Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

An Qingfeiming curled the corners of his mouth and tentatively sensed the other party's spiritual energy.

Weak, very weak!

She's probably just an apprentice shrine maiden at some unknown shrine.

Anyway, it's impossible for anyone to be stronger than him—he's an A-rank Onmyoji certified by Anqing Shrine.

It is second only to S-rank, SS-rank, SSS-rank, and the legendary "Great Onmyoji"!

"Brother Yuming wants me to come to the Holy Church to develop my own power. As a newcomer, if I want to quickly undermine the bishop of the East Sea District, I must do everything possible to find my kind without alarming Charsu."

The Black Dragon Group, the Viper Gang, and the Holy Cult, though seemingly united, are actually the three major forces.

However, internal factional divisions and the distribution of benefits are rife with open and covert struggles.

An Qingfeiming is An Qingyuming's younger brother—who infiltrated the Holy Church under the guise of "Father Lucius".

An Qingyu's plan to eliminate Charsu and become the bishop of the East China Sea District, thereby securing greater benefits for the An Qing family and the Black Dragon Group, is a hidden move by An Qingyu!

The universally acknowledged rule among exorcists is that innocent humans must not be harmed.

Since the other party had obtained proper religious credentials and hadn't done anything outrageous to her, she couldn't really say anything.

"Uh, I don't want to go... Just drop me off at Shilu."

An Qing frowned.

Subconsciously, he revealed a tiny bit of his A-rank Onmyoji-level spiritual energy.

She's so ungrateful; I'll just have to scare her a little.

While I'm at it, I'll also bask in their admiration—Wow, such a powerful A-rank Onmyoji! You're amazing! Please let me become your apprentice, Lord Beomyo!

After all, A-rank Onmyoji are extremely rare.

Its aura is as weak as a tiny earthworm... so feeble... it should only be A-rank...

Gen Kiyoko was a little confused. Why was he raising his chin like that?

An Qing frowned, looking at her stunned expression, and thought to herself:

"Could it be that I scared her silly?"

That makes sense. After all, if an A-rank Onmyoji suddenly appeared before your eyes, anyone would exclaim in surprise, "Wow, it's actually an A-rank Onmyoji!"

"If you don't listen, I can make you listen obediently," An Qingfeiming said calmly, with wisps of black smoke rising behind him.

At that moment, the little girl broke free from her mother and ran over as if grasping at a lifeline, sitting down next to Gen Kiyoko.

Gen Kiyoko's lazy gaze sharpened, her brows furrowing as she stared at the black smoke rising behind him, muttering to herself:

"The Purple-Gold Demonic Path..."

An Qingfei raised an eyebrow. "You know that too..."

"Grandma said that the Purple Gold Demonic Path refines the souls of virtuous people and drinks their essence to increase its strength. In the Exorcism Realm, it is an object of destruction by the righteous path..."

Well, she didn't want to get involved... but now it seems like it's not going to work.

Some things are like cockroaches and other pests; you have to get rid of them when you encounter them.

"Hehe, it seems you're not from some remote mountain shrine," An Qingfei said with a confident smile.

"I'm an A-level..."

The next second, the smile on his face froze, and he saw that the white-haired girl in front of him was surrounded by a chilling pressure.

"A... a great Onmyoji?"

An Qingfei stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape enough to fit a goose egg. She rubbed her eyes and screamed in disbelief:

"How is this possible? If you're a great Onmyoji... why... did you look so weak just now? Impossible, impossible!"

"You must be using some kind of magical artifact to enhance your spiritual pressure right now..."

Gen Kiyoko whispered, "My mother-in-law taught me..."

"What?"

"A master must conceal his strength, wait for the right opportunity, feign weakness to lower the opponent's psychological defenses, and then crush them with overwhelming force."

boom!

An Qingfeiming, covered in sweat, did not hesitate for a moment, elbowed the glass, shattered the glass, and jumped off the speeding bus.

The Great Yin-Yang Master... that's someone even Brother Yuming can't beat!

Damn it! If you're that strong, why are you pretending to be weak to take advantage of others?!

Suddenly, An Qingfeiming shivered, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was still standing inside the bus.

"Wha...what happened?"

Gen Kiyoko took out a small bronze bell, which she gently shook, producing a pleasant ringing sound.

"Upon hearing the sound of the soul-capturing bell, you will never achieve 'truth' in your actions."

"Let us sink into the illusion."

This is the most powerful magical artifact her mother-in-law gave her—the Soul-Capturing Bell, specifically used to strike people. The more unstable a person's Dao heart is, the greater their fear, and the deeper they will fall into the illusion.

Therefore, she needed to "play dumb to fool the enemy," revealing the aura of a "Great Yin-Yang Master" at the crucial moment to frighten the opponent and disrupt their Daoist mind.

She wins as soon as her opponent gets scared.

However, this combo also has its drawbacks—if the opponent is very strong, they can easily maintain their Dao Heart and resist her attacks…

However, this guy who cultivates the Purple Gold Demonic Path is too weak.

"I just want to go home," Kiyoko said helplessly, shaking the bell again.

"Aaaaaaah!"

An Qingfeiming seemed to have seen something terrifying and screamed.

The passengers and drivers seemed to sense that something was wrong with the butler, their eyes turning fierce as they pounced on her and the little girl.

The children, who looked like dolls, remained motionless, as if they were dead.

Jingle bell~

The next second, the passengers and driver who had been lunging at her turned around and pounced on An Qingfeiming, tearing at his body like zombies.

click-

The mad driver bit down hard on his old man, Ding.

The intense pain briefly pulled him out of the hallucination.

"Aaaaaah! The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons! Explode!"

In an instant, countless souls filled with pain and desire flew out from various parts of his body.

Those who refine the Purple Gold Demonic Path emphasize "eating human souls," suppressing different ghosts within their bodies and using their physical bodies as earthbound barriers to imprison evil spirits, releasing them only during battle.

It's a bit like a trainer from Pokémon.

Gen Kiyoko took out a copper pen and quickly drew several talismans, which she then cast.

Those evil spirits, enough to devour a whole busload of people, were purified and vanished without a trace.

"Hmm, wasn't that driver a bit too brutal...?" Kiyoko covered her and the little girl's eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene.

"Um?"

"Something's wrong, the driver is biting someone, then...who's driving?"

Kiyoko looked toward the driver's seat.

The next second, the entire bus flew off the mountain road, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Minamoto Kiyoko:......

A few seconds later.

The entire bus crashed, with only a long purple ribbon holding a dozen or so people as they slowly landed.

Those ordinary people who entered the illusion rolled their eyes back and fainted.

As for that An Qingfeiming... he has already perished in the fire.

All members of the Purple Gold Demonic Path deserve to die!

"Princess Kaguya, Immortal Sister..." The little girl stared blankly at Kiyoko, her long white hair flying in the air.

The purple ribbon around her waist seemed to come alive as she slowly descended, wrapping around the crowd.

Beautiful sister, she can fly, she's an immortal!

A glimmer of light gradually appeared in her eyes, and after landing, she knelt down without hesitation:

"Fairy sister, please... help me, okay?"

While Gen Kiyoko was diligently collecting the ribbon ritual implements, she refused without even looking up:

"This is so troublesome! If you have any problems, go to the police station. I have other things to do..."

"But, but..." the little girl said, her eyes brimming with tears, biting her lower lip.

"Lei had gone out before and even went to the police station, but... he got beaten up and sent back to the 'farm'..."

"A farm?" Kiyoko asked, puzzled. "What farm?"

"It's a farm that Mom and my uncles built. We always thought it was an 'orphanage,' but Norman went out for a while and came back to tell us that this isn't home... everyone here is... crops..."

Her words were somewhat disorganized, but they stirred a faint unease in Kiyoko's heart.

I... I can't listen anymore, or I'll get into trouble again...

However, she didn't move her feet and continued listening to her talk.

"Our existence is for organ matching for the 'uncles,' and... drawing blood by pricking their backs with needles. Norman saw it with his own eyes: Connie was cut in half with a knife, then pieced together and sent into a refrigerated truck. And, oh right, recording..."

As if she had thought of something, the little girl tore open the sewn-up bag and took out a blood-stained recording pen.

[Buzz... This batch of goods is to supply the... Holy Church Gathering... Pluto... on the cruise ship... The demand is huge... On the farm... children over six years old... those whose frontal lobe has been removed... all of them will be sent there...]

[Should we send it to...the Li family first...to extract adrenaline...?]

[No need... This time... Sizzle... I plan to just... sizzle... eat... fresh... half the little girl and half the little boy... send them all up... that'll be enough... Higashi Aoyama Port... in a few days...]

【Okay... I'll go prepare... Tsk tsk, by the Feather of Immortality, may you live forever...】

……

"Norn and the others... they've been captured and put on that cruise ship... the Pluto! Please, fairy sister, can you use your divine power to save them... they're going to be eaten... sob sob..."

Gen Kiyoko lowered her head, unable to see the girl's eyes, reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes, and asked:

"Little friend, what's your name?"

"Emma...that's the name my 'Mom' gave me...sob sob..."

"Okay, I'll call you a taxi. When you get to 'Izumi Ramen,' go inside and ask who's called Minamoto Yoshiko. When she comes, tell her that Minamoto Kiyoko sent you, give her this card, and say the PIN is Yoshiko's birthday."

Gen Kiyoko's tone became very gentle, and she lost her lazy air as she handed her a bank card.

"I……"

"Although I'm not a particularly diligent person, I always keep my promises. Trust me, everything will be alright, okay?"

Gen Kiyoko hooked her little finger with Emma's, a reassuring smile spreading across her delicate face.

"Fairy Sister... thank you. I've asked so many people, but they... they all refused to help me. Thank you... thank you..."

Emma knelt down, crying.

Through her collar, one could see her delicate neck covered with countless needle marks.

Who on earth would do something like extracting bone marrow from such a young child?

Yuan Qingzi silently searched the driver's pocket for his phone, hailed a taxi at the intersection, and when the taxi arrived, she helped Emma into the car and said:

"Take this little girl to 'Izumi Ramen,' and I'll give you 30,000 yen."

Upon seeing the thick wad of cash, the driver's expression turned solemn: "Yes!"

Then, she hailed another taxi.

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Go to Higashi Aoyama Port. By the way, isn't there a cruise ship called 'Pluto' docked at that pier?"

The driver had little interest in chatting.

Gen Kiyoko tossed out a wad of cash and asked casually, "Is that right?"

"Oh, you've come to the right person... My son is a dockworker at the port, that's true. But this cruise ship is heading to Shanghai... There's some kind of... cosplay festival?"

"We old folks don't understand any of this. Sigh, it's true, it's obviously cheaper to pack refrigerated food at Daxia."

"I don't know why, but I ended up here to replenish my supplies... I guess I want to eat radiation-contaminated food, hahaha!"

Gen Kiyoko lowered her head and remained silent.