Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

As she spoke, she took off the black gloves she always wore.

The moment she took off the glove, it seemed to come alive, spreading out into countless fine threads that, as if consciously aware of their purpose, gently covered the wound on her abdomen.

It was neither stitching nor treatment, but rather the threads were filled into the wound as if they had always belonged to this body, smoothing out all the scars and returning it to its original white skin, as if the wound had never existed there.

"See, isn't that better?"

Li Zhaoning lowered the hem of her robe, straightened her body, and said in a deliberately relaxed tone:

"As I said, I'm a 'skin-changer,' so manipulating my own 'skin' is a basic skill."

"These threads are essentially my shed and separated 'skin.' This is just a temporary return for them to become part of my body's barrier again. There will be no side effects..."

However, before she could finish speaking, her body jerked violently, and she let out a painful groan.

"hiss--!"

"And here come the side effects?"

Mian sighed helplessly as she watched her endure the pain.

"It's not a side effect."

Li Zhaoning turned her face away somewhat awkwardly, but stubbornly said:

"...It just takes a little time to get used to the new 'skin.' The internal repair process will naturally take longer..."

"Stop being so stubborn."

Mian spoke in a serious tone, displaying the authoritative demeanor of a teacher who brooks no argument with his students.

"Remove the threads and let me see what's wrong with the wound inside. Since I'm God's chosen one, maybe I have a solution."

"Hey, my lord, that's a bit much... I'm actually a rather traditional girl, and there's a principle of men and women not touching each other. You should..."

Li Zhaoning's expression visibly tensed up, but she still managed to utter those offbeat, witty remarks.

"Stop talking nonsense. It concerns your safety. Let me at least take a look."

Mian stood firm, her eyes resolute.

Seeing the unwavering concern and persistence in Mi An's eyes, Li Zhaoning struggled for a moment, but ultimately gave in and sighed resignedly.

"...Fine, fine, I give up."

Li Zhaoning bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching slightly. The silvery-white threads covering the wound receded rapidly like a tide, reforming into the shape of a glove in her hand.

She took a deep breath and, somewhat awkwardly, lifted the hem of her dress again, exposing the injured skin on her waist and abdomen to the dim light.

The three scratch marks reappeared, even more shocking than before. The flesh deep within the wounds was a chilling dark gray, like frozen soil stained with death. The grayish-brown edges not only did not fade, but instead showed a tendency to spread to the surrounding healthy skin.

Dark red blood slowly seeped from deep within the wound, and Mian could also smell a strange candle fragrance.

He moved closer, held his breath, and carefully observed the grayish area and the bleeding wound, trying to find out what was wrong.

He did possess some basic wound care and first aid knowledge, but faced with a wound caused by such supernatural power, he should have been completely helpless, unless…

What an ambiguous moment.

White light characters belonging to the cheat system popped up before Mi An's eyes again, describing words even more unconventional than Li Zhaoning's.

To this, Mian only wants to say—

Get lost, what's so ambiguous about it?

A man and a woman alone in a room, their breathing rapid, their skin pressed together.

Even if you're chased for two blocks, you'll still be panting! Also, could you give me some useful information?

Mi An was so angry he was itching to bite back. Although he had been staring at Li Zhaoning's wound for a long time, waiting for this thing to appear, it had been reliable for a long time lately, so much so that he had temporarily forgotten how annoying it could be when it went crazy.

[Your Majesty is human, and you believe you have no need to hide your self-evident desires. But before that, you must lift the veil of illusion that shrouds them—that thin layer of fabric.]

[Do you remember, Your Majesty? As long as you walk within your land, what you see is correct, and what you feel is true.]

Just as Mian was about to get angry at the mention of the veil by the golden finger, the white light text that popped up next stunned him.

He had seen such a familiar description before, in the Jinfu Building where a complex spatial barrier was set up.

He was trapped in an endless corridor when the white light appeared from the shards of the mirror, guiding him to easily break through all the labyrinths and illusions that followed.

It has to be said that that was perhaps the most impressive cheat ability Mian had ever used. His ability was probably partly responsible for how easily he subdued Ryan.

But after that, this ability seemed to remain completely transparent. After all, Mian's subsequent opponents were either the purely physical Matt or the Free Metropolitan who openly engaged in cunning schemes.

Only now have words related to this ability reappeared before his eyes.

But what does this mean?

Mian frowned.

Does this mean they're trapped in some kind of barrier? Or is the Li Zhaoning in front of them actually a fake?

No, it's not!

Suddenly, Mian's eyes lit up. Her attention returned to the "obscured and confusing thing - the veil," which was the very veil that had blocked the release of her desires in the other world.

What kind of things in the real world prevent one from having similar emotions?

A critical situation? A sense of responsibility? Or...?

Mi An blinked as she looked at Li Zhaoning's fair abdomen. She had to admit, Li Zhaoning's abdomen was the most perfect one Mi An had ever seen.

The curve of her lower abdomen was incredibly smooth, slightly tapering yet naturally extending, forming a beautiful arc under the outline of her clearly well-trained muscles.

However, this doesn't feel overly stiff. The smooth, white skin softens the strong lines of the muscles, making it look more like a delicate work of art, or a pillow with just the right firmness—not necessarily the softest, but certainly the most comfortable for the stiff neck, making one imagine how comfortable it would be to rest one's head on it.

But this perfectly shaped abdomen now bears a disappointing wound.

Yes, yes, this wound is that unsightly, deceptive thing, that veil that prevents skin from touching.

Mian suddenly understood everything.

If that's the case, then he might know how to help Li Zhaoning treat this wound.

So he reached out to Li Zhaoning's abdominal wound. Instead of touching or stitching the wound, he gently lifted it up, as if lifting a light veil.