Chapter 603: Light of Justice

"Damn, is this really the kind of commotion that can be caused by 50,000 Total Mana?"

"Hiss, who exactly is that outsider? How can she be so terrifying?"

"As expected of Lord Yae's guest; they are all big shots."

"Sugoi, hontou ni sugoi..."

"Hiss, Lord Ibuki's strength has grown again over these years. This..."

"With this level of strength, can we really handle it?"

The two Sword Gods on the stage were still locked in a struggle, their sword intent colliding and sword Qi flowing. But off-stage, the crowd who had originally come to attend the Oiran's banquet had begun to whisper after their shock.

The reason everyone dared to attend this Oiran's welcoming banquet, besides coveting the wealth and information of the Pleasure District or the beauty of the woman, was more due to their confidence in the forces behind them.

They all knew that Miss Ibuki was a wild horse, extremely difficult to tame, and that a mistake could lead to a backlash. But everyone was a person of status, and each was bursting with confidence, always thinking, "Others might fail, but I definitely can."

But now, looking at the Oiran below, who was waving a giant mace, laughing loudly, with a crazed expression, and looking as terrifying as a Ghost King, many people present had already begun to retreat in their hearts.

A wild horse with this level of strength and a prior record of rioting and hurting people was not easy to tame. If one failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Although everyone had spent a lot of money to buy tickets to attend this welcoming banquet, everyone had already obtained a few Demon Blade Wielders, so that investment had already yielded enough return. Withdrawing now wouldn't be too much of a loss.

Although the guests' conversation below was quiet, and some were even using sound transmission, it was still heard by Ibuki Iblu Yongyi in the arena. Suddenly, the evil Oiran felt a bit depressed, and even more regretful.

"I played too hard and alerted the enemy."

She realized her mistake and thought to herself.

She was also speechless about her own ghost nature. In order to restrain her claws and show weakness to the enemy, she had honestly served as an Oiran in this Pleasure District for so many years, so long that others had almost forgotten her strength and thought she had submitted and turned over a new leaf.

But now, although this battle couldn't be considered a complete exposure, it had already made these prey alert. It wouldn't be easy to make a move later.

Thinking of this, Ibuki Iblu Yongyi felt both regretful and angry. She was angry at her own lack of restraint and annoyed at the guy opposite her who was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger and ruined her big plan.

She had thought this was just a farce to teach a brat a lesson that she could easily dismiss. Who could have expected that she would be forced to use her true skills in the end? What kind of situation was this?

"Who exactly are you?"

She asked her opponent with suspicion while holding off the sword blade that was still pressing down on her.

She wondered if there was a mole on her side, causing the plan to leak early, which was why someone was specifically sent to deal with her.

One had to know that a Sword God wasn't a cabbage; there weren't many in the entire Eastern Island. And the one in front of her was clearly not one of those old-school Sword Gods; it was highly likely she came from the outside.

In other words, had the outside Sage Council, the Inquisition, or even the Three Kings already noticed the situation on the Eastern Island?

Such a conjecture diluted the anger and regret originally in Ibuki Hoshikuma's heart. After all, attracting the attention of the outside world was exactly what she wanted.

However, although the evil Oiran was very anxious, the Home Witch opposite her was frowning, feeling slightly disappointed.

"What is this? I thought you were very powerful, but it turns out you're only at this level."

Dorothy sighed and said, feeling a bit listless.

Ibuki Iblu Yongyi: "......"

It was hard—everything, the rod and her fists, were all hard.

What's wrong with this person? Is she deliberately looking for trouble?

"Isn't your Excellency just the same? You haven't been able to easily take down someone at my level either."

She couldn't help but be sarcastic as well.

"No, Auntie, you misunderstood. I don't have any opinion on your strength, but I am disappointed in your realm. The purity of your Sword God status is truly far from enough."

Dorothy was very calm regarding the evil Oiran's mockery. She thought for a moment, then shifted her force, no longer struggling with her opponent. After the demon blade and the mace separated and both retreated far away, the Home Witch explained.

"Auntie, your swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the Sword God realm, but you have the shell without the soul. Your sword heart is truly too chaotic."

She shook her head, commenting with a look of pity.

"I felt endless anger in your sword, but this anger is not pure. It has no target; it's just a futile desire for destruction. Even in that anger, I smelled cowardice. You are afraid in your heart—not just afraid of others, but even afraid of yourself. What kind of logic is this?"

"That scorching anger will sooner or later destroy you and everything around you. Is this the result you want? If so, fine. But why are you still afraid? Are you still clinging to something, harboring unwillingness?"

"In short, in my opinion, you aren't crazy enough, and your madness isn't frantic enough. You might think you're an avenger, but I only feel a weakling's self-abandonment from you."

"Such weak conviction isn't enough to reach the realm of No-Thought No-Mind. Sword God? Just a showpiece."

Dorothy evaluated.

Then, she retracted the demon blade in her hand, feeling bored and listless.

"Forget it, I'm not fighting anymore. Fighting you is boring. I thought there were only you and me as sword masters here, but now it seems I thought too much. You are just like the others—trash, just a piece of trash with an exquisite exterior."

The Home Witch in the Fairy King state was truly arrogant beyond measure.

However, although her words were a bit blunt and arrogant, and didn't sound very pleasant, everything she said was the truth.

For a high-level martial artist, the collision of sword and sword, the strike of fist and fist, is the best communication, far more effective than low-efficiency and pale language.

After all, words can deceive, but martial arts and Wuhun are hard to deceive.

The collision of sword and rod just now was enough for Dorothy to read the heart of this evil Oiran. Therefore, the Fairy King felt a bit bored.

Miss Zhai Wuhun wants a hearty duel between sword masters, not these nagging, half-baked philosophies.

The hollow determination opposite her didn't deserve her drawing her sword.

Fighting such an opponent wasn't fun at all. Since it wasn't fun, then she wouldn't compete.

Following this philosophy, the disappointed Fairy King returned angrily, and the Home Witch, who had been eating melons and watching the show in the spiritual world, had no choice but to return to her position helplessly.

She looked at the evil Oiran who was left standing in place, fooled by her Little Four's tongue-lashing, and couldn't help but be speechless at "herself's" bluntness.

"Can't you be a bit more tactful when you speak?"

Dorothy said this to Little Four, but the Fairy King couldn't be bothered with her. It seemed the Wuhun avatar was truly disappointed this time.

Fine.

The Home Witch was helpless. Not being a pure martial artist, she didn't quite understand the pride of these martial people.

She looked at the evil Oiran opposite her, who had been hit hard by the tongue-lashing and even had obvious wavering in her eyes, and pondered how to clean up this situation.

And opposite, Ibuki Iblu Yongyi was indeed very wavering in her heart.

Although as a Grand Witch, being crushed by a little witch's tongue-lashing was indeed a bit shameful, the Oiran was also helpless. After all, every sentence the opponent said just now accurately hit the weaknesses in her heart.

That mind-reading-like verbal attack was truly impossible to defend against.

"Is there really someone who can read hearts through a duel? How absurd. I always thought this was just a legend."

Ibuki Iblu Yongyi lowered her head and looked at the mace in her hand, thinking this.

There were indeed legends in Eastern history of sword masters communicating through swords, but after she reached the sword master realm herself, she didn't have this ability. Therefore, she had always regarded this as a legend.

But now, the plot of this legend had happened to her. After only a brief exchange, the opponent had seen through everything about her.

It turns out the legend wasn't wrong; it was just that I couldn't be considered a true sword master.

The Oiran sighed in her heart, gradually understanding everything.

She recalled the scene when she first held a sword.

The girl named Ibuki Iblu Yongyi grew up in this Pleasure District. Her biological mother was a Fujin (Wisteria Woman) kept by the Mirage, and also the original Oiran. Her other mother was once a famous great sword master on the Eastern Island.

The meeting of the two mothers had the flavor of a story sung on the roadside. The young sword master of noble birth loved romance, and the beauty who fell into the Pleasure District was pitiful. The two, with vastly different status and standing, fell in love at first sight after an accidental meeting. Later, the two naturally knew and loved each other, and even secretly used secret arts to conceive the crystallization of love.

A witch's offspring is precious. After all, most witches can only use the secret art of childbirth once or twice in their lives; using it too much harms the body.

This is especially true for witches born into aristocratic families. Every use of the secret art concerns the inheritance of the family and often requires careful preparation; it cannot be done casually.

Therefore, naturally, the sword master's family, unaware of the Fujin's identity, was very angry that their young master had fallen in love with a woman of the dust and even had a child with her. They felt it disgraced the family and strongly opposed the two being together.

However, facing the opposing family, the proud sword master directly abandoned her former status and identity, took the initiative to cut off contact with the family, and became a ronin.

At that time, she, who was already a famous sword master, was confident that she could rely on the sword in her hand to bring a happy life to her lover and child.

And so, the two had agreed to elope together, leave this feudal and decaying Eastern Island, and start a new life in the wider witch world outside.

However...

The real trouble was actually on the Oiran's side. Every Fujin actually had an owner; they were treasures kept by distinguished guests in the Pleasure District, private property.

And now, her own treasure had been stolen and used, which was clearly a great humiliation to the noble person behind it.

However, the sword master's former family was prominent, and even the person behind the scenes didn't dare to act rashly. But the proud sword master had abandoned her protective umbrella, so the noble person in the shadows naturally wouldn't be polite.

A pursuit began.

No matter how strong a young sword master is, she is ultimately young. Past glory made her misunderstand her own power. Therefore, even though she had tried her best to protect her wife and daughter in the end, the continuous, strong enemies beyond her imagination ground her to death.

The sword master died of exhaustion, and the Oiran died for love. It should have been a tragic love story that ended there.

However, when the killers originally wanted to leave, a baby's cry broke the silence.

From the belly of the pregnant but dead Oiran, a ghost baby broke out. The terrifying Mana carried in her first cry made the killers shudder.

The crying of the most talented witch cubs in legends is enough to turn into innate magic, but such geniuses are rare in a thousand years. And now, this ominous ghost baby born from a corpse seemed to be such an existence.

The ghost baby brought back by the killers was handed over to the person behind the scenes, and that person was delighted to see it, because this child had better Fujin qualifications than her mother and was the best Fujin material.

And so, the ghost baby was sent back to the Pleasure District, and in the future, she would replace her biological mother's Oiran position and also replace her biological mother's responsibility as a birth mother for the noble person.

Oiran, the head of a hundred flowers, seemingly glorious, but it was just a greenhouse flower planted in a nursery by the person in the clouds, waiting for the flowers to bloom, which was the time for picking flowers.

And sixteen years later, the time for picking flowers had arrived. When the noble person came to the Yoshiwara Pleasure District in disguise, she was waiting to appreciate and enjoy the beauty and fragrance of the flower that had been lost and found years ago.

Just when she came, she had already glanced at the appearance of the bright girl in the grand Oiran procession. The young Oiran was truly extremely beautiful.

Not only did she have a charm that surpassed her biological mother, but there was also the heroism and dashing spirit of the young sword master who was famous at the time between her brows. She was a beauty among beauties, a premium among premiums.

This wave was a huge profit for her.

The noble person thought proudly in her heart.

And when the Oiran's team arrived in front of her, according to custom, the newcomers had to wear swords and armor to perform rituals.

And so, the young Oiran held a sword for the first time in her life.

It was also that night that blood shrouded the Pleasure District, and the red lanterns and red silk hanging under the Yang houses became even more gorgeous.

That night, all the guests in the Pleasure District saw a huge blood-colored ghost shadow laughing and raging.

It was also that night that all the famous swords on the entire Eastern Island rang together, seemingly celebrating the birth of the child of the sword path.

Ibuki Iblu Yongyi, sixteen years old, an Oiran, drew her sword for the first time in her life, beheading 136 enemies, her sword soul born on its own, achieving the position of a peak Sword Saint.

Few people on the Eastern Island now know what happened that night. They only know that someone went to the Central Tenshukaku to convey an imperial order that night, and so, the Pleasure District evil witch calmed down, and this Pleasure District also changed its owner.

However, thinking of this, Ibuki Iblu Yongyi herself looked up and looked at the first seat of the audience with a complex expression, the figure of the snake-like woman.

Yae Purple...

Seeing this hateful guy, the evil Oiran thought of the pain of her face being ruthlessly stepped on by her feet back then.

That night, her sword heart was initially formed.

Similarly, it was also that night that her sword heart was shattered.

From that time on, she understood that individual bravery has limits. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't overturn this decaying Eastern Island.

And now, looking at the dazzling and bright opponent in front of her, from the opponent's face, Ibuki Iblu Yongyi saw the defiance of her youth, but she didn't say much.

She just silently retracted the giant mace in her hand.

The youthful spirit and courage of young people are always enviable, but how many people can keep such treasures forever?

A true Sword God?

Thinking of this realm that all sword masters dream of, the evil Oiran shook her head.

The ghost race produces many samurai, but she wasn't a pure martial person.

She was just an evil witch of revenge, just needing to find a way to drag everything into hell.

Well, as long as the Eastern Island is destroyed, even if it means perishing together.

Since the opponent didn't want to fight anymore, Ibuki Iblu Yongyi prepared to go back and continue being her Oiran.

However, just at this moment, something flew toward her from the opposite side.

The evil Oiran reached out and grabbed the thing that flew over, then looked down, and her eyes widened suddenly.

It was a silver-white dragon plate, with the two characters "Inquisition" shining brightly on the plate.

"I'm just here for tourism. I don't care about other things. Borrow this thing and use it. Call people yourself. If there is a grievance, report the grievance; if there is a hatred, report the hatred. Remember to return it to me after I'm done with tourism."

Dorothy waved her hand and said so.

... The Home Witch is making a dashing exit... ===== CHAPTER 604 =====