I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The venue for the finals of the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament.

A cultural landmark of Japan.

Mount Fuji is a privately owned property.

What did the invitation say again?

—The cherry blossom path will be illuminated by lanterns, and the sea of ​​clouds over Mount Fuji will be laid out for you.

The organizers succeeded.

However, the first climber was not Boss Jiang. No, the name on the invitation has been changed. The one who directly qualified for the finals is now Master Duanmu.

The claim that the eight major sects attended the ceremony is pure nonsense; it's not like they were besieging Bright Peak.

At the end of the cherry blossom path, in a quaint bamboo garden, sitting peacefully opposite each other are Mr. Jiang's old acquaintances.

"Mother, thank you."

That's right.

The man among them was none other than the Fujiwara clan head, who was too afraid to go home.

what happened?

—Could he also be a hidden master?
Not too possible.

Practicing martial arts is an extremely arduous undertaking that requires immense perseverance. As the son of a wealthy family, he has no time to fully enjoy the wonders of the world, let alone seek out hardship for himself.

People like Boss Jiang who enjoy self-torture are ultimately a minority, after all, he comes from a background of being a sycophant.

The Fujiwara clan chief's expression was very sincere. Mount Fuji was actually quite ordinary at this time of year, but as the saying goes, "the scenery is created by the heart," and he felt that now was the most beautiful time.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

As Fujiwara's wife stepped out of the Fujiwara ancestral home, she asked...

Without hesitation, Fujiwara Takuno replied, "Of course. As long as it's within my power."

"Can you spare Li Ji's life?"

Fujiwara Takuno, who had been unusually decisive just moments before, suddenly fell silent. Little did he know that Mrs. Fujiwara had asked another man a similar question not long ago.

"Let her be an ordinary person."

Lady Fujiwara continued, treating everyone equally and fairly, with almost identical requests: "Is that alright?"

Fujiwara Takuno's lips curled into a smile. "An ordinary person. Does Mother think Liji can be an ordinary person?"

"Let her go to China, and never set foot in Japan again in this lifetime."

Fujiwara Takuno's gaze was slightly slanted. After a while, he said, "Go to Shenzhou? Wouldn't that be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains? To be honest, Mother, I dare not take that risk."

"Is there no room for negotiation?"

To betray his country at the last minute and disregard past grievances, he should be more than just grateful; he should be moved to tears. After careful consideration, Fujiwara Takuno ultimately chose to back down. "Mother, I can let Liji go. But she must stay at home and never leave. She's too cunning; I can only feel at ease when she's under my watchful eye."

This is a case of learning from one's mistakes.

"How do we explain this to the royal family?"

"Just prepare a stand-in. Once the stand-in dies, Fujiwara Reiki will cease to exist in the world."

Fujiwara Takuno spoke casually, but he had already prepared a plan in his mind. All he wanted was to take back what belonged to him, not to perish together with the other party. Therefore, the true identity of the unborn child in his sister's womb must never be exposed.

Lady Fujiwara nodded, seemingly approving of his plan, and then asked, "What about the child?"

Fujiwara Takuno frowned, looking puzzled. He thought he had given a clear enough hint, but his mother ignored him and continued to make things difficult for him.

"What do you plan to do with that child?"

A dark look flashed across Fujiwara Takuno's eyes.

What should be done?

Need I say more?

If he could, he would love to tear that wretched creature apart, slice it to pieces, and kill it!

However, for the moment, he still had to rely on the other party, so he could only suppress his dissatisfaction and obediently bow his head.

“Mother, that child is the source of all the trouble. I can’t think of any other choice.”

"But you should also thank him, shouldn't you?"

Fujiwara Takuno, with his head slightly lowered, twitched the corner of his mouth.

That's true.

If it weren't for this child, the mother would never have turned against him, but that doesn't change his attitude towards that wretched child.

Even feigning compliance is unacceptable.

Just imagine.

What man can tolerate the fact that the woman he considers his own is pregnant with another man's child?

Like a pride of lions.

The lion king regained control of the pride. The lionesses could stay and be used for mating and reproduction, but the cubs would certainly die.

Looking at her son, who was keeping his head down and remaining silent, Lady Fujiwara sensed his attitude.

"No matter what, that child has to call you uncle."

Mother, how naive you are.

In his heart, he never considered Li Ji as a younger sister.

Do you really think he's turned over a new leaf?
“Mother, I’m also thinking about the bigger picture. If we keep that child, once he grows up and learns about his origins, he’ll become a ticking time bomb. Mother, is it worth it?”

"It was a boy."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Takuno raised his head, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Then we absolutely cannot keep him."

"Can't you leave Liji with something to hold onto? Everything is gone, the child is gone, even if you don't do anything, she might not be able to hold on."

“Mother, you underestimate your daughter. Her willpower far exceeds your imagination. She would never want to die for a child.”

Fujiwara Takuno spoke slowly and deliberately, but there was actually a last half-sentence he hadn't said.

As long as people are alive.

child.

There will be more in the future.

Having said all she could say, Lady Fujiwara realized her son's mind was made up, so she didn't waste any more words and made one last request.
"Give me command of the Eclipse Group."

A ferocious glint flashed across Fujiwara Takuno's face, but he quickly concealed it. "Hasn't the Eclipse Moon Group always been under Mother's command? Has Mother also been sidelined by Li Ji?"

Lady Fujiwara remained calm and composed, replying, "Yes or no?"

It seems his mother still doesn't believe him.

Without any foolish hesitation, Fujiwara Takuno quickly agreed, "Of course."

Without Liji, Mother is like a tiger without teeth, or more accurately, a swan without wings. Where can she escape to?
"The Eclipse Group is of course the mother's."

Lady Fujiwara nodded.

"lady."

Someone walked into the secluded bamboo grove, which was not open to the public, and the dazzling golden hair added a unique touch to the verdant environment.

Finally, some contestants have arrived?

Fujiwara Takuno immediately stood up, nodded to the newcomer, and then quietly withdrew.

His mother's change of heart was certainly not due to his empty words. Only by showing his allies could his concerns be put aside.

The blond handsome man was very polite. Not only did he not bring any attendants, but he also bent down to offer a hand kiss, deliberately not actually kissing the other person's hand, just making a gesture. This thoughtful gesture showed great respect for the other person.

"The lady is still as charming as ever since we last met."

The blond hunk straightened up.

Mrs. Fujiwara's Chinese wasn't very good, but she was fluent in English and still remembered the other person. "Please forgive me for the poor hospitality at the last funeral."

“Madam, please don’t worry. I’m truly happy to see that you’ve overcome your grief.” “Please sit down.”

The blond, handsome man sat down casually and looked around. "The Genji family is truly selfless. If it were me, I wouldn't want to share such a beautiful place with ordinary people."

It is no secret among the world's elite that Mount Fuji is the property of the Genji family of Japan.

That's right.

Comrade Jiang Chen knew that Fujiwara's surname happened to be Minamoto.

"That's because you're so wealthy and powerful that you don't care about the revenue from opening Mount Fuji to the public."

Some people don't need business cards; you can tell they're rich just by looking at them.

This blond white man is a typical example; the air of someone who has been rich for more than one generation permeates his every smile, every word, and every action.

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with money. It's a kind of... how should I describe it? Yes, it's a sense of national pride and patriotism, something we don't possess. Just like your country's suicide squad attack on Pearl Harbor back then, which we couldn't understand."

Lady Fujiwara remained silent.

The blond white man laughed heartily, seemingly letting bygones be bygones. "Does Madam have anything she wants to ask me?"

Do I even need to ask?

Some people are enough simply by making an appearance, even without saying a word.

Lady Fujiwara shook her head.

"I do have a question I'd like to ask you, Madam."

"Please speak."

"Why would you choose your daughter over your son, Madam? I don't understand. Please enlighten me."

Why is it the same question again?
Didn't he ask Fujiwara Takuno that?

Also.

One-sided statements lack credibility.

The same question may not elicit the same answer from different people.

"unimportant."

It's best not to air your dirty laundry in public.

Take a look at Lady Fujiwara.

Aren't those women who can't wait to expose their husbands after just a few words of argument ashamed and embarrassed?

"No, no, it's very important."

The blond white man said seriously, "If the underlying code is wrong, it's very difficult to fix. The lady must have had her reasons for choosing a daughter over a son."

Why don't you ask my son about this?

"Of course I asked."

The handsome white man was impeccably mannered, a quintessential Western aristocrat. "But the Fujiwara clan chief's answer did not dispel my doubts. I believe that such a difficult decision could not have been made by the lady based on mere whims. Just like now, it was not because of whims that she switched sides again."

Lady Fujiwara remained silent.

"It's because..."

The handsome white man tentatively asked, "Did the Fujiwara clan chief do anything offensive to the lady?"

The elegant Lady Fujiwara's pupils contracted as she looked into those smiling eyes.

The other person shrugged.

"I was just guessing."

Is this just wild guessing?
Even if it was just a guess, the answer was found at this point.

He nodded, sighed softly, and looked at the widow, who enjoyed the highest honors in the country, with a gaze of sympathy, even pity.

“If that’s the case, then I can completely understand you, Madam.”

"My son may have a request of you, but that doesn't mean you can insult the Fujiwara family with impunity."

Lady Fujiwara instantly turned icy cold. It wasn't that she was ignorant of social etiquette, but rather that the other party had been far too presumptuous.

Think about Mr. Jiang. He knows everything about other people's family affairs perfectly well, but he doesn't say a word about it. He pretends to be stupid and acts like a fool. Of course, Westerners don't understand subtlety and speak more directly, but they can't be this clueless.

What's the difference between this and pointing at someone's forehead and cursing them out?

"Insult? No, no, I have only the highest respect for you, Madam."

The blond white man's eyes were filled with heartfelt sincerity. "Madam is a brave, wise, resilient, and extremely courageous woman. Your daughter must have inherited your fine qualities."

Hearing this, Lady Fujiwara's expression did not darken further, but her heart was filled with despair.

Ok.

It refers to the biological son who just left.

She thought that her son might have won the other party's approval through his own strength or character, but in the end, it turned out that he had betrayed the freedom of the entire family.

Telling the other party this secret is tantamount to voluntarily putting an iron chain around one's own neck and locking it tightly, and finally handing over the only key to the other party. From now on, the Fujiwara family will be the other party's pet, just like the relationship between the two countries for a long period of history.

Could it be...?

Don't you feel ashamed?
Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's perfectly normal?

Now think about the Eastern men on the other side...

Human nature has always been ugly.

At least by cooperating with the East, the Fujiwara family will not be enslaved.

The scales shattered with a crash, turning to dust and disappearing completely from Lady Fujiwara's heart. Her entire demeanor underwent an imperceptible change; the frost on her face vanished, and she was devoid of joy or sorrow.

When a person loses their emotions, that is often the most dangerous state. The blond handsome man seemed unaware of this, as the chessboard engraved on the stone table stole his attention from the mature woman in front of him.

It's not chess.

It is Chinese Chess.

America is at most a stepfather, the strictest father in this land, whose roots can be traced back to the resurgent ancient Eastern kingdom.

Genetic traits can be glimpsed in every aspect, from writing systems and lifestyle habits to social systems and folk culture.

The blond white man paused for a moment, then looked at the chessboard and muttered to himself, "If a person has undergone countless surgeries, colds, inflammations, skin ulcers, open-chest procedures, amputations, and chemotherapy, he should have died long ago. Why is he getting healthier and stronger? It doesn't make sense."

He shook his head to himself.

"Western medicine treats the symptoms, while traditional Chinese medicine treats the root cause. If it were Western medicine, I would have died long ago."

Lady Fujiwara chimed in, “Those bones are really tough. I wonder how flexible they are. Can they really dance?”

The blond white man looked up, but instead of angrily slamming his fist on the table and urging Fujiwara Takuno to bite him, he simply smiled nonchalantly.
“China is indeed a very magical country, but the honors they took thousands of years to achieve, we have accomplished in a few hundred years, and we are even better than them. Madam, tell me, who is more amazing?”

Lady Fujiwara did not respond.

Lady Fujiwara certainly couldn't answer, no problem, let the person who should answer answer answer. The blond white man patted his thigh lightly, not wanting to make things difficult for the other party, and said casually, "Has the rest of the guests not arrived yet?"

Her eyebrows, as delicate as bamboo leaves, twitched slightly.

"What guest?"

The blond white man's lips curled into a wide smile, and his warm eyes suddenly shone with a light that made people afraid to look directly at him. "I forgot to mention something earlier. Madam also has another excellent quality: humor."

Lady Fujiwara fell silent, acutely aware of the gap between her son and the true geniuses of the world.

"Susu..."

Is it the wind that moves, or the heart that moves?

Amidst the swaying bamboo shadows.

The person who was named made a dazzling appearance, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman, displaying an extremely charming and romantic nature.

However, the first thing he said when we met was incredibly corny.

"Tea or coffee?"

There's no more authentic Chinese than this. (End of Chapter)