Magicparty（1）

  Qingcheng Mountain, wisps of white mist floated gently in the valley. Then, two black shadows that emerged from underground stirred up these faint mists into a mess. The two stood still for a moment, looking around slightly, and then darted towards a small path on the mountain waist like arrows.

  Just as they were about to enter the Taoist temple, a wooden staff stretched out from the side and lightly tapped the knees of the two unlucky men. The two black shadows had too much momentum, and with a softening of their feet, they tumbled and fell into the "Dunshi Temple". Old Yang chuckled and poked his head out from behind the tree at the entrance, rolling his tongue outside and scolding the two uniformed disciples: "Little monkeys, no manners at all, why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you, uh, aren't you going to that security bureau or something? Why have you come back?"

  The two men got up from the ground in a sorry state, ignoring the jeers of the several young sweepers beside them. They walked to Yang Lao and replied: "Yang Lao is well. It was the Master who ordered us to investigate the news about those ninjas. We just received some information, so we rushed back."

  Yang Old was stunned for a moment, stroking his long beard under his chin, muttering to himself: "Has Kong Tian not killed enough yet? However, it's also true that our ancestors from a thousand years ago told us to eradicate them completely. Alright, you guys go see the sect leader, I'll go find some friends." After finishing speaking, Yang Old suddenly darted into a large tree beside him, disappearing without a trace.

  Two disciples of the Tuen Ngai Sect exchanged bitter smiles, wondering who they had offended. They were originally carrying out the orders of their master, but now they had made a big fool of themselves at the main gate.

  Kong Tian Lao Dao still sat under the old tree in the backyard, in front of the chessboard, with Huo Zhen Ren sitting across from him, his entire body engulfed in flames. The two had been arguing over whether a single move could be taken back for an entire morning, but for cultivators, time was abundant, so wasting some didn't matter.

  Seeing the two disciples coming in, Kong Tian Lao Dao pushed away Huo Zhen Ren's hand and said with a scowl: "Don't think that I didn't know about your mischief last time. Make another move, and I'll go to your Shixiong's place to tell on you." Huo Zhen Ren muttered: "Is this still considered the leader of a sect? So petty, so petty. Not even allowing one single move?"

  Kong Tian Lao Dao didn't bother to reason with him, and instead turned to ask the two door guards who were kneeling on the ground: "Enough of this nonsense, how's the investigation going? You guys are supposed to be helping with intelligence gathering, shouldn't it be easy to get some information?"

  The disciple on the left hurriedly stood up, pulled up his junior brother beside him with one hand, and respectfully replied: "Master, through the channels of our fraternal departments, we learned that those people we killed were all subordinates of a Japanese organization called Yamaguchi-gumi. The situation before and after is clear."

  Two people truthfully reported to the Old Heavenly Master, and Huo Zhenren's knocking on the chess piece became faster and faster. By the time the two Xuantian Sect members finished their report, Huo Zhenren had already crushed the chess piece into powder. He loudly said to the Old Heavenly Master: "I'm saying, what are you doing? Are you going to go to someone else's territory to hunt down others?"

  Kong Tian Lao Dao stood up, his hands behind his back, his large sleeves rolled up, and glared with his eyes: "Why can't we? A thousand years ago, they dared to come to our territory to steal the classics of our sect. Can't we go to their territory a thousand years later to exterminate these rebels?"

  Huoren revealed a strange smile: "But didn't you hear what your junior brother said? They said upstairs that we're not allowed to make too much noise, what do we do? Should we launch the 'Flying Heaven Escape Armor' and kill our way into their territory? Alas... Last time, Yichenzi didn't clarify things clearly, if he had explained earlier that the sect on that island was called something else, we could have killed them directly. Now we're going to trouble those Taoist friends again."

  Kong Tian Lao Dao snorted, "Trouble them? No need. Haven't you seen what happened last time, old monkey? It was all over the place, and in the end, we made a big move, but they were no match for us. One Ming De Lao Dao almost wiped them out single-handedly. This time, just sending 100 people from our two sects will be enough."

  The flames on Huo Zhenren's body suddenly surged and extinguished, and he nodded: "This is also good... Otherwise, owing too many favors would not be good either. In the future, it will be difficult for the disciples under our door to bear. Let's go to that island nation in the east?"

  The old Taoist in the sky laughed and said, "Haven't you heard? The leaders of their sect don't know why they want to go to that place called New York, so we'll just follow them. On someone else's territory, no matter what, they are the local snakes. I don't want to fight hard with them, get rid of these rebel leaders, and retrieve our scriptures. As a monk, one shouldn't kill excessively."

  Huoren burst out laughing, a cloud of fire rose from the ground and flew towards his own mountain gate.

  The Heaven and Earth Sect's leader bent his fingers to start calculating which disciples should follow him in the past. Yang Lao had already emerged from underground with a head full of gray soil, shouting loudly: "Sect Leader, are we preparing to set off? I've brought Tian Lei Zi along."

  Tianlei Zi rolled up a streak of silver light from the sky, followed by seven beast spirits behind him, and said with a smile: "Master has closed his door again, I'm here to disturb you, haha."

  London, Skell, Murphy and Hagen were barely able to move, but they insisted that Arthur take them out of the sanatorium. Arthur hesitated, after consulting with the doctor, thinking: "Since there's no major problem now, relying on their own holy power, nothing should happen to them... Hmm, going out is fine."

  Four people got into a car that came to pick them up, with one security vehicle following in front and another behind. About thirty meters back, two small sedans, one black and one yellow, quietly followed.

  The convoy had been driving for less than a minute when Arthur felt something was off, a faint sense of killing intent seemed to be coming from behind. He had just turned his head to look back through the car window when two rocket-propelled grenades were fired from the compartments of the two cars behind, hurtling towards the vehicle carrying Arthur and the other three.

  Arthur yelled, "Get out of the way!" With a flash of his hand, the stone sword whirred and split open the entire car shed. He dragged Hagen, who was badly injured, and jumped out. Murphy and Skerl barely managed to jump out, rolling around on the road in disarray, almost getting hit by a security car behind them. Their vehicle exploded, with debris flying everywhere, flames bursting forth, and Arthur felt like he was being roasted alive as the blast wave heavily buffeted him, causing his strength to wane, and he was dragged down by Hagen's weight.

  Arthur shielded Hagen as they rolled on the ground, two security cars screeched to a halt one after another, seven bodyguards from the British Royal Guard rushed down with small-caliber assault rifles at the ready, preparing to open fire. Meanwhile, over a dozen masked men burst out of the alleyway, their assault rifles spewing intense flames, and three bodyguards were caught off guard and shot full of holes.

  Arthur roared, "Murphy, support Sker and walk towards them, they are charging at us." Arthur's head was muddled, and he couldn't help but say a useless sentence. With everyone making such a big deal, who else could they be charging at?

  The killer organization hired by Yì Chén last time to take out Arthur was taken down by Arthur's subordinates, who killed three of their top snipers. The organization had long said they wouldn't let the matter drop, and with Yì Chén adding an extra bonus, now is the perfect opportunity for them to come after Arthur.

  A shell burst towards Arthur and his companions as they fled in disarray. Arthur heard the faint sound of it piercing the air, and immediately swung his sword to slash it down. He didn't care about the so-called shocking and astonishing nonsense, a white sword light shattered the shell into powder before it exploded.

  The assassin who fired the bullet was stunned, what kind of weapon did that blonde kid use? Was it a laser gun secretly developed by Britain? But he would never get an answer again, for the bodyguard from the Royal Guard had already shot out blossoms of blood in his heart.

  One of the remaining four bodyguards crawled forward, his view blocked by a vehicle next to him, unable to see the gunmen on the right side of the road. As soon as he poked his head out from behind the car, at least five assault rifles fired at him, forcing him to duck back down.

  Eight gunmen stayed on the scene, slowly dealing with the four bodyguards. The other gunmen and two cars sped after Arthur's group, rushing into the alleyway they had dodged into. The road was lined with high walls on both sides, with only a narrow path of less than three meters in the middle. Faintly visible were the silhouettes of four people running desperately ahead.

  The killers let out a low, muffled laugh, not noticing how their companion had just died. The unlucky guy was stunned by Arthur's sword light and was killed by the four bodyguards. In their minds, those four guys were dead meat, and their bounty was also in the bag.

  Arthur suddenly stopped and said in a low voice: "You retreat, we can't escape like this. If our energy is exhausted, we will be dead."

  "Sker looked at him worriedly: 'Your physical strength, can you afford to draw your sword? Arthur, I'm sorry, we...'"

  Arthur let out a low growl: "Nonsense, it's because I asked you to help me that you got hurt. What nonsense are you talking about now?" He slowly raised his Stone Sword above his head, closing his eyes. The three Skerols took a few steps back in concern, already prepared to summon their Holy Artifacts if things went awry.

  Two cars and several assassins sprinting in big strides chased after, only twenty meters away, the assassins' fingers were already on the triggers. Arthur exhaled loudly, let out a loud roar, and swiftly slashed out over a hundred swords. The sword moves were fast, but the sword light emitted from the sword seemed to be frozen in mid-air, with arc-shaped white lights suspended stiffly in the air.

  The black sedan in front slammed on the brakes, and the assassins inside stared at the unbelievable scene in front of them with their eyes wide open. The yellow sedan behind crashed into it, and a little further back, those sprinting assassins also stopped dead in their tracks.

  Arthur had already swung his last sword, this sword's sword aura brought out hundreds of sword lights in front, a faint white dragon whirlwind roared and rolled out, on the ground, a ditch more than 10 meters wide and 50 centimeters deep extended forward with the dragon whirlwind.

  The whistling sword wind easily tore through two cars, and also easily tore through the assassins behind them. Arthur spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell to the ground with his head down. Sker and the others rushed over, barely managed to infuse him with some holy power, gritted their teeth in anger, hugged Arthur and ran towards the end of this road...

  Sakura received the message two hours after the incident, and his expression changed slightly as he was nursing his wounds. Would those arrogant knights think it was their own doing? After all, in the last London Tower incident, no one knew who had taken advantage of them, and they ended up shouldering the blame... Sakura thought for less than a minute before taking his subordinates to visit Yichun.

  The leader of the gang in Chinatown reluctantly told Sakura, "Sorry, the boss has gone to New York. He said he's visiting a good friend. Didn't he tell you?"

  Cherry sighed, Yi Chen had left, and she really didn't have a clue what to do. Fine, you've gone to New York, then I'll go too. Anyway, London has been chaotic lately, I'll wait until things calm down a bit before coming back.

  New York airport, four batches of people destined to meet by chance generally.

  A scarlet-clad warrior, Sakura, led a group of over twenty special jounin into the customs area. Next to them in another customs passage, Yamato, dressed in a kimono, quietly asked, "Sakura, what brings you to New York?"

  Sakura turned around in surprise and stuttered: "Team leader, this... I have some questions. Can we go to New York to discuss with our cooperative partner?"

  The two of them stopped and talked here, behind which came a rude and unreasonable voice: "Get out of the way, don't block our path."

  Yamaguchi Moku and the chrysanthemums, along with their subordinates, turned around to look back, but it was thirteen middle-aged men with pale faces, their hair also an eerie grayish-white color, staring at them with flashing eyes. And the group of people behind them, no matter how they looked, seemed to be emitting a ghostly aura, especially Yamaguchi Moku and several elder chrysanthemums, who felt a strong dark energy emanating from them. Yet, they were all dressed in luxurious attire, exuding an air of nobility with every gesture.

  Yamaguchi's castle was deep and profound, smiling, with a hint of apology, nodded and said: "Gentlemen, sorry, it's our fault." He spoke up, and the chrysanthemum crowd also had nothing to say, only urging the customs personnel to speed up the inspection.

  Things over here aren't settled yet, and from behind came the sound of laughter and chatter. Tian Lei Zi brought two disciples from the Xun Jia Sect, with the Seven Beast Spirit swaggering along behind them. Tian Lei Zi had changed into a light brown Zhongshan suit, but no matter how you looked at it, it just didn't seem right. Tian Lei Zi chuckled and said: "This big fellow is what, an airplane? It's a bit too slow, isn't it? Hmm, hmm? What's going on here? Are we still handing things over to Xiao Ben Ben? I don't know what to do!" Tian Lei Zi had taken the initiative to bring two disciples from the Xun Jia Sect who were serving in the Security Department to fight as vanguards.

  Two disciples of Tuantuo Zong smiled bitterly, "If you didn't have a passport, how would you get on the plane in Chengdu?"

  Tian Lei Zi swept a glance at the chrysanthemum person, his heart slightly trembling, and excitedly muttered to himself: "Master Dao, I'm just lucky, I've only just arrived here and I've already run into the main master. Should we make our move now?" As he thought this, Tian Lei Zi's hand had already reached out, but the result was that two disciples from the Xun Jia Sect were forcibly holding onto his hand, almost dragging him away to another exit passage.

  Yamaguchi Mokuto, the chrysanthemum elder, also furrowed his brow. What's with these ten guys? There's something strange about them...

  When it was their turn, trouble came. The two batches of people from the Chrysanthemum faction passed by smoothly, but when it was the turn of those thirteen strange men, the police lights flashed and the leader was luckily selected for inspection and DNA sampling. On this side, Tianlei Zi and Hul Ling enjoyed this honor.

  The disciples of Tuan Jia Zong all changed their faces, you can check it out, Tian Lei Zi and Hu Ling don't care, but what about keeping DNA samples? After all, they are working in the security department, those real special agents have also taught them a lot of modern things. This Hu Ling is just a human-like appearance, DNA sample... Is it a tiger's or a human's? Or is it a hybrid of both? Who knows?

  On the other side, the thirteen weirdos were looking at the airport security personnel with indifference and said indifferently: "Check us? No way, what are you?" The group of more than a hundred people behind them had already quietly surrounded them, without giving any face to the US government.

  Fortunately, the relief team arrived. A group of more than 20 elegant-looking people rushed over, accompanied by the head of the airport's security department, who laughed loudly from a distance: "Mr. Philippe, welcome, welcome."

  The security guard started to scold in a low voice: "They are guests of the Dutch Philips family, where do you have such impoliteness? They absolutely have no problem, they come to discuss trade issues with our New York City, let them go. You go and take care of those Chinese people over there."

  The thirteen grand dukes of the Philippe family proudly snorted a few times, and with a group of high-ranking family members, they walked away coolly. The airport security guards, who had nowhere to vent their pent-up anger, directed all their fire at Tianlei and his companions. Two disciples of the Xun Jia Sect watched as Tiger Spirit had several milliliters of blood drawn from him, and the syringe's target was again aimed at Bear Spirit and his friends. With no other choice, they dialed the phone number of their superior that they had obtained when they came out. As a result, a car from the Chinese Consulate in New York rushed over at top speed and took everyone away.

  Tianlei Zi muttered in a low voice, "Alas, are you afraid that the blood of Hu Ling and others is problematic? But now the blood is already in someone else's hands. You're looking for... ah, looking for people from the consulate, what if they find some problem during inspection, won't it bring trouble to the consulate?"

  Two disciples of the Tuan Jia Sect were like five thunderbolts striking the top, and in an instant they were stunned on the carriage. Tian Lei Zi watched with a mixture of surprise and delight at the two young ones' dumbfounded expressions, humming a mountain tune from Emei Mountain, without any intention of helping them solve their problem... Heh heh, look at you, Old Bull Nose, still daring to eat my chess piece? This time I'll leave some trouble for you, solve it yourself.

  Yamaguchi pulled Sakura into the vehicle that had come to greet them, and as soon as it started moving, he asked her in a hurry, "Why did you bring someone to New York?"

  Sakura smiled wryly, under Yamaguchi's overwhelming pressure, he honestly told everything.

  "Eight trigrams, useless thing! I thought you were finally useful and could grasp the power of one side, so I let you drive out that incompetent guy from Yamaguchi. But you can't even make up your mind about this little matter? How can I trust you with our business in the future? Eight trigrams..." He slapped Sakura several times, and Sakura cowered to the ground, repeatedly saying "Hai, hai".

  The driver in front was startled and secretly turned his head to take a look, Yamaguchi Ki had already killed him with a sideways glance, this chrysanthemum in New York's small employee trembled all over, almost crashing into the rear of the car in front.

  "Leader, why have you come to New York? The British matter has already made great progress. You should stay in Tokyo to handle the affairs."

  Yamaguchi furrowed his brow: "Don't you know that the Chrysanthemum's triennial conference is about to be held again? Haven't you seen all the elders of the various factions arrive? This time we've chosen New York as the venue... We're tired of playing in Japan's famous scenic spots. Hmph, those old fogies from the Five Elements Alliance actually said they want to come to America to find women, damn it, bastards."

  Sakura didn't dare speak, lowering her head and intently staring at her wooden clogs.

  "Huh? What did you just say? The British affair has made great progress? Why didn't you inform me? What kind of progress is it? Hachiga, you bastard, do you think your wings have hardened? Do you think you can fly on your own and get rid of me?"

  Sakura shuddered all over, and stuttered out the story: "Our collaborator in London, that Chinese man, has bribed many British MPs, including the current acting Prime Minister of the UK's interim cabinet, as well as important figures like the Chancellor and Foreign Secretary. I've already given them $400 million, and they promised to use their power to make things convenient for us."

  Yamaguchi's mouth slowly curved into a smile, and he nodded lightly, saying: "Mmm, Sakura isn't a kid anymore, she knows how to plan ahead. You didn't leak a single word to headquarters, but you've already handled things this far... I think that when you talked to that Chinese person, you must have both said that you'd already obtained the consent of our top management at Kikuka, right?"

  Sakura didn't have any courage to resist, and nodded repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have acted on my own."

  Yamaguchi patted his shoulder heavily and said loudly, "No, you've done a great job! You were able to pull in connections with the British upper class? This is a huge achievement, the best performance among all the young people in Chrysanthemum this year... Sakura, I'm proud of you. Ah, what can the elders of Feng, Huo, and Shan say now? Do you know, if they help us smuggle cars, then our cars won't be smuggled at all, but completely legitimate, no risk at all! Sakura... Maybe at this meeting, I'll ask for a position for you within Chrysanthemum... Hmm, you did the right thing by not revealing anything, avoiding them from fighting over credit."

  Sakura smiled: "But, leader, I still have a lot of things... this... I haven't even told you about it..."

  Yamaguchi looked at him strangely: "You've only just gone to London, what kind of trouble can you get into?"

  Sakura smiled wryly: "I injured three senior knights of the Vatican, and a British royal noble... In order not to let them deal with me using official power, I followed that Chinese person, Yi Chen's idea, and wrote them a challenge letter... I told Yi Chen that I would have a large number of reinforcements coming over, but..."

  "However, you're thinking of using some excuse to gather more people before the duel, aren't you? Young man, after all, you're not reliable. Hmm, you need to learn to consider things carefully, relying solely on your own strength will get you into trouble. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you this time, your contribution is significant, and I won't punish you. But from now on, such incidents are absolutely not allowed to happen again, understood?"

  Sakura smiled and nodded repeatedly, but her heart was already filled with cold sweat. What she had previously told Yichen about having consulted the headquarters or receiving a large number of reinforcements were all lies.

  The two consulate staff members who came to pick up Tian Lei and the others smiled and asked, "Excuse me, where are you gentlemen planning to stay? If you don't have a good location, we can help you contact one."

  "Looks like it's time to find an inn, eh? Ah, the sky is getting dark indeed... Hey, little brother, help Master Dao find a more spacious place, I don't want any cramped and dimly lit shops."

  The tiger spirit, who was inexplicably drawn blood from, let out a depressed hum: "I've got the money, damn it, find the biggest store and get the best beef."

  The Seven Beasts' spirits gathered thousands of years' worth of treasures, this time following Tianlei down the mountain. I heard they're going to a place very far from Central Plains. The seven guys somehow got their brains short-circuited and brought out a few pieces of Han jade, forcing the disciples of Dunjia Sect at the foot of the mountain to sell them off. As a result, they swindled a huge sum of money, which is now coming in handy.

  Tianlei Zi laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed: "Alright, alright, let's have a big feast. Dào Yé, I'll get some wine ready."

  The staff of the two consulates almost popped their eyes out, what kind of people are these? Why do they speak so strangely? Inn? Oh my god, that's a term from many years ago! The two looked at each other and drove straight to the five-star hotel in downtown New York City.

  While Yī Chén and the others were also instructing the bellhop to send their luggage up to their rooms at the hotel entrance, Mì Xuě was leaning on Fēi Lì's body, laughing so hard that her eyes were almost closed, and the two of them were chattering excitedly.