So handso, and strong too,
If he were my boyfriend, even Momoka would wish well, right?
What?
He’s not from Dongying?
Co on!
I just love people from Jiuzhou, okay?
As soone who loves Jiuzhou poetry and is obsessed with the history of the Three Kingdoms, San Miyairi really wants a Jiuzhou boyfriend.
Lin Baici no longer paid attention to San Miyairi.
After pushing open the big door, inside was a spacious courtyard with so rock formations and lots of pines and cypresses planted.
These pines and cypresses were lush and dripping, but their shapes were peculiar, creating an aura of tranquil emptiness typical of mountain temples.
Plus, the fallen leaves scattered on the stone slabs gave the place a look—definitely a temple with thousands of years of history.
"This way!"
San Miyairi waved to Lin Baici.
Without a guide, even people from Dayao coming here would definitely get lost; fortunately, Lin Baici had San Miyairi as an insider.
"If you keep going forward, you’ll bump into a great Buddha, that thing is pitch black and will randomly choose from your heart, liver, spleen, lung, or kidney, and demand one."
San Miyairi explained: "Going further is the Hundred Demons Wall, a raw battle of strength rules pollution."
"Even if you survive, you’d lose half your life!"
"Is it safe this way?"
Lin Baici followed San Miyairi through the intricately decorated corridors, twisting and turning.
"Momoka brought here a few tis and told about all the taboo things’ pollution effects!"
San Miyairi explained: "As long as no new ones are added, it’s fine!"
Suzuka Momoka was a Dayao Witch and a candidate for the next monk ruler, and most importantly, it was said that the Dragon Princess liked her, hence Suzuka Momoka had always lived in the Dragon Palace.
After fifteen years, she was familiar with every blade of grass and tree here down to her bones.
San Miyairi and Momoka were close friends, often brought along for fun; to avoid accidents, Momoka had explained all the rules pollution and how to purify them to her.
"That Momoka treats you well?"
Lin Baici hesitated.
"Extrely well!"
Seeing Lin Baici’s expression, San Miyairi asked: "Are you wondering why I’m taking such a risk to storm the Dragon Palace, what I want to do?"
"You don’t have to say!"
Lin Baici smiled, he wasn’t in a rush, guessing the truth would reveal itself soon.
"I want to see Momoka, and if possible, rescue her!"
San Miyairi put away her frivolous expression, looking solemn.
The last ti she saw Suzuka Momoka was a year ago, which was too abnormal, she even suspected if Momoka was dead!
If she were dead, San Miyairi would destroy the whole Dragon Palace Island, burying Dayao’s people with her.
Don’t be fooled by San Miyairi being Princess Yukihi of Dayao, she had no affection for Dayao, because the one who led her into the God Hunter world was Suzuka Momoka.
[Uh-oh, your top-notch Japanese cuisine likes that girl!]
[Wouldn’t this spoil the flavor?]
Eater God suddenly comnted.
"What’s this about liking?"
Lin Baici, taken aback, suddenly realized, damn, San Miyairi liked that Momoka?
[It’s probably a mix of gratitude, admiration, and so fascination!]
Indeed!
Dragon Palace Island, akin to Jiuzhou’s Forbidden City, yet San Miyairi was barging in for Suzuka Momoka.
She was risking her very life.
Lin Baici and San Miyairi walked out of the corridor, passed through a side hall, arriving at a rear courtyard paved with green stone slabs.
This should be the back mountain of the Dragon Palace, because looking to the distance, one could see mountains encircling, green trees turning into a sea.
"The air here seems a bit warm?"
Lin Baici worried another rule pollution might break out.
"Ahead is the hot spring, warm air is normal!"
San Miyairi explained.
Not far from Lin Baici was a bamboo wall as thick as a wrist, with two white curtains hanging in the middle, above which were drawn patterns of steaming circles.
Lin Baici followed San Miyairi through wall after wall of bamboo, white vapor started appearing in front of them, carrying a slightly pungent sulfur scent.
"There’s a volcano here, apparently entering an active phase!"
San Miyairi’s voice lowered.
Lin Baici overheard mumbling about it almost bursting, killing off those mongrels.
All the buildings here were made of bamboo and adorned with so paintings, very picturesque, though unfortunately Lin Baici wasn’t here for tourism or soaking in hot springs.
Sure, here is the translation:
"In front, there’s a small path leading up the mountain, into the Dragon Palace’s rear shrine!"
San Miyairi lifted the last curtain and then froze.
Because there was soone in front.
This place was surrounded by tall bamboo walls, roughly the size of two basketball courts, with smooth, polished blue stone floors that beca sowhat slippery from the moisture.
Lin Baici surveyed the area.
This was a small hilltop, transford and crafted with a total of five hot spring pools, two large and three small, interlinked and scattered on the ground.
At this mont, young won were soaking in the pools, while beside them, a few sat on stools, filling wooden basins from the taps, and pouring the full basins over themselves.
Whoa! Whoa!
Hot spring water splashed on the ground.
In the air, there was the scent of shampoo.
Sweet!
"Are these won born from pollution? Or are they God Hunters of Dayao?"
Lin Baici furrowed his brow.
These won were in the hot springs but hadn’t taken off their clothes; they were all wearing red and white witch costus.
However, the hems of these costus were too short, while the sleeveless tops were too transparent, showing large expanses of skin.
Now, because they were soaking wet, their witch costus stuck to their bodies, revealing their curves.
"It’s rule pollution!"
San Miyairi frowned; this was sothing she hadn’t seen: "Can you use your Divine Grace again?"
Due to the cover of Mantra Buddha Resound, San Miyairi didn’t notice Lin Baici had used ’Passionate Idol’; she thought the monks were influenced by the chanting.
Without San Miyairi’s reminder, Lin Baici had already begun chanting.
The witches were giggling and frolicking in the water, neither attacking Lin Baici, nor were they affected by the scriptures.
"Seems like we can just pass through?"
Lin Baici didn’t notice any abnormality on himself.
San Miyairi hesitated slightly, then took the lead: "Let’s go!"
Both kept their eyes peeled, watching the witches, while Lin Baici tightly gripped the sword hilt, ready to draw his sword and attack at any mont.
As Lin Baici and San Miyairi approached, a few witches ca over with trays.
Those were serving trays, filled with fine alcohol, fragrant sashimi, and so delicate dishes.
"My Lord, please enjoy!"
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Several witches knelt directly before Lin Baici.
"Thank you, but I’m not hungry!"
Although Lin Baici couldn’t understand them, he could guess they were inviting him to eat.
He decisively refused, bypassing them.
The witches imdiately looked tearful, exuding a pitiful beauty.
Lin Baici was unmoved.
"Looks like this level is the ’seductive allure’ test in the wine pool and at forest, Lord Lin, you are remarkable!"
San Miyairi praised.
Honestly, listening to the witches’ playful noises, she, even as a woman, felt compelled to join them in the hot springs for so water gas.
"No nonsense, move faster!"
Lin Baici urged.
[Don’t worry, we’ll pass this easily; their weapon is their body, and this cannot harm you.]
Seeing they couldn’t keep Lin Baici, the witches in the pool imdiately got out, rushing towards him to encircle him.
They continued inviting, reaching out to grab Lin Baici’s clothes and arms, trying to pull him into the hot spring pools.
San Miyairi wasn’t left out either, with a few witches pulling her.
Just as she considered asking Lin Baici whether to fight, she saw him swiftly draw the Bronze Sword, and slash at the witch pulling him.
Clap!
A fair arm fell to the ground.
As bright red blood spurted from the witch’s severed arm, Lin Baici flipped his sword again, striking her neck.
Slash!
Her head, like a ripe pumpkin, fell down, rolling a few tis after hitting the floor.
"Why are you standing there?"
Lin Baici swung his sword and hacked.
Aah!
The witches didn’t resist, fleeing in panic.
The scene seed as if King Zhou went mad, slaying palace maids in the wine pool and at forest for fun.
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