The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1102: Asking the Noble Guest into the Urn

Chapter 1102: Chapter 1102: Asking the Noble Guest into the Urn

The Anpei Family’s largest stronghold in Tokyo was taken down, and the direct heir Anpei Longen went missing, suspected to have fallen.

The Anpei Family was shaken, dispatching a large number of Celestial Ninjas for investigation.

The final spearhead, everything points to Ding Xue.

This woman had once relied on her mana to sweep through the Dongying Cultivator World; although she got trapped, she was still a fierce beast.

The higher-ups of the Anpei Family were furious, immediately sending out a large number of ninjas to search for Ding Xue.

Under such high pressure, other small strongholds in Tokyo were subsequently taken down by Long Fei and his party.

The three acted separately, with extreme efficiency.

Anyway, in the blink of an eye, they could support each other, so Long Fei wasn’t worried about Ding Xue’s safety.

Ding Xue enjoyed the killings, sweeping away the frustrations in her heart.

At every stronghold, without saying a word, she’d summon the Dragon-Tiger Seal and smash it. When faced with experts attacking, she’d fight if she could, and call Long Fei for help if she couldn’t.

In just three days, the strongholds of the Four Great Onmyoji Clans were all eradicated by the three of them, uprooted completely.

The number of ninjas killed or injured exceeded a thousand.

Among them, hundreds were Earth Ninja level, all the main forces of the Dongying Cultivator World.

The elderly leaders of the major families were shaken; at first suspecting Ding Xue, but now they felt certain that someone was deliberately targeting the Dongying Cultivator World.

They speculated that perhaps a high-level person from the Huaxia Cultivation World had come, intending to annihilate them.

Their patriarch had now gone to Huaxia and could not return for a while.

The Four Great Onmyoji Clans hastily decided, rather than being passively beaten, to take the initiative and strike.

They set up a banquet trap, then invoked the ruse of inviting their opponent into the urn.

They were confident that they understood these cultivators from Huaxia, each one too proud for their own good.

Just publicly hit their sore spot, and even knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they will head towards Tiger Mountain.

Nothing else matters, it’s all about face.

The four major clans issued a statement, "Audacious Huaxia thieves, causing chaos in our great Dongying Celestial Nation. If you have the guts, let’s have a battle between equals. What skill is there in killing mere disciples? What kind of master’s demeanor is that? If you have the courage, let’s have a duel on Sakura Island in Osaka Bay at the same level. If you lack the ability, and only engage in petty acts, it will only incite ridicule!"

The news was broadcast in the form of inscriptions, announced on major television stations.

Only people from the Cultivation World could understand it; ordinary people thought it was some historical program.

That day, the ninja family strongholds near Nagoya, not far from Kyoto, were bloodily cleansed.

Someone wrote on the wall with blood-red letters, "Clean your necks, waiting for your daddy to come over."

"How insolent!"

"How arrogant!"

"All people from China deserve to die!"

The upper echelons of the Dongying Four Great Onmyoji Clans were almost driven to fury.

Some Elders who had lived three to four hundred years were forced to leave seclusion, urgently recalling all disciples from various places.

They had never seen such arrogant people before, who actually wanted to eradicate their Daoist Orthodoxies from Dongying.

Not only the onmyojis from the four major clans but also various other Heterodox Path practitioners and Cultivators from all factions nervously banded together.

On Sakura Island, high-level individuals laid out inherited restrictions, and even temporarily transferred two powerful weapons.

The Yin Yang Master Family’s thousand-year legacy in Dongying was deep-rooted, their power immense.

The resources they controlled from top to bottom were all put in motion, just waiting for these arrogant Huaxia Cultivators to fall into the trap.

In Kobe, Long Fei and his party found a high-end Japanese restaurant, specifically to try the local beef.

Kobe beef is quite famous in Huaxia, a favorite of those pretending to be cultured.

This stuff, it can be eaten raw.

Chu Feng believes that eating raw meat is a sign of incomplete evolution and insists on eating it cooked.

Ding Xue says he’s uncivilized and insists on eating it raw to show off.

Long Fei mediates between the two, and they settle on medium-rare.

This way, no one loses out; there’s both raw and cooked meat.

After finishing their meal, they felt it was just so-so.

Mainly because, inside the Secret Realm, they ate a lot of Demonic Beast meat surrounded by Spirit Grass and breathing in Spiritual Energy.

No matter how delicious the food in this world, it can’t compare with that abundant Essential Qi and exquisite flavor.

After the three of them finished eating, still not fully satisfied, they had the chef process the Cow Demon meat they brought from the Secret Realm.

Once this meat was served, it instantly outclassed Kobe beef.

The meat was incredibly tender and flavorful, like cutting open a bright orange, emitting a faint fragrant scent.

Once the chef saw it, he was shocked, immediately calling the manager to ask where they bought the beef from.

Chu Feng told him it was Huaxia’s yellow cattle meat; the manager refused to believe it, thinking Chu Feng was joking.

In the world, Kobe beef is a well-known brand.

They have never heard of high-quality yellow cattle meat from Huaxia.

Chu Feng laughs at his ignorance, calling him a person from the Pellet Country, where could he have tasted true delicacies.

He spoke in Huaxia’s language, and the owner couldn’t understand him, just bowing continuously with "ha-i, ha-i," as if he understood.

Long Fei and Ding Xue can’t stop laughing, telling the manager to leave quickly, or else he’ll be subject to Chu Feng’s mockery even further.

The three of them took out a map to study it for a bit; they had run around several strongholds in Kobe today.

The Ninjas had all left, and they all came up empty-handed.

Long Fei analyzed, "The enemy is now scared by us, they must have concentrated their forces in Sakura Island to set a trap for us."

This small island is located in the Osaka Bay where Kobe is situated. It’s not marked on ordinary maps, but the place does exist.

On the map provided by Anpei Hirakawa, there are special annotations.

It says that the island is normally a training ground for Ninjas, with various Formations laid out, allegedly the place where the ancient Celestial Illumination Deity practiced, with some even being the ancient grand Slaughter Formations left by the ancients.

Though incomplete, they are still very powerful.

The map marked it with five exclamation points, meaning it’s too dangerous, more so than the ancestral land of the Onmyoji in Kyoto.

Chu Feng, while drinking, arrogantly said, "Who cares if it’s a den of wolves, ghosts, or tigers – just slaughter our way through and let these ghosts feel the tremble of their spirit souls."

Long Fei agrees, the only concern he has is for Ding Xue.

He turned to Ding Xue, before he could speak.

Ding Xue strongly stated her position, "I want to go too; don’t think about sending me back. Eliminating the enemy is everyone’s duty."

She has been enjoying her killing spree these past few days; how could she give up at the finishing line?

Long Fei nodded, "Alright, then let’s go together. Let’s not mess around, just make our descent!"

"That’s how it should be!"

Chu Feng happily raised his glass.

Ding Xue also raised hers, clinking it with Long Fei’s.

Sakura Island lives up to its name.

The entire island is covered in cherry blossoms, a blanket of white; from the sky, it looks misty, like the Immortal Realm.

Other places bloom in April, but the cherry blossoms here are perennial.

The island is bustling with more people than usual, and the security is even tighter.

In an ancient grand temple, a dozen or so elders, all over three to four hundred years old, gathered together.

They are the trump card of the Onmyoji Family, all previously in seclusion, only coming out recently.