twojebook Chapter 768 - 521: Emergency Mission, the Secret of the Homeland
Chapter 768 - 521: Emergency Mission, the Secret of the Homeland
"Moreover... Siamese Will?"
She showed a subtle smile, "Do you really think they care about the lives of mere mortals like you do, being a bleeding heart?"
"Fashun, I respect you as a {true intent, spotless} {Arhat}, but how many people like you are left here?"
The monk was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.
"I have already reinforced the seal using the Divine Object and requested aid from Great Xia."
He looked at the woman in the sky and said coldly, "Even if I don’t intervene, breaking it would take non-Six-Star sustained bombing for some time. Moreover, I won’t let you unfold a domain casually."
At the mention of "Great Xia," Mara Kiblan’s smile visibly froze, with noticeable fear in her eyes, but quickly she regained her composure.
"I don’t quite believe it."
"This isn’t within any national border; why would Great Xia respond to your request for help? Are you really that influential?"
As for the seal...
She cast a deep look at the golden array with unfocused eyes — she could feel the immense power behind the seal, exactly as the annoying monk said, likely invested with a Divine Object.
But she soon returned to her fearless manner, speaking coldly, "Do you truly think you’re the only Six-Star here? Besides, how long can your seal last? Half a month? Ten days?"
"Moreover..."
Suddenly, she looked towards the other side of the horizon, seeing some figures appearing there, seemingly eager to follow the traces of the Secret Realm’s descent.
— These were the Spirit Masters from Great Yue, first to sense the Secret Realm’s arrival and rush here with their Contracted Spirit Beasts.
One can imagine.
As time passes, more and more people would chase the Secret Realm and come here.
Her smile grew more unscrupulous, "You’re not just stopping me, but also those mortals, low-tier Spirit Masters eager to change their fate."
"The Shaking Stage of Tier Six Secret Realm won’t last long; perhaps this is their only chance in a lifetime, even if there’s Demonic Qi... Do you truly believe stopping them is righteous and meant to protect Great Yue?"
"They won’t thank you as a Siamese; they’ll only blame you... How amusing."
Fashun remained silent, continually maintaining the seal.
"Ha ha... no rush."
She too wasn’t impatient, her laughter was a chilling overlap of countless voices: "Though this seal is powerful, it surely consumes greatly."
"Soon others will come..."
"Let’s see... how you stop me."
Fashun still did not react, but the clear and gentle eyes of the Jade Tooth Treasure Elephant King beneath him now showed anger, the ivory shining brightly, seemingly ready to attack.
However, Mara Kiblan didn’t give it a chance; her figure transformed into a dark wind again, disappearing with the wails of countless souls.
Watching her leave, Fashun on the back of the white elephant bowed his head, continued chanting scripture, maintaining the diamond-like Mystical Technique.
He stood steadfast like a true Arhat.
— Endless afflictions vowing to sever.
— Boundless sentient beings vowing to ferry across.
...
March 20th.
An afternoon on a weekend.
Sunlight streamed through the valley’s mist, scattering sparkling golden light on the clear lake surface.
A rare lazy and relaxing atmosphere filled the villa’s living room by the lake.
Lisa was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet, holding the plump black-green Dragon Bubble, whose nine fluffy tails appeared translucent and fluffy under the light, seemingly carried the scent of the sun, as the two figures, one big and one small, were head to head, staring at the tablet in front of them.
The screen was showing a well-produced children’s animation.
Lisa’s voice was childish yet gentle, patiently teaching the student in her arms, "Bubble, look at this word, it reads ’one’..."
The black-green Dragon Bubble wagged its chubby tail, with cute dark red dead fish eyes, letting out an ambiguous "gawoo" in Lisa’s arms, seemingly uninterested.
— Watching such things, better left upstairs to paint alone.
Not far away, Lin Guang sat on the sofa looking at his phone, while Vishdair pressed closely against him, her ample body haphazardly nestled in the soft sofa.
She wore loose and casual home wear, only covered below by a thin black triangle, with camel-like foot-toe contours distinct, her long snowy legs lying without care across Lin Guang’s lap, with rounded toes painted in crimson nail polish moving inexplicably.
From Lin Guang’s perspective, a hint of silvery hair peeked from above the black triangle.
Idly scrolling through short videos, she carelessly tossed the cut fruits from the table into her mouth, now and then generously feeding one to Lin Guang.
Zumama wore similar simple tank top and shorts like Vishdair, lying face-down on the yoga mat in front of the living room’s French window, bathed in golden sunlight, with snake-like, large brown tail shining in sunlight, occasionally casting indigo hues intertwined with Spiritual Element and Steel Element Ether.
Chelina, in black and white maid outfit, leisurely worked in the kitchen, her fluffy gray-black wolf tail swaying gently, brewing a pot of fragrant spirit tea, adjusting temperature and taste based on preferences, delivering exquisite tea and cut fruits to the coffee table, allowing everyone to enjoy.