he appeared almost like a man of several hundred years old. Overall, he possessed a beauty that defied age, adding to his mystery. "Very well, in our country, killing a commoner is not a crime. Since you can't name me, you must be an insignificant commoner. In that case..." "Then you shall die!" "After the giant finished speaking, the crimson spear hanging from his saddle shot out with lightning speed. It was unexpected that someone of his enormous size could move so swiftly. The spear was three times the width of an adult's arm; anyone struck by it would likely be cut in two before even having time to cry out in pain. In a split second, the young man dodged to the side. But the opponent's martial arts had truly surprised him. The spear, which had been thrusting straight at him, instantly transformed into a sweeping attack. The young man was quite thin; probably no one would have thought he could block such a spear. Except himself. The young man frowned, calmly raising his right hand in front of him, and uttered a low incantation: 'Mekmi.'" A powerful force seemed to spring from his wrist, firmly gripping the rapidly sweeping crimson spear. Seeing this, the giant's eyes gleamed with elation, and he exclaimed, "So it's a sorcerer! Good, very good, truly good..." The giant was a war-loving maniac. In Japan, there were no outstanding sorcerers who could fight him, let alone withstand his spear. Therefore, he had long hoped to spar with him, and unexpectedly, this was the perfect opportunity. Among the many professions on the continent, sorcerers were highly respected. Sorcerers used their personal secret arts to manipulate ancient spells and magic, communicating with spirits. They served in the court and among nobles, or traveled alone. They were not bound by worldly laws, only obeying the independent magicians' guilds that existed above national organizations. Sorcerers with wicked intentions would be punished by the guild, even expelled. Those with serious offenses might even be assassinated by assassins sent by the guild. "General Sheng." Just as the situation was about to escalate further, a monkey-faced warrior emerged from the rear of the group. Judging by his attire, he was likely one of the leaders. "General Sheng, this is a main street. Please don't cause unnecessary trouble," the monkey-faced warrior gasped. "Enough nonsense!" Sheng, excited by the prospect of a rare opponent, couldn't tolerate any other voice, especially since this voice came from something he hated most. "Shut your mouth, you monkey-faced bastard! Don't think that just because you've been given a name by the lord, you can change your status. In my eyes, you'll always be just a mud monkey!" The voice was practically a roar. The monkey-faced warrior's face turned pale instantly; his previously flushed complexion was drained of color by the humiliating whip. Sheng struggled to reclaim the spear, but the black-robed youth, whether exhausted or not, easily regained control. "Is he out of strength... or has his magic failed...""Whatever, we'll see." Like all warmongers, Sheng Jia was unusually obsessed with victory and was about to thrust again with his spear. "Whoosh!" A sharp sound rang out, and a long spear pierced between the two, interrupting Sheng Jia's thrust and startling everyone present. The spear thrower was a beautiful young woman, clad in armor, with delicate eyebrows, bright and spirited, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes like autumn waters, her stunning beauty radiating a vibrant heroic spirit. She was Leila, the captain of Polutgar's self-defense force. "Guests from the East, please show some respect. The gentleman before you is Polutgar's distinguished guest, Teacher Kadar." Upon hearing the name Kadar, everyone present was deeply shaken. The Great Sage Kadar was a household name on the Wind Continent, almost a mythical figure. On the continent lived three Archmages, transcending the Magic Guild. Each possessed a lifespan of several thousand years, were learned in both cosmology and the past and present, possessed godlike wisdom and unparalleled power, and had saved humanity from peril on numerous occasions. Two thousand five hundred years ago, the Demon Race launched a massive invasion of the human realm, known as the "War of the Nine Provinces." It was under the leadership of the three Sages that they united various forces, fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and drove the Demon Race back to their original territory. For two thousand years since, they have dared not invade the human realm again. The Sage of the Day, Huang Taiji, was proficient in the technology and magic arts left over from the mythical era, especially skilled in ancient secret incantations. After the Great War of the Nine Provinces, due to a great disappointment, he vanished without a trace, and for the past two thousand years, his fate and whereabouts have remained a mystery. The Moon Sage, Lu You, also known as the "Sword Master," styled himself the Master of White Deer Cave. He was the founder of Eastern magic and held the title of Sword Saint, excelling in both literature and martial arts. After the Great War, he assisted the Black Rumman Empire, receiving the title of National Preceptor. In recent years, he has been in seclusion at White Deer Cave, where even emperors and nobles have been unable to glimpse him. The Star Sage, Kadar, was well-versed in various arts, including medicine, divination, astrology, physiognomy, and other esoteric arts, displaying extraordinary talent. After the Great War of the Nine Provinces, he went into hiding, wandering the world, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, helping the weak and oppressed among the common people. He is the most frequently mentioned among the three sages in the legendary tales of bards, a figure revered by the people. "Kadar? Interesting." "A fierce fighting spirit ignited in Shibata Katsuie's eyes. On the battlefield, he was an incomparably brave and fierce general, always finding pleasure in challenging the strong. Now, seeing such a formidable opponent, how could he not be itching with desire? "General Katsuie, please be mindful of our mission. If you persist in your course, upon returning home, I will impeach you before Lord Nobunaga." The ape-faced samurai beside him, seeing through Katsuie's thoughts, hurriedly tried to stop him. Considering his lord's authority, Katsuie's fighting spirit diminished greatly. He glared hatefully at the man beside him, swung his arm, and sheathed his crimson spear, saying, "Kadar, you are an opponent that interests me. We will meet again." With that, he led his men away in a cloud of dust. The ape-faced samurai bowed respectfully from his horse, saying, "Master Kadar, I am Hashiba Hideyoshi of Japan. Please forgive my earlier offense. I have long admired your name and hope to have the opportunity to receive your guidance one day." He cupped his hands in a respectful greeting, then turned and caught up with Katsuie's party. "Hashiba Hideyoshi... This samurai has an extraordinary appearance; his future achievements are limitless!" Though it was only a brief encounter, Kadar had already discerned Hideyoshi's destiny from his face. "Teacher..." Turning around, Leila stood before him, her usually spirited face now flushed with a rare shyness. "Hmm! Long time no see, Leila." Kadar thought for a moment, then smiled gently. A night breeze blew, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the streets of Poltegal were still bustling with activity, the bright lights and glittering neon giving the city a different look. Kadar sat alone in the inn, listening to the noise outside, brewing tea and reading. To avoid unnecessary disturbance, he had declined Leila's invitation and moved from the post station to the inn. "I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses. You ask me how this can be? My heart is far away, and the place naturally becomes secluded." "This is a five-character poem from the Land of Silk, and reciting it now has a special charm." *Knock, knock, knock!* A knocking sound rang out, and a visitor arrived. "Is Master Kadar in? A guest has come from afar." "Since you have come from afar, Kadar will not fail in hospitality. Please make yourself at home!" The door opened, revealing the ape-faced warrior of the day, Hashiba Hideyoshi. "I have long admired the name of the Sage of the Stars. Meeting you today is truly the greatest fortune of my life." He was a seasoned warrior, having seen countless storms, but even facing this legendary figure, his voice trembled slightly with excitement. "A fine night, a rare and precious moon. Kadar cannot bear to waste this precious time. General, if you have something to say, please speak frankly." His nighttime visit was not without reason; having seen through Hideyoshi's purpose, Kadar went straight to the point. Hideyoshi was taken aback, then said, "Alright, Master, you are a man of few words. I have learned much from you." After they were seated, Hideyoshi said, "Fujikichiro rose from humble beginnings, and it was thanks to Lord Nobunaga's appreciation and repeated promotions that he enjoys his current glory. I will never forget this." He sighed slightly and continued, "However..." Lord Nobunaga was a man of unparalleled courage and ambition, but some of his actions are truly difficult to describe... Kadar, having traveled extensively, had heard of this unparalleled ruler of Japan. Oda Nobunaga, starting from nothing, suddenly rose to power, swiftly defeating the then-leading figure, Imagawa Yoshimoto, becoming the most powerful feudal lord in Japan. His methods and actions were seen by some as those of a tyrant, and by others as those of a ruthless madman. However, those who achieve great things are capable of anything, and sometimes, they cannot be judged by ordinary standards. Hideyoshi looked up for a long while, then sighed, "The Oda clan is now beset by the Takeda and Uesugi tribes on the border, and internally there are unstable voices. I, Hideyoshi, following Lord Nobunaga, am truly worried. However, Lord Nobunaga is a man of exceptional talent and arrogant, while I, Hideyoshi, am of low rank and insignificant, unable to accomplish anything. I do not know how to conduct myself, so I have come to seek your guidance, my mentor." Kadar looked at Hideyoshi with great interest. Having lived for thousands of years, he had witnessed the rise and fall of human affairs, and the rise and fall of a mere nation was something he understood perfectly. However, this young man had indeed piqued his interest... "Before answering, Kadar has a question to ask," Kadar said slowly. "As far as I know, your Lord Nobunaga is of an eccentric and volatile temperament. If General Hashiba's words today were to leak out, would you not be afraid of losing your head?" "But my loyal heart shines through history, what fear is there of the clouds obscuring the sun?" Hideyoshi remained steadfast and fearless, sitting upright in his seat. Kadar merely smiled; this answer did not satisfy him. Hideyoshi's words were nothing but blind loyalty. However, this man's destiny seemed to possess the countenance of an emperor, far from being an ordinary warrior. The future… This was quite interesting. To witness the future changes, he would lend him a hand! "Alright! I will cast a divination for the general, but in the future, the general must grant me one request." "As far as it is within my power, Hideyoshi will do his utmost." The two struck each other's palms three times, as a vow. With the vow made, Kadar surveyed the surrounding scenery. Outside the wall, a commotion arose. Judging from the sounds, it was two women and a man. On the branches, several birds perched; upon closer inspection, they were two males and one female. After observing for a while, Kadar had a conclusion. Looking up at the sky, he saw countless stars, their constellations shifting. After a while, the situation was settled. "The upper trigram is yang-yin-yang, belonging to fire, and obtains the Li trigram; the lower trigram is yin-yin-yang, belonging to mountain, and obtains the Gen trigram. The two combine to form the 'Traveler' hexagram, representing a mountain." "What does this mean?" "Small success, auspicious journey. Greatly favorable for long-distance travel." "My mentor wants me to avoid a distant place." "Indeed. Just now, observing the stars, the general's 'traveling horse' star is moving, indicating a long journey is imminent. If the general travels slowly and returns gradually, he can avoid being killed." Hideyoshi pondered these words. Indeed, he already knew that Lord Nobunaga intended to send him to conquer China (a place name in Japan), which was indeed a long journey. However, what Kadar said about avoiding being killed... being killed... being killed... could it be that the Oda clan is facing disaster...? Raising his head, Kadar's confident smile seemed to confirm his guess. "My mentor's guidance is deeply appreciated by Hideyoshi. However, as a retainer of the Oda clan, how can I sit idly by when my lord is in trouble? I should follow him to the death." Hideyoshi puffed out his chest and said proudly. Kadar smiled upon hearing this. What the man said was exactly what he expected; however, fate is often beyond one's control..."The fate of the Oda clan is predetermined, there's no need to worry too much. If you insist, General, considering our meeting today, Kadar has something to offer you." He took out a locket made of an unknown metal, its surface crystalline, swirling with iridescent light, truly a rare treasure. "This is a talisman; General, carry it, it will protect you from great calamities." Hideyoshi knew this was a rare stroke of luck, and respectfully accepted it, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I won't thank you today, but if we meet again someday, I will repay this great favor." He bid farewell to Kadar and stepped out, facing the destiny that lay ahead. Kadar looked at the contents of his cup, silent. Today he had once again broken his rule to perform a divination; the last time he did so was four hundred years ago. Heavenly secrets, heavenly secrets, why is human destiny always tied to Heaven? Whether wise or foolish, noble or lowly, emperor or general, none can escape this predetermined fate. Will I ever have a day when 'my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of Heaven'? "Knock, knock, knock!" Another knock at the door. "Is Mentor Kadar in?" "Looks like I won't be sleeping tonight!" Visitors kept coming, and Kadar could only manage a wry smile. Opening the door, the visitor was none other than Leila. "Teacher!" "It's you! Come in!" Leila had changed from her heroic demeanor during the day, removing her golden armor and wearing simple home clothes. Her beautiful face and shy expression added a touch of allure. Kadar took out tea leaves from his pouch, brewed another pot, and chatted with Leila about everything under the sun, from Kadar's journey since their separation to their recent lives, and then reminiscing about many years ago. "Really? It's been so long! Thinking back, it feels like just yesterday I held you in my arms, and now you've grown into a beautiful young lady." "You've forgotten, even my name was given to me by Your Highness!" "I'm no longer a prince, you don't need to call me Your Highness anymore."
Kadar was originally a prince of the Duchy of Paroch. In his youth, he was exceptionally talented, leading armies to sweep across the land. During battles, he would compose poetry while wielding a spear, astonishing all who witnessed his skill. In his leisure time, he would enjoy the breeze and moonlight, befriending heroes from all corners of the land, his romantic escapades numerous. He proclaimed himself "the most romantic man under heaven," a prodigy envied by all. At the age of sixty-seven (the average lifespan is about five or six hundred years), he suddenly lost interest in all worldly matters, resolutely abandoning them to retreat into the deep mountains to pursue the infinite Dao. After two hundred years of success, he encountered the invasion of the demon race and bravely stepped forward, winning three battles that made him famous throughout the land. During the war, he met Huang Taiji and Lu You, who together were known as the Three Sages. Among the three, Kadar was ranked last due to his age, but considering their combined talent and achievements, Kadar was truly the foremost of the Three Sages. After the great war, the Principality of Paroch had long since perished. Kadar, desiring to focus on his spiritual path and harboring no ambition to restore his homeland, wandered the world alone. However, he would return to Polutgar every three or four years, a way of paying homage to his homeland. During his revisit twenty-two years ago, Leila was born. Kadar took a liking to her and, unusually, stayed temporarily, instructing her in literature and martial arts until she was five. Therefore, Leila and Kadar's relationship was exceptionally different from ordinary people. "Teacher, with your abilities, there should be nothing difficult in the world. Why do you always look so melancholy?" Kadar shook his head. At their level of cultivation, they had transcended the physiological cycles of ordinary people, but that didn't equate to immortality. "For the past thousand years, I have continuously used the sands of time to reverse the age of my body and maintain my youth, but I have reached my limit." "Is there no way to change this?" Leila asked. "Fate is predetermined; how can mere human effort reverse it?" Kadar said with a wry smile. "What I fear is not the limitations of nature, but the divine punishment." "Divine punishment!" In the cycle of nature, every few hundred thousand years, when the evil energy of humanity accumulates to its limit, Heaven will unleash a celestial tribulation, blasting away all impurities on earth with a thousand bolts of lightning. The arrival of this celestial tribulation is the most terrifying catastrophe for humanity. Each bolt of lightning is accompanied by radiant fire, holy ice, solar wind, and cosmic light, possessing boundless power to destroy all living things. To avert the celestial tribulation, a person with the destiny of an emperor, unparalleled bravery, must use their peerless martial arts to withstand the lightning. If they can withstand more than six hundred bolts, the celestial tribulation can be averted. If they miss even one bolt, it will be a catastrophe that destroys humanity. The so-called divine punishment is when someone defies the laws of Heaven, Heaven sends down lightning to kill them, continuing until the person is mortally wounded. A lifespan of several thousand years is indeed defying Heaven. The other two of the Three Sages, Huang Taiji, are missing, and Lu You has been living in seclusion in the White Deer Cave for over a thousand years, never appearing before anyone again. "Over the years, I've used the ancient Soul-Concealing Technique to deceive the heavenly senses, but this has also resulted in my cultivation being sealed down to less than half its original strength. If anything goes wrong..." "Teacher!" Leila didn't know how to answer. In her memory, Kadar had always been intelligent and wise, the answer to every question, his words flowing effortlessly, making her tremble. She never imagined that he would be so bewildered. "It's just a small matter, yet it has caused my little Leila unnecessary worry." Reaching out to gently stroke Leila's face, Kadar smiled gently, "I no longer care about the cycle of life and death. If it weren't for an unresolved matter, being struck by heavenly lightning and annihilated, thus avoiding the suffering of reincarnation, would have been a clean and tidy end." "Teacher!" Leila was shocked and tears streamed down her face. Kadar smiled, stood up, and slowly walked to the window. Facing the evening breeze,
he gazed at the stars in the sky, lost in thought. He had given up worldly riches and cultivated diligently, all for the sake of a longer lifespan.
Thousands of years of life, endless travel, all for the sake of seeing those two again, speaking to her once more, apologizing to him once more; wandering for so long, witnessing the vicissitudes of life, yet never meeting again. Could it be that lost time can never be regained? Are wrongs truly irreversible? His affinity with Leila stemmed from her spirit, a resemblance of three parts. If Heaven truly has a spirit, why not grant this thousand-year-old doubter a chance after his arduous pursuit? If he could have another chance, he would even defy the laws of nature, he would definitely… definitely… Thinking of his lifelong love, Kadar's heart clenched with grief, unable to contain himself. Seeing this, Leila made a decision. Behind her, a rustling sound arose. "Teacher! Leila has something she'd like you to see." Turning around, a woman of unparalleled beauty appeared before her. Her slender, rounded, and translucent body, perfectly sculpted like jade, was enough to make any man forget to breathe. "Leila..." Leila approached, her delicate hand stopping Kadar's words. "That's right, this isn't the time to talk." Kadar smiled, flicking his sleeve to extinguish the lamp. His snow-white body, like jade, was exceptionally alluring in the bright moonlight. Kadar took Leila's delicate fingers and gently kissed them along her arm, his soft kisses lingering on her cherry lips. He sealed Leila's mouth, gently sucking on her rose-petal-like lower lip, then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. Leila let out a soft moan, her whole body tingling, the saliva on her tongue releasing a rich, musky scent. She felt a little dizzy, unable to think clearly, only feeling something soft and yielding moving within her mouth. Tongues licked each other, stickily intertwining, saliva being sucked in, the tongues almost being drawn away. All her saliva was sucked dry, yet her mouth didn't feel dry; saliva seemed to flow again from nowhere. Occasionally, her tongue would feel a stinging pain from being sucked, and when her tongue or the roots of her teeth were licked, Leila would close her eyes, but her eyes would roll within them. Their lips parted, and Kadar carefully examined Leila's body. At twenty-two, her body was a blend of girlishness and mature womanhood; her neck, arms, and slender waist were almost frail, while her pink legs and breasts were full. The soft valley at the base of her thighs, with its swaying pubic hair, was sparsely diamond-shaped. He had long noticed that Leila's breasts were very high, but seeing them up close, their fullness far exceeded his expectations. They didn't give off a vulgar, bull-like impression; the bell-shaped breasts, due to their beautiful shape, appeared even more alluring. "Your breasts are so beautiful." The pale pink areolas and small nipples emitted a sweet fragrance. Leila, with a shy expression, tremblingly cupped her breasts in her hands. Compared to her full, firm breasts, her slender hands couldn't even cover half of them. Kadar buried his head in her breasts, inhaling the delicate scent of a virgin, the waves of masculine heat enveloping Leila, her mind a jumbled mess. Leila's hand, which had been lifting her breast, suddenly moved, bringing her already erect nipple to Kadar's tongue. Seeing this, Leila leaned forward further, the tip of her left breast deeply entering Kadar's mouth. "Ah..." Her mouth was hotter than she had imagined, Leila closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. This was an act of her own volition, a fact that made her blush to the roots of her ears. Kadar's intense sucking completely erased her shame. He took her breast into his mouth and tongue, sucking it with varying intensity, sometimes gently rubbing it with his teeth. When his tongue touched her areola, Leila's lips trembled slightly. "Good... ah..." "Want this breast too?" After fully enjoying her right breast, Kadar began to kiss her left breast. Meanwhile, her nimble fingers continued to caress her right breast. The sensations on both sides intensified Leila's sensuality. The skillful movements of her tongue made Leila feel adorable, her breathing quickened, and she began to pant softly. Kadar, fixated on Leila's beautiful breasts, breathed through his nose. This breathing moistened her soft breasts. The sensation of his tongue touching the nipple was different from that of the areola, and the subtle changes in Leila's expression reflected this. Kadar gazed at her expression from her breasts. His mouth finally left her breasts, but he continued to play with her nipples. He pinched them with his index and middle fingers, sometimes pulling hard, sometimes pressing them flat, each movement causing Leila to change her expression and tone of voice. "Little girl, your expression is so alluring." "Ah... not at all..." "Your voice is alluring too." Encouraged by her beloved, Leila grew bolder and made more intimate advances. "Teacher, let Leila serve you." She gently knelt down, facing Kadar's crotch. In an instant, Leila felt a breath, then met the glans with the tip of her tongue—a sensation beyond description. Her tongue seemed to automatically wrap around the penis, as if to determine its shape. "Mmm...good," Kadar groaned, his penis throbbing almost to burst. Without her noticing, Leila grasped the base of the penis with her right hand, its erection evident in her palm. With great interest, Leila licked the strangely scented glans with the tip of her tongue, like a tender wife carefully entwining it with her soft tongue. The glans became completely smooth, the sensation on her tongue exquisite, evoking the word "delicious." This was oral sex, something she had only heard of before; she had never imagined such a lewd act could be so flavorful and sensual. Leila, as if in worship, gripped the penis with both hands, plunging it deep into her mouth, rubbing it with her tongue. Saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin. It wasn't just her chin that was wet; as Leila sat on the ground, her legs spread wide, honey-like fluid flowed down her buttocks. The penis, like a fish caught on a hook, throbbed incessantly in Leila's mouth, a testament to the body's peak vitality. Leila's tongue, like a kitten playing with a mouse, entwined around it, refusing to let go. The tip of her tongue pressed against the groove beneath the glans, rubbing as if trying to dig something out, kneading the soft, protruding part with the underside of her tongue. She used the tip of her tongue to flick the short tendons on the back, like playing the piano, enjoying the elastic pleasure. This wasn't learned; it was natural for Leila. "Mmm... good... it's coming out..." Before she could understand the words, the penis in her mouth swelled abnormally, as if something was pressing against her gums, like being sprayed with hot water from a water gun. The warm substance flowed deep into her throat, which Leila swallowed completely. "Something... something is coming out." Her voice was hoarse from the prolonged sucking. "You didn't know what it was, and you just swallowed it all." Seeing Leila's innocent expression, Kadar chuckled. “I’m not afraid of anything that belongs to the teacher.” Kadar lifted Leila onto the bed, gently kissing every inch of her skin. “Can I touch here?” “Ah, uh?” His fingers slowly moved towards her labia, Leila seemed a little flustered. Looking at her blushing cheeks, Kadar felt an inexplicable surge of affection. He kissed Leila while playing with her still-tender vulva. Kadar parted the soft pubic hair, caressing the mysterious flesh, and Leila’s body trembled slightly. “I want to see all of Leila, everything about you, I want it all.” “Ah! How embarrassing…” Leila covered her face with her hands, the blush spreading all the way to her neck. It was hard to imagine that the usually cheerful and spirited Leila would have such a delicate and alluring side. Kadar moved his body, spreading Leila’s legs apart. He looked closely at her there, the soft golden pubic hair subtly adorning her entire lower body. Her tightly closed labia formed a straight line, neither sagging nor discolored. "Ah! No, don't look like that..." "I can see it clearly! Leila, you're completely different from when you were little!" Despite knowing each other for years, Leila still seemed very shy. Kadar placed his fingers on her vulva, slowly spreading them into a V-shape. The open slit was a vibrant pink. Looking into the center of the opening, one could see the walls of her vulva rising and falling gently with her breath. "Ah... Ah, ah, ah!" Kadar plunged his tongue deep into her vulva, and Leila shook her head from side to side, her body trembling adorably, his tongue stirring the center of her honeypot. "Ah... How embarrassing!" "But, isn't it comfortable? Look, it's already all wet." Kadar deliberately made lewd squelching sounds while diligently caressing her vulva. Sticky liquid gradually welled up from Leila's mysterious spring. "Ahhh, umm... No!" "Really no?" Kadar asked Leila jokingly. Leila shook her head shyly, wiping away her tears. As the captain of the royal guard, she had probably never been asked that before! "Ahhh...""Mmm! Mmm!" Her secret garden, glistening with saliva and love juice, was fully blooming, its petals licked vigorously by his tongue. Leila's flesh responded to Kadar's tongue and fingers with burning heat and elasticity. The honey-like juices overflowing from her labia gradually soaked the snow-white sheets along Leila's anus. "Alright, Leila, we can almost begin," Kadar whispered gently in Leila's ear. He laid Leila down on the bed and slowly pressed his glans against the center of her petals. He spread her legs and carefully aimed at the entrance. "Going in!" "Mmm! Leila wants to give everything to her teacher." Leila's body strained, preparing for this moment. Kadar bent Leila's legs and pushed her hips forward slightly. "Don't strain. You can relax, don't be afraid!" “Yes, yes…” Kadar’s waist thrust in little by little, and Leila’s body kept lurching towards the headboard, probably unable to bear the pain and fear! “It’s in!” Although Leila’s face was contorted in pain, there was still a hint of pleasure in her expression; squelch, squelch, gurgle… Kadar began to slowly push his waist in, and Leila frowned, looking very uncomfortable. However, once you’ve experienced that velvety pleasure, you can’t stop. “It won’t hurt soon, just bear with it a little longer.” Kadar gradually increased the speed of his waist thrusts. At the point of contact, the copper-colored penis thrust into Leila’s slit without reservation. The wet, slippery steel rod was covered with the blood of her broken hymen and the clear love fluid, stained a pale pink, reflecting the light wetly. “Ahhhhh… Mmm!” "Leila began to moan sweetly. The pained expression on her face had vanished, replaced by a look of pleasure. Kadar changed positions, making Leila lie face down, firmly holding her waist, and then thrusting all the way in one go. "Ahhh, ahh! Ahh..." "Mmm, Leila, that's amazing..." Kadar savored the sensation inside Leila's flesh again and again, the intense thrusts producing a series of slapping sounds. Leila's white back undulated like waves, her long hair swaying incessantly. Due to the extremely violent thrusting, his huge penis was covered in pale pink foamy fluid. As the piston-like movements reached their most intense climax, Leila beneath him suddenly covered her face and sobbed, crying out in pain. Kadar stopped, his fingers gently tracing back and forth on her smooth, bare back, and asked softly, "What's wrong, little girl? Are you uncomfortable?" Leila wiped away her tears, tossed her hair aside, and smiled again, saying, "It's nothing, Leila is just... just too happy..." Kadar knew that this woman with whom he had formed a bond was hiding something, but now was not the time for a heart-to-heart talk. "Leila, I'm almost there!" Kadar began his final thrust, and Leila seemed ready. "Oh... oh oh oh!" An indescribable sweet numbness spread between her legs. Kadar pushed Leila's waist forcefully, thrusting in one last time, and then released all his desire in one breath. Within the spasming, narrow walls of flesh, his glans began to swell and twitch violently. In an instant, a magnificent ejaculation occurred, the intermittent spray of semen boiling within Leila's secret cave. "Ah ah... ah ah ah!" Leila sank weakly into the bed. After their passion subsided, Kadar covered them both with the quilt, his left hand gently caressing Leila's naked body, savoring the afterglow. Leila hesitated, turning for a long time before finally murmuring, "Teacher, you can say something to me..." "Leila, I love you." Sensing the unspoken feelings of the girl in his arms, Kadar gently expressed his affection. As if struck by a great shock, Leila stood there stunned for a long time, then burst into tears of joy. "Silly girl! You're crying over this." Kadar kissed her trembling eyelashes, wiping away her tears. "Thank you, teacher. Leila loves you." Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard was delicate and elegant. As the morning light climbed through the third windowpane, Kadar woke up. The faint scent of her hair lingered on the pillow, its subtle fragrance stimulating his nose. Recalling the passion of the previous night, Kadar couldn't help but smile. "A single bed for two people is really a bit cramped." "Leila left before dawn. Kadar felt her get up and dress, and before she left, she gave him a deep kiss, a kiss filled with endless affection and love. It seems he'll have to stay in this old house for his little lover." As he pondered this, he faintly heard the sounds of gongs and drums, and the distant, approaching notes of suona horns, from outside the stone wall—a festive band. "What kind of wedding is this, so extravagant?" Kadar was in high spirits. He strolled outside, looking at the solemn and magnificent procession, feeling the long-lost joy. "Master Kadar. Greetings." Seeing Kadar, a knight rode up from the procession—none other than Toyotomi Hideyoshi. "Oh! So it's your country's wedding procession." Political marriages between lord and vassal states were commonplace; such a grand display was not surprising. "It is the wedding ceremony of Lord Oda of our country. We have been ordered to bring the bride back to Japan." "I wonder whose daughter she is, so fortunate." This was a lie told by Kadar. Even if only a tenth of the rumors about Oda Nobunaga were true, it was already unbearable. This bride was truly the unluckiest woman imaginable. Kadar sighed three times for her. "You know her, she's Miss Leila, whom I met the other day." "What?" Even with Kadar's composure, he couldn't contain himself upon hearing this. His expression changed slightly, and his right hand, hidden behind his back, dug its nails deep into his palm. Hideyoshi, oblivious to Kadar's expression, continued gleefully, "Last month, the merchant corps from Ada City came to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Leila accompanied them. Lord Nobunaga was captivated by her beauty and immediately arranged a marriage, ordering us to come and fetch her." Recalling Leila's unusual behavior during their passionate encounter last night, Kadar suddenly understood. "No wonder...no wonder...her reaction last night was because of this." "His right hand clenched and unclenched with his emotions, clearly showing his inner turmoil. 'Master, is something the matter?' Seeing Kadar's unfriendly expression, Hideyoshi asked hesitantly. 'No, nothing.' Kadar sighed, his heart pounding, unsettled. Hideyoshi, being a man of exceptional intelligence, could deduce the situation from these subtle clues. 'Master, a mere woman, nothing more. The greater good must prevail!'" "The greater good is paramount, the greater good is paramount," Kadar knew that Leila's marriage to Japan was for the sake of the livelihood of all the people of Poltegar. If the wedding were disrupted, Nobunaga would surely exact a bloody revenge. However, ultimately, this was Leila's own choice. If he were to intervene, would it be merely wishful thinking? Besides, was his feeling for Leila truly love? The greater good is paramount! His own desire had not yet been fulfilled, and he could not allow any unforeseen complications before seeing that person again. With this thought in mind, his expression softened, and his tightly clenched right hand slowly lowered. Seeing this, Hideyoshi also breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on his weapon. If Kadar's decision was... He had no idea what the consequences would be if he went in the other direction. The long, drawn-out band passed by, and then came Leila's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly, a final farewell. Perhaps one day, he would visit his old friend in Japan. Leila, dressed in a traditional Japanese bride, was elegant and beautiful. Seeing Kadar, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak. But upon seeing his farewell wave, her hopeful expression instantly dimmed, followed by a sorrowful smile, and she never looked back. Kadar's heart trembled violently, yet tears welled in his eyes. That smile, so beautiful, carried a hint of parting. This was no good omen. Had he made a mistake?Kadar savored the sensations within Leila's flesh again and again, his intense thrusts accompanied by the sounds of slapping against each other. Leila's white back undulated like waves, her long hair swaying incessantly. Due to the extremely violent thrusting, his massive penis was covered in a pale pink, foamy fluid. At the peak of the piston-like motion, Leila beneath him suddenly covered her face and sobbed, bursting into tears. Kadar stopped, his fingers gently tracing her smooth, bare back, and asked softly, "What's wrong, little girl? Are you feeling unwell?" Leila wiped away her tears, tossed her hair aside, and smiled again, saying, "It's nothing, Leila is just... just too happy..." Kadar knew that this woman with whom he had formed a bond had something on her mind, but now was not the time for heart-to-heart talks. "Leila, I'm almost there!" Kadar began his final thrust, and Leila seemed ready. "Oh... oh oh oh!" An indescribable, sweet, numbing sensation spread between her legs. Kadar pushed Leila's waist forcefully, thrusting in one last time, then releasing all his desire in one breath. Within the spasming, narrow walls of her flesh, his glans began to swell and convulse violently. In an instant, a magnificent ejaculation occurred, the intermittent spray of semen boiling within Leila's secret cave. "Ah... Ahhh!" Leila slumped weakly onto the bed. After the passion subsided, Kadar covered them both with the quilt, his left hand gently caressing Leila's naked body, savoring the afterglow. Leila hesitated, turning for a long time before finally murmuring, "Teacher, you can say something to me..." "Leila, I love you." Sensing the unspoken feelings of the girl in his arms, Kadar gently expressed his affection. As if struck by a great shock, Leila was stunned for a long time, then burst into tears of joy. "Silly girl! You're crying over this." Kadar kissed her trembling eyelashes, wiping away her tears. "Thank you, teacher." "Leila loves you." Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers and grass in the courtyard was delicate and elegant. As the morning light climbed through the third windowpane, Kadar awoke. The faint scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, a subtle fragrance that stimulated his nose. Recalling the passion of the previous night, Kadar couldn't help but smile. "A single bed for two people is a bit cramped." Leila had left before dawn. Kadar felt her get up and dress, and before leaving, she gave him a deep kiss, a kiss filled with endless affection and love. It seemed he would have to stay in this old house for his little lover. As he pondered this, he faintly heard the sounds of gongs and drums outside the stone wall, the suona horns growing louder as they approached—a festive band. "Who's having such a grand celebration?" Kadar was in high spirits. He strolled outside, looking at the solemn and magnificent procession, feeling the long-lost joy. "Kadar, my mentor. Hello." Upon seeing Kadar, a knight from the procession rode up – none other than Toyotomi Hideyoshi. "Oh! So it's your country's wedding procession." Political marriages between lord and vassal states are commonplace; such a grand display is hardly surprising. "It's the wedding ceremony of Lord Oda of our country. We are ordered to bring the bride back to Japan." "I wonder whose daughter she is, so fortunate." This was Kadar's insincere remark. Even a tenth of the rumors about Oda Nobunaga being true was unbearable; this bride was truly cursed. Kadar sighed three times for her. "You know her, too. She's Miss Leila, whom I met the other day." "What?" Even with his exceptional composure, Kadar was still taken aback upon hearing this, his expression subtly changing, his right hand, hidden behind his back, its nails digging deeply into his palm. Hideyoshi, oblivious to Kadar's expression, continued gleefully, "Last month, the merchant corps from Yada City came to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Leila accompanied the corps, and Lord Nobunaga was captivated by her beauty, thus arranging a marriage and ordering us to come and fetch her." Recalling Leila's erratic behavior last night, Kadar suddenly understood, "No wonder...no wonder...her reaction last night was because of this." His right hand clenched and unclenched with his fluctuating emotions, clearly showing his inner turmoil. "Master, is something the matter?" Hideyoshi asked hesitantly, noticing Kadar's displeasure. "No, nothing." Kadar sighed, his heart adrift, unable to find peace. Hideyoshi, a man of exceptional intelligence, had deduced the general situation from these subtle clues. "Master, she's just a woman, nothing more. The greater good must prevail!" The greater good, the greater good, Kadar knew that Leila's marriage to Japan was for the sake of the livelihood of all the people of Poltegar. If the wedding were disrupted, Nobunaga would surely exact a bloody revenge. But ultimately, it was Leila's own choice. If he intervened, would it be wishful thinking? Besides, was his feeling for Leila truly love? The greater good must prevail! His own desire remained unfulfilled; before seeing that person again, he couldn't allow any unforeseen complications. With this thought, his expression softened, and his tightly clenched right hand slowly lowered. Hideyoshi, seeing this, also breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on his weapon. If Kadar's decision was... He had no idea what the consequences would be if he went in the other direction. The long, drawn-out band passed by, and then came Leila's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly, a final farewell. Perhaps one day, he would visit his old friend in Japan. Leila, dressed in a traditional Japanese bride, was elegant and beautiful. Seeing Kadar, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak. But upon seeing his farewell wave, her hopeful expression instantly dimmed, followed by a sorrowful smile, and she never looked back. Kadar's heart trembled violently, yet tears welled in his eyes. That smile, so beautiful, carried a hint of parting. This was no good omen. Had he made a mistake?Kadar savored the sensations within Leila's flesh again and again, his intense thrusts accompanied by the sounds of slapping against each other. Leila's white back undulated like waves, her long hair swaying incessantly. Due to the extremely violent thrusting, his massive penis was covered in a pale pink, foamy fluid. At the peak of the piston-like motion, Leila beneath him suddenly covered her face and sobbed, bursting into tears. Kadar stopped, his fingers gently tracing her smooth, bare back, and asked softly, "What's wrong, little girl? Are you feeling unwell?" Leila wiped away her tears, tossed her hair aside, and smiled again, saying, "It's nothing, Leila is just... just too happy..." Kadar knew that this woman with whom he had formed a bond had something on her mind, but now was not the time for heart-to-heart talks. "Leila, I'm almost there!" Kadar began his final thrust, and Leila seemed ready. "Oh... oh oh oh!" An indescribable, sweet, numbing sensation spread between her legs. Kadar pushed Leila's waist forcefully, thrusting in one last time, then releasing all his desire in one breath. Within the spasming, narrow walls of her flesh, his glans began to swell and convulse violently. In an instant, a magnificent ejaculation occurred, the intermittent spray of semen boiling within Leila's secret cave. "Ah... Ahhh!" Leila slumped weakly onto the bed. After the passion subsided, Kadar covered them both with the quilt, his left hand gently caressing Leila's naked body, savoring the afterglow. Leila hesitated, turning for a long time before finally murmuring, "Teacher, you can say something to me..." "Leila, I love you." Sensing the unspoken feelings of the girl in his arms, Kadar gently expressed his affection. As if struck by a great shock, Leila was stunned for a long time, then burst into tears of joy. "Silly girl! You're crying over this." Kadar kissed her trembling eyelashes, wiping away her tears. "Thank you, teacher." "Leila loves you." Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers and grass in the courtyard was delicate and elegant. As the morning light climbed through the third windowpane, Kadar awoke. The faint scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, a subtle fragrance that stimulated his nose. Recalling the passion of the previous night, Kadar couldn't help but smile. "A single bed for two people is a bit cramped." Leila had left before dawn. Kadar felt her get up and dress, and before leaving, she gave him a deep kiss, a kiss filled with endless affection and love. It seemed he would have to stay in this old house for his little lover. As he pondered this, he faintly heard the sounds of gongs and drums outside the stone wall, the suona horns growing louder as they approached—a festive band. "Who's having such a grand celebration?" Kadar was in high spirits. He strolled outside, looking at the solemn and magnificent procession, feeling the long-lost joy. "Kadar, my mentor. Hello." Upon seeing Kadar, a knight from the procession rode up – none other than Toyotomi Hideyoshi. "Oh! So it's your country's wedding procession." Political marriages between lord and vassal states are commonplace; such a grand display is hardly surprising. "It's the wedding ceremony of Lord Oda of our country. We are ordered to bring the bride back to Japan." "I wonder whose daughter she is, so fortunate." This was Kadar's insincere remark. Even a tenth of the rumors about Oda Nobunaga being true was unbearable; this bride was truly cursed. Kadar sighed three times for her. "You know her, too. She's Miss Leila, whom I met the other day." "What?" Even with his exceptional composure, Kadar was still taken aback upon hearing this, his expression subtly changing, his right hand, hidden behind his back, its nails digging deeply into his palm. Hideyoshi, oblivious to Kadar's expression, continued gleefully, "Last month, the merchant corps from Yada City came to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Leila accompanied the corps, and Lord Nobunaga was captivated by her beauty, thus arranging a marriage and ordering us to come and fetch her." Recalling Leila's erratic behavior last night, Kadar suddenly understood, "No wonder...no wonder...her reaction last night was because of this." His right hand clenched and unclenched with his fluctuating emotions, clearly showing his inner turmoil. "Master, is something the matter?" Hideyoshi asked hesitantly, noticing Kadar's displeasure. "No, nothing." Kadar sighed, his heart adrift, unable to find peace. Hideyoshi, a man of exceptional intelligence, had deduced the general situation from these subtle clues. "Master, she's just a woman, nothing more. The greater good must prevail!" The greater good, the greater good, Kadar knew that Leila's marriage to Japan was for the sake of the livelihood of all the people of Poltegar. If the wedding were disrupted, Nobunaga would surely exact a bloody revenge. But ultimately, it was Leila's own choice. If he intervened, would it be wishful thinking? Besides, was his feeling for Leila truly love? The greater good must prevail! His own desire remained unfulfilled; before seeing that person again, he couldn't allow any unforeseen complications. With this thought, his expression softened, and his tightly clenched right hand slowly lowered. Hideyoshi, seeing this, also breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on his weapon. If Kadar's decision was... He had no idea what the consequences would be if he went in the other direction. The long, drawn-out band passed by, and then came Leila's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly, a final farewell. Perhaps one day, he would visit his old friend in Japan. Leila, dressed in a traditional Japanese bride, was elegant and beautiful. Seeing Kadar, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak. But upon seeing his farewell wave, her hopeful expression instantly dimmed, followed by a sorrowful smile, and she never looked back. Kadar's heart trembled violently, yet tears welled in his eyes. That smile, so beautiful, carried a hint of parting. This was no good omen. Had he made a mistake?“Leila, I love you.” Sensing the unspoken feelings of the girl in his arms, Kadar gently expressed his affection. As if struck by a great shock, Leila stood there stunned for a moment, then burst into tears of joy. “Silly girl! Crying over this.” Kadar kissed her trembling eyelashes, wiping away her tears. “Thank you, teacher. Leila loves you.” Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers and grass in the courtyard was delicate and elegant. As the morning light climbed through the third windowpane, Kadar awoke. The faint scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, a subtle fragrance that stimulated his nose. Remembering the passion of the previous night, Kadar couldn't help but smile. “A single bed for two people is a bit cramped.” "Leila left before dawn. Kadar felt her get up and dress, and before she left, she gave him a deep kiss, a kiss filled with endless affection and love. It seems he'll have to stay in this old house for his little lover." As he pondered this, he faintly heard the sounds of gongs and drums, and the distant, approaching notes of suona horns, from outside the stone wall—a festive band. "What kind of wedding is this, so extravagant?" Kadar was in high spirits. He strolled outside, looking at the solemn and magnificent procession, feeling the long-lost joy. "Master Kadar. Greetings." Seeing Kadar, a knight rode up from the procession—none other than Toyotomi Hideyoshi. "Oh! So it's your country's wedding procession." Political marriages between lord and vassal states were commonplace; such a grand display was not surprising. "It is the wedding ceremony of Lord Oda of our country. We have been ordered to bring the bride back to Japan." "I wonder whose daughter she is, so fortunate." This was a lie told by Kadar. Even if only a tenth of the rumors about Oda Nobunaga were true, it was already unbearable. This bride was truly the unluckiest woman imaginable. Kadar sighed three times for her. "You know her, she's Miss Leila, whom I met the other day." "What?" Even with Kadar's composure, he couldn't contain himself upon hearing this. His expression changed slightly, and his right hand, hidden behind his back, dug its nails deep into his palm. Hideyoshi, oblivious to Kadar's expression, continued gleefully, "Last month, the merchant corps from Ada City came to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Leila accompanied them. Lord Nobunaga was captivated by her beauty and immediately arranged a marriage, ordering us to come and fetch her." Recalling Leila's unusual behavior during their passionate encounter last night, Kadar suddenly understood. "No wonder...no wonder...her reaction last night was because of this." "His right hand clenched and unclenched with his emotions, clearly showing his inner turmoil. 'Master, is something the matter?' Seeing Kadar's unfriendly expression, Hideyoshi asked hesitantly. 'No, nothing.' Kadar sighed, his heart pounding, unsettled. Hideyoshi, being a man of exceptional intelligence, could deduce the situation from these subtle clues. 'Master, a mere woman, nothing more. The greater good must prevail!'" "The greater good is paramount, the greater good is paramount," Kadar knew that Leila's marriage to Japan was for the sake of the livelihood of all the people of Poltegar. If the wedding were disrupted, Nobunaga would surely exact a bloody revenge. However, ultimately, this was Leila's own choice. If he were to intervene, would it be merely wishful thinking? Besides, was his feeling for Leila truly love? The greater good is paramount! His own desire had not yet been fulfilled, and he could not allow any unforeseen complications before seeing that person again. With this thought in mind, his expression softened, and his tightly clenched right hand slowly lowered. Seeing this, Hideyoshi also breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on his weapon. If Kadar's decision was... He had no idea what the consequences would be if he went in the other direction. The long, drawn-out band passed by, and then came Leila's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly, a final farewell. Perhaps one day, he would visit his old friend in Japan. Leila, dressed in a traditional Japanese bride, was elegant and beautiful. Seeing Kadar, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak. But upon seeing his farewell wave, her hopeful expression instantly dimmed, followed by a sorrowful smile, and she never looked back. Kadar's heart trembled violently, yet tears welled in his eyes. That smile, so beautiful, carried a hint of parting. This was no good omen. Had he made a mistake?“Leila, I love you.” Sensing the unspoken feelings of the girl in his arms, Kadar gently expressed his affection. As if struck by a great shock, Leila stood there stunned for a moment, then burst into tears of joy. “Silly girl! Crying over this.” Kadar kissed her trembling eyelashes, wiping away her tears. “Thank you, teacher. Leila loves you.” Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers and grass in the courtyard was delicate and elegant. As the morning light climbed through the third windowpane, Kadar awoke. The faint scent of her hair lingered on his pillow, a subtle fragrance that stimulated his nose. Remembering the passion of the previous night, Kadar couldn't help but smile. “A single bed for two people is a bit cramped.” "Leila left before dawn. Kadar felt her get up and dress, and before she left, she gave him a deep kiss, a kiss filled with endless affection and love. It seems he'll have to stay in this old house for his little lover." As he pondered this, he faintly heard the sounds of gongs and drums, and the distant, approaching notes of suona horns, from outside the stone wall—a festive band. "What kind of wedding is this, so extravagant?" Kadar was in high spirits. He strolled outside, looking at the solemn and magnificent procession, feeling the long-lost joy. "Master Kadar. Greetings." Seeing Kadar, a knight rode up from the procession—none other than Toyotomi Hideyoshi. "Oh! So it's your country's wedding procession." Political marriages between lord and vassal states were commonplace; such a grand display was not surprising. "It is the wedding ceremony of Lord Oda of our country. We have been ordered to bring the bride back to Japan." "I wonder whose daughter she is, so fortunate." This was a lie told by Kadar. Even if only a tenth of the rumors about Oda Nobunaga were true, it was already unbearable. This bride was truly the unluckiest woman imaginable. Kadar sighed three times for her. "You know her, she's Miss Leila, whom I met the other day." "What?" Even with Kadar's composure, he couldn't contain himself upon hearing this. His expression changed slightly, and his right hand, hidden behind his back, dug its nails deep into his palm. Hideyoshi, oblivious to Kadar's expression, continued gleefully, "Last month, the merchant corps from Ada City came to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Leila accompanied them. Lord Nobunaga was captivated by her beauty and immediately arranged a marriage, ordering us to come and fetch her." Recalling Leila's unusual behavior during their passionate encounter last night, Kadar suddenly understood. "No wonder...no wonder...her reaction last night was because of this." "His right hand clenched and unclenched with his emotions, clearly showing his inner turmoil. 'Master, is something the matter?' Seeing Kadar's unfriendly expression, Hideyoshi asked hesitantly. 'No, nothing.' Kadar sighed, his heart pounding, unsettled. Hideyoshi, being a man of exceptional intelligence, could deduce the situation from these subtle clues. 'Master, a mere woman, nothing more. The greater good must prevail!'" "The greater good is paramount, the greater good is paramount," Kadar knew that Leila's marriage to Japan was for the sake of the livelihood of all the people of Poltegar. If the wedding were disrupted, Nobunaga would surely exact a bloody revenge. However, ultimately, this was Leila's own choice. If he were to intervene, would it be merely wishful thinking? Besides, was his feeling for Leila truly love? The greater good is paramount! His own desire had not yet been fulfilled, and he could not allow any unforeseen complications before seeing that person again. With this thought in mind, his expression softened, and his tightly clenched right hand slowly lowered. Seeing this, Hideyoshi also breathed a sigh of relief, releasing his grip on his weapon. If Kadar's decision was... He had no idea what the consequences would be if he went in the other direction. The long, drawn-out band passed by, and then came Leila's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly, a final farewell. Perhaps one day, he would visit his old friend in Japan. Leila, dressed in a traditional Japanese bride, was elegant and beautiful. Seeing Kadar, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak. But upon seeing his farewell wave, her hopeful expression instantly dimmed, followed by a sorrowful smile, and she never looked back. Kadar's heart trembled violently, yet tears welled in his eyes. That smile, so beautiful, carried a hint of parting. This was no good omen. Had he made a mistake?
January of the 551st year of the Black Luman calendar, Kyoto, Japan
Lanterns and red candles hung high in the festive atmosphere of the traditional Japanese bridal chamber. Leila, dressed in simple Japanese clothing, looked elegant, yet a lonely expression graced her face as she sat alone, spending her wedding night. As the night wore on, the door was roughly pushed open, and a man, exuding immense authority, strode into the room. It was none other than Oda Nobunaga, the ruler of Japan. Following Japanese etiquette, Leila gracefully bowed to welcome her husband. "Such a beautiful face… It was worth sending someone from afar to bring you here…" Nobunaga cupped Leila's delicate face in his hands, scrutinizing her closely. "Take off your clothes." Without any respect, Nobunaga issued a simple command. Knowing she had little say, Leila endured the humiliation and slowly removed her clothes. The sound of the fabric falling to the ground rang out, and when her last garment fell from her shoulders, her beautiful body was revealed. She had expected Nobunaga to immediately embrace her after she undressed, but nothing happened. Nobunaga crossed his arms, staring at her naked body. "Lie down, spread your legs." Another cold command. Leila was on the verge of collapse, her voice trembling, "This is too much... This is unreasonable..." "Don't talk like that. There's no affection between us, nor is it necessary. I married you because your body aroused my interest, and you married me only to protect Poltegar." Nobunaga said coldly, "You don't need to be rational. If you object, I'll immediately order a three-month blockade of the sea routes and see what happens." Hearing such cruel words, Leila had no choice but to accept her fate. Biting her lip, she straightened her back, walked to the bed, lay down, and spread her legs. Even if her body was being ravaged, she absolutely could not lose her proud spirit. "You're still obedient. Now, you are a slave, and you should actively ask your master." "Master... fuck..." Leila desperately held back her tears, speaking softly. "Louder." "Please, Master, fuck me." Unable to hold back her tears, she burst into tears. A cold, massive male body pressed down on her, offering no foreplay whatsoever, thrusting his penis directly into her dry, secret place. The tearing pain made Leila cry out. Showing no mercy, Nobunaga began his thrusting, a storm of pumping that made Leila writhe in agony. "Ugh... you filthy bitch... *slap*" Halfway through his thrusts, Nobunaga glanced down at his lower body but didn't see the expected blood. He slapped Leila across the face, her pale cheek instantly swelling. "Knowing I was going to marry you, you dared to give your virginity to someone else." He slapped her again, nearly knocking her unconscious. "Who is that adulterer?" Leila glared at Nobunaga, then suddenly spat a mixture of blood and drool, along with her fallen teeth, onto his face, snarling, "You can humiliate me, but you can't defile him." "Even if I were to massacre Poltegar, would it be the same?" Leila didn't answer; the unwavering determination in her eyes said it all. "Good, interesting. I like it this way." Nobunaga laughed, pulling out abruptly and flipping Leila over, her round buttocks raised high. "He took your virginity, now I'm taking another." Those words echoed in her ears, and then… the head of his penis pressed against her anus. "Ah… no!" The head of his penis began to penetrate, and Leila's body stiffened. "I told you not to use so much force." Nobunaga slapped her peach-like buttocks. "If you don't relax, it will hurt!" "The penis plunged in hard, and Leila struggled to breathe. Her anus burned, and she clenched her teeth, trying to push, but quickly exhaled. 'Ah…' Pulling the penis out, Leila felt as if her internal organs were being pulled out as well. 'Hmm…' It thrust in again, this time feeling like her stomach was completely filled. The intense pressure made Leila groan. Nobunaga began to thrust rhythmically. 'Amazing, even anus can be used for sex like this.' Nobunaga didn't back down, forcefully penetrating while widening the tightly contracting vaginal walls. The copper-colored, erect penis was deeply inserted into her anus, opening it several times wider, even the wrinkles disappeared. 'Ah, ah, ah!'" "As if to drag out his internal organs, he thrust violently in a piston-like motion. Leila's anus contracted intensely like an insectivorous plant, gripping the penis tightly. Nobunaga growled repeatedly, his fingernails tearing at Leila's body, quickly covering her snow-white skin with bloodstains and bruises. "Bitch..." His left hand suddenly squeezed and crushed Leila's wrist joints. "Ah, uhhhh..." Leila's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, unable to utter a complete sentence, only moaning. "Ahhh... I'm going to cum..." He thrust into her anus with extreme force, a sweet numbness spreading between her legs, her urethra enveloped in an imminent pleasure. He withdrew his penis, then inserted it into her anus, thrusting for a while before ejaculating powerfully, shooting every last drop into her uterus. Inside her trembling vagina, boiling white lava filled Leila's groan, unable to move. "Don't think this is the end of it. The real punishment is just beginning," Nobunaga gasped. Leila, half-conscious, suddenly felt a strange force, starting with numbness in her fingertips, passing her elbow, and heading straight for her lower abdomen. Then came a bone-scraping pain, as if it were corroding her flesh and blood, sending all her essence to her belly. "A woman like you is perfect for bearing my child." A piercing scream echoed in the Kyoto night sky, lingering for a long time. In February of the 551st year of the Black Luman calendar, the free city of Jess was still a bustling market, a common feature of all free cities. In a restaurant somewhere in the city center: "Hey! Do you know about that thing in Japan?" "You mean the matter of Nobunaga's bride?" Inside the restaurant, merchants chattered amongst themselves, exchanging information from various places. "I heard that on their wedding night, the bride was stripped naked and hung outside for passersby to admire. Was she too ugly, so she was thrown out?" "Nonsense! That bride was Captain Leila of Polutgar. I've seen her; she's a real beauty!" "That female leopard! I've seen her; she was indeed fucking beautiful. What a pity." "What happened after that?" "She was hung on the city wall for three days, then sent to the palace. I don't know what happened after that." "I know that. My brother-in-law, who's in the royal guard, told me about it," said a Japanese merchant. "Oh! How?" "Nobunaga said that a lewd woman doesn't deserve to live in his house. He tied that woman up in the square and let passersby have their way with her. My brother-in-law said that woman was really horny; every man who slept with her was completely exhausted, as if he had suffered a serious illness." A man in a black robe sitting by the window, upon hearing this, shattered his wine glass into fine powder. "Did you really make a mistake? Kadar, do you still deserve to be called a wise man? You can't even see this..." Kadar knew that his decision that day had been a grave error. "Because you keep repeating the same mistakes!" That familiar voice—Kadar had dreamt of it countless times. He turned abruptly, and a lovely young girl stood silently behind him. The girl was charming and adorable, her large, bright eyes sparkling with a mischievous light, her exquisitely shaped oval face making her all the more endearing. Her slender body seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, hazy and indistinct, making her impossible to see clearly. This was almost impossible; with Kadar's current cultivation level, there were definitely no more than five people in the world who could enter within three zhang of him undetected. But Kadar wasn't surprised. "I've finally seen you again!" "No, Kadar," the girl shook her head with a smile. “You’re still the same as before, only seeing yourself.” The girl’s face held a stubborn and willful air, strangely resembling Kadar’s nonchalance. “Two thousand years have passed. For these two thousand years, you’ve constantly repented for the past, endlessly tried to find true love, wanted to learn how to love someone. But when true love appeared before you, what did you do?” Hearing this, Kadar was struck dumb, as if struck by lightning. “You’ve always been chasing after what you’ve lost, and you don’t cherish what you have. So you’ll never get what you truly want.” The girl tilted her head, a hint of sadness in her voice, and slowly said, “What are we to you? Kadar, you’re such a cold-blooded, heartless wretch.” “Elsis! I…” “Even so, I still love you deeply. Isn’t that strange, brother?” The girl lowered her body and kissed Kadar’s lips. Kadar reached out to embrace her, but his arms met empty air. The girl smiled, slowly retreating until her figure faded away. Kadar cried out, as if waking from a dream. He looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen; only a faint, lingering fragrance remained on his lips. "It wasn't a dream... Elsis, is this what you wanted to tell me? Even in death, you came to correct me..." His thousand-year-old wish, half fulfilled, overwhelmed with emotion, Kadar was too excited to utter a single word. "Let's go! Let's do what we must do." With a flick of his black robe, Kadar appeared thirty meters in the air and then flew eastward.
In February of the 551st year of the Black Luman calendar, the Japanese and Chinese
armies were engaged in fierce combat. Although the war was brutal, it was nearing its end. The Oda clan's army had gained an absolute advantage, and victory was inevitable. All of this was thanks to the man on the mountaintop. On the mountaintop, Hashiba Hideyoshi gave final instructions to his subordinates. "Have Taisuke lead men to attack from the rear. This way, we can achieve complete victory. The rest is up to you!" Several samurai received the order and departed. "This battle is almost over. It's time to advance to the next stronghold." Hideyoshi was satisfied with his current achievements; the day of his triumphant return was not far off. Suddenly, a large number of enemy soldiers poured out from the dense forest on both sides—a pre-arranged ambush. "Kinoshita Tokichiro, prepare to die!" "Give me your life!" Hideyoshi's personal guards fought bravely, but outnumbered, they suffered heavy casualties in an instant and were unable to fight any longer. "Go to hell and atone for the people you killed!" The enemy hacked down wildly. "Ah! My life is over!" His mind raced, but he couldn't think of any way out. Hideyoshi could only close his eyes and await death. "Ah...!" In the nick of time, a long-range, divinely shot arrow of light shot down the assassin on the spot. "What is that?" The words had barely left his lips when, from the opposite mountaintop, a barrage of arrows of light shot in, so fast that it was impossible to see them all at once. When Hideyoshi realized something was wrong and opened his eyes, he was surrounded by the corpses of the assassins and Kadar, dressed in black robes. "Mentor Kadar, I will remember your life-saving grace. In the future..." As if he hadn't heard Hideyoshi's words, Kadar's expression was indifferent, his cold gaze making Hideyoshi's heart tremble. He was no fool. Seeing Kadar's expression, he knew the other party's intentions and where he was going. "Master, regarding Miss Leila's matter, I don't know why it has come to this. I can only say: I am very sorry." Kadar's cold, piercing gaze made Hideyoshi feel guilty, and he dared not look up. After a long while, Kadar sighed, "Never mind, the fault lies with me, not you. You don't need to feel guilty." Hearing the unspoken meaning in Kadar's words, Hideyoshi was even more startled, knowing something was wrong. He quickly said, "Master, I still say, the bigger picture is important!" The bigger picture is important, the bigger picture is important, why is the bigger picture still important? But at this moment, what use is the bigger picture to him? Kadar suddenly asked, "Hideyoshi, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Hideyoshi, caught off guard, froze, frantically searching his memory for the legends he had heard, and stammered, "Master... your talent is astounding... your concern for humanity..." Kadar waved his hand, interrupting Hideyoshi, and looked up at the sky, laughing desolately, "In the eyes of the world, the Great Sage Kadar is an unparalleled hero. I fight for humanity, for the weak, for the lonely and helpless, for justice and righteousness in the world. But, until today, I've discovered..." "I have never truly fought for myself." A fierce flame ignited in Kadar's eyes, his every move exuding confidence and arrogance. In Hideyoshi's eyes, Kadar at this moment was dazzlingly frightening. "General Hideyoshi, in this conflict, each side serves its own lord. Kadar's visit is merely to give you a heads-up. From now on, we shall go our separate ways and have no further dealings." With that, he didn't linger, chanting an incantation, transforming into a shooting star and disappearing into the sky. Hideyoshi, seeing this, secretly groaned, knowing that his lord had now provoked an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. He immediately sent a message to Kyoto, while he himself gathered his equipment and rushed back as quickly as possible.
In February of the 551st year of the Black Luman calendar, near Kyoto, Japan
, an army, its ranks impressive and its long column stretching along the mountain paths, was a sight to behold. A general, clad in his commander's armor, sat on his horse, his arms clasped together and then released, clearly troubled and unable to make a decision. After much deliberation, he raised his head, his face showing unwavering determination. "Go! Go to the very edge of hell! Anyway, I have no way back." Based on various assessments, he had already made this decision. He shouted, "Change course! The enemy is at Honnoji Temple.
February, 551st year of the Black Luman calendar, Kyoto, Japan, Honnoji Temple!"
Honno-ji Temple, a grand temple in Kyoto, was where Oda Nobunaga had suddenly arrived with his followers seven days prior and remained until now. Inside the main hall, the original Buddha statues were abandoned to one side. Nobunaga sat in a chair, coldly watching the scene unfold before him. No lights were lit, and in the darkness, the sounds of men and women panting could be heard. "So...so tight...I can't hold back..." A long, drawn-out scream followed, then silence. "A month ago, she was still an innocent little girl, but now she's already wriggling her hips to please. It seems ten strong men a day aren't enough for you." Nobunaga clapped his hands twice, a signal to summon someone. "Enjoy yourself! Anyway, there should still be some time before that person arrives! Hahahaha..." A strange laugh echoed in the main hall; only he understood its meaning. Another man pressed himself against her body, and as he penetrated her deeply, she wept, calling out the name of her beloved. “Teacher… Teacher…” At the temple gate, several guards were talking amongst themselves. “What is our lord planning to do at Honno-ji Temple this time?” “Who knows? Surely he hasn’t suddenly seen through the world and wants to enter the monastic life?” “If he wants to enter the monastic life, then why bring that woman along?” “You don’t understand. I’ve heard that some high monks can practice joyful meditation.” “That’s great! I want one too!” “You, look at you, you pig! Wait until your next life!” The three gatekeepers, bored with their work, avoided their superior’s gaze and joked around. Suddenly, they realized they had a job. A man dressed in a black robe appeared before the temple gate, his expression cold and aloof, like a block of ice. “Hey! Kid, if you want to do magic tricks, go somewhere else. This isn’t a place for you.” “Why are you saying so much! Kid, what’s with that face? Trying to look cool?” “Wearing a black robe in this heat? Are you a pervert?” The man’s cold face showed no smile, he simply uttered two words. "Open the door." The two guards burst into laughter. "Has this kid lost his mind! He tells us to open the door, and we just open it? That would be so humiliating." "Exactly! Even though we're just extras with very few scenes, we're still extras with our dignity." "What's worse, we only have nine lines, so readers must remember us." "Open the door, or die." The man spoke again, his voice not like a human's, but more like the eternal snow of the Tianshan Mountains. "Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are! Even Ye Xiaochai wasn't this arrogant when he stormed the Demon Realm." "For the sake of all the supporting characters' self-respect, we'd rather die than open the gate." "That's right, let the heroic figures of our minions A, B, and C remain forever in the hearts of the readers of 'The Tale of Wind and Beauty'." "Then die!" Hearing these words, he almost went mad. Before he could regain his senses, he raised his left palm, and demonic light condensed, flashing with seven colors. Then... "Demon Bow Flash Arrow!" A blinding light instantly filled the sky and earth, causing the ground to shake. When the light disappeared, the magnificent temple gate, along with the archway behind it and the walls on both sides, vanished in the light. Kadar walked into Honnoji Temple, stepping on the path created by the arrow's destruction. "Oh!" He was shocked to see that thousands of troops were already prepared for battle in the square of Honnoji Temple. Judging from the situation, there were probably several thousand people! "Kadar, you're not getting away today!" A burly man, arrogant and boastful, laughed triumphantly. It was his old friend, Shibata Katsuie. Kadar wasn't surprised. He had fought countless battles and was no match for such a small scene. "Kadar doesn't want to commit further bloodshed or implicate orphans and widows. Those who value life, please leave." As expected, no one listened to him. The entire army roared and surged forward like a tidal wave. Thousands of soldiers came for him alone. "Come on, children." He smiled, but only smiled. Kadar moved with the agility of a fish, weaving through the hail of spears and swords. Though swords, spears, axes, and halberds clashed, not a single blade could touch his clothes. He used a secret incantation to freeze the soldiers blocking his path, and with unparalleled speed, he moved to the center of the square in the blink of an eye. "You bunch of good-for-nothings, get out of my way!" With a loud shout, Shibata Katsuie galloped forward on horseback. Before he even arrived, his spear was already there, striking directly at Katsuie. Knowing Katsuie's swift changes of tactics, Kadar lightly dodged to a distance with a flick of his left foot. With a swift reach, he snatched a spear from a nearby soldier and hurled it at Katsuie. Katsuie casually deflected the spear, cursing, "Childish tricks, Kadar, is this all you've got?" As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of spears rained down upon him. Even with Katsuie's quick reflexes and sharp eyes, he was overwhelmed and caught off guard. "Kdar, you despicable scoundrel, using such tactics! Where are you? Show yourself!" After the barrage of spears, Kadar had already used the opportunity to disappear, infuriating Katsuie. "I'm here." Katsuie looked up at the sound of the voice, a dazzling, multicolored light blinding him. A dark figure, like a swallow in flight, gracefully landed on his horse. "Foolish thing, you don't even know I showed mercy last time." The voice was so close to his ear that Sheng Jia was terrified. Before he could turn around to face his enemy, a cold hand was already pressed against his back. "Exploding Hell." The energy followed the voice, and Sheng Jia felt a powerful force pour into his body, instantly expanding, severing his tendons, and almost bursting out of his body. Sheng Jia knew that if he didn't react immediately, he would be instantly shattered to pieces. He barely managed to take a breath, channeling his energy throughout his body, his bones cracking. With a roar, he unleashed his unparalleled potential at the critical moment of life and death, forcing out the strange energy within his body. The powerful recoil instantly turned his steed into a bloody mess, and within a radius of three zhang, everything—people, objects, and equipment—was thrown into the air like kites with broken strings. Sheng Jia coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, where he was rescued by soldiers and carried back to the inner palace. Using the recoil, Kadar retreated, hovering lightly in mid-air. He activated a protective shield, deflecting all the stray arrows. He didn't want to kill, so he had only used twenty percent of his strength; otherwise, Katsuie would have been reduced to a pulp. Even so, Shibata Katsuie's upper body bones were shattered, and even if he could be healed, he would only have thirty percent of his strength left for the rest of his life. "Whoosh!" Kadar activated his Soul-Locking Technique, trying to pinpoint Leila's location, when he saw a cone-shaped metal object, trailing a long plume of white smoke, hurtling towards him. Kadar was utterly shocked. He knew exactly what this was; since the Kyushu War, he had never imagined he would see such a weapon again in his lifetime. His black robe billowed, creating layers of shadows. Kadar spun rapidly and descended quickly. "Boom!" The metal object exploded, transforming into a fireball in mid-air. Flames soared, and the powerful impact slammed Kadar to the ground. The explosion was far more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Some soldiers on the ground were caught in the blast, their flesh and blood torn apart, leaving no trace of their bodies. "Haha... You thought Kadar was some kind of god-like figure? In front of me, he's nothing but a rolling gourd." As the words ended, a massive figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. The newcomer was burly and imposing, none other than Oda Nobunaga himself. "Oda Nobunaga!" Kadar had reacted quickly to the explosion, strengthening his protective aura and escaping unharmed. "Kadar, you've come from afar. I'll present you with a Chaos Fire Crossbow, as a token of my hospitality!" "It really is a Chaos Fire Crossbow!" Kadar's heart trembled. The Chaos Fire Crossbow was a divine weapon passed down from ancient times, possessing immense destructive power. During the Great War of Kyushu, countless enemies and allies perished under its blade. After the war, to prevent further harm to the people, all related records were destroyed. For a thousand years, it had been lost to the world. He never imagined it would reappear here today. "How could this be... Could it be that person...""No! It couldn't be him." Kadar immediately dismissed his own thoughts. Although all the data had been destroyed that day, perhaps a few crossbows had been left behind, which Nobunaga had obtained by chance. That must be it. In today's world, it was impossible for anyone to manufacture crossbows anymore. With a formidable enemy at hand, there was no time for distraction. Kadar steadied himself and said in a deep voice, "Hand over the man. Kadar doesn't want to take any more lives." Nobunaga laughed loudly, "Kadar, you're thousands of years old, yet you speak so ridiculously. Today you broke in, injured my general, and killed my soldiers. If I let you escape unscathed, how will I maintain my foothold in Japan?" Hearing this, Kadar knew that things were unlikely to end well. Without replying, he used the spell "Black Bird Storm Flight," dodging the swords and spears on either side, and like a large bird, he pounced on Nobunaga. He was the commander-in-chief of the entire army; if he captured him, the rest would be no threat. Seeing the enemy's fierce approach, Nobunaga neither dodged nor evaded, and said in a deep voice, "Good." He drew his longsword (Japanese katana) from his waist and with a simple, powerful strike, slashed at Kadar. Kadar, already in mid-air, had calculated his next move dozens of steps ahead. No matter where Nobunaga dodged, he would be met with a fierce attack. But this seemingly simple, unadorned sword strike blocked all his paths, and subtly emitted a powerful energy that restrained his movements—clearly, innate true energy. Kadar was greatly surprised, thinking to himself, "This demon's reputation is indeed well-deserved; his martial arts have actually reached the realm of returning to simplicity and innate mastery." "Without time to think, he swayed, his figure flashing like a ghost, using his right foot to brace himself against Nobunaga's sword, and gracefully retreated. Nobunaga had used his innate true energy and his unique sword technique in this strike, confident that no one could escape unscathed. However, Kadar, just before the sword's power reached its peak, withdrew instantly, leaving without the slightest hindrance—something he had never done since mastering his art. But Kadar, renowned for millennia, hadn't expected an easy victory. If this strike had truly killed him, it would be Nobunaga who would be surprised. After a single, swift exchange, both stood still, resuming their battle." Assessing the opponent's strength. Kadar suddenly felt a chill on his feet. His right shoe had a long, gaping tear in the sole – the result of Nobunaga's sword. This also shocked Kadar. His clothes, which had been his companions for many years, though not rare treasures, were enchanted. A mere touch had cleaved them in two, and the sword's power was latent, striking only after it had been drawn. It was a first-rate divine weapon. Upon closer inspection, Nobunaga's longsword was 1.5 inches and 3 inches long, with an ancient design and strange engravings. A faint radiance shimmered on the blade, and a chilling aura emanated from it. Kadar said in a deep voice, "Kikuichimonji Munechika." Nobunaga laughed, saying, "Indeed, this is Kikuichimonji. Kadar is indeed a discerning man. Today, I will take your life with Kikuichimonji, and I bet you will die smiling." "On the Continent of Wind, knights wield two types of swords: pure energy lightsabers and solid swords. Each has its advantages. Generally speaking, wielders of lightsabers must possess considerable skill, so they are often first-rate martial artists. However, true masters use solid swords, because during the forging process, the essence of the swordsmith is imbued within, creating an invincible weapon—something lightsabers can never achieve. Ordinary martial artists only need to consider their own skill level. But..." Upon reaching the pinnacle of skill, the quality of one's weapon often becomes crucial in battles against other masters of the same level. If one obtains a divine weapon, the weapon's spiritual energy can unleash power exceeding one's own strength—this is why countless people have pursued divine weapons throughout history. Nobunaga's "Kikuichimonji Munenori" is one of the most powerful divine weapons in Japanese history; the combination of the two creates an immeasurable force. However, this still couldn't defeat Kadar. Kadar slowly said, "Having a weapon doesn't necessarily give you the upper hand." "That's true. Compared to the grade of the sword, the synchronization rate between the wielder and the weapon is even more important. Although Kikuichimonji is powerful, its synchronization rate with Nobunaga is still unknown. There might be an opportunity to exploit this." With a quick thought, he devised his next attack strategy. Kadar stood still and began spinning rapidly like a top, his speed increasing rapidly. The strong winds whipping around him tossed soldiers within five zhang (approximately 10 meters) into the distance. Just as everyone was stunned, the black shadow split into eight, flying around Nobunaga at a speed invisible to the naked eye, like a ghost. Nobunaga laughed wildly, "A mere illusion, daring to embarrass yourself like this!" Listening closely, although all around was the howling of the wind, a particular sound could be heard that was especially heavy. "Here it is." "Kikuichimonji slashed out, accurately cleaving the dark figure in two. Upon closer inspection, it was just a tattered cloth. Nobunaga was stunned. At the same time, all the phantoms vanished, and a voice sounded from behind. "Why do you think that one of the eight clones must be real?" Nobunaga was shocked. Kikuichimonji slashed back at the back with lightning speed and at the smallest angle. "Too late." Kadar unleashed his magic with his left hand, unleashing the power of Explosive Hell once more. Unexpectedly, the released magic did not cause any real damage, disappearing without a trace into Nobunaga's body as if it had vanished into thin air. Kadar felt something was wrong with his tentacles and knew something was amiss. Kikuichimonji was already aimed at his chest. Without thinking, he hurriedly transformed into a phantom and retreated. "Hiss!" A long gash appeared on Kadar's robe from his chest to his abdomen. If he hadn't withdrawn in time, he would have been disemboweled on the spot. "What are you wearing?" "Khadar demanded. Nobunaga didn't answer, secretly relieved. If it weren't for the "Bondias Armor" he was wearing, he would already be severely injured and unable to fight. The Bondias Armor was the masterpiece of the renowned demon craftsman, Long Beethoven, created in recent years. It could form its own protective barrier, completely negating all magical attacks, making it a nemesis of mages. Most mages, because they cultivate magic, offset their innate energy, resulting in a relative decline in their physical strength. Both their speed and stamina were inferior to ordinary people. Although they could practice martial arts, they could not reach any high level. The same was true for knights. This is why mages and knights..." The reason for the necessity of division of labor and cooperation. Throughout human history, only a very few geniuses have been able to overcome physiological limitations and simultaneously master two disciplines; Lu You, the Moon Sage, is a prime example. Of course, some martial arts combine magical power with internal energy to achieve terrifying destructive effects, but such hybrid techniques are not purely physical forces and cannot break through barriers specifically designed to counter magical power. In other words, Kadar, as a sorcerer, has exhausted his options. Nobunaga is quite confident in this. Kadar's brow furrowed deeply, clearly having grasped the crux of the matter, and he was racking his brains for a solution. "It's my turn to retaliate." Nobunaga brandished the Kikuichimonji, slashing at Kadar. Having suffered greatly from Nobunaga's elusive movements earlier, he was determined not to repeat the mistake and launched a preemptive attack to seal off the enemy's movements. Kadar, not daring to underestimate the power of the Kikuichimonji, knew his protective aura was insufficient and quickly retreated to dodge the attack. Seeing this, the soldiers scattered, and the two clashed in the square. Kadar, relying on his masterful magic, shifted his form repeatedly, sometimes separating, sometimes merging, fighting Nobunaga to a standstill. However, this defensive approach inevitably created openings, and gradually, Nobunaga gained the upper hand. Several times, the Kikuichimonji grazed past Kadar's face, narrowly missing him. "There's no other way," Nobunaga thought, "I have to use that move. I haven't used it for over a thousand years. I hope I remember it." "Being at a disadvantage, Kadar devised a new strategy, attempting to approach Nobunaga and launch another attack, but the Kikuichimonji danced like a sudden downpour, offering no opening. 'Ah...' Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a piercing female scream shattered the atmosphere of the fierce battle, echoing from within the main hall. Upon hearing this, Kadar's mind went blank; he was nearly cut in two. In that critical moment, without thinking, he risked taking a blow from his opponent and managed to get within a step of Nobunaga's side. Nobunaga was overjoyed, 'This old man has lost his mind, actually trying to fight in close combat.'" "With his longsword, he slashed down at Nobunaga's waist, aiming to kill him in one strike. In a flash, Kadar had broken through Nobunaga's sword net. Before the Kikuichimonji could reach him, he raised his five fingers together and lightly placed a palm down on Nobunaga's chest. This was the supreme Buddhist technique of the Land of Silk, the Great Brahma Palm. This was pure physical force; the Bondias Armor shattered into pieces on the spot. Nobunaga felt as if his chest had been struck heavily by a giant iron hammer, leaving a hollow space. Then, a surging force, like an overwhelming tidal wave, blasted through his entire body from the point of the palm strike. 'Wow...!' The first wave of palm force, accompanied by a spray of blood, erupted from behind Nobunaga. Nobunaga stared at Kadar, his eyes filled with astonishment. Although the Kikuichimonji was less than an inch away from Kadar, he was powerless to lift it again. 'You... you are... a magician... how... how can you have such strong... martial arts...'""As he spoke, thick blood gushed from his throat, a horrifying sight. Magic and internal energy are both forms of energy; once you grasp the key, using them interchangeably isn't difficult," Kadar said coldly. Kadar spoke casually, but this was an unprecedented achievement. While both were energy sources, their properties were polar opposites. In the present world, only the master of the Crimson Sakura Shrine could switch between the two with the aid of the rare treasure, the "Sage's Cloud Pact Bracelet." Kadar, alone, could perform this extraordinary technique; while not without successors, he was certainly unprecedented. Upon hearing this, Nobunaga unleashed his second palm strike, roaring like a tiger. His meridians ruptured, blood gushing from every pore, turning him into a blood-soaked ball as he slowly collapsed. The Great Brahma Palm, worthy of being a first-class technique, had completely destroyed his internal organs in a single blow, leaving him beyond saving. Upon seeing their lord's death, the soldiers' morale plummeted. Someone seemed to start it, but with a sudden roar, they abandoned their armor and fled towards the gate. Having defeated the formidable enemy, Kadar didn't even have time to catch his breath before rushing into the inner palace.
In the darkness, nothing was clearly visible, only a vaguely discernible female body could be seen, mourning in the shadows. "Leila! Is that you?" "Teacher... Teacher..." Knowing his beloved was unharmed, Kadar breathed a sigh of relief, hurried forward, silently chanting an incantation to light the surrounding lights. "Ah... Teacher... No... Don't look..." As the light ignited, Leila cried out in anguish. Upon seeing the scene before him, even Kadar, accustomed to grand occasions, froze, speechless. To the left of the hall, piles of desiccated soldiers lay scattered haphazardly, clearly drained of their life force, emaciated and dead. However, all of this paled in comparison to the strange transformation of Leila's body. Leila's limbs were chained to the ground by iron chains as thick as a child's arm. Her ornate kimono was disheveled and open, her legs spread wide, the area around her secret place slick with white semen, remnants of sexual intercourse. Leila lay on the ground, her eyes glazed, her face pale and forlorn. Bright gold rings adorned her nipples and clitoris, which were suspended by thin ropes. Her once full breasts, now brimming with milk due to pregnancy, flowed freely. Her entire body was covered in semen; she looked like a broken toy. Shockingly, Leila's round, swollen belly, though only two months along, had grown larger than that of a woman ten months pregnant. Her lower abdomen undulated with waves of skin, and fetal movements rippled with an eerie frequency. Leila's lower body was a pool of bright red, congealed blood with a foul odor—the blood from the abnormally swollen fetus bursting its way through her internal organs to absorb nutrients. Suddenly, warm liquid flowed between Leila's legs—her water had broken, and the baby was about to be born. Kadar, experienced and knowledgeable, immediately understood what had happened and knew he was too late. “The Demon Seed…” Kadar uttered hatefully. He regretted not having slowly sliced Nobunaga to death earlier. This kind of demonic art, harmful to others and self-serving, was the most insidious of all. The caster would surely die a horrible death, yet, due to the irresistible temptation, people still flocked to try it. Her once shining golden hair was now dull and lifeless, and her once radiant skin had turned withered and yellow, clearly drained of its essence by the child in her womb. Her original pride and heroic spirit had vanished after being ravaged, but she possessed a pitiful and poignant beauty that was even more captivating. “Leila…” “Teacher… don’t look… I want the image of me that remains in your heart… to always be the most beautiful one…” Leila’s face was streaked with tears. She tried to cover her face with her hands, but was bound by iron chains, so she could only turn her head away from Kadar’s gaze, letting her tears fall silently. "In my heart, your image will forever remain frozen in that night, at your most beautiful." Kadar held back his tears, forcing a smile. Seeing the numerous signs on Leila's body, the demonic seed's pregnancy had reached the moment of delivery. The host's life force was exhausted; even a great immortal would be beyond saving. "Even... even if you're lying to me... I... I'm still happy... really happy..." "Leila..." Kadar cupped Leila's face and kissed her passionately. Leila responded to his feelings with all her might. She tasted a bitter saltiness on her lips—tears that had unknowingly flowed down her cheeks! Finally, both of them had cast aside their reservations and were willing to truly love each other, yet tragedy struck, and they were about to lose each other. Why? Why? Why does fate always play tricks on us...? If longing is inevitable, the most unbearable thing is separation; if separation is unavoidable, why must we be forever separated by death...? A passionate and intense kiss etched their final love deep into their hearts. This love, burning with their lives, had no past, no future, only this final moment. "Teacher, Leila is unlucky; she won't be able to see you again! Don't forget me while you're still alive!" As their lips parted, Leila seemed to regain her spirits; her pale cheeks regained their vibrant color, and she murmured softly. Kadar barely suppressed his grief and nodded. He knew this was a final burst of energy before death; their time together had come to an end! So many words he wanted to say, yet so few could be uttered. "Farewell, my love." Leila smiled gently, closed her eyes, and lay peacefully in Kadar's arms, passing away peacefully. "Leila... Leila..." Kadar held her tightly, her body growing cold in his arms, his eyes filled with tears, calling her name repeatedly. His voice gradually turned into sobs; for two thousand years, he hadn't seen his own tears. A low, soft sob drifted through the hall. "Howl..." Kadar roared, his emotions surging, his inner strength causing roof tiles, beams, and rubble to shatter and fall. His howl contained his sorrow, his pain, his regret—all his emotions were contained within it. "Boom..." Before the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed, the entire temple's wooden beams had softened. A moment later, a deafening crash was heard, and the roof of Honno-ji Temple, struck by the shockwave, was completely ripped off. Rubble and rubble littered the ground, pulverized by Kadar's protective aura. "Plop..." Blood splattered, and after a series of convulsions, the fetus burst forth from the abdomen. A blood-stained ball of flesh rolled on the ground, twitching eerily. Kadar was in turmoil, not knowing what to do. With his power, killing this demonic creature would be a simple matter, but this child was Leila's only flesh and blood. Thinking of this, his heart ached, and he lowered his raised hand. "Kill... kill everyone here..." "Kill the enemy..." "Protect our lord, punish the traitors..." Outside the temple, the sounds of battle grew louder, seemingly from afar. It sounded like two armies were attacking each other, and judging from the scale of the sounds, it was a fierce battle between two extremely powerful armies. Kadar sensed something was wrong. He gently laid Leila's body down and stepped out of the hall to see what was happening. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, before he could even see clearly what was in front of him, an astonishing innate sword aura shot through the air. Caught off guard and overwhelmed by grief, Kadar reacted slowly, only managing to turn his head to avoid the attack. Blood splattered, Kadar's left shoulder was severely wounded. "You..." "Didn't expect that?" In the square, a giant stood imposingly, covered in blood and grime, a truly terrifying sight. But even more astonishing was the expression on his face—a relaxed, carefree smile, confident eyes that conveyed a deep, impending storm. If he had been an erupting volcano just moments before, he was now a bottomless abyss, restrained and calm, even more terrifying. It was none other than Oda Nobunaga, who should have been dead. "You should already be dead..." Kadar was somewhat surprised, a vague feeling creeping into his heart that today's events were not simple; an unseen hand was manipulating everything from the shadows. Blood flowed ceaselessly from the wound on his shoulder, thick demonic energy corroding his flesh like hydrochloric acid. Kadar glanced at Nobunaga's hand; the Kikuichimonji sword was translucent red, its blade deformed, shrouded in a hazy, bloody light, like a living, unseen object. "The demon sword Shiranui!" Kadar exclaimed. Shiranui was a legendary demon sword in Japanese history. Legend has it that during the Warring States period, a master swordsmith, returning home joyfully after mining a rare mineral, was horrified to find his entire village ravaged and slaughtered by scattered bandits. Staring blankly at the corpses of his parents, wife, and children, he cursed his own powerlessness, the injustice of heaven, the cruel murderers, and all the living. Overwhelmed by regret, resentment, and grief, he sold his soul, committing a demonic act. After three days and three nights of meticulous work on the corpse, the craftsman filled seven large jars with the blood of the entire village, then used it to forge a sword, sealing endless grief and tears within its blade. Finally, he threw himself, along with his profound resentment, into the furnace. With a deafening roar, the furnace shattered, and the demonic sword Shiranui was born. The appearance of this divine weapon was indeed a curse upon the world. Countless calamities were caused by it afterward; every wielder suffered a tragic fate, dying in madness. Yet, those who sought it continued to flock to it, one after another. In the midst of this bloody struggle, Shiranui vanished from history, said to have been taken to the demon realm. The power of a divine weapon like Shiranui was unimaginable; however, swords can possess spirits, let alone a demonic sword. The backlash of resentment, and its manipulation of people's hearts, are often heard of. Moreover, in actual combat, a sword will continuously absorb its master's life force as energy; therefore, it is almost impossible for a human to use it. "You are not human!" Kadar asked. Nobunaga smiled, gave a gentlemanly bow, made several enigmatic gestures with his left hand, and finally transformed into a soaring flame, slowly saying: "In the name of the Great Demon King Kestella, may the light of my demon race shine upon the world." "Indeed, a demon...""In an instant, Kadar understood everything. From the moment Nobunaga wanted to marry Leila, it was all a carefully laid trap. His relationship with Leila was used to lure him into a trap, then to kill him. He himself had slain countless demons in the Kyushu War; this was nothing surprising. He only felt sorry for Leila, an innocent victim. "Teacher Kadar is indeed formidable. No wonder he once injured over ten thousand of my demon brethren. It was worth it for me to appear in the human world in my true form. Ah, it's so comfortable like this. I haven't had a proper breath of fresh air in eight hundred years." "Nobunaga spoke slowly and deliberately, his refined demeanor a stark contrast to his previous wild and brutal nature. But Kadar knew that Nobunaga was now far more terrifying than before. Having fully recovered his demonic form, Nobunaga revealed his true nature; powerful demonic energy emanated from him, almost tangible, eroding the surrounding earth in waves. The commotion outside the temple grew closer, occasionally punctuated by a dying scream. Soon, hundreds of fire arrows rained down like a storm, igniting anything they touched. In the blink of an eye, Honno-ji Temple was engulfed in flames. "That brat Akechi Mitsuhide, at least he has some guts, daring to rebel against me," Nobunaga said leisurely. Both he and Kadar were protected by protective auras, preventing the falling arrows from penetrating even within a three-zhang radius. "I greatly admire you, Master Kadar. If possible, I would love to learn from you, but unfortunately, I must kill you first!" "No need to pretend to be a hero. If you were truly righteous, why resort to underhanded tactics and such despicable means?" Nobunaga didn't answer, but raised his hand, urgently channeling his true power, and Shiranui pointed at Kadar. Sensing the attack, Shiranui began to absorb its master's essence, gradually turning crimson, its soaring demonic energy locking onto its opponent, and whispered, "Please!" The wound on his shoulder felt like it was being burned, and the blood began to evaporate. Shiranui was indeed worthy of its reputation. Kadar used all his strength, but still couldn't expel the demonic energy that had entered his body. It seemed he needed to find a place to heal, but there was no time for that now. He had no choice but to finish the battle quickly. All along, to avoid the Heavenly Punishment, Kadar had deliberately suppressed his power to less than 50%. Just now, after a long and fierce battle with Nobunaga, he had only used 20% of his power. Now, in order to defeat his powerful enemy quickly, he let out a long roar, raising his full power to 40%. "Demon Bow Flash Arrow!" "Kadar launched the first attack, his magic arrows multiplying from a single point to a barrage, raining down on Nobunaga. Both their power and speed were significantly different from before. However, for Nobunaga, who had regained his true power, this posed no threat. 'Using only third-rate spells like the Magic Bow and Flash Arrows, does my mentor underestimate me?' Shiranui deflected all the arrows at an uncanny angle. 'The Emperor's Sword Technique.' Kadar was startled again. This Emperor's Sword Technique was the secret art of the Kolas Dynasty in the Demon Realm, passed down only to royalty. It was incredibly powerful; legend had it that only the third emperor of the Demon Realm, Zhu Di, the originator of the Emperor's Sword Technique, could unleash its full potential. Judging from Nobunaga's stance, he had only mastered half of its power, yet he was already difficult to deal with. Shiranui, combined with the Emperor's Sword Technique..." The power was astonishing; even a protective shield capable of deflecting countless blades was cleaved in two upon contact. Kadar dared not be careless any longer, focusing all his attention on the attack. Ultimately, while Nobunaga was formidable, the Star Sage, renowned for millennia, was no ordinary opponent; in terms of individual skill, Kadar far surpassed Nobunaga. Faced with the demonic sword's terrifying power, Kadar avoided a direct confrontation, retreating repeatedly, employing unorthodox footwork to shift between front and back, calmly maneuvering amidst Shiranui's fierce attacks. As Kadar retreated, he channeled his spiritual energy, filling the air with Taiyi Five Silks to hinder the enemy's movements. By the time Nobunaga felt his body become heavy and his movements sluggish, it was too late. "Eh!" Nobunaga sensed something amiss and channeled his inner energy into Shiranui, unleashing a blazing inferno to melt away the five delicate silk threads. Kadar pounced like a ghost, appearing before him in the blink of an eye, unleashing the Great Brahma Palm once more. This time, with experience, he exerted his full power, splitting his palm strike into three, hitting his head, chest, and abdomen—three vital points. Nobunaga roared in fury, spitting blood, blasted into the air by the force of the attack. His internal energy surged uncontrollably, clearly about to explode. Enduring the excruciating pain, Nobunaga used a demonic life-saving technique to release his pent-up energy. "Bang!" With all his might, he finally forced the energy out, but the remaining true energy burst forth in his right arm, his right hand exploding into blood and dust at the shoulder. Shiranui flew far away, disappearing without a trace. "Rumble...!" "Although he survived, he had exhausted eighty percent of his true energy, rendering him powerless. He fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground. This was only because Kadar's power was only forty percent; if the force had been another ten percent, Nobunaga wouldn't have had a chance to struggle and would have died instantly. The sounds of battle erupted at the temple gate. The defending side finally collapsed completely, and the rebellious army stormed in. Seeing Nobunaga covered in blood, the soldiers were overjoyed and rushed forward, eager to dismember their former master and claim their new glory. 'If a hawk is to die, it should die under the talons of a great eagle, not be trampled to death by ants.'" "Though wounded and exhausted, and missing an arm, Nobunaga, standing tall and imposing, possessed an awe-inspiring presence that deterred any rash actions. Kadar, observing this, secretly admired him. The surrounding soldiers, terrified, dared not move an inch, but remembering the enormous bounty, their greed overshadowed their awe. They roared to embolden themselves and slashed wildly. 'Demon Emperor's Starburst!'" "Nobunaga roared, unleashing his full power. In an instant, an extremely intense light source appeared before everyone's eyes, like a newly born supernova, scorching everyone's retinas. Then, an incomparably powerful shockwave, accompanied by a sweeping gale, enough to melt the heavens and earth, spread outwards instantly. The surrounding soldiers melted into nothingness in a fraction of a second. Within a ten-mile radius, people, things, and objects were first torn to pieces by the gale, then forced into a semi-liquid state by the blazing flames. The entire world was like a hellish hell, filled with wails of agony. Because they couldn't distinguish friend from foe, the most pitiful were the original guards of Nobunaga Temple. Some of them were still fighting bravely against the enemy when suddenly..." Then, hearing a shrill shriek from behind, they were instantly reduced to a pile of minced meat. The entire event lasted no more than two minutes. As the power of the starburst gradually subsided and the atmosphere returned to calm, the ravaged land was revealed. Within ten miles, there was not a trace of life; not a single person, insect, or blade of grass remained. It was as silent as a dead zone, a barren expanse. Green mountains were reduced to scorched earth, and in the very center, the surface of the ground had even turned into black glass—a strange phenomenon formed when the soil melted under intense heat and then instantly cooled and solidified. Ten miles away, the remaining soldiers who had fallen behind due to their slower pace but had thus narrowly escaped the calamity were terrified by this cataclysmic spectacle. They screamed and fled in all directions. "This guy is incredibly skilled; he's even mastered the three ultimate techniques of the Demon Dragon Emperor Fist." "Thinking of the divine power of this move, Kadar, surrounded by a protective light shield and floating in mid-air, couldn't help but feel a chill. However, although this move was powerful, Kadar was not afraid. The Demon Emperor's Starburst, as its name suggests, was a powerful move that could be used against many opponents over a wide area. However, because of its vast range, its individual concentrated power was greatly inferior. In other words, if the power that covered ten miles were concentrated on a small area, Kadar might not be able to withstand it. "The Demon Dragon Emperor Fist is not passed down to anyone but the Great Demon God King. He used it desperately, and the backlash from the fist should have shattered him to pieces." Seeing the billowing smoke and lingering steam on the ground, Kadar secretly admired his opponent's indomitable will. Suddenly, a burst of energy shot towards Kadar from the smoke. The attacked party didn't seem to care at all, casually brushing it aside, a look of appreciation appearing in his eyes. As the smoke cleared, Nobunaga's burly figure stood resolutely on the spot. Although he was a demon, the injuries he had sustained should have already led him to his death. Why... "Was it an anesthetic..." Kadar guessed most of it, and at the same time, he once again understood the enemy's determination to complete the mission to the death. He guessed correctly. In order to hold out against Kadar until the end, Nobunaga had been consuming trace amounts of the Flower of Life and Death to enhance his physical functions for several years, and it had indeed had an amazing effect in today's battle. "Although you are a demon, I must show you respect, but," Kadar said solemnly, "you cannot kill me. I am curious why the demons would send you as an assassin. In my memory, your lord never fights a battle he is not confident of winning." "No need for you to worry, I still have my last weapon." Nobunaga looked up at the sky, watching the sky behind Kadar. The moon was almost setting in the west; it was about time. "Kadar! Take my final blow." "Nobunaga shouted, pressing a button. A Chaos Fire Crossbow, long prepared, burst from the ground and shot towards Kadar. Kadar neither dodged nor evaded, but flicked his left hand, releasing a magic arrow. The two objects collided and exploded in mid-air. Dust seemed to be hidden within the crossbow, scattering throughout the air with the explosion. Kadar confirmed the dust was non-toxic and ignored it, for he had more pressing matters to attend to. This time, Kadar examined it closely; this Chaos Fire Crossbow was newly made, not a relic from a thousand years ago. "How is this possible... How could anyone in this world still be able to manufacture a fire crossbow? Could it be... Could it really be him..."Thoughts surged within Kadar, filled with doubt and uncertainty, forgetting the enemy on the ground. As he pondered, dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight piercing through layers of clouds, illuminating the earth and creating a spectacle of sun and moon reflecting each other with the still-blooming crescent moon. Then, something even more astonishing happened: from the moment the sunlight touched him, all his magical power seemed to vanish without a trace. With his magic gone, he could no longer remain in the air and with a "whoosh," he plummeted from mid-air. Upon closer inspection, the mysterious dust from the crossbows now reflected the light of the sun and moon, forming a large protective shield that enveloped an area of about a mile in radius, creating a massive barrier. "Kadar," Kadar said, "this Heavenly Net Demon Vault, built with countless efforts and resources of my people, was specially created for you. You should feel honored." Nobunaga unleashed a series of palm strikes, aiming to kill Kadar while his magic was exhausted. Kadar, caught off guard and in mid-air, remained calm. He mustered his strength and leaped upwards, dodging Nobunaga's attack. During their earlier fight, he had converted 30% of his magical power into internal energy, allowing him to react even in this unforeseen turn of events and avoid being completely at Nobunaga's mercy. Nobunaga, suppressing his injuries, seized this golden opportunity, launching a furious attack. His palms unleashed sword energy, while his hands struck directly at Kadar, pushing his martial arts to their limits. Kadar, on the other hand, appeared riddled with weaknesses. Although he could wield supreme martial arts with magical power, he was ultimately still... As a mage, his innate reflexes and movements couldn't compare to a true warrior. Once he lost his magic, he was immediately at a disadvantage. After barely dodging a few blows, he was finally struck by Nobunaga. Kadar staggered back three steps, his chest and abdomen churning with blood and qi. Nobunaga struck again with a palm, which Kadar met with a palm strike. With a loud thud, blood spurted from Kadar's left shoulder. He then remembered that his left shoulder injury hadn't healed. Now, without magic to heal, and further aggravated by the force of the palm strike, the wound burst open. Kadar tried to pull his palm away, only to be shocked to find that the opponent's palm force had transformed from exhalation to absorption. The extremely flexible internal energy stuck to his palm, preventing him from escaping. Even more astonishingly, Nobunaga was using some secret technique to absorb Kadar's internal energy. "I'm really senile. Knowing he's a member of the demonic path, how could I not have thought he could absorb other people's power? And I was still foolish enough to meet him head-on." Kadar cursed himself inwardly. He had no time to think now; he had to break the barrier immediately and restore his magic power. Otherwise, with the enemy outnumbering him, he would soon become a dried-up corpse. The barrier's design was peculiar, its flowing light completely different from anything he had ever learned. Everything he could think of seemed contradictory. In a daze, a dialogue flashed through his mind… “The three lights are the sun, moon, and stars; the three powers are heaven, earth, and man.” “Brother, do you intend to use these to create a formation?” “Indeed, second and third brothers. This method is unprecedented in the ancients. If we can arrange it accordingly, we will surely achieve the effect of striking the enemy unexpectedly.” “But these six elements are mutually generating and mutually restraining. How can we harmonize them seamlessly? It's not easy!” “Hmm! Second brother is right. There are indeed many things to ponder.” "The Three Powers..." Thinking of this, his mind cleared. "The Three Lights are the sun, the moon, and the stars. This formation is precisely the Three Lights Barrier." Kadar suddenly understood. The sun, moon, and stars rarely appear simultaneously; therefore, something else must replace starlight. Nobunaga's "Demon Emperor Starburst" technique, seemingly reckless, actually contained a hidden mechanism: using human light to attract celestial light, then merging it with the radiance of the sun and moon, preserving it with special materials to form the Three Lights Barrier. Once the barrier's structure was understood, the method to break it immediately emerged. With just two forces attacking from within and without, the barrier could be broken in the blink of an eye. Although finding external forces was difficult, they couldn't trap Kadar. With his cultivation, he could easily use the power of the surrounding gods to break the spell, but... "Breaking a barrier of this scale is not something that two or three gods can accomplish. To rely on divine power on such a large scale, expending immense energy, is absolutely unimaginable. If I use more than half my energy, wouldn't divine punishment descend upon me immediately..." This idea shocked Kadar. Throughout this struggle, he had always been at ease, confident in his ability to escape even in perilous situations. But from this moment on, a fear of death gripped his heart. The mastermind's ingenious scheme had unknowingly drawn him into a trap. Those who had cultivated to Kadar's level were beyond the reach of ordinary human calamities; the only thing that could threaten their lives was the heavens. The mastermind's mind was ruthless and meticulous: first, using Leila to lure Kadar into a trap; then, using Nobunaga to make Kadar careless; and finally, secretly laying the deadly trap to unleash the Heavenly Punishment.

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