At the same time, my wife is myself.

While pondering the practical problems, Sayamiya Kaoru is also quickly assembling a team to welcome Chizuru and preparing to summon the shrine maidens.

While waiting at the airport, the results of the battle between the Sword King and Qian Yuan were relayed. Upon seeing the battle report and the analysis of when Qian Yuan defeated the Sword King, a chill ran down the spines of everyone who was there to greet them at the airport.

Is it that the King of a Thousand Faces has the means to restrain the King of Swords, or is he simply stronger than the other Godslayers?

They weren't quite sure.

Marquis Voban and the Martial Arts King have existed for too long, especially Marquis Voban, whose fear has been so profound that he is a subconscious demon king. It is hard to imagine what it would be like for him to be trampled underfoot.

They waited patiently at the airport, but Qianyuan never arrived, even after dark.

The members who came to greet her asked Saya Miyako, "Are you sure it's today?"

Saya Miyako said, "According to Erica, she would come over after today's battle, but the battle with Marquis Voban was originally scheduled for this afternoon. However, the Sword King arrived this morning and intercepted the opportunity to fight."

"So the schedule was completely disrupted, and I don't know when he will come."

"That reckless Sword King."

The magicians couldn't help but complain, "Didn't you ask Knight Erica about the changes to the plan?"

"I asked, but she didn't reply."

Kaoru Saya said, "He may be tired from working on Marquis Voban's affairs, or the place may be too remote and there is no signal so he can't receive my messages."

Saya Miyako was also feeling uneasy. Qian Yuan's continued absence was like a knife hanging over her head, and she didn't know if it would fall and kill her. She was constantly on edge and somewhat anxious.

But she also knew very well that if she showed impatience in front of the god-killer, she would lose her head in a physical sense.

Even behind her back, her own subordinates might betray her, using her head as a stepping stone to promotion.

So Saya Miyako had a smile on her face, looked calm and composed, and even said a few words to reassure the others.

She would occasionally check her phone to see if Erica had replied to her messages, but each time she was disappointed.

Why haven't they replied yet? They can't be stuck on the mugwort, can they? That shouldn't be taking this long.

They stood at the airport until the next day, but still didn't see the helicopter carrying Chiyuki.

After standing for a day and a night, many people could no longer maintain their posture and sat down on the ground, feeling sleepy.

There was naturally resentment, but the magicians of the Far East dared not show it openly, and could only bring up related topics:

"Do you think the King of a Thousand Faces might be injured and recovering?"

"It's possible. How could defeating a god-slayer be so easy? He must have been injured."

"The power of the King of Speed ​​Swords may come at a great cost."

"So, he's actually secretly recovering from his injury, but he just hasn't told us?"

"They're probably too lazy to notify us. In the eyes of the Godslayers, we're nothing. We can only wait. What else can we do? What, you have a problem with that?"

"Please watch your words."

Seeing that some people's words were going too far, Saya Miyako coughed twice and immediately stopped them.

Her voice was soft and low: "Right after the King of a Thousand Faces successfully killed a god, Erica booked his return flight."

"The plane arrived at night, but he took Erica to the place where the Seven Sisters were meeting that morning and caught those two old geezers who were talking badly about him and strangled them to death on the spot. From then on, the Seven Sisters became the Five Sisters."

"The King of a Thousand Faces can fly."

Saya Miyako's words immediately brought the atmosphere to a standstill. The magicians who were sitting on the ground immediately stood up straight, and the originally noisy airport became quiet and silent.

They were afraid that Qian Yuan wouldn't take a plane this time either, and would come directly to hear if they had disrespected him.

Everyone here is a person of status. Although you are humble in the face of the god-slayer, you are usually quite influential in your own little world.

They were all people with families and businesses; they were unwilling to die over such a trivial matter and implicate their families.

When night fell again, they didn't receive Qianyuan, but they did receive equally explosive news.

A battle between the King of Martial Arts and Marquis Voban!

No one knows the outcome of the battle, but Marquis Voban is already preparing to return to the Balkans. In any case, the old Wolf King's private plane has already taken off, and its destination is not the Far East.

This relieved the magicians of the Far East, who were terrified of Marquis Voban. A few years ago, he came to the Far East to summon the disobedient god, causing a great deal of trouble and leaving them with deep psychological trauma.

Why did he leave? Could it be that he lost to the King of Martial Arts?

Many people had this idea, but it remained in their minds. They dared not discuss it, fearing that Marquis Voban would come to their door and kill them. These two god-killers had always been too lazy to pay attention to others, and it was impossible for them to take the initiative to stand up and explain the outcome of the battle.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should still be a draw."

Inside the luxurious private helicopter, Qian Yuan held Liliana in his arms, playing with her delicate little feet, while Alice massaged them, and Erica flew the helicopter.

She found it quite interesting, so she learned it. Anyway, Qianyuan told her to drive with confidence and that he would take responsibility if any problems arose.

Alice didn't quite understand: "According to you, Marquis Voban was eager for battle, so why did he leave on his own? And how did he end up fighting with the Martial Arts King?"

"Because he had already fought once, he wanted to go home and savor the battle. Fighting was the only joy he had left in his life. He worried that too many battles would make him tired of fighting, and then he would have no joy in living. So he would try to space out each battle for a while."

Qian Yuan said, "As for why Luo Hao was approached, he was originally ranked first, and the second was the King of Martial Arts. However, his position was taken by the King of Swords, and the King of Martial Arts could not back down and give up his fighting time to him."

"I reckon he just couldn't hold back any longer and would find any opportunity to fight the King of Martial Arts."

Alice exclaimed, "You are not only skilled in combat, but also so insightful in understanding people's hearts. You have analyzed Marquis Voban's character quite thoroughly."

"Oh, actually, Erica's phone is with me. Lu Yinghua told her because Marquis Voban asked Luo Hao to help convey the message that he wouldn't be coming."

"Luo Hao also used this opportunity to criticize Marquis Voban, saying that this was the consequence of not practicing magic arts."

Alice dared not speak, while Qianyuan felt that Luo Hao's words made no mistake. Physical condition does affect mental state. Marquis Voban was old and frail, and therefore had lost his enthusiasm for most things.

Look at Luo Hao, she's hundreds of years old and she's doing just fine. She stays home all day and never goes out, and occasionally she can even cook a small dish. She never feels empty because she's immortal and maintains a youthful state.

Chapter 89 The Genius Sun Wukong and His Stockings (4k)

When the helicopter, which had already been registered in the Far East, appeared on the signal, it was already the fourth day that Saya Kaoru had been waiting.

The magicians waiting at the airport finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whether they would die or not, they would probably find out today.

They were in good spirits. Marquis Voban and Wuxia Wang had fought a great battle. The former returned home, while the latter needed to rest for a while to recover.

In other words, the Far East can hold out for a while longer!

"Salute to you, King of a Thousand Faces. It is a great honor for you to grace us with your presence in the Far East."

Saya Miyako stepped forward and said, “I am Saya Miyako, and I am the head of the official history compilation committee. Whatever your requests may be, I will do my best to fulfill them.”

Although she is not the Commander-in-Chief yet, she was immediately named the Acting Commander-in-Chief when Qian Yuan arrived. Once she passes this test, she will be the official Commander-in-Chief.

If we can't get through this, then we'll all die together, and there's no need to worry about who the commander-in-chief is anymore.

"All requirements..."

Qianyuan smiled. "Can you really carry out my orders without any compromise? Won't you be affected by other factors?"

Faced with Chiyuki's questioning, Saya Miyako was sweating profusely. Could this perceptive king have noticed something? Had he really not set foot on Far Eastern soil for the four days that everyone was left at the airport, to conduct a secret investigation?

Saya Miyako forced a smile: "You're joking. How could we possibly have the courage to defy you?"

"Let's go."

Qianyuan asked, "Have all the shrine maidens been gathered?"

"As per your instructions, they have all been gathered at a place not far from your hotel."

If Qianyuan had arrived in the Far East immediately, she could have used the excuse of not having enough time. But it's been four days already, and even if Saya Miyako is unwilling, she must prepare for it.

Moreover, the time spent waiting at the airport was extremely agonizing, as she could do nothing. During those four anxious days, this was the only way she could relieve her emotions.

"Bring them all to me."

Qianyuan said, "Let's go now."

Are you summoning a disobedient god or going to a party?

Saya Miyako would rather he go to a party.

She personally drove Qianyuan and Erica to the Garden Villa Hotel where Qianyuan was staying, a private palace prepared specifically for the Godslayers.

Luo Hao traveled to the Far East many times in order to liberate Sun Wukong, and each time he had to dismantle the place that sealed Sun Wukong.

Marquis Voban also came to the Far East to summon the disobedient gods.

It can be said that the Far East is the no-man's land visited most frequently by god-slayers, so we must be prepared.

On the way there, Saya Miyako noticed that Chiyori's three attendants were all exceptionally radiant, with glowing skin, as if covered with a layer of water.

She didn't know how to describe it, but in short, she was so full of energy that it was almost overflowing.

When she was training as a shrine maiden, she would spend her days in the mountains and streams sensing nature, meditating, and purifying her mind and body. Occasionally, when she was in a particularly good state, she could reach a similar level.

She glanced at them again and felt that the three of them were different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what the difference was.

Even more...tempting?

After parking, the group got out of the car. Saya Miyako opened the door for Chiyuki and led him to the outside of the Garden Villa Hotel.

A winding stone path winds through a lush green lawn, lined with colorful flowers. In the center of the garden stands a small fountain, its water droplets sparkling in the sunlight.

A bamboo grove runs alongside the villa, where a gentle breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, adding a touch of Eastern Zen to the hotel.

Qianyuan entered the villa. The floor was covered with dark marble, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

A group of shrine maidens dressed in white robes and crimson hakama sat nervously here. Their attire was simple yet elegant. Their white blouses were embroidered with delicate patterns, and their crimson long skirts were particularly vibrant. They wore white tabi socks and moved with light steps, as if they were walking on clouds.

Upon seeing Qianyuan, they inevitably showed nervousness, and many even displayed fear.

Clearly, they already knew the mission for which they had been summoned—

A ritual is performed to summon disobedient gods.

The man before them was the earthly demon king who held their lives in his hands and had no power to resist.

Qianyuan could sense a tangible fear that seemed to solidify in the air with just a glance.

He said to Erica, "You should comfort them, and then let them receive my blessing one by one. Saya Miyako, come with me."

"Yes." X4

Erica and the other two stayed behind to comfort the priestesses, mainly to assure them that there was no danger in holding the ceremony.

Of course, words alone are meaningless; once Qianyuan bestows her protection, they will be able to personally experience that profound sense of security.

Saya Miyako led Chiyuki to the most central study. After seeing Chiyuki go in, she hesitated slightly and then locked the door.

?

Qianyuan turned around and found that she had taken off her outer suit jacket, and the white silk shirt underneath was also unbuttoned, revealing a not-so-ample snow-white cleavage.

The combination of a tight-fitting pencil skirt and shapely black stockings on her legs still creates a certain allure.

Saya Miyako was glad she wasn't wearing a shrine maiden outfit; otherwise, she would have been completely outmatched by the group of shrine maidens downstairs.

She walked up to Qian Yuan, knelt down on the ground, and heard Qian Yuan's question: "What are you doing?"

"Eh?"

Saya Miyako's expression stiffened. "Didn't you indicate that I should come to serve you in bed?"

?

Qianyuan glanced around and saw only bookshelves filled with books, no bed, confirming that it was a study, not a bedroom.

His eyes held a subtle glint in them: "I just came to inquire about that Sun Wukong."

It seems I was just being presumptuous.

Saya Miyako looked embarrassed. She felt that Qian Yuan wasn't as lustful as she had imagined. Even if she succeeded in offering herself, it probably wouldn't be easy for her to gain favor.

"The seal on that Great Sage Equaling Heaven can only be temporarily lifted; it cannot be completely lifted."

Saya Miyako also said with some helplessness, "The Martial Arts King has come to the Far East many times to try to completely unseal the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and return him to mythology, but he has failed every time. We have absolutely no courage to lie about this matter."

Qianyuan roughly understood: "You don't have that authority. Come to think of it, it's true that it's spread throughout the entire Far East and is aided by the curse of the Eastern God. It's definitely not something you could have set up."

“Summoning a specific disobedient god is not easy, let alone planning ahead, then summoning the monkey and luring it to a predetermined location to seal it.”

Qian Yuan chuckled softly, "This would require at least several decades of planning, mobilization of the entire Far East, and the strength to suppress all of you, right?"

In the original story, Sun Wukong was not unsealed by anyone. After Luo Hao gathered the conditions for temporary unsealing, Sun Wukong completely severed the curse of the "Keeper of the Heavenly Horses" through his own actions, thus completely freeing himself and returning to his original form.

He not only possessed immense strength, but his knowledge of Buddhism and Taoism was also terrifying. He had a complete understanding of the ritual that sealed him and clearly found the flaws in it.

Qian Yuan suddenly remembered something. In the original text of "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong's comprehension was terrifying. He was well-versed in both Buddhism and Taoism and became a Taiyi Loose Immortal after three years of cultivation. He was incredibly powerful.