Chapter 742

"Roar——"

"Howl——"

"......"

Asakawa City, suburbs.

In a zone sealed off by high-voltage barbed wire, with psychic warriors patrolling constantly.

Low, growling roars of ferocious beasts occasionally echoed.

This was the area Sakura Rin had chosen to stockpile the ferocious beasts.

Of course, she alone could never have amassed ten thousand of them—she had leveraged the power of the Tenmi Dojo.

As for the excuse, it was simple: she wanted to use these beasts for live combat training.

As a Holy Maiden, Sakura Rin required no more than fifth-rank ferocious beasts.

Thus, the Tenmi Dojo's leadership readily approved the proposal and established this facility.

They also concealed this information from the citizens of Asakawa City.

After all, anyone hearing that tens of thousands of ferocious beasts were stockpiled less than thirty kilometers from their city would panic.

Boom—boom—boom~~~

With a deep engine roar, a sleek black sports car approached from afar and halted before the restricted zone.

"Ferocious beast training ground? Why is Sakura Rin here? To conduct live combat training?"

In a sports car trailing far behind, Sato Ken stared at the scene, his face filled with confusion.

As an A-rank, sixth-rank upper-tier psychic warrior specializing in mental abilities, he possessed exceptional perception-shielding skills.

Thus, despite being less than four hundred meters away, Sakura Rin still detected no trace of him.

"Could I have misunderstood? He's not meeting a man—he's here for training?"

Sato Ken frowned, then quickly hardened his resolve:

"No, something's off. I'll observe further."

Sakura Rin wasn't wearing combat gear—her attire looked more like a date. If this were truly for live combat training, that would be absurd...

"S-class, we're approaching the address Sakura Rin provided."

In the cockpit of the Chishao-class fighter, Eva's crisp voice rang out.

Xu Jingming, who had been practicing body cultivation, opened his eyes—golden lightning flickered within his gaze:

"Did we bypass Sakura Kuni's early-warning system?"

"Relax, we bypassed it all."

Eva giggled, "Their system probably uses secondhand American tech.

It can only resist top-tier AI intrusion—it's child's play for me.

They can't even detect our presence in their system."

"Good." Xu Jingming nodded slightly.

After a moment's thought, he subtly altered his appearance.

The guards near the beast stockpile were certainly not just Sakura Rin.

If he appeared in his original form, he might alarm the Tenmi Dojo.

After all, after harvesting the psychic points here, he still needed to search for ancient relics.

He didn't want to draw widespread attention.

Hss—

The fighter landed at the designated spot; the hatch opened, and Xu Jingming leapt down.

Though he had seen him once in the virtual world, when Sakura Rin saw Xu Jingming in person, her heart still jolted.

Due to the reverse contract, even with his altered appearance, she recognized him instantly.

More crucially, she could sense his hidden aura without reservation.

To her perception, the calm Xu Jingming resembled a terrifying ferocious beast.

Powerful! Brutal!

"Is this the master after reaching seventh rank? So strong!"

Though she had prepared herself, Sakura Rin still trembled slightly upon sensing Xu Jingming's aura.

She took a deep breath, then stepped forward with her long legs sheathed in black tights.

As she drew closer to Xu Jingming, an inexplicable thrill surged within her.

By the time she reached his side, that thrill had reached its peak!

Without hesitation, she tightly pressed her legs together and prostrated herself before Xu Jingming:

"Master..."

"Huh?!!!!!!"

Hundreds of meters away, Sato Ken's pupils shrank sharply as he witnessed this.

What had he seen?

He saw the once aloof, haughty Holy Maiden Sakura Rin kneeling without dignity before a man!

Though distance prevented him from hearing her words, the shape of her lips clearly formed one word—Master!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Sato Ken's face twisted with fury, "So that's why you rejected my advances—you already had a man!

And you're even playing role-play games!"

Sato Ken, with his rich experience, knew such games well.

But he didn't realize this wasn't the kind he knew—it was genuine master-servant dynamics.

Though furious, Sato Ken didn't act rashly.

He didn't know who Xu Jingming was in his altered form, but he recognized the Chishao-class fighter—no ordinary person owned such a thing.

This meant the man either had powerful backing or was a high-rank psychic warrior himself.

Either way, he couldn't afford to offend him.

More importantly, this was Sakura Rin's private life—even if she called the man "Dad," he had no right to interfere.

"Damn! I can't accept this! I won't accept it!" Sato Ken glared at Xu Jingming, planning to investigate his identity after returning.

For now, since he'd come this far, staying a little longer wouldn't hurt.

Maybe he'd witness something even more explosive...

On the other side, Xu Jingming stared at Sakura Rin kneeling before him, his expression turning peculiar.

Though bound by the reverse contract, he had never demanded she call him "Master" or kneel upon meeting him.

Yet Sakura Rin, as if born to it, had arranged everything herself.

"S-class, Sakura Rin's subtle gestures and expressions suggest she feels no shame—she's actually immersed in it."

At that moment, Eva's mischievous laugh echoed in his ear.

"Really?" Xu Jingming was surprised.

He had intended to tell Sakura Rin she didn't need to do this anymore.

But since she enjoyed it, there was no need to mention it.

"Of course."

Eva giggled, "If you scolded her, she might get even more excited."

Xu Jingming: "......"

So that's what Sakura Rin was hiding.

"It must be years of repression that created this habit—Sakura Rin must carry many burdens inside."

Shaking his head, Xu Jingming had no intention of probing her secrets; he simply said:

"Rise. Lead me to the beast stockpile."

"Yes."

Seeing Xu Jingming remain as calm as ever, without further action,

Sakura Rin felt a pang of disappointment—but still rose respectfully and led the way.