Chapter 1020

Sakura Nation, Kyoto.

As the capital of Sakura Nation, Kyoto occupies only 3% of the nation's total area, yet houses roughly 10% of its total population.

With a population of fifteen million, it includes a vast number of young elites and prodigies with extraordinary abilities.

Kyoto, having absorbed the wealth of the entire Sakura Nation, is exceedingly rich and prosperous, its commercial streets and urban architecture appearing highly modernized.

At night, it displays the most dazzling neon lights.

Yet in the prime, land-value-exorbitant heart of Kyoto's main district, there lies a private compound.

At the compound's entrance, over a thousand armed soldiers patrol continuously.

Fixed squads of psychics guard every exit and entrance, forbidding any outsider from stepping inside even a single step.

Passersby gaze at the compound's buildings with envious eyes.

Tenmi Dojo!

The number-one psychic force in Sakura Nation.

Joining Tenmi Dojo is a dream for countless young psychics.

On the fourth floor of the central headquarters building in the Tenmi Dojo compound, a young beautiful girl walks swiftly down the corridor.

The girl appears to have just dressed meticulously, wearing a black-and-red women's blouse.

The blouse fits snugly, perfectly outlining her stunning curves, her full chest swaying slightly with each step.

Below, she wears a black pleated skirt and black tights.

Encased in the tights, her legs appear straight and elongated, their just-right softness adding considerable allure.

Paired with her fair, delicate face, she draws many glances as she walks.

Especially among young men, their expressions betray excitement.

"It's the Holy Maiden!"

"So beautiful! The Holy Maiden isn't just powerful—her looks and figure are top-tier too!"

"She's dressed so nicely—she must be going to see Takumi-sama, right?"

"Probably. By the way, aren't the two of them getting married next March?"

"Yes, exactly in March!"

"The two of them uniting—how wonderful."

"Exactly! Our Tenmi Dojo grows stronger every day—we'll reclaim all our lost territory soon!"

"......"

Six months ago, Tenmi Dojo's Holy Son, Sato Ken, died unexpectedly.

With the strong backing of the eighth-rank Master Zongshi Shi Tian Yī, Tenmi Dojo did not select a new Holy Son.

Instead, all resources were poured into the Holy Maiden, Sakura Rin, who possesses an S-rank psychic ability.

Sakura Rin lived up to expectations, breaking through from sixth-rank peak to seventh-rank Master just a month ago.

As a result, Sakura Rin, already immensely prestigious in Sakura Nation, became even more sought-after.

She is the idol countless young people chase and emulate.

At this time, the Ninth-rank Wu Sheng, Kitahara Sōkai, head administrator of Tenmi Dojo, announced an engagement.

He betrothed Sakura Rin to his son, Kitahara Takumi, to be married in March next year.

Kitahara Takumi is thirty-five this year, the previous Holy Son, ranked eighth-rank lower tier, and equally popular in Sakura Nation.

This engagement was naturally seen by all as a union of two great powers—a perfect match of golden boy and jade girl.

Thus, Sakura Rin's elegant attire was naturally assumed to be for meeting Kitahara Takumi.

But the object of their gossip did not go to Kitahara Takumi's office.

Instead, she went to the office of the eighth-rank Master Zongshi, Shi Tian Yī.

Although she had already called ahead, when she actually saw that towering, majestic figure inside the office, her slender frame trembled involuntarily.

So strong!

Even though Xu Jingming, who had broken through to ninth rank, had suppressed his aura, Sakura Rin could still sense from him an overwhelming, suffocating power!

Yet this power did not frighten her—instead, it stirred an inexplicable thrill within her!

"Congratulations, Master, on breaking through to ninth rank and becoming renowned across Blue Star!"

After the door closed, Sakura Rin did not hesitate—her legs pressed tightly together, she prostrated herself on the floor.

The news from Great Xia half a day ago had shaken every nation on Blue Star; she had naturally heard of it in Sakura Nation.

"It seems you've done well in my absence."

Xu Jingming sat behind his desk, watching Sakura Rin with interest; standing respectfully beside him was Shi Tian Yī, controlled by his Slave Seal.

In less than a year, she broke from sixth rank to seventh.

This breakthrough speed rivals that of Catherine and the other SS-ranks.

And Sakura Rin is merely an S-rank.

"Thank you, Master, for your praise!"

As if granted a great blessing, Sakura Rin's fair face flushed with excitement, still kneeling on the floor.

"Rise. Tell me your situation here," Xu Jingming said.

"Yes!"

Sakura Rin straightened her body, settling her rounded, uplifted hips on her heels, kneeling in place, and softly opened her red lips:

"Since your last visit, my authority within Tenmi Dojo has increased significantly, and I've established two new beast storage sites.

The beasts in these two storage sites are roughly the same scale as those you saw last time—if you wish to go, I can take you there right now."

"Two beast storage sites?"

Xu Jingming's eyes lit up and he said approvingly, "You've done well."

Six months ago, one of Sakura Rin's beast storage sites earned her 1.12 million energy points.

This time there are two, so I should be able to gain over two million energy points at once.

"It is my honor to serve my master!"

Sakura Rin's expression grew excited; after a pause, she ventured cautiously, "Master, could you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" Xu Jingming looked at her, his mood greatly improved.

Sakura Rin took a deep breath, as if making a final decision, and said, "I ask you to kill the Chief Supervisor of the Tianyu Dojo, Kitahara Sohkei!"

Kitahara Sohkei intends to marry her off to his son, Kitahara Takuma, to bind her permanently to the Tianyu Dojo's war machine.

But Kitahara Sohkei is the one responsible for her parents' deaths—how could she possibly marry his son?

The wedding is scheduled for next March, and there is no time left for her to slowly cultivate and break through.

Therefore, she could only turn to Xu Jingming for help.

"Oh? Why should I help you?"

Xu Jingming looked at Sakura Rin. "Killing Kitahara Sohkei is easy for me, but he has the United States behind him."

The United States?!

Sakura Rin's heart sank instantly.

Kitahara Sohkei is an A-rank, ninth-rank Mid-Level Wu Sheng; to Xu Jingming, who has already slain two ninth-rank Mid-Level Martial Saints, he is no challenge.

But Sakura Country is ultimately a vassal of the United States—asking Xu Jingming to risk offending the United States to eliminate Kitahara Sohkei is truly unrealistic.

Suddenly—

Rip—a sound, Sakura Rin tore apart her shirt, revealing a pale, delicate upper body.

"If my master does not find me unworthy, I offer myself as the price."

Sakura Rin's face flushed with shame, yet her slender waist remained straight and upright.

She struggled to control her hands from shielding her chest, displaying her finest form.