After leaving the world of all NPCs

It's unclear what happened between him and Vulkan...

Thinking of this, apply slightly greater pressure to the soles of your feet.

Liliana's breathing became lighter, her cheek resting on the back of her hand, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows under her eyes.

"Woo..."

A barely audible sob escaped from the depths of his throat, but was quickly swallowed back.

Feeling the obedience and submission of the knight beneath him, Ye Zuochen was quite satisfied and said immediately, "Lily, is the Far East ready?"

Liliana had recovered from the shock. Although her legs were still unable to close, she was still able to speak. She immediately reported, "They temporarily moved the capital to Kyoto and reorganized the government. They replaced the royal family with the Great Miko Goddess as the head of Shintoism, and rebuilt the government with the surviving psychics as the backbone."

"Now I only ask that the king come and accept their allegiance."

At this point, Liliana's voice dropped slightly. "They seem to be planning to hold two allegiance ceremonies. The private allegiance will be between the head priestess Qing Qiuyuan and the remaining priestesses Yuan. They have all chosen young and beautiful girls..."

Ye Zuochen understood what she meant.

It is said to be a pledge of loyalty, but in fact it is an offering of beauty.

Moreover, the status of the main course is deliberately elevated to increase the interest.

"What about the other game?" Ye Zuochen asked.

Liliana hurriedly said, "The other is a more formal pledge of allegiance. They will use this as an excuse to gather all the forces in Japan and present you with a treasure that symbolizes the country's fortune."

Ye Zuochen hummed, then asked suspiciously, "Are you talking about the Murasakibara sword, the Yasakani no Magatama, and the Yata no Kagami... Aren't those fakes? And even if they weren't fakes, they should have been destroyed in the Tokyo explosion, right?"

Liliana explained, "According to them, before Susanoo was killed by the Monkey King, he personally forged a sword called Ame-no-Murakumo and gave it to the shrine maiden of the Kiyoakiin family. This is why she was chosen as the Son of God. Now they will present this sword to her."

"Also, they found a Kurikara sword from the ruins in Kanto. I don't know who left it, but I still hope to offer it."

"There is also a magatama presented by the Princess with the Glass Eyes. She said she hoped to use this treasure to settle the grudge."

"Finally, there's a divine artifact discovered at the former location of Tokyo University that wasn't destroyed by the Sun's True Fire. It's a stone-like grimoire named the 'Prometheus Secret Book.'"

"Besides that, there are all sorts of treasures."

To put it simply, the official history compilation committee was very sincere this time. There were four sacred instruments alone, as well as treasures found from all over Japan.

All this is just to hope that Ye Zuochen will forget the unpleasantness of the past and really give them some protection.

Ye Zuochen said nonchalantly, "Since you're so sincere, and the time difference is a month anyway, I'll go there myself. By the way, are you monitoring the Gorgon Stone and the Hera Pillar?"

This is the key point. The former can attract the disobedient Athena, while the latter may lead to the arrival of the disobedient Hera or the disobedient Perseus.

Otherwise, why would I go there in person?

Liliana said sincerely, "Erica volunteered to guard the Gorgon Stone, hoping to take it as an honor. My witch senior is guarding the Hera Pillar, but the magic power that had been accumulated suddenly disappeared a few days ago. I don't know the specific reason."

"Nothing, accidents like this happen occasionally." Ye Zuochen waved his hand, "Let's go to Kyoto first."

The rest doesn't matter, but the [Kurigara Sword] has a great connection with him, so it's time to reclaim it.

……

Dusk falls at the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

The south courtyard in front of the Zichen Hall was paved with fine gravel, which shone with a cold silver light under the moonlight.

Eighteen wooden steps lead to the depths of the hall, each step polished as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Inside the hall, the juniper beams and pillars exude a faint woody fragrance.

Twenty-two prominent shrine maidens stood on both sides, wearing gorgeous twelve-piece robes with folded hems embroidered with intricate crane and pine patterns.

They lowered their heads and looked respectful, like court ladies walking out of ancient paintings, standing silently in the nine rooms in the east and west of the hall.

On the main seat in the center of the hall, Qingqiuyuan Hina sat upright.

He was wearing the royal crown and robes, a black robe embroidered with the sun, moon and stars in gold thread, and the wide cuffs fell to his knees.

Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair gently brushed the phoenix pattern on her lapel.

His sitting posture was upright but not stiff, with the flexibility and elegance unique to mountain hermits, but his gorgeous clothes added a touch of solemnity.

The hall was completely silent, with only the night wind blowing through the branches of the orange trees, making a rustling sound.

Da da!

The palace door was pushed open silently.

Ye Zuochen walked in under the moonlight, his eyes sweeping over the priestesses on both sides before settling on Hina. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, as if he was sizing up a prey that had fallen into his grasp.

Ena met his gaze, the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing an innocent and straightforward smile.

"My grandmother told me to become some kind of divine son and serve the king from now on. However, the ritual seems a bit complicated. It says I have to fight the king so that he feels conquered."

"But for Ena, it doesn't matter either way."

His tone was so relaxed that it seemed as if he was talking about tomorrow's weather rather than his own fate.

Eina's smile remained unchanged as she continued, "Ena doesn't dislike practicing in the mountains, but she also doesn't dislike living in the city."

"There are indeed many convenient things in the city that are not available in the mountains. That would save Ena a lot of trouble."

"Now that I can be the king's lover, it doesn't matter."

Before she finished speaking, a hint of fierce fighting spirit appeared on her pretty face, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

"But, regarding that unrivaled king everyone keeps talking about, Ena seems to be somewhat interested."

His fingers gently brushed against his waist, where a sword should have been.

"It's a pity that my family took Ama-kun away."

She sighed, with a hint of regret in her tone, but she quickly cheered up, and the fighting spirit in her eyes did not diminish at all.

Like a wild beast.

Just like a newborn baby.

This is Seiakiin Hina, she has a simple mind and doesn’t have too many twists and turns.

"As for the sword Ama-no-Murasakumo, you'll see it tomorrow." Ye Zuochen chuckled, walked forward leisurely, stepped on the wooden steps, and with his five fingers like hooks, he suddenly grabbed the collar of Seiakiin Hina's clothes.

A gleam of light flashed in Ena's eyes, and her body leaned back like a swallow. At the same time, her right hand turned into a knife and chopped towards his wrist fiercely.

The two of them moved so fast that they almost became afterimages.

Ena's martial arts were agile and nimble, the result of training in the mountains. Her movements were as nimble and agile as a deer leaping through the woods.

Ye Zuochen's attack was like a violent storm, and his moves accurately tore through her defense.

The gorgeous crown robes made a sound of tearing as they were torn. The patterns of the sun, moon and stars embroidered with gold thread were roughly torn off, and pieces of black cloth fell off.

scoff!

Far from being annoyed, Hui Na smiled even more brightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as if this wasn't a conquest but a long-awaited play.

"The king is indeed powerful!"

Before her laughter died down, her slender legs swept towards Ye Zuochen's lower body like a whip.

Ye Zuochen dodged easily to the side and slapped him with his backhand!

Snapped!

Five bright red finger marks instantly appeared on Hui Na's fair cheek. She groaned, but used the force of the slap to grab Ye Zuochen's arm, trying to counter with joint techniques.

However, Ye Zuochen's strength was like a mountain.

He suddenly pushed Hui Na down on the cold beech wood floor, and used his knee to roughly push open her legs that were trying to close.

"what!"

With a sudden thrust, Ena let out a cry of pain, enduring the tearing pain and struggling to get up, her nails leaving red marks on his back.

Snapped!

Ye Zuochen sneered, slapped him again, and pressed down hard with his heavy body.

Ena's body arched in pain, her back tense as a fully drawn bowstring, her lower lip bitten white, and she stubbornly refused to let out any more howls.

The surrounding witches still kept their heads down, their eyes on their noses, their noses on their hearts, and they turned a blind eye to the scene before them.

Snapped!

Another loud slap.

Blood oozed from the corner of Hui Na's mouth. She suddenly raised her head and slammed her forehead against Ye Zuochen's chin.

Ye Zuochen slowed down his movements a little, and Hui Na immediately seized the opportunity, wrapping her long legs around his waist, trying to take the initiative.

But her resistance only resulted in more brutal repression.

Ye Zuochen grabbed the girl's slender neck and pinned her to the ground, with every thrust carrying a sense of punishment.

Ena's low moan echoed in the empty hall, mixed with various other sounds. Sweat stuck her hair to her flushed cheeks, and her eyes were filled with fighting spirit and passion.

Every slap made her body tremble, but it also made the girl's eyes brighter.

That's it!

This is the allegiance ceremony she longs for!

Those men who were either humble and cowering or arrogant in front of her were not worth mentioning at all. Only this ferocious beast who could tear her apart completely was the "king" worthy of her giving everything!

The beams and pillars of the Purple Palace cast intertwined shadows, cutting the entangled figures of the two into pieces.

At some point, the painful groan disappeared, replaced by Huina's broken but unbridled laughter, mixed with the sounds of dripping sweat and bodies colliding, echoing wantonly in the ancient and sacred space.

On both sides of the palace, the twenty-two prominent priestesses lowered their heads even more.

Under the wide cuffs of the twelve-piece garment, the slender fingertips tightly gripped the layers of fabric.

Their sight was fixed on the ground just feet away, but the rough sound penetrated everywhere, burning the tips of their ears red and hot.

At first, it was humiliation like an icicle piercing my bones.

This is the Purple Palace!

The Purple Palace enshrines miracles and carries the imperial lineage!

The daughter of God of the Qingqiuyuan family, a girl with noble legal lineage flowing in her blood, was now being wantonly ravaged under the throne by the terrifying foreign demon king like the lowest prostitute.

Every tearing sound, every suppressed groan of pain, made her bite her lips tighter, emitting the sweet and fishy taste of blood.

But gradually, a strange heat quietly grew deep in the body, like an underground river flowing underground.

The candlelight in the hall seemed to sense some invisible fluctuations, and the light and shadows swayed more violently.

After a long time, Ye Zuochen sat on the defeated Qingqiuyuan Ena and said to these Yuanwu maidens: "Kneel down or leave."

There is no need to choose at all.

Each of the twelve gorgeous pieces of clothing was carefully folded and placed respectfully in front of him.

Then, they lined up and placed their foreheads reverently on the wooden floor.

……

The night scene in Kyoto was distorted.

The dignitaries from all over the place looked very unhappy. They all knew what had happened, but no one dared to step forward.

The moonlight shines on the faces of these powerful people of the time, reflecting faces that are as pale as the skin.

Several young psychics had red eyes and wanted to rush into the Kyoto Imperial Palace to teach this Han Chinese who humiliated their national spirit a lesson, but they were stopped by their elders. Sayamiya Kaoru even personally led people to guard the Kyoto Imperial Palace to prevent anyone from rebelling and hindering their loyalty to the godslayer.

The lights in the Purple Palace are exceptionally bright tonight...

Blindingly bright.

At dawn, the sky over Kyoto was turning pale.

Officials from local governments, shrine priests, and secretive families, dressed in their most formal attire, walked silently through the Suzaku Gate.

"Lord Sayamiya, this is really..."

An elderly priest couldn't help but speak, but fell silent under Sayamiya Xin's cold gaze.

What's there to say?

Five million people have died in Tokyo.

Everything that Ye Zuochen did before he became king had more or less offended him.