Chapter 1007: 607. Light of Justice_3
A pursuit began.
The young Sword Master, no matter how strong, was still young in the end. Her past glories led her to misunderstand her own Strength. Thus, even though she fought with all her might to protect her wife and daughter, the seemingly endless and unimaginably strong enemies managed to wear her down to death.
The Swordsman died of exhaustion, and the courtesan sacrificed herself for love; it should have been a tragic love story ending there.
However, just as those Assassins were about to leave, the cry of an infant broke the silence.
From the belly of the pregnant but deceased courtesan, a Ghost Infant erged, its initial cry infused with terrifying Magic Power that chilled the Assassins to the bone.
The cries of the most talented young Witches in legend are said to manifest as innate Magic, but such talents are seen but once in a thousand years. Yet now, this ominous Ghost Infant born from a corpse seed to be just such an existence.
The Assassins brought back the Ghost Infant to the person behind the scenes, who was delighted at the sight, for the child possessed even greater vine woman potential than her mother, being the best vine woman material.
Thus, the Ghost Infant was sent back to the Flower Street, to eventually take the place of her biological mother as the Oiran, and similarly, to take on her biological mother’s duty as the birth mother of soone deed worthy.
The Oiran, the head of a hundred courtesans, appeared glamorous on the surface but was rely a greenhouse flower planted in the nursery of those in the clouds, waiting to be picked at the peak of its bloom.
And sixteen years later, the ti to pick flowers had co. Disguised, the revered individual ca to the Yoshiwara Flower District, ready to admire and enjoy the beauty and fragrance of the once-lost flower.
On her way here, she had already caught a glimpse of the bright young girl in the grand Oiran Parade. The young Oiran was indeed extraordinarily beautiful.
Not only did she possess allure surpassing her biological mother, but there was also a heroic and graceful aura in her brow reminiscent of that once-famous young Sword Master—a beauty among beauties, a paragon among paragons.
She felt she had hit the jackpot.
Such was the prideful thought in the heart of the esteed guest.
And when the Oiran’s entourage arrived before her, according to custom, the newcors had to wear armor and hold swords for the ceremony.
Thus, the young Oiran held a sword for the first ti in her life.
And on that night, blood shrouded the Flower Street, with the red lanterns and red silk hanging under the Yang House becoming even more vivid.
On that night, all the patrons on Flower Street witnessed a massive blood-red ghost figure rampaging with laughter.
And on that night, all the famous swords across Japan rang out in unison, seemingly celebrating the birth of a child of the Sword Dao.
Ibuki Yuuki, sixteen years old, an Oiran; for the first ti, drew her sword and slew one hundred thirty-six enemies, birthing a Sword Soul and achieving the Peak Sword Saint status.
Not many on Japan know what truly happened that night, only that soone delivered an imperial decree to the Central Keep, thus quelling the Fiendish Courtesan on Flower Street, and the Flower Street changed owners.
However, upon rembering this, Ibuki Yuuki would look up with a complicated expression at the figure of that venomous woman in the audience’s pri seat.
Yae Miko….
Upon seeing this hateful figure, the Fiendish Courtesan rembered the pain when her face was rcilessly trampled underfoot in the past.
That night, her Sword Heart was first ford.
And likewise, on that sa night, her Sword Heart was shattered.
From then on, she understood personal bravery had its limits; no matter how strong she was, she couldn’t overthrow the decaying Japan.
…..
And now, looking at the dazzling and radiant opponent in front of her, Ibuki Yuuki saw in their face the rebelliousness of her youth. Yet, she said nothing.
She rely silently retrieved the Wolf Fang Club in her hand.
The vigor and courage of youth are always enviable, but how many can maintain such treasures forever?
The real Sword God?
Thinking of this realm, long sought after by all Swordsn, the Fiendish Courtesan shook her head.
The Ghost Clan produced many Samurai, yet she was not rely a Martial Artist.
She was a vengeful Evil Ghost, tasked only with dragging everything into Hell.
Yes, even if it ant perishing together, as long as Japan fell.
Since the opponent had chosen not to fight anymore, Ibuki Yuuki also prepared to return and continue her role as Oiran.
However, just then, sothing flew towards her from the opposite side.
The Fiendish Courtesan reached out and caught the flying object, then looked down, widening her eyes abruptly.
It was a silver-white Dragon dal, with the word “Judgnt” shining brightly on it.
“I’m just here for a vacation, I won’t interfere with other matters. You can use this thing; seek out your justice and vengeance. Just rember to return it after my vacation.”
Dorothy waved her hand, saying this.
…The Hobody Witch gracefully exits…
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