I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2352 - 1493: Maybe~

The Bodhisattva Guanyin.

Undoubtedly, Fujiwara Reiki recognized the figure. It was an immortal native to Shen Zhou's Taoism, also venerated in Buddhism.

However, weren't all immortals mere fabrications, mythical beings?

Much like their own Japanese Amaterasu, they served only as tools for religions to control their followers.

If divine prayers truly held power, then the cost of incense and pilgrimage tickets would be beyond the reach of common folk.

Yet, what was unfolding before her eyes?

Guanyin had actually manifested?

It wasn't just Fujiwara Reiki experiencing this shock; the spectral foreign assailants, who had been charging like ravenous tigers, also halted abruptly. Their focus shifted from Jiang Chen to the origin of the flying wooden sword.

"Before everyone's very eyes..."

A woman clad in a white Tang suit materialized, her presence unperturbed by the thick scent of blood permeating the air. She stepped calmly through the courtyard entrance.

Alone, yet her arrival felt like that of an entire army.

The sheer pressure of her aura caused the multitude of ghostly figures to feel as though they faced a perilous foe, their hands tightening on their blades, poised for combat.

Who decreed that a woman must be bedecked in jewels and fine silks?

Even simple cloth shoes could radiate an unmatched elegance!

"Take a moment to rest," Jiang Chen advised, his tension easing slightly.

Of course, despite his relative relaxation, he remained vigilant, wary of a desperate counterattack from the spectral adversaries.

"She is..." Fujiwara Reiki inquired with a hint of uncertainty, "Blood Guanyin?"

As Jiang Chen bent to recuperate, he looked up, offering his commendation, "A keen observation."

What a coincidence. Fujiwara Reiki had resided in the East Sea for a considerable period and was surely aware of the renowned East Sea Blood Guanyin.

Furthermore, in the espionage incident involving Shi Zhenhua's assault, the ringleader who had hidden in the East Sea attempted to escape via smuggling but was taken down by Lan Peizhi.

That event left a deep impression, fundamentally altering the worldview of the then-uninitiated Jiang Chen. It was his first realization of what truly defined a remarkable woman in this world.

It had occurred at night.

Lan Peizhi was aboard a helicopter soaring high above. The cabin door was open, and without any safety apparatus, she held a sniper rifle. Positioned at a height of one hundred meters, she seemed to merge with the moonlight.

From Jiang Chen's upward gaze at that time, the distance between him and her appeared immense, utterly unattainable...

But now, the very moonlight from that night illuminated him.

"Why didn't Jiang Sang mention this earlier?" After confirming the newcomer's identity, Fujiwara Reiki let out a sigh of relief. She lowered the bloodied knife in her hand, wiped her brow with her wrist, and cast a look of mild reproach.

The reasons were far too complex for Jiang Chen to elaborate on. Fortunately, Lan Peizhi was honorable, and thankfully... she resided within the Second Ring Road.

Naturally, his greatest gratitude was owed to himself.

It was fortunate he had been alerted beforehand; otherwise, the night could indeed have proven exceedingly perilous.

Though she stood alone, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel as though he were in the presence of a divine being. Believing the situation was now manageable, his gaze shifted, inevitably drawn to the wooden sword embedded in several of the fallen foes.

He recalled that this sword had been brought down from the mountain by the Daoist Sister, along with another artifact from the beginner's village – the Daoist robe. Although, for practicality, it was later stored at Lan Peizhi's residence.

Indeed, an artifact procured from a fully leveled master in the beginner's village. A truly wondrous item.

"Go," the spectral figures, having lost their initial targets and sensing Lan Peizhi's formidable power, exchanged glances. They decisively abandoned Jiang Chen and the others, opting without hesitation to employ a human wave tactic.

The wolf pack instantly altered its course, surging forward in overwhelming waves, an unstoppable momentum that could instill dread.

But standing against them was Lan Peizhi.

She was a woman who had attained a state of sanctity through her mortal form.

Though not yet at the realm of Sword Flight, as Lan Peizhi stepped into the air, the incoming blades became mere stepping stones. She ascended with each blade's passage, using the flashing steel and shadows for leverage, blooming like a lotus with every movement!

Sakura's pupils constricted, her body trembling. Her previously vacant gaze now intently followed the graceful figure, the astonishment in her eyes gradually giving way to the purest form of martial respect.

"Truly amazing—" Fujiwara Reiki's hushed exclamation was simple and direct.

"Bang bang bang bang..." With solid impacts, one head after another was struck. Her seemingly delicate feet appeared to possess the force of a thousand pounds, sending the ghostly attackers toppling over.

Even the severely wounded three Dharma Kings forgot their own pain, drawn in by the astonishing sight. The intense sensory overload acted as the best anesthetic!

These clearly powerful opponents, who shouldn't be underestimated, were treated like fragile chickens and dogs by a single woman.

"Swoosh."

The blood-stained Triangular Military Dagger finally sank into the mud. Apparently, there was no longer a need for caution. Jiang Chen's eyes reflected Lan Peizhi's floating figure, making him realize more clearly how much she had held back against him previously.

Her restraint had reached all the way to the Pacific Ocean.

"Fuck! Go! All of you, go!"

What could possibly overcome fear?

Naturally, it was anger.

While many had already fallen, even more surged towards Lan Peizhi.

"Sakura."

Despite her treacherous nature, Fujiwara Reiki possessed a code of conduct. With someone intervening to rescue her, it felt wrong to remain passive. Thus, she immediately gestured for Sakura to provide assistance.

Sakura understood. Though her body was greatly fatigued, a surge of new strength suddenly coursed through her.

To fight alongside such an exceptionally powerful individual was the ultimate honor for any Martial Artist!

"Whoosh—"

Shadows flashed.

Sakura rejoined the fray.

But at that precise moment.

"Woo woo—woo woo—woo woo—"

The familiar, low hum of sirens echoed from beyond the perimeter, shattering the quiet night. The eyes of the spectral figures flickered towards the wall, bringing their movements to a sudden halt.