Opinions of the Herrscher of Dominance

"Sister~"

"Sister~~"

"Sister, where are you? Stop being naughty and come out quickly! Um, are you hiding downstairs?"

Tachibana Yuki's gentle, charming voice faded away with the sound of footsteps.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the corridor on the second floor, under a table completely covered by cloth, Sirin turned on her game console.

In the light of the blue screen, her exquisite face showed signs of a headache.

These past few days in the villa had been generally very happy.

All kinds of food, a super large high-definition wall TV, the most luxurious gaming equipment, a hot spring in the courtyard, and Tachibana Yuki's massages with her soft little hands—the highest level of food and entertainment that humans can get. Sirin experienced it all every day and had not yet been bored by it.

Even the things she didn't want to describe, the forbidden yet wonderful sensations, were actually quite comfortable.

"But it's just too much!"

"When eating, playing games, taking a nap—how can she do it at any time?"

"No, no, I can't continue today. If I do, my brain will become stupid!"

Sirin shook her head violently, trying to shake off those indescribable memories.

It was a little cramped under the table, but luckily, her body was very flexible, so curling up wasn't too uncomfortable.

"I've decided. I'll play games here all night! Let her search for me slowly. If she can't find me, she'll eventually go to sleep herself, right?"

Sirin muttered to herself, logged into her game account, and quickly started an action game.

"What's going on? Are my teammates all swine? No, no, no, it should be said that humans are all pigs! Teammates too, enemies too, they are pigs!"

Looking at her record of 0 kills and 16 deaths, Sirin puffed up her cheeks angrily.

If there weren't so many fun games in the handheld console that she hadn't played enough, she would have broken the annoying device into pieces.

She blinked, clicked on the next game, and touched her stomach, saying:

"I'm getting little hungry again."

"So, do you want potato chips, instant noodles, or a luxurious midnight snack, sister?"

"Potato chips are fine. But how can I eat instant noodles and midnight snacks here?"

Sirin took the potato chips handed to her and replied nonchalantly.

"Crunch! Crunch! Crun... cough cough cough!"

"Why are you here!?"

The handheld game console and potato chips fell to the ground. Sirin didn't have time to wait for Tachibana Yuki to respond before she used her hands and feet to crawl out from under the table. Then, she was pinned down by a great force.

In terms of strength, as long as Tachibana Yuki wanted, Sirin could never resist her now.

During the struggle, Sirin's pajamas accidentally slipped off, revealing half of her delicate white shoulders.

At that moment, a potato chip fell into the gap of the abyss.

Tachibana Yuki's eyes darkened. She lowered her head, took the potato chip with her lips, then slowly lowered her body closer to Sirin.

Sirin turned her head away in horror: "No! Don't come near me!"

Tachibana Yuki was unmoved. Holding the potato chip in her mouth, she said with a smile:

"Hehe, it's always my elder sister who ends up shouting at the end~~"

"I said no! Stop! Did you hear me, you pervert!?"

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same. It seems that our naughty elder sister really needs more education~~"

"No!!!"

Tonight, Tachibana Yuki, or rather, Angel, was still obsessed with the softness and sweetness of her queen. But in her opinion, this was a kind of education for antisocial behavior, a serious matter, not to be seen as indulgence and debauchery!

What? Do you think this disrespects the Queen's personal will?

It doesn't matter. The Queen isn't a good person, and neither is Angel. So people can just leave it alone!

Tonight, Sirin was still troubled by Angel's excessive obsession with her. She had no time to think about her recent suspicions, nor did she have the heart to consider her mission of destroying humanity. For her, it was crucial to retain her last bit of rationality in this endless happiness.

Such days would surely continue for a long, long time in the foreseeable future.

...

On a sunny morning, the air was fresh in Mount Taixu.

"Jingwei, take my set of Piaomiao swordsmanship! Breaking through the air and flying away... Ouch! Don't hit me, don't hit me! My butt hurts!"

Ji Lin held the wooden sword in one hand and pinched the sword fingers with the other. She had just struck a pose that made Ah Lin's eyes shine.

Then, Fu Hua, holding her sword with one hand, knocked the wooden sword away and slapped Ji Lin's round buttocks several times.

Ji Lin covered her buttocks and ran around the square in a panic for a few rounds before the pain eased. She then ran back to Fu Hua angrily.

"Jingwei, what are you doing? I hadn't even used my move, and you hit my buttocks! Is this what friends should do?"

"It's precisely because we're friends that I hope you give up these flashy moves and delve into the real divine method realm"

Fu Hua rubbed her eyebrows, feeling helpless and frustrated.

In recent days, she has been practicing swordsmanship with Ji Lin and found that during the battle in Chiyou's body, Ji Lin really relied on energy to force her attacks be powerful, and it really was powerful.

Once she gave up that huge power provided by the Xuanyuan Sword, judging purely from the perspective of swordsmanship, Ji Lin's level can only be said to be outstanding among ordinary people.

Unfortunately, Ji Lin still likes to think about all kinds of cool move names and stances.

Although Ah Lin always looks very happy, in the eyes of Fu Hua, the martial ancestor of Shenzhou, she is just a rookie and likes to play around!

Ji Lin rubbed ger butt with one hand and raised the other hand high, protesting unconvinced:

"I already have Xuanyuan Sword, why do I need more skilled swordsmanship? Isn't it enough to find a handsome stance and then throw all my power out to the opponent?"

"From the perspective of universal rationality, this mentality will cause endless troubles at critical moments!"

"I don't care! Anyway, it's wrong to spank my butt every day! Ah Lin, you come and judge!"

"Ah Lin, you should also persuade her; this won't work."

The two of them cast their eyes on Ah Lin, who was watching the show.

Ah Lin floated in the air as light as a feather, with a pair of jade legs bent, and the long red skirt flew regardless of gravity, and the golden Xuanyuan Sword was wrapped around and lifted to the side of her body. She covered her lips with her wide sleeves and smiled:

"From the conclusion, what my sister said makes sense. With Xuanyuan Sword as our support, our demand for swordsmanship is not that high. We just need to cultivate our mind and study stronger Ki output methods."

"Look, Ah Lin said so! Jingwei, you should apologize to me quickly; otherwise, I will keep pestering you today and make you unable to do anything!"

"But Jingwei is also right. Swordsmanship is the foundation of skills. If you are half-baked, it will eventually affect the continued improvement of your cultivation."

"Who are you helping? Otherwise, you can do it if you can!" Ji Lin jumped angrily.

Ah Lin looked at Fu Hua, who looked helpless, and then turned to Ji Lin and nodded with a smile.

Ji Lin puffed up her cheeks and glared at the two of them angrily.

The next second, Ji Lin, who was standing on the ground, and Ah Lin, who was floating in the air like a fairy, suddenly exchanged glances.

Ji Lin casually took Xuanyuan Sword into her arms, raised her head, squinted her eyes, and pouted her lips in anger:

"Why are you standing there? Start your performance!"

Ah Lin, who had changed into a real body, looked at Fu Hua again, then bent down to pick up the wooden sword and casually made a neat and crisp sword stance.

Fu Hua's eyes lit up. The details showed the most. Ah Lin's level seemed to be different from Ji Lin's.

Ah Lin smiled gently and started to walk towards Fu Hua.

"Jingwei, speaking of which, the last time I remember practicing was five thousand years ago in reality. I don't know if I have regressed, and I don't know... How much have you improved?"

"Bang!!!"

The dull sound of wooden swords colliding, like the sound of bells and drums, echoed for a long time in the empty mountains and forests.

At the same time, there were a lot of fallen leaves rolled up by Taixuan Ki, one of which fell on Ji Lin's lips.

"Hmm?"

The consciousness projection body is a delicate physique, between reality and illusion, and the fallen leaves will stick to the lips.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

Ji Lin spat out the fallen leaves casually.

But just this moment of distraction, she could no longer catch the sword shadows of the two, nor could shs see their sword moves.

The wooden swords colliding in the air like a symphony, the magical steps and body movements, and the same calm smiles on the corners of the two people's mouths.

Ji Lin looked at it and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

'Memory is memory, the trurh is the truth.'

'The true level of the ancestor is indeed not something we can reproduce with some remaining memories!'

'Just a part of the cultivation memory allows us to glimpse the fourth level of the Blade Mantra. If the ancestor lives another 5,000 years, I'm afraid it is possible to surpass master, right?'

'Reasonable! After all, she was a pure human warrior who used the Xuanyuan Sword to seal Chiyou. Her talent should be one of the best in history!'

It was a hearty sword exchange that lasted until the sun passed the zenith.

When the two stopped, the originally flat square was already covered with sword marks.

And this was caused by using only basic physical strength without using true ki.

If true ki, that is, Honkai energy, was used, every tiny sword mark in the game should be unimaginably terrifying.

Ji Lin and Ah Lin switched back.

Then Ji Lin swung the wooden sword in her hand and blinked blankly, as if she couldn't believe that there was such a huge difference between the two people.

Fu Hua touched her chin and said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the split consciousness has also separated some of your characteristics. Ah Lin inherited a relatively complete level of swordsmanship and martial arts training. As for you, Ji Lin... well, you probably inherited some... well, imagination and writing ability, right?"

Fu Hua tried her best to choose her words, not using such honest words as martial arts waste, unstable mind, and whatever comes to mind.

Ji Lin puffed up her cheeks again and then said sullenly:

"Okay, okay, I really can't beat you in swordsmanship; whatever you say is what it is! Ah Lin, from now on, I will call out the names of moves and stances, and you will be responsible for providing swordsmanship and power, is that okay?"

"Really? Can I use those super cool names, sister?"

"What else? What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Who are we?"

Oh, not so much.

"Great! Don't worry, elder sister, I will definitely work hard to perfect those moves and will definitely live up to those talented and handsome names!"

Ah Lin was so excited that her eyes were full of stars, and she kept circling around Ji Lin.

Beside her, Fu Hua helplessly held her forehead and shook her head—one was responsible for being handsome, and the other was responsible for fighting. Although it was a bit strange, given Ji Lin's current state of being divided into two, maybe it was the best combination?

Fu Hua smiled gently and helplessly, but there was also a bit of reluctance in her eyes.

'It's been more than a month. After all, I have a contract with Otto, and I can't stay in Mount Taixu forever. But, how should I tell Ji Lin and Ah Lin?'

Fu Hua sighed in her heart. Perhaps for the first time in five hundred years, she regretted not setting an end date for the service agreement she promised at that time.

If she were free now, it would be great, so that she could always accompany Ji Lin and Ah Lin.