Farewell

"Uh, it's just a quick look, a quick glance and then I'm leaving, is that okay...? I'm worried about her safety, not that I want to spy on her! Yes, I'm just making sure she's safe, what if someone drugged her?"

Having quickly come up with an excuse, Si Ming immediately concealed his breathing, cautiously walked over, and peered inside through the crack in the window.

"No... I can't stand the smell... I just can't stop, mmm—"

Si Jingyu was seen holding a piece of clothing in one hand, breathing it through her nose, while her other hand was hidden under her skirt, swaying it incessantly.

Aren't these the clothes I just took off?

Si Ming was so shocked he couldn't speak.

"Even though it's wrong to do this kind of thing... why can't I help myself...?"

Si Jingyu held the sweat-smelling clothes to her nose, took a deep breath, and her face flushed even more. "My brother, I can't stop thinking about you. Why do you always avoid me...?"

Is this the legendary taste fetish?

Si Ming felt as if he had discovered some incredible secret. He wanted to turn around and run away, but found that his feet could not be moved, as if they were rooted to the ground.

"Ha... ha... it's all covered in his scent, no, I can't take it anymore..."

As Si Jingyu made a distressed sound, she kept moving her slender fingers under her white skirt. You could vaguely see a wet patch on the crotch of the white skirt, and liquid was flowing down her white thighs and dripping onto the sheets.

Each time the hand rhythmically moved deep into her lower abdomen, she would make a coquettish sound, accompanied by a wet, sticky gurgling sound like egg yolk being stirred, which was even more seductive.

Under the dual impact of sight and sound, Si Ming found himself unable to suppress a physiological reaction. His lower body swelled uncomfortably, and a desire stemming from biological instinct was tempting him, giving him an impulse to push open the door.

Just then, Si Jingyu's body suddenly convulsed, her supple waist arched backward sharply, and her toes stretched to their limit, turning into a tiptoeing position. Then came a lingering tremor, with each tremor followed by a deep breath, which gradually subsided, and finally she let out a long sigh of relief.

She was covered in sweat, her bangs plastered to her forehead, and her dress was disheveled. The dress had unknowingly been pulled up to her upper thighs, just covering her pubic area, but it was clear that the inside of her white thighs was covered in liquid, which shimmered under the moonlight.

She hugged her workout clothes tightly, squeezing her legs together. "His scent mixed with the smell of my sweat, ugh..."

Si Ming snapped out of his daze, his legs regaining their mobility. He hurriedly checked himself to make sure he hadn't left any traces, then tiptoed out of the courtyard and fled back to his room in a panic.

After he left, Si Jingyu face was exceptionally radiant, turned her head, looked at the window with a crack in it, and smiled.

Volume Seven: The Mysterious Sound Steals Dreams and Breaks the Heavenly Pillar

Chapter 403 Farewell

On the day of his return, Si Ming had already shaken off his mummy state. His physical recovery was faster than expected, and he could now walk. However, his body was completely empty and he couldn't exert any strength. For example, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power and the Asura Divine Power would cause him pain all over his body once they were activated. Now, his strength was only slightly better than that of an ordinary martial artist. It could be said that he had returned to square one.

Fashan of the Medicine King Hall examined Si Ming and exclaimed, "I thought the Alliance Leader had some secret to maintaining his youthful appearance, but I never imagined his true age matched his looks. This is truly... astonishing."

Si Shuiyun said impatiently, "Stop talking about these irrelevant things, just tell me how his injuries are healing?"

Fashan remained calm and composed, saying slowly, "The same fracture will heal in two or three months for a child, but it might take an elderly person two or three years. The Alliance Leader is young and full of life, so he is recovering quickly. As long as he doesn't get into fights, his daily life will not be affected."

Si Ming, "Then when can I get into a fight?"

Fashan said, "It will probably take another three months, and even when fighting, you can't use too much strength, let alone the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power or the Asura Divine Power. Your body is too strong. Even if you compressed a hundred oxen into a small ball, they might not be as strong as one of your arms. This humble monk has never seen anything like it... This humble monk can't find the words to describe it. I suppose even the Mahakala protector is no more than this. Therefore, to recover to your original state, you need to replenish a large amount of essence."

Si Ming well aware of how serious his injuries were, so he didn't make any demands. Minor injuries could be healed with rest, but the worst were those caused by the enemy's underhanded tricks or deadly poisons, which would absolutely not heal without finding the appropriate treatment.

"Since it can move, there's no problem. It's time to set off."

The Heavenly Martial Alliance's system was already well-established, so whether he was in charge or not made little difference. Especially after the Glazed Temple announced its membership, the Heavenly Martial Alliance's sphere of influence had extended into the Western Martial World, and even the Holy Land of Martial Arts had become a member of the alliance. Who would dare to provoke them? The idea of Six Great Aristocratic Families joining forces to fight against them would be a trivial matter now.

To fill the power vacuum that emerged in the alliance after his departure, Si Ming established an elder council system, selecting one person from each faction as an elder representative to decide the policy direction and mission issuance of the Heavenly Martial Alliance through voting at meetings. This system was established with the approval and assistance of Murong Qing. While the current system is not without flaws, it is at least free from major errors.

Both dictatorship and democracy have their advantages and disadvantages. The former is more efficient, but the responsibility rests on the ruler alone. If the ruler is a wise one, he can lead the team to great progress. However, if he is a foolish one, he will quickly fall into the abyss. In comparison, the latter is more stable. Even if one or two fools emerge, it will not cause too much harm. However, it is easy to get caught up in endless wrangling and political games, making it difficult for ambitious people to stand out.

The Heavenly Martial Alliance in a period of growth. As long as it doesn't deliberately cause trouble, it can ensure stable development. The democratic conference system might slow down the pace of development, but the Heavenly Martial Alliance is already showing a tendency to develop too fast. Changing the system can help stabilize its pace and avoid making mistakes. From this perspective, it is the most suitable option.

Moreover, even if problems arise, it doesn't matter. It's not like Si Ming won't come back. With his great achievements in establishing the Heavenly Martial Alliance and killing the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, he can easily smooth over any trouble. After all, his reputation in the martial arts world is almost at the level of "Big Brother". It wouldn't be surprising to see his portrait hanging in the main hall of a house.

"Now that the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King is dead, it shouldn't be difficult to reclaim the northern territory. The Southern Martial World should be able to stabilize now, right?" Si Ming asked.

Fashan said, "Generally speaking, things are stable, but I heard that the former Yi Divine General Wang Dashe is gathering the Spirit King's subordinates. He is also an ambitious person, and it seems that he is unwilling to be content and wants to take the throne of the Spirit King."

Si Ming recalled his impression of this traitor during his time impersonating the Buddha-Slaying Monk, saying, "Well, you could say he wasn't smart, but he was too arrogant and lacked self-awareness. He had ambition but no corresponding strength. He had neither invincible martial arts nor the ability to resurrect infinitely like the King of Monsters. He was busy scheming and plotting everywhere, but in the end, he only ended up with nothing."

Fashan nodded and said, "We don't plan to fight him right now. The battle against the Eye of Extinction Primal Qi Glazed Temple, and they need time to recover. It's not too late to eliminate him after we've caught our breath."

Si Ming pondered, "We can't let him have it too easy. If he really manages to subdue the remnants of the Spirit King's forces, he might become a major threat. Master, you can propose at the Elders' Meeting that the next mission should focus on eliminating the Anomalies creatures of the Southern Martial World... Considering Xilai's wishes, those Monster Race who are willing to retire from the martial world and live a peaceful life can be forgiven for their past transgressions, and we should focus our efforts on those restless individuals."

"Thank you for the suggestion, Alliance Leader. I will do so. Please take care, Alliance Leader."

Goodbye.

Si Ming bid farewell to those who came to see him off and refused the requests of his Registered Disciple Zhao Jiaren and other admirers who wanted to follow him.

Are you kidding me? Imagine if they arrived in the Sea Continent and found out that the dignified leader of the Heavenly Martial Alliance was actually a high school student who needed to go to school every day. Wouldn't that contradict his noble and righteous image? How could anyone still admire him?

Although it's common for high school students to play saviors, these guys probably don't understand the joke, so let's not ruin the shining image of their spiritual leader.

Si Ming went to the altar where the ceremony was to be held and found that Hongdou and the others were already waiting there. At first glance, the sight of so many beautiful women made him feel like he was bringing his wives home to visit his family.

However, the atmosphere at the scene was far from relaxed; the situation of "two tigers cannot share one mountain" continued.

Si Jingyu said, "I disagree with opening the time tunnel to others. Your approach is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house. What if the other party has malicious intentions and wants to steal our achievements, or use our name to do reckless things?"

Murong Qing said, "This is driven by selfish motives; you want to treat the Heavenly Martial Alliance as your own backyard."

"Let's just say it's selfishness at play, but the Heavenly Martial Alliance was originally established by Si Ming. What's wrong with not sharing the fruits of his labor with others?"

"I don't mean to deny his work and ownership, but I want to give him a better suggestion. Si Ming's roots are ultimately in the Sea Continent. He can't devote too much energy to the Barbarian Continent. Rather than being overwhelmed and abandoning it, it would be better to hand it over to someone else to manage, so as to further develop and strengthen the Heavenly Martial Alliance. This is the most rational and efficient approach. Your idea of being a mountain king and not allowing others to set foot on your territory is as ridiculous as Agricultural School forbidding a merchant from entering the country," Murong Qing criticized righteously.