Metamorphosis

  Yi Chen left Ouf at Laze's place and didn't stay for long, exchanging a few pleasantries with some familiar faces who came to play ball. He smiled and walked out. As soon as he got into his car, Yi Chen started cursing: "Laze that son of a bitch, last time I gave him 3 million to spend, this time he actually told me it's all gone. Phil, in two days, send him another 5 million, does he think I'm a mint? That bastard, I recommended Ouf to him and he wasn't even grateful... Ugh, doesn't he remember the photos of him with prostitutes are still in my hands? Damn it, when he's no longer useful, get rid of him for me."

  Phil nodded and started the car.

  Yi Chen suddenly burst out laughing: "Haha, we've been back for two days, but we've all forgotten our beloved Chekhov! His precious butt, I wonder if the injury has healed a bit... Gentlemen, that little guy loves money, let's go collect some cash and make him sleep on it, poor kid."

  Phil and Goll burst out laughing and sped up towards Chinatown.

  Yi Chen walked upstairs when Jester was sitting on the couch, with a big hemp in his mouth, staring at a large pile of flying knives in front of him. Feili rolled her eyes and sat beside him flipping through several magazines. When she saw Yi Chen coming in, she quickly stood up and rushed into his arms, laughing and saying: "I don't know what's wrong with Chekhov's brain, he had people bring a big pile of knife blades here these days, hmm... Is he going to participate in the World Championships or something? But there's only the Flying Dart Championship."

  Yi Chen walked over, picked up a blade and examined it carefully. It was made of high-quality steel, extremely thin, almost as thin as a razor blade, no more than five centimeters long and about one centimeter wide, with an overall shape like a willow leaf. Yi Chen shook his head: "What is this kid doing? This light blade can't even fly out... it requires strong wrist strength and accuracy... Hmm, where is he?"

  Fiona shook her head and said helplessly: "You've been back for two days, but you haven't seen him. Chekhov says he has something to tell you, but only to one person."

  Yi Chen smiled: "Is he going to tell me that he can throw these blades to kill people? Where is he now?"

  Jester yawned: "Him? He's in the computer room, don't know who's server he's taken a fancy to this time and is attacking like crazy. Alas, it's just that bit of armor and sword from the game, yet there are actually idiots buying them from him, damn it..."

  Yi Chen helplessly sat down on the sofa, pointing at Phil and saying: "Bring him over, Mr. Phil, I want to see what Chekhov wants to say? Why so mysterious? Insisting on seeing me before speaking out?"

  Phil walked towards the elevator in the corner of the house with a smile. The new Chinatown was converted from the former nightclub of some boss, and there were already many secret passages and rooms. Yidun and others had also opened up some new rooms according to their own needs.

  Yi Chen lightly tossed the knife in his hand, and a weak airflow blew it, making it tumble in the air. Yi Chen was thinking that Chekhov might have been taken away by the Military Intelligence Six Agency's agents too fiercely, and his head was a bit dizzy, so he actually started playing with the knife... But looking at him still attacking other people's game servers, it can be seen that he is still sober, what's wrong with this kid?

  While thinking, Chekhov carefully followed Phil up, wearing a pair of oversized shorts on his lower body, with his waist facing forward, being very careful not to rub the wound and gauze on his buttocks against his pants.

  Yi Chen laughed: "Chekhov, your spirit looks good, ah, you actually started playing with knives, has the trend of this world changed again? Should I start playing with nuclear warheads?"

  Chekhov saw Yichen, excitedly rushed over, Fei Li's eyes chilled and hummed. Chekhov heard the humming sound, hastily stopped in his tracks, whispered to Fei Li: "Dear miss, I'm not a woman... The boss won't like me, you're too..." Fei Li's eyes widened, Chekhov hastily shook his head, changed the subject, extremely excitedly said to Yichen: "Boss, I suddenly discovered that I, Chekhov, am a genius, really, I truly am a genius, it's so amazing... But I won't tell that bastard Jester, I must let you know first, I, Chekhov, am not a useless person either."

  Yi Chen laughed: "Alright, alright, what did you find out? Did you hack into the Federal Bank of America's system or something? Well, in that case, congratulations are really in order... Oh my god..."

  Yi Chen's words were not finished, Chekhov had already eagerly offered his treasure. His eyes narrowed slightly, staring tightly at the more than 30 flying knife pieces on the table. A faint blue ripple suddenly appeared from his forehead, and those flying knives slowly rose into the air, then began to rapidly fly and strike in mid-air. The speed gradually increased, producing a whistling sound as they broke through the air. Chekhov's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he let out a loud roar. Those knife pieces flew like a silver rainbow, making a "whooshing" sound like a violent rainstorm hitting pear blossoms. They entered the door, nearly three centimeters deep, with the knife tails trembling slightly, producing a humming noise.

  Just as the knife was about to fly out, Yi Chen, Fei Li, and Jie Si Te had already stood up, unable to hold back. The eyes of Fei Er, Ge Er, and a group of black men were getting wider and wider, until in the end, all that could be seen was the whites of their eyes with a tiny black dot staring at Chikov, extremely comical.

  Chekhov's forehead was sweating, and he panted: "Boss, I've been practicing the kung fu you taught me... Ah ha, I'm a genius! More than half a month has passed, right? Ah, what do you think of my skills? Ha, Chekhov..."

  Yi Chen had already flashed to his side, grabbing his wrist pulse with both hands. A stream of true yuan entered Chekhov's body, beginning to explore the situation inside. Yi Chen was shocked to discover that Chekhov's body had already formed a primitive star power circulation, with weak but persistent true yuan slowly flowing in his dantian; at the same time, unlike Fei Li, Jie Si Te, Fei Er, and Ge Er's innate ability to control natural forces, Chekhov's brain was particularly well-developed. Under the stimulation of true yuan force, he had developed the ability to remotely control objects. From his performance earlier, it was clear that his strength should not be underestimated by ordinary people.

  Jester approached cautiously and asked in a low voice, "Boss, is Chekhov okay? Has he been possessed by the devil or something? Dammit God, he's only practiced for a few days? I spent an entire month just to get the most basic True Yuan power, how could he?"

  "Hey, buddies... hey, boss! How's my training? Is this also a superpower?"

  "Alas, poor Chekhov..."

  Chekhov was stunned: "Boss, don't scare me, did something happen to me? You said that 'zouhuorumo' (Chinese pinyin) is the most terrifying thing, did I...".

  Yi Chen smiled and gently patted his face: "No, Mr. Chekhov, I'm saying you're pitiful... I'm telling you with great reluctance that from today on, you'll bid farewell to your previous life. There will be no more strong liquor, drugs, or countless women in your life. I'll put you through a devilish hell-like training tailored to your talent... You'll practice with me from now on because your talent is truly astonishing. If you were just an ordinary person, merely a formidable computer hacker, I could let you waste your life. But since you have such great talent, I must save you from degeneration..."

  Yi Chen reached into Chekhov's jacket pocket and pulled out a small bundle of marijuana, handing it to Jester, who smiled as he accepted it, gloating at Chekhov.

  "Ah, no, boss! You can't do this! Without hashish, wine and women, life would be impossible!"

  He slapped him hard on the ear: "Damn it, you asked me to teach you yourself, and you swore to become a strong man who would no longer be bullied by others. Are you going to give up like this? Can you compare with Jester? His talent is physical, his decadent life won't hurt his physique, but your talent lies in your well-developed brain, your body is terrible... From now on, I will use two hours every night to help you recover that bad body. Once you reach Jester's level, I won't care about your private life anymore, got it?"

  Chekhov scowled, gazing longingly at the marijuana in Jest's hand. Jest wickedly waved the marijuana, pulled out a joint, lit it with great relish, and took a deep drag.

  "Alright, boss... I said I wanted to be a respected man, and I stand by my words, boss... But half a bottle of vodka every day? I'm used to three bottles a day now."

  "Only one glass, Chekhov," the icy voice said. "Just one glass, but I will allow you to have a little red wine with your meal, that's all, no room for negotiation."

  Looking at Chekhov's mournful face, Yichun was delighted to the point of almost laughing out loud. Those blades could penetrate the thick oak door so deeply, it was clear how powerful the force attached to them was... Yichun seemed to have seen that under Chekhov's control, a sharp blade pierced someone's heart from thousands of meters away, and that brilliant blood flower bloomed - what a treasure, Chekhov! Yichun began to regret neglecting this little runt in the past. Hmm, Kayne, if he also started practicing 'Shattered Star' technique, I wonder what kind of wonderful scene it would be.

  Last time when teaching Jester, Cain refused with the excuse that his brain was too stupid and he couldn't understand the incantation. Now that he knows about Transmission, let's force Cain to start practicing, the more powerful subordinates, the better.

  A corner of Buckingham Palace, a lavishly decorated large room, Arthur lay weakly on the bed, with three Knights of the Round Table guarding beside him. In the room, a tall and thin man paced back and forth, sighing and saying: "Duke Arthur, what do you think we should do? That person's goal is definitely our royal family's treasure. I may not care about the loss of property after those treasures are stolen, but I have to pay attention to our royal reputation, you know? That is the symbol of our royal family."

  Arthur smiled wryly: "Your Majesty, they are no ordinary people either."

  The man pacing back and forth in the room is none other than the current King of England, Charles.

  Three of the Round Table knights remained silent, anyway it wasn't their turn to speak. Arthur struggled to prop himself up, leaning against the large pile of soft cushions on the headboard, and said in a low voice: "These people are much more difficult to deal with than the thieves we used to handle. They not only have an extremely powerful expert, but also quickly discovered our weakness and even used sniper rifles against me... Before I could summon the sword from the stone, my abilities were only slightly stronger than those of ordinary people. The holy power in our bodies cannot be released for attack or defense. They are very difficult to deal with."

  "Charles frowned: 'Arthur, my dear Arthur, what then do you propose? Am I to ask the Ministry of Defence to assemble troops to guard the Tower of London?'"

  Arthur shook his head resolutely: "No, I can take down an army of a thousand men alone, and so can he. An army? It's useless, and it's easy to let the civilians know something they shouldn't."

  Charles threw up his hands in despair: "Well, we've lost those treasures."

  Arthur smiled: "No, you've forgotten? There are still twelve Knights of the Round Table, they can resist that person's, absolutely. Since the twelve Knights of the Round Table can join forces to defeat me, then they can even more so defeat that person... At the same time, I will go to Scotland."

  Charles stared at him blankly: "Scotland? Can your current body hold up? And what's the point of going to Scotland?"

  Arthur looked up at the sky: "Before King Arthur died, he placed some things on a highland in Scotland. I'm going to go get those things back, they're items that can make me even stronger... Of course, the most important one is the soul of Excalibur. What I'm using now is just the body of Excalibur, without its soul, Excalibur cannot exert its strongest power."

  "Charles pondered for a moment: 'Are you certain?'"

  Arthur nodded, smiling and said: "Please prepare a special plane for me? I need two reliable pilots who won't talk nonsense. I'm ready to set off for Scotland immediately. We don't have time to waste. Who knows when they'll be back?"

  Charles nodded and left without saying anything else.

  "Sir, are you going alone like this?"

  Arthur shrugged helplessly: "You twelve are the best coordinated team, lacking one person, you can't exert your greatest strength, wait for me to come back, be careful, that person is extremely formidable, he has some strange instruments, can easily injure us, must be careful."

  Three Round Table knights nodded respectfully, but in their hearts, the honor of being the noblest knight made them unable to raise any vigilance against Yidun. If the enemy was really very powerful, why would they use a sniper rifle to deal with their own lord? There is only one explanation, they are too weak, they are despicable little people, they dare not confront us head-on, such enemies, we can easily crush them.

  Yamaguchi Ki was drinking tea in the teahouse, while that young man was calmly feeding fish by the pond. It seemed like wherever Yamaguchi Ki went, he would be there too, and those incredibly valuable koi fish were almost his most treasured possessions. The long sword emitting a faint black glow still floated three meters behind him.

  Yamaguchi Ki lightly sipped, waved his hand to let all the maids and servants leave, leaving only the young man ten meters away, throwing fish food into the pond.

  "Cherry, there's news from England, and it's very bad."

  Sakura turned around, revealing an eerie smile: "Is it that the Five Elements Alliance and those clan ninjas were completely annihilated? What great news."

  Yamaguchi let out a sigh: "If they had all died, it would have been a good thing. Unfortunately, our 100 special ninjas were all killed, and not one of the Five Elements Alliance members survived. On the other hand, those flow ninjas... Ah, Koka's Takakura escaped with over 100 ninjas. The three old men of Koka's Three Tigers were actually killed in one move, humph."

  Sakura tilted her head: "So, who did it? The British army wouldn't cause such harm, would they? Or rather, if the British were to mobilize their troops, that would be their misfortune."

  Yamaguchi gritted his teeth and said, "The Shina people, the information sent back by Takao Okamura said that it was those Shina factions who launched a massive counterattack. We had so many masters, but we didn't even have the strength to fight back, and were wiped out."

  Sakura suddenly burst out laughing: "Are the Japanese sects really that powerful? It's really strange, if they were really that powerful, 70 years ago, why didn't we see them make a move?"

  Yamaguchi's eyes were cold as he looked at him: "Sakura, remember this for me, never underestimate the Chinese. Those monks, if it wasn't for the heavenly calamity that befell them seventy years ago, do you think we would be able to roam their lands? ... Ise no Saburō himself said that when they encountered a monk, they shouldn't have provoked him during the massacre, and as a result, he was struck by a single sword and nearly died."

  Sakura frowned: "But those three old men finally boasted that they chased and killed that person for thousands of miles, are they fake again?"

  Yamaguchi glanced at him sideways: "The actual situation is that when that person was resisting the heavenly calamity, he was ambushed by three old ghosts, severely injured and escaped for a thousand miles, and the three old ghosts couldn't catch up with him."

  Sakura smiled: "Is that monk an idiot? The heavenly calamity is approaching, yet he's still wandering around outside."

  Yamaguchi took a sip of tea: "No need to say more, it's just that their skills are too high, and they don't even care about the ordinary hundred-year heavenly tribulation... Hmph, anyway, everyone is dead, and we're sure it was those Chinese who did it. Now we need to think about how to deal with this."

  "Kill him?"

  Yamaguchi almost burst out laughing: "Are you crazy? Unless Japan and China go to war, there might still be a chance of winning, but our Chrysanthemum's various schools' attacks on Chinese cultivators are all dead ends... Don't forget, the source of our spells is just those two not very powerful sects, and it's just the introductory incantations from their scriptures... Hmph, that stupid thief who stole the incantation, couldn't he steal something a bit more advanced? I heard that some Chinese cultivators can cultivate to the point of ascending to immortality, but in Japan, we've never even heard of anyone reaching that level... Hmph."

  Sakura threw all the fish food into the water: "You haven't said how to deal with it yet?"

  Yamaguchi was taken aback, damn it, didn't you change the subject? How did it end up on my head again? He muttered: "You go to England, lead our 200 people from Fenglin Huoshan, and take an open route to England. We can't risk it anymore, our smuggling route must be opened as soon as possible."

  Sakura nodded and stood up: "When I go to the UK, is it Yamaguchi who listens to me or do I listen to Yamaguchi? Hmm? Master or Father."

  Yamaguchi's face sank: "What did you say? Ba Ga... Of course, listen to my useless younger brother... Although he is incompetent, his experience is much more than yours. Young man, learn to be humble and understand the way of human relationships."

  Sakura muttered in dissatisfaction, saying in a low voice: "Is that so? You want me to bow my head to that incompetent fool? Of course, I'm just a bastard child. If you can take me back to the Yamaguchi family, I'll be eternally grateful."

  Yamaguchi's figure flashed and he rushed in front of him, slapping his face fiercely: "Ba Ga, what did you say?"

  "He suddenly said in a low voice: 'Sorry, Sakura... But I want you to understand, I acknowledge your identity, you are my only child, you know... Work hard from now on, I swear to the great god, this family will be yours in the future.'"

  "So, what about my uncle?"

  "Who is he? I need him to handle outside affairs, so I promised him that he would be the successor of our family. Understand? Fool... I have already added your name to the family tree and destined you as my direct heir. Don't I want to leave the position to my only son?"

  "Sakura smiled warmly: 'Alright, I'll go to London and obediently listen to my incompetent uncle's teachings. But I want many masters, hmm, no hiding secrets okay? Feng Lin Huo Shan, all the masters you can find, let me take them with me. Anyway, staying in Japan is useless.'"

  Yamaguchi shook his head: "Two hundred special ninjas and senior ninjas, those top-notch masters can't let you take away, we want to keep them, suppress the Wu Xing Alliance people, hum..."

  "Sakura shook her head: 'Then I won't go, a single ordinary bullet can kill me, and I didn't think my strength could withstand modernized weapons. The British can take me down with just two heavy machine guns... At that time, you will be extinct, Father.'"

  Yamaguchi was taken aback, sank into deep thought for a long time, and nodded fiercely: "Hachiga, you bastard... Alright, follow me... I'll give you the power... But remember, your actions must be worthy of what I'm giving you today."

  Sakura smiled: "Oh... Is there still a secret I don't know within 'Lin'?"

  Yamaguchi Moku let out a cold snort: "I've told you before, you're still young... Come with me."

  In the vast building complex, Yamaguchi Moku arrived at a remote small building with Sakura's seven twists and turns, and walked in with big strides. Yamaguchi Moku closed his eyes, and a circle of pale white light gradually emerged from his body, gathering into a white gas that shot towards the ground. The ground sank entirely, and a descending staircase slowly appeared.

  Sakura was stunned for a moment: "Use the oni on her own body to open the hidden door?"

  "So only the master of 'Lin' can open it, and others, even if they know about the secret room, have no way to get in."

  Sakura snorted with laughter: "So, I can just hire an excavator and get whatever's inside... if I knew the hidden room existed."

  Yamaguchi was taken aback, and then bellowed: "Baka! As a warrior and an onmyouji, is this the kind of behavior you should be exhibiting?! You damn fool, this kind of locked room can only be opened with traditional methods, no cheating allowed!"

  "Sakura said, 'Please, it's already the 20th century. If there are more convenient and labor-saving ways, why must we force ourselves? A thousand years ago, people could only kill with knives, but now we can use guns. Father, the times have changed.'"

  Yamaguchi Kizuki was so angry that he almost choked to death. He flung his sleeves in a temper and stormed off with Sakura.

  Below is a large cubic space, a black lacquered helmet floats in the center position, and a sword shadow floats in front of the helmet. The two objects look like they are just a light shadow, without any physical body.

  Yamaguchi Kizuki said in a low voice, "The demonic sword you're using is called 'Killing Moon'. The sword shadow here is its spirit. And this armor was used by Oda Nobunaga back then. He became known as the 'Sixth Heaven Demon King' because of it... Now, according to the technique I taught you, put them away."

  Sakura circled around the armor and sword shadow twice, saying with a bit of doubt: "Is this also a ghost?"

  Yamaguchi shook his head: "It is, and it isn't... Anyway, it's a very strange thing, you try it."

  "Sakura continued to ask him: 'Isn't it dangerous?'"

  "Yamaguchi Moku laughed: 'Do you think I would kill my only son?'"

  Sakura nodded and thought for a moment before saying: "Well, you won't know. So, let's start."

  According to the traditional Japanese Yin-Yang magic, Sakura started chanting a strange incantation. The treasure sword behind him suddenly trembled violently and let out a mournful howl, while its shadow twisted and turned continuously. The sword and its shadow flew rapidly around, striking in all directions before merging into one. After fusing with his soul, the long sword transformed into a faint, transparent streak of light, seemingly without substance. A surge of powerful dark energy emanated from the sword.

  Yamaguchi Maki smiled wryly: " 'Killing Moon' has revived... So now it's..."

  That suit of armor's phantom didn't move at all initially, until Sakura was already drenched in sweat, her spiritual and physical strength had reached their lowest point, and she was unable to continue reciting the incantation. At that moment, it suddenly dispersed into over a hundred black light shadows that charged into Sakura's body. Sakura let out a miserable cry, feeling as if countless poisonous snakes were biting inside her, the pain was unbearable. A black light enveloped him, his figure began to twist and contort.

  After a long time, Sakura's miserable cry gradually subsided. He slowly walked out of the black light and shadow, his long hair scattered at his feet, with strange black gleams flashing in his eyes. In a low voice, he said: "Yes, you didn't deceive me. Very powerful strength... I really wonder if there is still someone in this world who can be my opponent?"

  Yamaguchi Mokichi shook his head slightly: "Forget it, Sakura. You also know that Oda Nobunaga didn't reach the position of Toyotomi Hideyoshi in the end, right? This armor isn't invincible."

  "Sakura smiled: 'At least it can give the British a headache, a very big headache, right?'"

  Yamaguchi nodded and smiled: "Yes, I believe that... My son, you do your best, maybe the whole chrysanthemum will be yours."

  Arthur supported himself onto the helicopter, a Round Table knight asked him in a low voice: "Sir, are you taking all of these items away?"

  Arthur shook his head: "No, we shouldn't disturb his rest... I just need to take away the War God's armor and the soul of the Stone Sword. Even if I'm seriously injured at that time, he won't be able to do anything that endangers our honor. I'll probably come back in three days, so you all must be careful within these three days."

  Twelve Knights of the Round Table nodded. In Japan, Sakura, who had obtained the power of 'Killing Moon' and all the powers of Mako, led two hundred special ninjas and senior ninjas to cross the sea.

  At this moment, Yichun was carefully supervising Chikov's meditation and qigong practice, helping him to use his own pure true yuan force to expel the harmful substances from his body, while also mobilizing the star power to fill his empty body. Yichun sighed helplessly, this kid's past life was too messy, resulting in an empty essence, if it wasn't for practicing the Tianxing Sect's mental method, he would have died by the age of 40 at the latest.

  The sound of Phil or Goll's footsteps came from the door of the training room, he didn't dare to come in, but apparently had something important to report, and was pacing back and forth at the door with some anxiety.

  Yi Chen forced out a ball of true yuan, letting it transform into a sphere that slowly flowed within Chekhov's body. He himself lightly walked out the door and closed the practice room door behind him, asking in a low voice: "What's going on?"

  "Phil hastily lowered his voice: 'There's been a reply to our last commission.'"

  Yi Chen smiled: "Is Arthur dead?"

  Phil shook his head: "Seriously injured, and that unlucky organization lost three top snipers... Arthur was supposed to be a goner, but there were three Chinese people on the scene who reminded him, and he dodged the bullet... That's what the people from the organization reported. Maybe he was lucky and made it through emergency treatment at the hospital."

  Yi Chen had an uncomfortable feeling: "Who are those three Chinese people?"

  Phil's face took on a peculiar expression: "They attended those intelligence people's gatherings... Ah, you know now, in London City, just the three of them."

  Yi Chen weakly slapped his forehead and groaned, "Damn it, One Yang, you bunch of little bastards... You really know how to ruin my good deeds... Not helping someone in need is not right, but you have to see who you're saving... Even if you save a dog, it's better than saving Arthur..."

  Yi Chen pouted: "Arthur is seriously injured?"

  Phil nodded.

  Yi Chen smiled: "So, he won't be a threat to us for a while. In a few days, after I get news from the Earl of White Jade, I'll make my move again... Ah ha, I wonder if anyone can still stop me now. Of course, Phil, continue to hire gunmen to hunt down Arthur and finish him off thoroughly. I don't want someone as powerful as him, who belongs to the official side, the world of light, to exist in London City."

  Phil nodded and walked away with a smile.

  Yi Chen suddenly had a very interesting premonition, his mind had been getting closer to emptiness recently, although it was still far from reaching the level of Tian Xinzi's ability to discern heavenly secrets, but he could already vaguely anticipate some things... Yes, something very interesting is about to happen.