Otaku Witch
Chapter 1056 - 1056: 627. The Hundred States of the Human Heart_2

Dorothy smirked mischievously as she snapped a photo.

However, she wasn't planning on using these photos as side dishes in the future. The homebody witch was actually thinking about showing them to Audrey once her little junior sister woke up. She imagined that Little Fox's shy, blushing expression would be quite amusing.

But when the homebody witch came to her senses and reflected on her thoughts, she immediately fell into contemplation.

Damn, such a breathtaking beauty twisting and turning in front of me, and all I can think of is playing pranks. How am I any different from the monkey who could only think about eating peaches even after capturing a fairy?

Dorothy pounded her chest in frustration, feeling that her mindset definitely had some issues.

She pondered that perhaps she had been too harsh on the beastly Evil Dragon locked inside her heart lately and thought it might need some fresh air occasionally.

Feeling rather uninterested, she glanced around at the others in the hall.

The first person she looked at, of course, was Miss Oiran, who was sitting with her. She saw that Ibuki Yuuki was guzzling the fine wine in her gourd, dreaming, probably because the gourd was a kind of spatial tool. Despite its small appearance, given the way Miss Ghost King was guzzling it, a normal wine gourd should have run dry long ago, but this one seemed to have an endless supply of wine, constantly refilling.

However, although at first glance this Fiendish Courtesan seemed like a straightforward drunkard, Dorothy could clearly feel the madness beneath this beautiful courtesan exterior that yearned to destroy everything.

Others drink to gain courage, but Ibuki Yuuki drinks to suppress the anger and destructive urges within her heart. She is also gathering Strength, just waiting for the right opportunity to turn the world upside down.

"Such strong grievances, no wonder she could attract the inheritance of a fierce and sinister ghost like Shuten Douji."

The homebody witch couldn't help but marvel as she looked at Miss Oiran.

She then turned to look at her two good sisters beside her.

Sophia with her unique background and dreadful childhood, and Audrey with her unspeakable psychological shadows...

Tsk, indeed, witches who can attract Great Demon inheritance all have their stories.

As for Dorothy herself, she thought about it and didn't feel too bad about not receiving a Great Demon's inheritance.

Her life was pretty happy; in the past, she might have held some grudges against her mother for abandoning her, but now that the misunderstanding was resolved, there were no more regrets.

Such an ordinary and happy life is naturally something demons who feed on evil thoughts would disdain, even find particularly unpleasant. It was only normal that the Hyakki Inheritance nearly ignored her, and the only one who might have chosen her was Miss Slick Ghost, who also had no particularly tragic story and just loved freeloading, possibly reminded of her own past meal-mooching behaviors.

The homebody witch's gaze fell on the banquet hall below, where the Hyakki Witches were all lost in that Illusionary Realm, much like the Evil Ghost Courtesan beside her, with eyes filled with sorrow and anger, despair and hatred.

Speaking of which, there weren't many naturally born demons among these Japan Hyakki Lords, more so human-turned ghosts, driven to become such by that chaotic and absurd past world.

These Hyakki Witches on Monster Mountain must all have their stories.

Witnessing all the sleepwalking scenes, Dorothy pondered quietly.

She recalled the Buddhist teachings she saw in the inheritance, but could mere Divine Skills really alleviate the suffering of these Hyakki?

If only reciting a few mantras could make the world peaceful.

Oh well, thinking about these things won't fill my stomach, and I'm getting hungry.

Dorothy shook her head, deciding to stop pondering these deep and complicated matters, and focused her attention on the wine and dishes before her.

Now, it's time for Miss Slick Ghost to start her freeloading.

After Dorothy had eaten to her heart's content and was sipping hot tea to help with digestion with a bulging stomach, Qing Deng, who had turned into a lamp, flickered and resumed her form as Bodhisattva Qing Deng.

Subsequently, the Hyakki witches lost in the Buddhist inheritance began to open their eyes one by one, clearing their minds.

"Thank you, Lord Aoandon, for bestowing the Dharma."

The Hyakki witches quickly expressed their gratitude to Aoandon with respect.

However, Bodhisattva Qing Deng waved it off, speaking nonchalantly.

"I told you, no need to thank me. I have my own purposes for sharing the Dharma with you. Just cultivate well and live properly; that's the best gratitude for me."

Miss Demon said in this manner.

She was telling the truth. For thousands of years, she has been transmitting the Dharma on Monster Mountain, hoping to form a Night Parade of Hyakki team sufficient to complete the task the Buddha gave her.

But the Night Parade of Hyakki has yet to reach completion. Besides the Three Great Demon Kings' inheritors being hard to find, it's also because the Hyakki witches often die violent deaths.

Most of the Hyakki witches who climbed Monster Mountain in search of her Dharma were pitiful souls. Even after obtaining Strength from her, their choices and outcomes were mostly the same—causing a great uproar upon descending the mountain, only to be cruelly suppressed to death.

A few lucky ones managed to take revenge; some unfortunate ones failed before they could even try, with event exposure. Some even more fortunate ones escaped back to Monster Mountain, while many more unfortunate ones died outside.

How did Monster Mountain earn its infamous reputation today? It was forged by those Hyakki witches.

If possible, Aoandon would really prefer these Hyakki witches to be more reserved, but she knows that's wishful thinking since the Hyakki Buddhist Dharma is not a path of peace.

This is the Asura Path, the Demonic Buddhism. Those who embark on this cultivation path are often destined for a turbulent life.

Aoandon has seen countless stories over the years and gotten used to it. After today's Hyakki Festival, who knows how many of these Hyakki witches will survive?

Thinking about this made Miss Demon feel a little melancholic, but when she observed the newborn Great Tengu and Tamamo-no-Mae, she felt slightly uplifted.

These little monsters don't account for much; it's those Three Great Demon Kings who are the rare finds she can't afford to lose by dying recklessly. Otherwise, who knows how many more years she'll have to wait for another destined encounter.

"With the Dragon Vein shifting in Japan, the world won't remain peaceful for long. You all must be careful and avoid getting too involved unnecessarily. Or better yet, cultivate on this special location of Monster Mountain. As long as you stay here peacefully, no one will dare bother you."

She advised the three demon king inheritors before her.

However, Ibuki Yuuki was the first to shake her head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Aoandon, but there are things that must be done. I've made up my mind, so you don't need to say more."

The Fiendish Courtesan had managed to borrow the power of the Judgment Court, and the opportunity for her great revenge was right before her; there was no way she'd stop now.

The world in chaos? That was exactly the opportunity she wanted. If the world weren't in turmoil, it would be much harder to deal with her high-ranking adversary.

Sigh...

Aoandon sighed, having already expected such a response from Shuten Douji. After all, she had tried persuading her many times before, each time receiving the same answer.

She could only turn her gaze to the newborn Great Tengu and Tamamo-no-Mae.

Sophia and Audrey, who had returned to normal, didn't rush to respond to Aoandon but instead both looked towards Dorothy.

The Pure White Witch naturally deferred to her own lady, and Little Fox had no opinions of her own, going along with her senior sister's decisions.

Seeing the three all look toward her, Bodhisattva Qing Deng was a bit speechless and could only join in looking at this talentless little witch.

During the Dharma transmission, when she assumed her true form, she was devoid of awareness, merely a mechanical repeater of the Buddha's words. But after the transmission ended, she paid immediate attention to this peculiar little witch.

This little witch's behavior left her at a loss for words.

She had been feasting all along, now sitting there with a bloated belly.

This was the Buddha teaching the Dharma, a Saint spreading the way—an extraordinary fortuitous encounter even in the Eastern Universe coveted by countless Immortals, yet this barbarian, true to form, focused solely on eating and drinking during the Buddha's sermon. Don't you know what you wasted?

Anyway, Aoandon got quite angry. She couldn't understand why two such promising talents as the Great Tengu and Tamamo-no-Mae would defer to this unmotivational fool.

Being the center of attention, the leisurely tea-sipping Dorothy was also somewhat speechless.

Why are you all looking at me? I'm just a freeloader, okay?

However, when she reflected on the parasitic essence of the Night Parade of Hyakki's Dharma cultivation, she nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, I think Miss Aoandon is absolutely right."

.....The homebody witch agrees.....