Chapter 120 Monsters Save the World "Brother, before we subvert the world, we still need some thugs. Just the two of us and a few girls under my command are not enough to subvert the world." Lu Mingze said. "Oh, it seems you have found a choice." Lu Mingfei said. "There is a group of people in the mountains of Kobe. They were abandoned by their own families when they were young. They have been observed like little white mice all their lives. They cannot feel love and can only hide in dark corners all their lives, feeling the disgust of everyone around them. But if we give them a little warmth and light, they will rush towards us like moths, even if they are burned to death by such a little light and warmth." …… "Young Master, the head of the family has been waiting inside for a long time." Ying's voice was calm and respectful. Although her face was delicate and moving, there was no trace of emotion in her eyes. She stood straight like a cold statue. "Got it, Sakura." Yuan Zhisheng's tone was as calm as ever, and he casually handed her the newspaper in his hand, but his eyes stayed on the conspicuous picture on the newspaper for a brief moment. People like him who are always fighting and killing would not normally read newspapers, but the news published in the newspapers recently was so explosive that he couldn't help but pay more attention to it. The newspaper read: "Yesterday, the Ten Great Sword Masters of Tokyo lost to the descendant of the Minamoto family in Takamagahara. The descendant of the Minamoto family, Minamoto Yusuke, will continue to challenge other gyms in Japan today. Will the title of the strongest sword master be born in the 21st century?" The newspaper also included a picture of Lu Mingfei holding a wooden sword and looking at the people lying on the ground with contempt. This was about Lu Mingfei's battle in Takama-ga-hara yesterday. If you ask who is the most popular person in Japan right now, it is undoubtedly Lu Mingfei. Even the hottest star in the entertainment industry, Yamashita Tomohisa, cannot compare to him.
Yesterday, someone placed a high-definition camera inside Takama-ga-hara, recorded the entire battle process, and then posted it online. The video became an instant hit, and the whole of Japan went viral. Lu Mingfei’s previous videos of challenging other gyms had already earned him some fame in Japan. He relied on his powerful strength to violently crush those gyms, but the fights were basically over in just a few moves, so it wasn’t that entertaining to watch. But the battle in Takama-ga-hara yesterday was different. The strength of those sword masters was not to be underestimated. Their moves were sharp and full of murderous intent. It was obvious at first glance that they were very powerful. However, Lu Mingfei was able to handle such opponents with ease. Every move and style of his was a work of art, which was dazzling. This is better than any action blockbuster, and the name Minamoto Yusuke has become famous throughout Japan. At the same time, the news that Lu Mingfei was participating in the House of Representatives election was also revealed. Some girls who were attracted to Lu Mingfei have established a support club for Yuan Yusuke and started canvassing votes for Lu Mingfei. Those socialites and social elites who were watching the battle at Takamagahara yesterday also began to promote Minamoto Yusuke in their own circles. Some of them were attracted by Lu Mingfei's strength and appearance, while others saw the political potential in Lu Mingfei and planned to invest in him. Overnight, an unknown person became the most popular figure in Japan. As for the sign that Lu Mingfei was using to claim to be a descendant of the Yuan family, no one knew whether it was real or not. It was as if he had popped out from a crack in a rock. However, with the demeanor and strength that Lu Mingfei had displayed, no one could be sure that it was fake. Yuan Zhisheng adjusted his windbreaker, then walked past the fallen cherry blossoms in the garden and headed towards the vermilion shrine. The wind blew up the cherry blossoms on the ground, and they floated gently down at his feet like flying snow. It is the place guarded by the Sheqi Eight Families for generations, and every head of the Sheqi Eight Families is buried in the cemetery behind the shrine. The shrine is very old, but after careful renovation it no longer looks dilapidated. The only thing that has not been repaired is the burnt torii gate in front, and the vermilion stone walls still retain their original appearance, as if hiding some unknown past. He pushed open a hall next to the shrine, where statues of gods were enshrined and large murals were engraved on the walls. Next to the murals were bookshelves filled with ancient books and scrolls from very old times. An elderly man was rummaging through those ancient books. He was very careful in his movements, fearing that he would use too much strength and damage these precious ancient books. Finally, the old man found what he wanted among these ancient books. They were several scrolls. Some were so old that the paper was almost rotten, while others were relatively new, but they were also a bit old, and the corners were beginning to turn yellow. "Dad, why are you in the mood to come to the family library to look for information today?" Yuan Zhisheng walked towards the old man and asked softly. "Zhisheng, you're here." The old man heard the voice and looked up at Yuan Zhisheng at the door, then put the ancient book on the table beside him and opened it. "You've heard about what happened in Tokyo recently, right?" The old man said calmly, but with a hint of heaviness. "These days, many old friends have come to ask me whether the person who suddenly appeared is a descendant of the Minamoto family." Yuan Zhisheng stood beside the old man, looking down at the open ancient book. The pages recorded a long history. The handwriting was a little blurred due to its age, but the name of the Yuan family could still be recognized. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart. "Dad, you should have seen that video." He raised his head, staring at the old man, his tone a little doubtful and hesitant, "I am the Kagami Shinkei-ryu Menkyo Kaiden, so I am naturally very clear about the strength of Mr. Takamatsu Yuma. Even if I am under the siege of ten sword masters who are also high-level hybrids, it is impossible for me to be so relaxed. Even if I can win, it will not be so easy..."
"I understand what you want to ask." The old man sighed softly, his eyes returning to the ancient book on the table. "But I can tell you for sure that he can't be a descendant of the Yuan family." "Why? Just based on the brightness of those golden eyes, there is absolutely no way he can be an ordinary hybrid?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned. "Alas, because the descendants of the Minamoto family died out during the Meiji Restoration... You can take a look for yourself..." The old man pointed to the scroll on the table and motioned Minamoto Chisei to come over. "What!" Hearing the old man's words, Yuan Zhisheng was startled and immediately walked over to check the scroll. "The last descendant of the Minamoto family with imperial blood led the Eight Snake Families during the Meiji Restoration and joined the anti-shogunate faction of Emperor Meiji. He died in the confrontation with the Tokugawa shogunate. You also know that people with imperial blood find it difficult to give birth to offspring, and the Minamoto family bloodline was thus cut off." The old man took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, took a deep puff and said. "If the Minamoto family lineage was cut off during the Meiji Restoration, then who am I?" Minamoto Chisei looked at the records on the scroll in disbelief. He had always thought that he was a descendant of the Minamoto family with royal blood, and other people in the family had always called him the young master of the Minamoto family, but now someone told him that all this was fake. "I'm sorry, Zhisheng, I lied to you for so long. But there is one thing you cannot doubt. You are indeed the emperor, and you bear the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the family. However, your surname should not be Yuan, but Uesugi. The previous Emperor was from the Uesugi family, and only the Uesugi family has royal blood passed down." The old man took a deep puff of cigarette and continued. "Why do you do this?" Yuan Zhisheng still found it a little unbelievable when he heard the old man's words. "Because after the previous Shadow Emperor left, it had been a long time since anyone had gathered the five outer families together. It can be said that the family had already somewhat fallen apart at that time, so I had to create the illusion that the three inner families were all still there to reunite these forces. You represent the Minamoto family, Eri represents the Uesugi family, and I represent the Tachibana family..." The old man sighed deeply. "So, Eri is my biological sister?" Gen Chisei's voice was trembling a little. "Yes." The old man nodded affirmatively. At this moment, the door outside the hall was suddenly pushed open, and the previously indifferent woman Ying walked in quickly with a serious expression, breaking the silence at the moment. She bowed slightly, her tone revealing a bit of urgency: "Young Master, Head of the Family, the nursing home and school in Kobe were attacked, and all the family members with unstable bloodlines are missing!" "What!!!" Yuan Zhisheng and the old man exclaimed in unison, looked at each other, and their expressions suddenly became serious. …… Although night had fallen, to Akira Sakurai, the whole world seemed to be illuminated by a light. He stood in the middle of the playground, and the breeze brushed his face, bringing a hint of coolness. He is 21 years old and is a janitor in this school. But he knows very well that this is not an ordinary school at all, but a prison, a cage for "failures" like him. When he was five years old, he was judged by the elders of his family to have a defective bloodline and was likely to go berserk at any time. He was then taken away from his parents and sent to a church school deep in the mountains. Since then, he has never seen his parents again. Instead, various men in black would often visit him. They would ask him some very private questions, almost tearing him apart to see what was inside. He was manipulated like a puppet, and he had to answer those questions that made him feel uncomfortable, otherwise he might be killed. He knew that the men in black called people like him ghosts, and as long as they felt that there was something wrong with people like Sakurai Akira, they would kill them without mercy. But he clearly didn't do anything. He just wanted to be an ordinary person and live a normal life, instead of being a prisoner or a guinea pig and spending his whole life under the surveillance of others. When he was very young, he liked to sit in the middle of the playground and look at the clouds in the sky, imagining himself turning into a cloud and going to different places. During these dark and boring days, he began to write novels, and he began to fantasize about traveling around the world to have adventures and then save the world. But today was different. Today he felt a bright light shining in his dark life, and a woman wearing black-patterned hakama appeared in front of him. He initially thought that the man was the same as the other men in black, but when he saw the man knock down all the guards guarding the school, he knew that everything seemed different. The man standing in front of him, wearing a black-striped hakama, looked like a savior who had walked out of a dream. He walked slowly on the dim playground, with fallen guards around him. No one was able to resist his power, and he stood in front of all of them fearlessly, as if he was the master of the entire world. Sakurai Akira had never seen such a powerful and unquestionable existence. It was a power and aura that transcended the mundane. At that moment, the atmosphere on the playground froze, everyone held their breath, and all the people imprisoned in this "school" stood quietly in place, looking at the man. Lu Mingfei glanced at the people in front of him. Most of them were very young. Their faces were full of depression and despair. There was fear and confusion in everyone's eyes. They were like a group of birds with broken wings, trapped in this dark cage, and had forgotten what the sky looked like.
These people have been abandoned by their families and are considered "failed experiments", destined to live in the shadows all their lives. They have no choice, no hope, only endless darkness. "The world is about to be destroyed," Lu Mingfei's voice was not loud, but every word echoed in everyone's ears like thunder. His eyes were firm and calm, as if he had seen through it. "I need you to join me in saving this world." At that moment, Sakurai Akira felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body trembled. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him would actually make such an invitation to these "wastes" like them. Save the world? How could they, who were called monsters, save the world? "But we..." Sakurai Akira's voice trembled, and he struggled internally. He felt that this sentence was too absurd. "They called us monsters..." Lu Mingfei smiled slightly, his eyes were as cold as ice, but there was a warm light in them. "Monster?" Lu Mingfei's tone was filled with contempt and indifference. "I am also a monster, and the biggest monster in the world. Who says monsters can't save the world?" At that moment, Sakurai Akira's heart seemed to be pierced by something, his eyes were slightly red, and the long-suppressed emotions in his heart suddenly burst out. The pain, despair and loneliness he had endured all found an outlet at this moment. He was imprisoned in this "school" since he was a child, lost his freedom, lost his family, lost his dignity as a "human", and even began to doubt whether he was worthy of having a dream. However, the man in front of him, a man who called himself a "monster", told him that monsters like them could also have power and even save the world. He felt that the person opposite him seemed to be glowing, and the light was so warm that he couldn't help but want to touch it. Even if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, he still wanted to get closer to the light a little bit. Other people on the playground also began to get agitated. They looked at each other, and the initial confusion and fear in their eyes gradually turned into desire and hope. They had not seen the light for too long, and had not felt the meaning of life for too long. The appearance of Lu Mingfei seemed to rekindle the long-extinguished fire deep in their hearts. “Follow me,” Lu Mingfei’s voice sounded again, with unquestionable power, “We are no longer prisoners, nor monsters. We are the last hope of this world.” Those prisoners who had been suppressed to the point of hopelessness began to walk towards Lu Mingfei step by step. A glimmer of light gradually ignited in their eyes, which was the long-lost vitality and faith. Sakurai Akira stood at the front of the team, his heart beating violently, blood boiling in his chest. He used to be a waste, an abandoned experiment, but now, he has a new identity - a warrior who follows the light, a "monster" who is about to fight to save the world. At this moment, on the distant hillside, dozens of black-clad guards were rushing over. They were the caretakers of this "school" and the family members responsible for "monitoring" these dangerous existences. They had received the alarm long ago and knew that outsiders had broken in, so they immediately rushed over with weapons to provide reinforcements. The guards were used to treating these "failures" in a cold and ruthless manner, and they never hesitated with the knives and guns in their hands. However, when they rushed to the edge of the playground and saw Lu Mingfei standing there, they all stopped. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze. Lu Mingfei stood in front of the group of prisoners, his figure aloof and stern, his back to the black-clad guards, the wooden sword in his hand hanging gently. The night breeze blew, and his black-patterned feather robe fluttered slightly in the wind, like a god of war from ancient times. There was a flash of fear in the guards' eyes. Although they didn't know who the man in front of them was, the aura emanating from him made them instinctively feel afraid. The air suddenly became eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind howling in the darkness. Finally, one of the black guards couldn't help but yell, "Attack!" Following this order, all the guards drew their swords at the same time. Their figures quickly swept across the playground, and the cold light of their swords pounced towards Lu Mingfei like raindrops. However, Lu Mingfei remained motionless. Only when the blades were about to approach did he slowly raise his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he gently raised the wooden sword in his hand. "Qiang——!" The collision sound between the knife and the wooden sword was crisp and harsh, accompanied by the sound of metal breaking. Several blades broke in the air, and the broken blades flew in all directions, falling on the ground like raindrops. All the guards who rushed up were knocked away in an instant and fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out of their mouths, their eyes filled with shock and fear.
Lu Mingfei just stood there and casually swung his sword, crushing them completely. All the prisoners on the playground were stunned, including Sakurai Akira. "Is this... the real power?" he murmured to himself, his eyes full of awe and yearning. Lu Mingfei slowly retracted the wooden sword, his eyes were cold and his voice was low and powerful. "Follow me, and you will have the same power as me." At this moment, everyone followed him without hesitation. (End of this chapter)