The towering walls, lush and verdant, framed a scene of thriving rainforest.
The walls symbolized confinement, while the rainforest represented freedom; yet, where the two converged, a heavy gloom seemed to press down upon Li Dong's heart. He understood all too well what his Uncle Luo Shaowen's appearance at this moment signified.
Yet, his mind struggled to accept it; a tangle of questions—like a chaotic mass of loose fibers—left him unable to find a clear thread, weighing his spirit down heavily. At the same time, however, there was a sense that the clouds were finally parting; ever since he had made a name for himself as the "Martial God," he had felt as though an invisible net was closing in on him.
Conspiracies had emerged one after another, leaving him exhausted and constantly on the run as the situation deteriorated. Even Sister Lan Yan and Sister Zhi Ran had fallen victim. Now, the haze that had shrouded everything seemed to reveal its true face—a face he dreaded seeing above all others.
A family member—someone close to him—might actually be the mastermind behind it all...
Amidst this turmoil of thoughts, Li Dong failed to notice at first that his uncle had not emerged alone; a graceful female figure was following close behind him.
She wore a researcher's white lab coat, yet the garment could not conceal her shapely, alluring curves—especially since the coat hung wide open at the front, revealing a completely naked body underneath.
Her towering breasts strained against the lapels of the coat, resembling a pair of jade peaches placed side by side—pointed, full, and heavy. The undersides of her breasts formed perfect, voluminous arcs; the flesh was abundant, appearing soft and supple yet remarkably firm and resilient. Despite their massive size, they showed little sign of sagging or splaying outward. That is what gave them such a firm, rounded lift; the nipples, pink and tender, protruded slightly from delicate, fine-textured areolas of perfect size—their centers holding soft, fresh tips that glowed with an exceptionally tender pink hue, reminiscent of the succulent flesh of a water lily seed or the translucent, rosy luster of agate.
The white lab coat, stretched taut by her ample bosom, failed utterly to conceal the alluring sights beneath: the deep, shadowy valley of her cleavage, the graceful curves of her waist and abdomen, and even the rounded, high mound of her sex—pressed so tightly that it created a slight, visible bulge.
Her fair, smooth lower abdomen was dusted with a fine, sparse down of dark, soft hair; it was not curly, but rather as delicate as newborn fuzz—a feature that bore a striking resemblance to Sister Lan Yan.
Lower down, the fabric parted at her voluptuous hips before tapering inward along her thighs like a pair of white feathers, allowing the beautiful contours of her figure to be glimpsed in tantalizing snatches.
Extending beneath were her shapely, slender legs, encased in sheer black stockings that reached all the way to the tops of her thighs; faint garter straps could be seen stretching up to her smooth, rounded waist, connecting to a delicate silver chain.
Cascading down her back was a mane of jet-black hair, fine as gossamer silk; a portion of it was gathered into a rosebud-like bun at the nape of her neck, securing the rest and lending her an air of professional poise blended with ethereal grace. Her beautiful face was framed by a few wisps of bangs; she possessed a shapely, upturned nose and a broad, smooth, jade-like forehead. Her arched brows were exquisitely delicate, and her cheeks held a fullness reminiscent of a youthful, baby-like softness. The gentle contours of her face tapered down to a chin that was both pointed and soft, exuding an air of intellectual elegance mingled with an indescribable feminine allure—a picture of graceful, exquisite beauty.
Accentuating this was a pair of bright, limpid eyes that seemed to possess the power to see straight into a person's soul...
Li Dong's heart nearly leapt from his chest, filled with an indescribable surge of emotion; this was, after all, the very Sister Zhiran he had been searching for so desperately. It was only after losing her that he had realized just how vital she was to him—how impossible it was to let her go.
Yet, the excitement soon gave way to bitterness. Although both Sister Lanyan and Sister Zhiran stood before him, he was currently held in check by Shen Weiwei, reduced to little more than a helpless spectator...
Amidst this emotional turmoil, the Pure Yang energy within him seemed to sense a formidable adversary; it began to surge violently, crashing like tidal waves against the barrier Shen Weiwei had erected.
Meanwhile, Luo Shaowen had approached Tang Lanyan. He wore only a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, leaving his chest and legs exposed; the muscles now revealed were a far cry from the image Li Dong remembered.
His physique boasted lines that seemed to follow the golden ratio, gleaming with a faint bronze luster that spoke of lean, powerful strength—a stark contrast to the slightly portly, middle-aged figure of the past.
Moreover, though he was barefoot, not a speck of dust touched his skin; a raised platform had spontaneously risen from the ground beneath his feet, and a red carpet materialized out of thin air, unfurling to pave his path. It was nothing short of a miracle, yet Li Dong sensed that this object—manifested out of thin air—lacked the tangible solidity of things in the real world; instead, it carried a faint, illusory quality.
It evoked the same feeling he had experienced with the skyscraper that had shot up from the ground and the primeval jungle before him. Moreover, this space instilled in him a sensation that was simultaneously familiar and oppressive, stirring up an inexplicable anger—as if an interloper had usurped his own home.
"Truly worthy of the title 'Battle Queen'; to think she could turn the tide even in a situation like this." Luo Shaowen smiled and clapped softly, as if he had just enjoyed a fine performance; observing Tang Lanyan's current state, a look of eager anticipation flickered in his eyes.
"But then again, how could a final showdown possibly lack an audience?"
Luo Shaowen gave a light clap, and dozens of figures emerged from the woods. Li Dong, whose attention had been entirely focused on Sister Lanyan, hadn't even noticed when they had arrived.
Now, as he turned to look, he was startled to realize that they were all people he knew. Aside from a group who were clearly foreigners and a Black man he had encountered previously, the crowd consisted entirely of teammates he had lived and trained alongside at the remote mountain base—including Qin Yan, who was still lying on the ground.