Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The tall, slender lady dressed slowly and deliberately, glancing at the young lightning mage with a disdainful sneer: "So you mage group members are just stupid. Instead of trying to win Ryoko's favor with meaningless little tricks like bringing her breakfast and hoping that you'll be the first person she sees when she wakes up, you should be more practical."

"Practical...pragmatic?"

"Let me teach you. Take advantage of the night and sneak naked into a man's bed. Be bold, no one can refuse you, not even Ryoko." The woman in the Hidden Mirror licked her luscious lips, smiled, and leaned down to give Shen Liang a farewell kiss before getting dressed and leaving gracefully.

The petite Thunderfire Sorcerer stared thoughtfully at the satisfied figure of the woman in the mirror.

Among the Fools, the ladies of the Hidden Mirror were on average four or five years older than the Thunderfire Sorcerers. The Thunderfire Sorcerers usually couldn't outsmart them; it seemed they were indeed still young, still thinking about romance and sentimentality.

Look at the lady who hides her mirror, how direct she is!

If this continues, Ryoko will almost forget about the Thunderfire Sorcerer system! After losing to the Lady, then to the Hidden Mirror, then to the Icefire group, there's nothing left to lose. At that point, the average lifespan of the other groups will be fifty or sixty, and the Thunderfire group will commit suicide at thirty. Without the Sea Moon to extend their lives, it seems quite likely that even these evil eye enthusiasts will live to thirty!

But it seems alright, at least they can occasionally turn to Ryoko for some relief. Who can the men of the Fatui turn to? Asking Ryoko to sell her body… she wouldn't take it, unless those debt collectors under their masks look almost as cute as Ryoko. Right, I've never seen those debt collectors without their masks. Imagine them paired with Ryoko… hehehehehe…

Shen Liang stared blankly at the lightning sorcerer, who then started chuckling to herself. Although she didn't know what she was laughing at, Shen Liang still felt a chill.

Then he saw the lightning mage take a deep breath as if she had made up her mind. Then she took off her hood, lifted his chin with a charming look in her eyes, and picked up a piece of bread to feed him mouth to mouth.

"It's broad daylight..." Shen Liang tried to refuse.

"Anyway, there's no one here..." The Thunderfire Sorcerer had barely finished speaking when the door was knocked on again.

"Tsk!" Her expression clearly fell, and she clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. However, the Fools' Clan had a bad reputation, and it was somewhat problematic if people discovered that Shen Liang was colluding with them. She angrily slapped Shen Liang across the face to show her dignity, and then jumped out of the window.

Unexpectedly, they entered the Night Palace.

The young delinquent girl furtively closed the door, then jumped onto his bed, her nose twitching slightly, and asked in confusion, "Why does it smell so good?"

Shen Liang guiltily looked away. The ladies in the Hidden Mirror Pavilion were quite mature and most of them liked to wear perfume.

"Let's not talk about that, Ryoko, Ryoko. I sneaked out to ask you, do you want to participate in the Hundred-Man Uprising?" Yomiya's eyes sparkled. "I tossed and turned in bed all night thinking about it. In five more years I'll be twenty-three. By then I might be even busier with family business and won't have the chance. There aren't many things in life you can miss! I want to participate in this martial arts tournament! I also want to try to win the Jade Dragon Flag!"

"Then why don't you participate..." Shen Liang said, somewhat puzzled. "If Mr. Ryunosuke allows it, then you should participate."

“One person can’t possibly win against a hundred!” Xiao Gong replied instinctively. Then, guessing that Shen Liang didn’t understand the competition rules, she quickly explained, “This is a team competition, requiring four people. Although one person can do it, how can one person beat four people?”

With Xiaogong's explanation, Shen Liang finally understood the rules of the martial arts tournament.

"One Hundred People, One Plan" refers to a four-person team competition, where each team sends out four people, divided into vanguard, midfielder, defender, and general. Each one-on-one duel takes place, and the winner can stay on the field or make a substitution, while the loser must leave the field and make a substitution, until all members of a team have been defeated, at which point the team loses.

There are almost no restrictions on the duels on the field; unarmed combat, weapon attacks, and even alchemy and the Eye of God can be used. However, this year, due to the Eye Hunting Order, the unspoken rule of the competition is that the Eye of God cannot be used unless you are a foreigner, and the Eye Hunting Order does not apply to foreigners.

In other words, even the Inazuma people cannot use the Eye of God. If you use the Eye of God, you might be met with boos.

This competition format allows for the possibility of one person fighting four, so even if you're alone, you can form your own team. However, no matter how strong an individual is, defeating four people is still quite difficult. In the past hundred years of the Hundred-Man Rebellion, only Ruka Sangomiya not only managed to do it, but also defeated three teams in a row, taking on ten opponents single-handedly.

"You ask me why I'm looking for you? Of course it's because I think you're amazing!" Xiaogong blinked his big eyes, knelt on his bed and pressed down on his blanket. "Although you don't look like you can fight, I can see your abs under your clothes. And even someone as serious as Kujo Sara is so serious about being friends with you, which means you must be a strong person in her eyes."

Shen Liang subconsciously tugged at his clothes. This little delinquent girl really was a delinquent girl; she was actually spying on him there!

"Please, please, as long as you participate in the competition with me, I... um, what can I give you?" Xiao Gong frowned and pondered. Because she was currently pressing Shen Liang down on the bed, her bandaged chest revealed a slight cleavage.

Shen Liang suddenly realized that she was indeed quite well-endowed, but the bandages made it less noticeable. If Kiana was around a D cup, then Yoomiya was definitely an E cup, an exceptionally high level of development for her age. After thinking for a while, Shen Liang could only compare to Raiden Mei.

Pshaw, it's not even half the size of my Dafeng.

Chapter 101 Sit still and don't move!

"Who did you contact for the four people?" Shen Liang asked.

"You!" Xiaogong looked at him like he was an idiot. "I'm right here, why are you still asking?"

"Besides me?" Shen Liang asked helplessly.

"We haven't had time to prepare yet!" Xiaogong exclaimed energetically, patting his heavy chest. "But it's okay, with you and me, we're strong enough!"

Shen Liang looked at her with great momentum, her bandages shaking loose a few times, and looked away somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't believe me?" Xiao Gong snorted. "Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm the Summer Festival Queen of Narukami Island, and I made all the fireworks on the island myself!"

"What does that have to do with your combat strength?"

"It really doesn't matter, I just wanted to use this sentence to emphasize that I, Xiaogong, am also a very special existence!" Xiaogong took out a rope tied inside the lining of his clothes, from which hung a gem with a flowing, fiery red surface. "Ta-da, look, the Eye of God! I am a human with the Eye of God, you know. Even if I can't use elemental power, I can still defeat many people with the enhancement of the Eye of God's constitution!"

Fire-type God's Eye.

No wonder they're a family of fireworks makers; they have the Eye of God to help them make fireworks... Maybe their fireworks are infused with elemental power? The kind that can repel enemies just by holding them!

Shen Liang hesitated for a moment, then remembered that he could actually contact the Coral Palace. His Stigmata system had an innate ability to communicate with eligible individuals who had reached the maximum progress, as well as with Stigmata Heroic Spirits.

A certain Coral Palace Ryuka is both a qualified candidate and a Heroic Spirit.

[Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, Liangjiang? I haven't gotten up yet! Xinhai? Xinhai hasn't gotten up either, she's sleeping next to me, or rather, in my arms. Are you jealous? I'm playing with your little girlfriend~] The great witch's cheeky voice entered his brain.

Shen Liang explained the matter of the uprising of a hundred men to her.

【Why are you telling me this? Who am I? I'm the former, former, former, former peerless Dongguo Musou! You don't think I'd still be interested in carrying some Jade Dragon Flag, do you?】

Where is my heart?

"Xin Hai isn't interested either. You want my ladylike Xin Hai to participate in this kind of tough, manly competition? Liang Jiang really doesn't care about his girlfriend..." Coral Palace Ryuka chuckled, ruffling her niece's soft hair. "Besides, it's several days' sea voyage between Haiqi Island and Narukami Island. If I still had your Stigmata, I could be by your side anytime. Now that I have a physical form, how am I supposed to go? Don't even think about it."

The communication was cut off, and Shen Liang was unable to recruit any teammates.

The Stigmata system has a major drawback: the weaker the Heroic Spirit you seek from the ley lines, the easier it is for it to materialize. Once a Heroic Spirit materializes, although it has many benefits such as regaining its strength and leaving a physical imprint, materialization means having a physical body, and you can no longer enter its Stigmata space at any time.

In other words, unmaterialized Heroic Spirits can return to their Stigmata at any time, appearing immediately as combatants accompanying them. Materialized Heroic Spirits, on the other hand, lose this convenience.

Now that Coral Palace Ryuka has been revived, Shen Liang knows that although she appears to be slacking off, she has been working hard to maintain the balance between Coral Palace and the Shogunate, assisting Coral Palace's Heart Sea. The matters she needs to handle are far busier than Shen Liang's. She has her own life and cannot be an assistant that Shen Liang can always rely on.

Although Shen Liang, who relied on petrol bombs to intimidate Inazuma, didn't really need any help.

After thinking for a while, Shen Liang decided to refuse.

Firstly, his own combat abilities might not meet Yoomiya's expectations; secondly, once he participates in the Hyakunin-ikki, his identity will be exposed sooner or later. His exposure wouldn't be so bad, since he doesn't care about Inatsuma's opinion anyway, but if Yoomiya teams up with him… how will Inatsuma view Yoomiya in the future?

"Do you think we're too weak? No, no, no, we can actually find someone, like Kujo Sara. She's incredibly strong; she's a general in the shogunate army, she..."

“It’s impossible for Sara to be on the same team as Mr. Shen. It’s impossible for us to do so.” Kujo Sara pushed open the door and interrupted Yonomiya. “Sara also wants to participate in this martial arts tournament. The previous winner of the Eastern Kingdom Musou title was from the Kujo family. This year’s Eastern Kingdom Musou title should also be won by the Kujo family.”

"How could this be..." Yoomiya wailed upon hearing this. The Kujo clan wanted her to form her own team; she could easily guess that these were formidable opponents. Kujo Sara was already strong enough; her teammates couldn't possibly be weak either. Yoomiya's hopes had dwindled even further!

“It’s all about participation.” Kujo Sara smiled slightly and turned to Shen Liang, saying, “Today we’re going to the magistrate’s office. Actually, strictly speaking, it should be the magistrate’s office that’s hosting Mr. Shen, since Inatsume is in charge. Ayaka has been waiting for a long time.”

The three left the hotel.

The location of the shrine magistrate is on the mountainside of Mount Kagemuko. It is not in Inatsuma Castle because the shrine magistrate is in charge of functions such as culture, rituals, and diplomacy. It has a closer relationship with the Narukami Taisha Shrine at the top of Mount Kagemuko.

The journey from Inazuma Castle to the shrine's headquarters was long, and because the road was not very wide, horse-drawn carriages could not travel on it; it had to be done by human labor. This was a deliberate design choice for Narukami Taisha Shrine, as it was believed that only by climbing Mount Kagehiko on foot could worshippers prove their devotion to the thunder god.

So as soon as he stepped outside, he would gaze at the sky and complain.

"Speaking of which, today is Monday, so I have to go to Narukami Taisha Shrine to pray. It's convenient since we're going that way anyway. Ugh, ugh, ugh, it'll take at least a whole morning to get there, and the sun is so strong, my skin is practically dried out!"

Shen Liang squinted. The sun was indeed very strong today, especially since it was winter. The direct sunlight in winter was quite harsh and most harmful to the body. He glanced at Xiao Gong, who was trying to pull up his chest wrap to cover his neck as well, and suddenly remembered that he had a motorcycle.

He activated the teleportation screen directly on the front of the motorcycle, jumped in, and rode the Harley directly onto the street. The deep roar of the gleaming black, powerful muscular motorcycle startled the other citizens on the street, who ran far away in fear. Many thought it was some new monster with teleportation magic.

Kujo Sara, a man of wide experience, frowned slightly: "An alchemical vehicle?"

"A mountain-climbing cruiser, six-speed twin-cylinder, old-fashioned belt drive, 0-100 km/h acceleration in less than three seconds... Never mind, I don't understand these things and neither do you. Put this on." Shen Liang tossed the helmet to Kujo Sara. "Point out the way, I'll take you there."

Kujo Sara, somewhat bewildered, straddled the back of the motorcycle. Having never ridden in such a thing before, she reservedly refrained from clinging to Shen Liang's waist. Yoomiya, on the other hand, looked left and right, realizing there seemed to be no place to sit in the back, so she simply jumped in front of Shen Liang and casually sat on his lap, curiously examining the dashboard.

Because she couldn't wear a helmet where she was sitting, her high ponytail brushed against Shen Liang's face, carrying a novel but not pungent smell of gunpowder from fireworks. Shen Liang pressed her head down, and Xiao Gong obediently lay on his seat, her little bottom pushing back as much as possible so as not to obstruct his view.

"Sit still and don't move." It was the first time Shen Liang had led someone to ride this thing, and he was a little excited. He stepped on the gas!

Chapter 102 Soaring, so proud, so smug!

The twin-barreled jets emitted an almost bluish-green light, and the Milwaukee twin-cylinder engine, Harley's most violent power system, roared the most ferociously. This American muscle motorcycle accelerated to full speed the moment it started, kicking up a cloud of dust that cut straight out of Inazuma Castle like a black knife!

The wind blows.

"Yahoo—" Xiaogong couldn't open her eyes because of the wind. Her long bangs were blown into a slicked-back style as if they had been sprayed with hair gel. She desperately bent down and almost lay on the car seat, but still let out an extremely happy laugh.

Shen Liang was also blown by the wind and could only lie down. Kujo Sara had long since given up her composure and was clinging tightly to his waist. All three of them maintained a forward-leaning posture to resist the wind pressure, and the car maintained a speed of 140 kilometers per hour, speeding all the way!

"Ah—so good—!" Even though her slender waist was bent forward at a 45-degree angle from the pressure, Yomiya couldn't help but shout. People always feel inexplicably happy under crazy speed, and Yomiya was clearly one of those people.

Shen Liang suspected she was the kind of delinquent girl who would want to be a biker gang member if she lived in modern society, even though she looked like one! That high ponytail, that bralette, those tattoos that clearly screamed "bad girl"! The moment she straddled the motorcycle, the traffic police came out to arrest her, drawn by the scent!

"Mr. Shen! What kind of car is this?!" Kujo Sara shouted in Shen Liang's ear so that Shen Liang could hear her through the wind.

Shen Liang inexplicably wanted to reply to her with, "What's up with the AE86?"

"I don't know what kind of car it is! But! I, Yoomiya! Love it! I love it so much!" Yoomiya giggled, lying on her stomach. "Ryoko! You're pressing down on me!"

"I can't help it, should I slow down?" Shen Liang shouted, "Sa Luo! You're running me over!"

"No! If possible, I'd like to go even faster!" Xiaogong immediately rejected Shen Liang's suggestion.

Kujo Sara was speechless for a moment as she listened to their conversation. She wanted to say something, but the wind kept blowing in her mouth, so she could only hold Shen Liang's waist tighter to avoid falling. She was too lazy to say anything.

I feel like I can't connect with this group of people having so much fun.

This was Shen Liang's first time racing. On this land, there were no traffic laws, not even pedestrians or other vehicles. The mountain roads, though uneven, were a piece of cake for the Harley's off-road capabilities. Narukami Island has many mountains, and the winding roads seem endless. They weren't actually taking the shortest route, but rather the one with the best view, so the surrounding scenery was boundless as the Harley sped along.

"It's blowing my hair so hard it hurts. Can I take off my headband?" Xiaogong asked.

Shen Liang was about to say no, because that would make Xiao Gong's long hair fall loose, but then he remembered that he was wearing a helmet, so he nodded. When he realized that Xiao Gong didn't notice his nod, he said again, "Okay."

So Yoomiya bit the temari ball on the side of her face, reached behind her to untie the hairpin, and her long orange hair cascaded freely in the wind. She leaned on the dashboard, reveling in the smooth, flowing sensation of the wind through her hair, her eyes crinkling into adorable slits as she laughed.