Wildflowers

  Paris, a train from some country in Central Europe is slowly pulling into the station.

  What left everyone stunned was that behind the locomotive, two passenger seats were hung alone, and behind them was a long freight car. After the train arrived at the station, one by one high-end cars slowly drove out of the open car skin, and a young man with black hair and black clothes, holding a small wooden cane in his hand, walked out of the seat quickly under the protection of a group of burly men, as if he was dancing.

  A large, crimson pure wool carpet slowly rolled over from the exit, four young people in their mid-teens wearing golden red uniforms slowly unrolled it to the feet of a young man. A brass band played a welcoming tune, followed by a lively waltz, and amidst this extreme luxury, the young man smiled warmly, put his cane behind his back, and strolled out. The luxurious cars, under the careful guidance of station staff, slowly left the platform.

  A bodyguard, in front of a crowd of onlookers, slapped a stack of about 50,000 euros onto a station attendant and said with gestures: "This is your tip, yeah, you guys have worked hard." The big guy's head was extremely tall and his body was very sturdy. If it wasn't our Kane, who else could it be?

  Yi Chen, Fei Li, Jester, Phil and Goll stood at the far end of the platform, watching this luxurious scene. Yi Chen looked at his white Rolls-Royce with a bit of heartache: "Oh my god, I hope that guy won't use this car to speed at midnight, otherwise I won't forgive him... Do you know how much effort I put into getting this treasure?"

  Fiona wrapped her arms around his waist and asked in a low voice, "Boss, where are we going now? We have a lot on our hands right now, do you want to go prepare for those tasks?"

  Yi Chen shook his head: "No need, the Tokyo thing, I believe in the strength of Major Schtreng, they can definitely take down Yamaguchi-gumi. After all, they are a special forces unit, raiding a gang's headquarters, if they still can't quickly solve the problem, then they might as well jump into Tokyo Bay themselves. As for Guangming Mountain... hmm, we'll go take a look tomorrow night, how about that? No need to mobilize Cain and the others, they're in the middle of executing our Black Magic Security Company's first business."

  "Boss, we're going to the London Tower tomorrow night, what about today? What are we doing today? If we head back to London, it won't take long."

  "Hey, kiddo! Today's the day we get you some stuff you like. We've had too many suckers lately, shoving money into our hands. If we don't splurge a bit, how can we enjoy ourselves? Phil, Goll, what do you guys want? Today's going to be a big shopping spree! Hahaha... Jester, watch this! Besides weed, do you need anything else?"

  Bai Jiade looked over this way, effortlessly twirling the small cane to create a stick flower. Yi Chen nodded slightly and wrapped his arm around Fei Li's waist as everyone slowly walked out of another exit.

  In the outer sea area of Japan, two patrol vessels of the Coast Guard slowly passed by. The sky was very dark and the wind and waves were strong. The patrol personnel on board took a few casual glances around and then retreated back to the cabin, where there was steaming hot sushi and fine sake. Who would want to suffer from the wind and waves on the deck?

  They had just walked out of less than a nautical mile, and a high-speed fishing boat came flying over. Several fishermen manipulated Japanese language in a low voice: "Hachiga, where are those bastards? How do we receive the goods?"

  Another one who looked like a leader whispered: "Shut up, we'll be there soon, they won't miss the appointment... But, great god, where are they?"

  A faint humming noise came, and these Japanese immediately became enthusiastic. A small boat far away looked over here for a while, sending out a signal with lanterns. This fishing boat returned the signal, and the two boats slowly approached each other. After a slight collision, more than ten men carrying heavy canvas bags jumped from the small boat to the fishing boat, put down their bundles, and then jumped back.

  A Japanese fisherman asked in a low voice: "What cargo is this time? Hmm?"

  "Shut up, have you forgotten the rules? Complete the task, but absolutely do not ask questions... What kind of education did your boss give to this group of yellow-skinned monkeys? Hurry up, hurry up, put it in a warehouse in Shibuya, Tokyo, the address is ××××××. Someone will come to pick up the goods within three days. Keep your mouth shut tightly, otherwise your boss will get rid of you, this shipment is very important."

  That Japanese boss secretly touched the canvas bag with his hand, and what he felt was a large pile of smooth iron products. From its shape, he could tell what it was. His face changed slightly, but thinking about the share he would get this time, he gritted his teeth in secret: "Even if it's a nuclear warhead, you can transport it to Tokyo without any problem, as long as there's money involved. Those ministers, they wouldn't care about our lives, so why should we care about theirs? Bah, those with money are gods."

  Strengen glanced at his watch, casually tossed the Times into a trash can, and lugged his massive suitcase toward the gate. As he handed over his ticket, Strengen winked at the attendant and said with a grin: "Miss, you're really beautiful... so captivating."

  Stroheim's rugged, robust face, strong physique, and charming smile made the young lady flustered, her face turned red, and she hastily let him pass. Stroheim continued to smile, whispering to his subordinates following behind: "Without military discipline constraining you, you can play whatever you want on the plane, as long as the miss is willing, I won't blame you." Several soldiers snickered quietly, nodding in agreement.

  Chekhov yawned and got up from the wide bed, casually touching the buttocks of the two little girls beside him, swaggering into the living room, looking at the strange man staring at him with wide eyes.

  Chekhov pulled back the curtains and asked him strangely, "Hey, dear Japanese samurai... oh, wrong, Japanese ninja sir, don't you need sleep? Look, look, it's deep night outside. Are all Japanese people perverts like this? Ah, sorry, I admit that the wound I bandaged for you might not be very comfortable, but at least you survived... Do you think I dare call those servants to help bandage you? That would kill you."

  The stranger glared at Chekhov, made a strenuous effort to move his neck, and shifted the bandage that was tightly wrapped around his neck downward a bit, squeezing out a few words: "You've almost killed me."

  Chekhov looked at him discontentedly, muttering: "Japanese monkey, damn it, can't you be grateful? This is the first time in my life I've saved someone. Forget it, don't bother with you, you don't know what's right and wrong. Mr. Chekhov can't stoop to your level, as the boss said, one must have a broad mind to live long... damn it, no matter how broad-minded a man is, can he be as broad-minded as a woman?"

  Chekhov muttered to himself as he walked into the bedroom, not even closing the door behind him as he climbed back onto the bed. A few hours ago, Chekhov had ignored the strange man's strong objections and gone out again to find two chicks. The two chicks naturally took an interest in the strange man on the sofa, and Chekhov explained with a weird smile: "We were playing SM, but things got out of hand and he got hurt, so now he's resting."

  Two girls looked at the strange man covered in white bandages and exclaimed loudly: "Wow, sir, you're really powerful! You can even play SM with men to this extent... How awesome!" The strange man suddenly fainted on the spot.

  As Chikov sauntered into the room, another shriek echoed inside. The strange man helplessly took a deep breath and began to circulate his true energy according to his own sect's method. He didn't dare stay in Chikov's damn room any longer, sooner or later he would be killed by him unintentionally. The strange man deeply believed this point, it was bound to happen.

  The young man beside Yamaguchi Mokichi floated quietly above the city of Tokyo, gazing at the countless twinkling lights below. He didn't originally have the ability to float in mid-air, but the treasured sword beneath his feet was assisting him. With a gentle rotation of a wine cup in his hand, he quietly poured himself a drink and said with deep emotion: "Winter is approaching again... A warrior's winter is like those flower petals, will a warrior's life also slowly wither away? ... Good wine... I should return to Mt. Fuji, where the deep mountains can avoid the worldly air, and only there can one find truly pure winter snow."

  He closed his eyes contentedly, indulging in the sour and refreshing feeling, and felt that his spiritual cultivation had taken another step forward. With a sword, he swooped down from thousands of meters high, slashing through three ninja heads flying between high-rise buildings, and sighed satisfactorily in the bloody rain: "Indeed, the way of the sword requires a matching state of mind... I still need to learn more."

  The social circle of Paris was a bit shaken, as Mr. White, the sole heir to a mysterious and ancient noble family from a small country in Central Europe, suddenly arrived in Paris and quickly joined several exclusive clubs such as bridge clubs, dog fighting clubs, hunting clubs, and horse racing clubs, after which he extravagantly declared: "Paris, the garden of the world, I adore it... I hope to find a lifelong companion among the high-society misses of Paris."

  Rumors spread quickly, and some curious wives of big shots got confirmation through certain official channels that everything about this lovely young man was true: he was indeed the heir to an ancient noble family. Moreover, a Swiss bank's branch in Paris discreetly confirmed that the young man possessed wealth that fully matched his status - in other words, he was incredibly rich.

  The manager of the branch nodded and said, "Yes, rich can be a threat to a country. This gentleman has opened an account with our bank that allows for unlimited withdrawals and has been approved by the head office... In some sense, it's already astonishing for a young person to spend $10 million, $20 million or $30 million every year, isn't it?"

  The manager also claimed that he had not violated the rules of the Swiss bank, as this was a special permit from Mr. White, specifically instructed, and anyone who inquired about his news must be given a detailed response, on the condition that his privacy is not exposed. Therefore, the manager was very pleased and proud to publicize that his branch had received such a distinguished guest.

  The ladies of the wealthy families immediately calculated that the principal that could support such a luxurious life for a young man must be at least around $10 billion. Yes, $10 billion, otherwise Swiss banks would not have opened such an unusual account for him, with unlimited withdrawals, a term that had not been heard in a long time.

  Of course, many gossip journalists also noticed the luxurious decorations on Lord Whitechapel's small cane and the shiny black pearl on top of it. They were all treasures, that's right.

  As for Mr. White's bodyguards, that group of forty luxurious bodyguards, it is said to have come from a newly established large security company in the UK. According to some secretly circulating news among the upper class, these guys were still elite special forces of West Germany just a month ago. The fact that he can afford such professional bodyguards further highlights Mr. White's noble status... Who knows our lovely Mr. Cain doesn't even have a penny for salary?

  A few playboys became good friends, good brothers and good buddies with Bai Jia De in just five minutes. They happily invited Bai Jia De to attend their cockfighting conference, dog fighting conference, hunting trip, midnight banquet, secret friendship club and so on. Bai Jia De happily agreed and gave them some not very expensive but tasteful souvenirs, such as small ivory decorations from the African savannah and so on.

  It can be said that Bai Jie almost instantly entered the upper echelons of Parisian society. His demeanor, his erudition, and his attire all showed that he was not a nouveau riche, but rather a true descendant of an ancient noble family. When he casually pointed out the production date and place of origin of a set of tea utensils, as well as the surname of the craftsman who made them, the elderly gentlemen present felt an unprecedented level of admiration for Bai Jie.

  Bai Jiade deeply understood the importance of knowing when to stop, he couldn't steal the thunder from his newly acquainted brothers. With a magnificent bow, Bai Jiade extended an invitation to everyone present: "Gentlemen, I will be hosting a small dinner party tonight, please feel free to attend... Mr. Kein, my address is... Ah?"

  "Kane nodded and said: 'Xiangxieli Street, XXXXXXX number, welcome everyone... The house has just been renovated, if there are any defects, please point them out.'"

  As Cain walked out of the club, he asked Bai Jie De in confusion: "Why spend five million US dollars to renovate a house? Are you crazy? That's money, do you know what five million US dollars can be exchanged for?"

  "Come on, come on," White said quietly, nudging Cain with his elbow. "We'll be able to sell it for ten times the price as soon as we leave Paris. Trust me, I may specialize in art, but I know a thing or two about real estate."

  Cain looked at him with a skeptical gaze, this guy didn't look like a serious real estate businessman no matter what. Ten times the price? He wouldn't be selling it to twenty people for half the price, would he?

  A specialty store under the Eiffel Tower, Phil and Gor suddenly stopped in their tracks.

  Fei Li was happily carrying big and small bags, but when she saw a few men suddenly stop, she turned her head in confusion and asked: "What's wrong? Boss, let's go... time is limited."

  "Phil pointed at the dark shopfront and said: "Feli, you go shopping with the boss, we'll take a look inside."

  Jester let out a helpless sigh, but no one paid attention to him. He casually pulled out a marijuana cigarette and started smoking it with relish.

  Yi Chen smiled and stroked Feili's face, saying: "Good girl, let's go and appreciate some authentic African art."

  Fiona smiled and nodded obediently, being the first to walk into the store.

  Some weird wooden carvings and masks hung on the wall, some strange devices were placed on the ground, an old black man with a white beard sat in a recliner inside the house, eyes closed.

  Phil approached a drum, slowly stroking its skin with his thick, slightly trembling hands. Goll also walked up to a drum and lightly tapped it. Phil immediately followed suit, the monotonous but upbeat rhythm quickly changing as the frantic drumbeats burst forth, causing the old black man's eyes to snap open, his legs uncontrollably twitching to the beat.

  Firgol and the old black man let out a few strange cries, and the drumming stopped abruptly.

  The old black man stared at them blankly and muttered a few sentences in a strange language. Phil nodded, gesturing to the hand drum: "How much?"

  The old black man laughed and said: "Give it to you, give it to you, you are our tribe's people... Give it to you."

  Gol shook his head: "No, we're asking how much your store is worth. We want to buy all the goods in your store."

  Jester looked at Phil in confusion, let out a big yawn, leaned against the door of the store and said in a low voice: "Buy these things? What for? Is it necessary? Phil Gore is no longer a savage from Africa."

  Yi Chen gave him a fierce glare, Jester shuddered and hastily extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

  Back in London, the two brothers were busy for two whole days and nights in their own room, with strange melodies and songs constantly coming out. Jester was groaning and yelling: "God, God, let me sleep!"

  "Listen, Feli, the desolation of the African savannah... it's too wonderful."

  Ferris shrugged and asked listlessly, "Boss, now that those two are like this, they're not in the mood. When are we going to the Tower of London? The Shining Mountain, I just want to hug it and sleep..."

  Yi Chen resolutely refused her: "No way, I promised Bai Jia De, Guang Ming Mountain belongs to him."

  Seeing Fei Li's wronged expression, Yi Chen smiled and said: "Of course, all the other treasures are for my Fei Li baby, no one else can even think about touching a single hair..."

  Fei Li jumped up excitedly and pounced on Yi Chen: "The boss can certainly touch, but... when are we going?"

  "Let me go take a look first. You guys stay home... Hmm? Don't worry, I'll be fine, just take care of the house and I'll be back soon. Who knows, maybe when I get back, I'll even bring back the Mountain of Light."

  Once again, the reiteration of Guangming Mountain made Feili's brain short-circuit instantly, without raising any objections. Yichun had already flashed out of the window with incredible speed. Yichun took a glance at himself, wearing black clothes today, which was indeed hard to be noticed.

  Once again, I felt that feeling, the kind when I'm on the mountain, with no burdens in my heart, no worries, completely carefree and relaxed. Every night, walking in front of the wind between the mountains is exhilarating... The starlight's rays pass through my body one by one, and as I close my eyes, I indulge in the thrill that comes from the starlight penetrating my body...

  The wind blew by, and Yi Chen's body had already traversed thousands of meters, his entire person seeming like a ghost as he flashed through the air, with no one able to detect him.

  Yi Chen's divine sense spread far and wide, looking towards the Shan Kou casino, he was surprised to find that Shan Kou's group hadn't added any new members, Shan Kou alone faced three underlings, four people silently drinking wine, it was unknown how they would cover up the sudden disappearance of several hundred people. But thinking about the Pope's sudden visit, it seemed that no matter what, the Scotland Yard wouldn't make a move on Shan Kou and his four men.

  Yi Chen retracted these complicated thoughts, extending his divine sense to the infinite starry sky above. However, just like before, his divine sense had barely touched the outer edge of the atmosphere when it was intercepted and bounced back, he didn't know why... Yi Chen did not lose heart, wholeheartedly absorbing the powerful stellar energy, using his sect's mental method to continuously utilize the newly arrived stellar energy to shake his current small universe, while supplementing the wandering power into the star core.

  Yi Chen flew quickly inside the Tower of London, and was surprised to find that there wasn't any strong defensive power. Why? According to Bai Jia De's words, the Tower of London should have a very powerful defense, otherwise how could those mercenaries from before all fall here?

  Yi Chen didn't think too much, wholeheartedly operating the Heart Method, doing his best to break through the Twenty-Eight Constellations' Great Cycle today and reach the realm of the Six Radiant Stars Cycle. Since Tian Xin Zi helped him improve to the Zhou Tian Star Power after the Twenty-Eight Constellations' Cycle, Yi Chen's strength hadn't made any progress. In the path of cultivation, having heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony is indispensable; no one dares to force it...

  The astonishing realization that his own disturbance had begun to shake the Twenty-Eight Constellation Cycle, and a thread of chaotic flow in the meridians was flowing in an orderly manner, as if giving himself a massage, extremely comfortable. These chaotic flows were emitted externally, and Yi Dust's body was already shrouded in a faint layer of silver haze. However, the silver haze continued to flash, and its light dimmed, not like Tian Xinzi's smooth flow, which seemed substantial.

  Yi Chen had already reached the entrance of the basement, and several cameras were smashed into trash by his casually thrown sword energy. He didn't care about the security guards' interception at all. To avoid trouble, Yi Chen still covered his mouth and nose with a large handkerchief, plus the constantly flashing silver aura, it was unlikely that he could be recognized.

  Yi Chen stretched out his hand and pushed the heavy gate, which suddenly let out a creaking sound, but the iron door remained firm. Yi Chen sneered repeatedly, and the twenty-eight constellations in his body circulated to condense his true yuan, which was then rapidly released from his hands. Two silver lights shot out again with his hands. At the same time, Yi Chen took a deep breath, and the star power outside flew into his body through the crown of his head, impacting the stable circulation of the twenty-eight constellations. Breaking and then re-establishing, the newly formed six-star circulation would be even more powerful than the current grand cycle. Yi Chen was actually starting his own cultivation while "stealing" things.

  The gate was blown in by a massive force, and with a loud noise, Yi Chen's 28 Constellation Cycle collapsed. The violent true yuan inside his body crashed everywhere. Yi Chen felt extremely comfortable all over, and with joy in his heart, he began to control these pure true yuan forces, slowly forming the overall structure of the Six Radiant Star Cycle. In this process, more star power surged in and joined the circulation structure.

  As he watched, a beam of light continuously surged into Yidun's forehead, and his entire body was enveloped in a layer of silver light. More than a dozen guards who had rushed over with guns shook their heads slightly and quickly retreated. Their leader pressed a button on the bracelet on her wrist.

  About twenty seconds later, Yi Chen's Six Radiance Star Circulation was about to take shape. In his divine consciousness, a magnificent and unmatched huge halo surrounded the star core. Amidst the slight vibrations, powerful true yuan energy circulated tirelessly within his body, as each part of his body underwent another baptism.

  Then, a brilliant sword light, without any sound, was like a sword light that could split the sky and earth, emitted from the wall of the Tower of London, shooting towards Yī Chén who stood still.

  Yi Chen retreated, quickly retreating, he felt the overwhelming and unstoppable power. At this moment, his new Six Radiance Star Cycle was about to be completed, and he didn't have any spare energy to dodge. So he could only drive the star force around his body to form a force field, pulling his own body towards the outside of the London Tower.

  Londoners still enjoying nightlife witnessed an extremely bizarre scene. A huge silver meteor suddenly rose from the ground and shot towards the western suburbs, followed by a white light that was several hundred meters long, filled with holy atmosphere, chasing closely, and instantly left their field of vision.

  Yi Chen was furious, extremely angry, and with a tight grip on his breath, he stabilized the circulation of his six-star cycle. His divine thoughts continuously gathered the star power around him, and one by one, gleaming colorful lightswords appeared out of thin air, then slashed towards that sword light. However, the two people's speed was too fast, those lightswords could only chase after the duo but couldn't hit the person chasing Yi Chen.

  Yi Chen's eyes closed slightly, and the star power accelerated its entry. His entire body was already enveloped in a substantial silver light sphere. The sword-wielding pursuer also sensed something amiss, as Yi Chen's aura grew increasingly intense, filling him with an inexplicable sense of crisis that made him extremely uneasy.

  That man suddenly let out a loud roar, muttering something unknown, and the sword light emanating from his sword intensified more than tenfold. The two of them flew in mid-air, about 100 meters above ground, as a brilliant white light enveloped everything within a radius of over ten miles, turning it all into a vast expanse of snow-white.

  A squadron of the Royal Air Force was conducting night training in a nearby airspace, and they simultaneously witnessed this incredible scene. The pilots of seven fighter jets completed an action in unison, drawing a cross on their chests and invoking the name of God... As a result, two of the seven fighter jets collided with each other.

  Yi Chen Meng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and his hairs stood on end.

  The sword light whistled, and had already pierced the silver light ball outside Yichun's body. Yichun was just about to make a move, and the six-star power seemed like pearls flowing through his body. Yichun suddenly shouted, and in his panic, he raised an Aggregation Ring, shooting out three Broken Sky Needles...

  Under the drive of Liu Yao Xing Li, Ju Xing Huan emitted a buzzing rumble, a green light band with a silver light band enveloped Yi Chen inside, and three green lights shot towards that person.

  Neither side had any fancy frontal confrontation, the white sword light was vast and mighty, Yi Chen didn't even have time to make a sound before being split apart by that enormous and terrifying power. The Star Ring emitted a "ding" sound, with a deep mark appearing on its surface, quickly absorbing into Yi Chen's body... Two of the Three Heaven-Piercing Arrows were knocked flying, the remaining one, with a trail of silver light, pierced through the sword light and penetrated that person's body.

  Yi Chen spat out blood in big mouthfuls and recalled his Broken Sky Halberd, fleeing in disarray...

  The person chasing Yidun revealed his figure, and he was also panting slightly, with a faint bloodstain on his shoulder. That was caused by the Broken Sky Needle. Although there were no major external injuries, the star power contained in the Broken Sky Needle made him tremble all over, feeling extremely uncomfortable... Fortunately, the ancient Cross Double-Handed Sword in his hand emitted a strong and gentle power that slowly dissipated the star power in his body.

  "This man raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly: 'I am Arthur, King Arthur, my ancestor... I absolutely do not allow anyone to offend the dignity of our British royal family... Remember, sir, this time I let you off.'"

  A loud shout of "Oh!" came from the Broken Sky Spear itself, and the powerful True Essence that had been accumulated by the Tianxing Sect's predecessor through a thousand years of bitter cultivation suddenly burst forth. Arthur's shoulder sprayed out a fountain of blood, but fortunately, the power of the great sword had already filled Arthur's entire body, so it didn't cause too much harm.

  Yi Chen's rapid escape, although he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, now still hurts all over his body. However, the second round of Liu Yao Xing has already taken shape. As long as Yi Chen is given the opportunity to prepare, he is confident that he will not be so miserable in his escape. That guy named Arthur may be strong, but he's not strong enough to kill him with one sword, right?

  Yi Chen summed up two lessons: "When taking action, you can't practice your skills; when fighting, you must first take out all the lifesaving items." If he hadn't been in a hurry to fly out with the Broken Sky Dart just now and had instead activated the three Stellar Rings at the same time, that one sword wouldn't have injured him so badly.

  "Arthur... Ah, Arthur... I remember that face of yours... Just you wait, I'm not done with you yet... A monster like you hiding in the British royal family... Dammit, King Arthur, I think I've heard of him before... When was it again? Forgot... Damn, I'll go ask Faye when I get back... Hmph, just you wait... No wonder those mercenaries were doomed..." Pfft, Yī Chén spat out another mouthful of blood.