Chapter 74
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Chapter 74: Blood Demon Sect
Clang, clang, clang!
The sharp clash of metal filled the air, mingling with blood-curdling screams that echoed ominously across the ship.
Yi Qianmo, his spiritual power only half-recovered, hurriedly stepped out of his cabin. He almost collided with Eighteen, who was fleeing frantically, chased by a man clad in dark robes.
Spotting Yi Qianmo, Eighteen darted behind him, her voice trembling. “Twenty-One, help me!”
The attacker, a mere martial artist, sneered upon seeing Yi Qianmo’s youthful appearance. Without hesitation, he swung his blade at him.
“I said I’d repay kindness, so you don’t need to worry,” Yi Qianmo said casually, glancing at Eighteen.
“Careful! The knife—be careful!” Eighteen cried, panic thick in her voice, as Yi Qianmo appeared distracted.
The blade slashed down. Eighteen instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for the inevitable. But instead of a scream, a dull thud echoed.
She hesitated, then opened her eyes to an unexpected sight.
The black-clad man lay lifeless, blood pooling beneath him. Yi Qianmo stood unharmed, casually holding the knife meant for him.
“If you jump off the ship, you’ll really be feeding the fish,” Yi Qianmo remarked dryly as Eighteen nearly stumbled over the railing in her panic.
Eighteen froze, then scrambled back. Her eyes darted between Yi Qianmo and the dead attacker. “Twenty-One, you…”
“I told you—I’m a celestial being.” Yi Qianmo’s smile faded. “Now, what’s going on here?”
Eighteen, still shaken, stammered, “The master… you must save him! If you save him, you’ll have wealth and honor for the rest of your life!”
“At a time like this, you’re worried about your master?” Yi Qianmo frowned. “I asked you what’s happening. Answer me first.”
“Can we talk as we go?” she pleaded.
“Fine,” he relented.
Eighteen hurried ahead, trembling as she recounted the situation.
The prince had pursued a treasure that didn’t belong to him, offending the notorious Blood Demon Sect in the process. To transport the stolen item safely, multiple decoy groups had been sent, but it appeared the Blood Demon Sect had seen through the ruse and ambushed them.
“What kind of treasure is worth offending the Blood Demon Sect? And who are they?” Yi Qianmo asked, curious.
“I don’t know what the treasure is, but it must be extraordinary if the prince dared to risk it.
“As for the Blood Demon Sect—they’re the fifth great family, rivaling even the Xuanyuan Sect!”
As she spoke, another black-clad disciple rushed at them. Yi Qianmo swiftly cut him down with effortless precision.
Eighteen, shaken to her core, stared at him in awe. If she had known Yi Qianmo’s strength earlier, she would have never dared to treat him so dismissively.
Finally, they arrived outside the main cabin, only to find it surrounded by black-robed figures. The group included five Qi Refining Stage disciples and two at the formidable Foundation Establishment Stage.
The moment the disciples spotted them, they attacked.
Eighteen, paralyzed by fear, collapsed to the ground.
Clang, clang, clang!
When she dared to look up, the attackers lay lifeless, their blood staining the deck. Yi Qianmo stood unscathed amidst the carnage, his blade dripping crimson.
Inside the main cabin, the prince’s guards were already dead, their bodies strewn across the floor.
The elder Zhou, loyal to the prince, was locked in battle with two Foundation Establishment practitioners. Though skilled, he was clearly being worn down by their relentless assault.
Yi Qianmo surveyed the scene. The prince, Su Yucheng, cowered behind a table, trembling.
Yi Qianmo didn’t hesitate. Spotting three Qi Refining disciples, he attacked with the Wind Word Sword Technique. His strikes were swift and lethal, dispatching all three before they could react.
The sudden carnage shocked everyone.
The two Foundation Establishment disciples turned their attention to Yi Qianmo, their expressions a mix of surprise and caution.
“You… you’re still alive!” Su Yucheng stammered, peeking out from his hiding spot.
Yi Qianmo turned to him, his tone calm but cutting. “Where’s my sword?”
Without hesitation, Su Yucheng fumbled to retrieve the Repel Evil Sword and handed it over. “Please, kill these demons! I’ll reward you handsomely!”
Yi Qianmo inspected the sword, then casually took a seat, picking up a grape from the table. “Hmm, so sweet.”
“You… what are you doing?” Su Yucheng demanded, his voice rising in panic.
“I’m enjoying a snack,” Yi Qianmo replied, his tone indifferent. “What about the Taoist priests you hired? Shouldn’t they be handling this?”
“They all ran away!” Su Yucheng admitted, his face flushing with shame. “They fled the moment they saw the Foundation Establishment disciples!”
Yi Qianmo smirked. “Cowards.”
“Twenty-One! I saved your life! You owe me!” Su Yucheng shouted, desperate.
Yi Qianmo calmly stood, drawing his sword. The blade glinted coldly as he pointed it at Su Yucheng’s throat.
“What’s wrong with me?” Yi Qianmo asked, his voice laced with mockery.
Su Yucheng paled, his words faltering. “You… you like grapes, don’t you? Have more. Eat as many as you like.”
“Now that’s the proper way to talk,” Yi Qianmo said, withdrawing his sword and resuming his meal.
He turned to the two Foundation Establishment disciples. “Listen, I’ve got no grudge with you. Leave now, or end up like the rest—fodder for the fish.”