Chapter 84: The Conquest of the Nun

The headquarters of the Flower Between Sect.
Vibrant sunlight streamed through colored glass, and wind chimes tinkled softly. Su Sui said with a smile, “Dear General, our sect leader is waiting for you inside.”
This time, Liu Yu brought magnetophone telephones. Smiling, he asked, “Where is that stubborn heretic? I’ve brought torture devices with me.”
The Flower Between Sect was one of the groups that made the most use of technological advancements. Telephones and phonographs became tools for their missionary work. Their desire for modern firearms even surpassed that of the Guangxi troops stationed in northern Vietnam.
Now, the sect owned twenty modern rifles, more than even leaders like Yang Zhenen of the Black Flag Army. Yet Luo Yanqiu still wanted to double the size of her guard.
Historically, these Chinese religious sects were extremely eager for modern weapons. The infamous Boxers were often seen as invulnerable, but they actually loved Western weapons too—ranging from two-pound cannons to repeating rifles. They preferred close combat simply because they couldn’t obtain enough firearms.
The two magnetophone telephones in Liu Yu’s hands represented another direction in technological development. Su Sui said cheerfully, “That heretic is really lucky. Even without converting to our sect, he gets to be dealt with personally by the general.”
He came to the Flower Between Sect partly to meet Luo Yanqiu and partly to carry out a private execution.
Luo Yanqiu had informed her that a Catholic clergyman had fallen into her hands. This man was extremely stubborn; despite months of persuasion, she hadn’t managed to brainwash him. Worse, he was of high status, so physical torture wasn’t an option—only brainwashing could work.
Such people were the hardest to deal with. Luo Yanqiu was at a loss, and the Catholic Church kept demanding the sect hand over the man. Under pressure, the sect turned to Liu Yu for a better solution.
Liu Yu had to use his knowledge to bring these heavy magnetophone telephones. Su Sui whispered, “Go in. The sect leader is waiting inside. I’ll keep watch for you.”
Luo Yanqiu was already inside. She wore a black robe that emphasized her dignity and grace, along with an air of mystery. Her eyes sent a signal to Liu Yu: “Yulang, what are you doing? Giving me two telephones?”
The Flower Between Sect’s telephone network was linked to the Xiliu Camp, which helped them control their followers and keep track of their activities across different regions. She became slightly serious and said, “Well then, thank you.”
“Who said that? These are for dealing with that heretic,” Liu Yu replied. “Since physical torture isn’t an option, we’ll use these.”
“Telephones?” Luo Yanqiu wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
“A woman?” Liu Yu also wasn’t sure, though the nun before him was incredibly attractive.
She had a stunningly beautiful face, especially with exaggeratedly large breasts. Her face was perfect, her skin fair as snow, and her figure beyond description. Clearly a devil, yet she seemed like an angel.

“Sister Teresa, this is her foreign name,” Luo Yanqiu said with a smile. “Or we could call her Bingmei, or some other name—she has many Vietnamese names.”
Bingmei had been in captivity for half a year, during which time she behaved with the chastity of a saint; neither Luo Yanqiu’s nor Su Sui’s temptations could shake her resolve.
Over those six months, Sister Teresa had suffered greatly, but Luo Yanqiu couldn’t convert her, nor could he use harsh torture on her—she could only be dealt with with feminine tactics.
Now, she felt that God’s test had arrived. She wasn’t a hypocrite like Su Sui; she was a nun of unwavering fidelity, like the Virgin Mary.
She was full of confidence in herself—even the darkness of her prison cell couldn’t shake her loyalty to God. But when she saw a teenage boy behind Luo Yanqiu, her face turned slightly red.
It wasn’t that she had never seen men before, but after half a year of solitude, seeing a handsome boy would naturally arouse some thoughts, especially since this man seemed likely to bring her further tests.
“I am loyal to the Lord, to the Church, and to our cause.”
She had already spoken. Liu Yu asked solemnly, “Is she it?”
“Yes, she is! Do you have the confidence to bring her over to our Huajian Church?” Luo Yanqiu added, “She, like me, will become one of yours.”
Luo Yanqiu also struggled with what to do about Sister Teresa. After all, her value far exceeded that of Su Sui—she was a pawn carefully cultivated by the Catholic Church, knowing many of its secrets and holding numerous covert assets for it.
A person like her was worth more than an ordinary priest; bringing her over might bring along entire parishes. But the problem was that this woman was a true believer. Now, he could only leave it to Liu Yu to handle the situation.
Sister Teresa saw what Liu Yu was holding. She didn’t know it was a magnetophone; seeing the crank, she had some wicked thoughts: “I am loyal to the Lord! I pray to the Lord!”
“Your Lord can’t save you,” Liu Yu said. With the help of the lantern, he could see Sister Teresa clearly and couldn’t help but feel eager. “Come to me.”
Bingmei watched this demon king warily and finally cried out, “Never!”
In the Vietnamese Catholic Church, she was almost the best among all Vietnamese nuns. She would never run to the Huajian Church to become someone else’s pawn. “Demon king, go back to hell!”
Liu Yu didn’t waste words. He said to Luo Yanqiu, “Let her see what’s out there. Silence this woman.”
With that, he packed up his magnetophone. Luo Yanqiu had no talent for machinery and couldn’t see clearly, but Bingmei was different.
Although the Catholic Church was one of the most conservative and closed groups, among its pawns there were many skilled in technology, and Bingmei was one of them.

She watched in terror as Liu Yu tied wires to her hands, twice even. Then Liu Yu grabbed the crank of the magnetophone and said one last thing to Sister Teresa, “Come to me, and I’ll send you to heaven.” Sister Teresa closed her eyes and calmly replied, “Never!” Liu Yu cranked the device, and the ringing started. Tears streamed down Sister Teresa’s face as she let out a long groan. The ringing continued, and as Liu Yu kept cranking, tears flowed, but she no longer had the strength to groan. What kind of pain was this! God, let me die. It seemed like an eternity had passed even after just a few cranks, followed by the demon king’s terrifying face: “Come to me, to my heaven.” Through her tears, she said, “No!” Liu Yu continued cranking. With tears in her eyes, she looked helplessly up into the darkness, feeling as though she was already in hell. This time, Liu Yu only cranked the phone a few times. Luo Yanqiu asked, “Could anything go wrong?” Liu Yu replied proudly, “There’s no problem at all.” This was state-of-the-art American technology, and even democratic America of that era hadn’t invented such advanced technology. In fact, this device was still considered advanced even during World War II. During Sino-American cooperation, the Military Intelligence Bureau saw this magnetophone-modified torture device as a symbol of American democracy—portable and flexible, capable of tormenting prisoners until their lower bodies were wet and messy, with no traces left on the surface. They sighed in admiration at American democracy’s invincibility, noting it was far more convenient than the torture devices used by the Military Intelligence Bureau. Now, Liu Yu simply said, “Come to heaven!” “Never!” her tear-filled eyes said blankly, “Never!” The phone was cranked again, and Sister Teresa’s body convulsed violently, but she was tightly bound by ropes and couldn’t break free. I’d rather die! “Come to heaven.” “I’d rather go to hell!” Sister Teresa rejected Liu Yu’s attempts once more, then arched her back, ready to endure a punishment worse than death. But Luo Yanqiu saw through it: “Stop! This thing is really good.” For pagans, both persuasion and torture were needed. The torture device provided by Liu Yu was indeed a cutting-edge innovation, and even if the victim was released, there would be no visible traces, leaving them with no excuse. He smiled at Sister Teresa’s body, his eyes holding a peculiar meaning. Bing Mei, however, was frozen in fear. Liu Yu calmly said, “Exactly! This thing is great, and the battery lasts long—ten days and nights without issue. I’ll crank it all night tonight; tomorrow it’s your turn.” All night? Sister Teresa was desperate. That wasn’t hell—it was the deepest level of damnation, with no chance of redemption. But Luo Yanqiu wasn’t satisfied yet: “Yulang, your equipment is good, but there’s still much room for improvement.” “What?” Sister Teresa was terrified. She realized Luo Yanqiu’s gaze had fallen on her most proud feature—her sharp peaks—and she screamed, “No!”

Liu Yu habitually shook her, stopping only afterward. Sister Teresa, on the other side, cried out as if about to faint, “No! No! I can…”
After pondering endlessly, she finally spoke up, “Don’t you need a large amount of sulfuric acid? I can provide a method to produce it in large quantities.”
“Really, I’m not lying!” She resolved to yield to the devil. “I really know—there’s a simple method, one that can be easily implemented.”
But Liu Yu placed his hand on the crank. “No! Since you’ve joined my paradise, everything belongs to me. Doesn’t that wisdom also belong to me?”
He also fixed his gaze on her full breasts. Nearby, Luo Yanqiu asked with a smile, “Sister Teresa, your tongue is terrifying.”
“Let me die!” That was the only thought in Bing Mei’s mind, but she couldn’t bring herself to die. “No! I’ve already returned from hell; I’ve died once before.”
“No!” She shook her head. “I’ll do whatever you say, Lord Liu Yu!”
She couldn’t imagine anything more painful than this. Moreover, Liu Yu had just told her a cruel truth—she had only held on for less than fifteen minutes before collapsing. “In fact, you held on for less than five minutes.”
But what Liu Yu didn’t tell her was that most men couldn’t even last a minute. Such pain, from soul to flesh, was beyond what ordinary people could bear.
“Come to my paradise.”
Sister Teresa understood what those words meant, but she replied softly, “I’ll listen to you. Please untie these wires from my hands.”
She was drenched in sweat from the electric torture, utterly exhausted, with no strength left, not even the courage to resist.
She weakly watched as Liu Yu untied the wires from her body, then the ropes. As he reached into her habit, he carried her to the bed, with Luo Yanqiu helping him.
“Mmm…” She involuntarily let out a long moan. Perhaps because she was too weak, she suddenly felt heat all over her body as Liu Yu’s casual caresses brought her to climax.
How humiliating! I can no longer be that chaste sister, Sister Teresa realized. “Then I’ll come to your paradise.”
Her habit wasn’t untied. Instead, Liu Yu had her hang on it, which further stimulated his desire. He felt waves of ecstasy as he touched every inch of her skin.
The sister completely gave up resisting and cooperated well. Beside Liu Yu, Luo Yanqiu also said, “Be careful; it’s my first time too…”
Liu Yu quickly pierced her purity, completely taking control of her. The weak and helpless sister could only cling tightly to him, panting and moaning. Luo Yanqiu also hugged Liu Yu from behind.
…
For both of them, it was a perfect first night. Liu Yu hadn’t even achieved his long-desired act of intercourse.
But as dawn broke, Sister Teresa tightly hugged Liu Yu’s waist. “Yulang… shall we do it again?”

Liu Yu tried four times yesterday. When he woke up in the morning, his desire was still strong, so he immediately picked up his spear to continue. The nun endured the pain and served Liu Yu until dawn. She glanced at Luo Yanqiu, a cold smile appearing on her lips: “You may be the leader of the Flower Sect, but at home, it’s hard to say who’s in charge!” Luo Yanqiu didn’t expose her thoughts. After everything was done, she obediently dressed Liu Yu and then asked, “Yulang, what should we do with Sister Teresa from now on?” No matter how much Teresa tried, she couldn’t escape the Tianyi Sect or get out of his control. Meanwhile, Liu Yu, now dressed, smiled at the traces of blood on the bed and said, “Let her be your secretary. Hmm, her name needs to be changed.” Since she had left the sect, joining the Flower Sect naturally meant adopting a new name. Sister Teresa had already thought it through and immediately bowed deeply to Liu Yu, saying, “Thank you, my lord, for giving me a name.” But Liu Yu hadn’t thought of a name yet: “I’ll go home and think carefully.” Luo Yanqiu smiled and said, “Sister Su Sui is too busy. How about letting Teresa work as her secretary for a while?” Sister Teresa gritted her teeth in anger but only smiled and said, “I’ll follow my lord’s arrangements.” Liu Yu then asked concerningly, “Besides being able to produce sulfuric acid in large quantities, what else can you do?” Sister Teresa, now dressed in her nun’s robe, became even more alluring: “What does our lord want to know? I know a lot, including many secrets of Catholicism.” Another chapter in Catholicism’s dark history in Vietnam unfolded…

However, Nguyen Youming wasn’t aware of this. He had rushed to Saigon on an irregular passenger ship from Haiphong to Cochinchina as soon as possible. This colony was a byproduct of the Second Opium War. At the same time as that war, the French, British, and Spaniards also declared war on Vietnam, claiming to protect its Catholics, but everyone knew the French were preparing to swallow up the land. Saigon already had a colonial atmosphere. Being closer to the equator than Haiphong and Hai Duong, the weather here was hotter, and people in white clothes could be seen everywhere. Colonial police searched for any suspicious individuals everywhere but showed great respect to any white people. The lack of respect for Westerners seen in Tonkin would never exist here. These police were one of the key forces in the French rule over Cochinchina. Besides them, there were also police militias and Annamese native infantry, along with 3,000 French soldiers in Cochinchina. Since the colony was under the jurisdiction of the Navy, these French troops also belonged to the navy. They were invincible in Vietnam, equipped with the most advanced weapons, well-trained, and highly combat-effective—comparable to any of the great powers’ armies. They were also Nguyen Youming’s greatest reliance. His experience dealing with colonial officials over the past few years told him that if he wanted to accomplish something significant, he shouldn’t go to Haiphong but to Saigon or Paris. The scorching sun only made Nguyen Youming more excited—such bright sunshine!

A heavy burden weighing on the Catholic Church had finally been lifted. He had confirmed that Liu Yongfu, the leader of the Black Flag bandits, had returned to his country and had taken a five-month leave. This was the best opportunity God had given, and France must seize it! According to the information he had received, after Liu Yongfu’s return, the Black Flag army had split into three separate command structures, each overseeing about a thousand soldiers, yet none could effectively command the other two forces. This was the perfect chance! It was time for the Governor-General of Indochina to make a decision. He walked around the church in Saigon, and soon the bishop replied, “The Governor-General will see you tomorrow.” The Governor-General met with Nguyen Huu Minh in his spacious French-style office. Nguyen Huu Minh was a typical French soldier, dressed in a naval uniform, with many sea charts pinned to the back wall. The marble floor was comfortable underfoot, and the long desk added to General Lu Mei’s dignified appearance. Father Nguyen Huu Minh bowed to him holding a Bible: “Your Excellency, I bring you some excellent news!” “It’s a pleasure to see you, Father!” Lu Mei, also a veteran colonial official, said, “The Church has shown great enthusiasm for our cause in the protectorate, and we are deeply grateful for that.” “I am honored to inform you that Liu Er, the leader of the Black Flag bandits, has indeed returned to his country!” Nguyen Huu Minh could hardly contain his excitement. “It happened three weeks ago, but due to various reasons, the news reached me a week late. I sent loyal believers several times to investigate and confirm that this bandit leader has returned to China.” It must be said that the rise of the Flower Sect posed a great threat to the Catholic Church’s intelligence gathering. Many parishes that had operated for years had completely changed, and even in Hanoi, the core region, the number of believers had not increased but was gradually declining. Therefore, Nguyen Huu Minh had to spend an extra week verifying the information he had received. But regardless, the fact that Liu Yongfu had returned was undeniable. His intention was not just to take credit before Lu Mei—he wanted more. He waited for Lu Mei’s reply. Lu Mei’s question was simple: “How much help can the Archdiocese of Hanoi provide?” Unlike in France, where the Republicans viewed the Church as a menace and imposed strict restrictions on it—Prime Minister Ferry’s most famous reform was aimed at the Church, directly targeting its core institutions, church schools—In Vietnam, the Church was France’s best tool. Thus, Lu Mei couldn’t be sure whether educational reforms in France might affect the enthusiasm of the Archdiocese of Hanoi. “There are no problems!” Nguyen Huu Minh emphasized the Church’s strength. “In the Tonkin region, we have six hundred thousand loyal Catholics who are devoted to France’s cause. If needed, you can arm countless loyal militias.”

Due to historical deviations, the Black Flag Army is now much stronger than in history, with a total force of over four thousand soldiers. Within Lu Mei’s authority, the number of troops he can mobilize is relatively limited. Therefore, he asked a new question: “Is it okay to recruit two companies of Annamese native infantry?”
“I must inform you that we have loyal friends in the Tokyo region—the Yellow Flag Army. They number about two thousand, roughly half the strength of the Black Flag Army. Since Huang Chongying, they have remained faithful to our oath, even after we withdrew from the Tokyo region, without any resentment.”
Lu Mei nodded and signaled Father Ruan Youming to pause. “I am very grateful to you! Please sit down for now.”
He called out loudly, “Adjutant! Adjutant!”
His adjutant pushed open the door and asked, “Your Excellency, what is it?”
Lu Mei glanced at his desk, finally taking out a document before saying, “Please have Li Weiyeh come here.”
His gaze fell on the document in his hands. This meant war.