Chapter 92 - 89: Prince Qilin

Chapter 92: Chapter 89: Prince Qilin

Near the Sea Train.

Jiang Chaosheng’s hand landed on Daji’s shoulder.

Daji turned around, confused.

"My lord..."

Jiang Chaosheng pulled Daji behind him and shoved the Compass in his hand into her arms.

"Take this back to Antique Shop Zero."

Daji shook her head repeatedly.

"My lord, the Little Dragon King is on the verge of being dispersed. He can last a quarter of an hour at most.

If I leave, who will summon the rain for you?"

Jiang Chaosheng pointed at the dark, oppressive clouds in the sky.

"We have rain now."

Daji frowned.

"But what if the clouds scatter?"

Jiang Chaosheng shot her a glance.

"Then hurry back and pick me up."

Daji still wanted to say something.

Jiang Chaosheng said impatiently,

"Be good."

Daji’s pretty face immediately flushed red.

’My lord... is as domineering as ever.’

Daji clutched the Compass tightly.

"Alright. Be careful, my lord."

Jiang Chaosheng put the Dragon Pearl back in his mouth, stepped onto a colossal wave, and shot into the sky.

"Elder Dragon, return to the Dragon Pearl! I’ll deal with this thing!"

The Jing River Dragon King really couldn’t fight anymore.

If he kept fighting like this, the Jing River Dragon King’s soul would scatter and fade.

’I’ll lose such a useful combat asset.’

The Jing River Dragon King didn’t stand on ceremony. Hearing Jiang Chaosheng’s words, he transformed into a plume of black smoke and drifted into the Dragon Pearl in Jiang Chaosheng’s mouth.

Jiang Chaosheng took a deep breath and threw the Triple Roshomon out from his robes.

The Triple Roshomon abruptly magnified in midair!

The Gate of the Underworld, the Gate of the Land of the Yellow Springs, and the Gate of Eternal Hell crashed down around the Sea Coachman, forming a pyramid shape that sealed its movements.

Several of the Sea Coachman’s eyes glared at Jiang Chaosheng from the gaps, and it roared without pause.

Jiang Chaosheng pulled out the Penalty Fire Flintlock Gun and continuously fired bullets into the gaps.

Bursts of blood mist erupted from the Sea Coachman’s body, and the crimson color quickly stained the surrounding sea.

The Sea Coachman shrieked and roared relentlessly.

...

Inside the train car, the passengers clapped their hands tightly over their ears.

Many had already fainted from the Sea Coachman’s roars, and some were even bleeding from all seven orifices.

Zhong Shu ignored his own discomfort, quickly covering Bai Tasha’s ears.

He liked Bai Tasha.

She was a very pure and simple girl, different from anyone he’d met before.

’She was also... the girl this innocent virgin had interacted with the most.’

’She’s still young, but... I can wait until she’s eighteen!’

’If she doesn’t end up liking me... we can just be good friends.’

Bai Tasha looked at Zhong Shu with a blank expression.

"What’s... what’s wrong with everyone?"

Zhong Shu endured the pain from the roars and asked with difficulty,

"Doesn’t it sound loud to you?"

Although Bai Tasha didn’t know what was happening, she reached out and covered Zhong Shu’s ears, smiling sweetly.

"I’m not bothered by the noise. You don’t have to cover mine."

Bai Tasha had been on the Sea Train for a month, shrouded in fear and despair for a month.

Zhong Shu was like a beam of light that had dispelled all the darkness.

It wasn’t just because Zhong Shu had the ability to fight the train attendants, but because Zhong Shu himself was a ball of comforting yang energy.

Zhong Shu stared at Bai Tasha, stunned.

’Not bothered by the noise?’

’Is this just a simple noise?’

’Why... isn’t she afraid of this sound...?’

Zhong Shu suddenly thought of something. A chill shot down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end!

Li Xinyuan had woken up long ago, but he had consumed too much True Qi and was now lying down to rest.

He glanced at Zhong Shu and muttered,

"How are you only just noticing? No one gets off this train for a month. They would’ve starved to death."

...

The more it was hit, the more ferocious the Sea Coachman became.

It was the master that controlled the Sea Train.

The attendants on the Sea Train were all Living Souls.

In other words, the Sea Coachman also possessed the hard-to-kill attribute of a Living Soul.

Wounds, pain, and blood only served to stimulate its ferocity.

"ROAR!"

The Sea Coachman’s thousand tentacle-feet began to push against the Triple Roshomon pinning it down.

Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes.

He saw that the Triple Roshomon was being pushed open!

Jiang Chaosheng murmured,

"This monster is truly savage."

His expression unchanged, Jiang Chaosheng continued to fire round after round at the Sea Coachman.

His mission wasn’t to fight the Sea Coachman for seven days and seven nights. His mission was to suppress the Sea Coachman and wait for Daji to take the Compass to Antique Shop Zero for purification.

...

「The Great Western Sea, in an undisclosed region.」

The Eight-foot Bride held the red-robed youth in one hand and the black-haired centipede in the other.

The woman who formed the centipede’s head was submerged in the sea, dragged along like a dead dog by the Eight-foot Bride, leaving a trail of ripples on the water.

"You, don’t go!"

At this moment, half of Yang Xiao’s body was submerged in the sea, two Shadow Ghost Hands desperately holding him up at the surface.

Beneath the water, dozens of Ghost Hands extended from Yang Xiao’s back, each one gripping an unconscious Cleaner Fish to prevent them from sinking into the deep sea.

The Eight-foot Bride ignored Yang Xiao, walking away into the distance step by step.

Yang Xiao’s eyes looked ready to split from their sockets. He bit his tongue hard, and his spirit was instantly invigorated.

Two Shadow Ghost Hands sprouted from his back, transformed into ghostly claws, and shot toward the Eight-foot Bride!

Black Yin Qi surged up from the Eight-foot Bride’s feet, instantly tearing the two Shadow Ghost Hands to shreds.

Two pitch-black figures could be seen struggling in agony on the sea’s surface before quickly dissipating into thin air.

Yang Xiao couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

’So strong. This person is ridiculously strong!’

’Who in the world is she?!’

"AHHH!!"

Watching the Eight-foot Bride walk further and further away until she disappeared into the mist, Yang Xiao let out a roar of unwilling fury.

...

「The Great Western Sea, on a small island.」

A young man with delicate features, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Tang suit, stood there holding an umbrella, exuding a scholarly air.

Gentle, refined, and with a perpetually warm smile on his face, he looked like an easygoing young nobleman.

The umbrella was pale yellow, adorned with a pattern of bright red pear blossoms, and a string of wind chimes hung from its handle.

"TING-A-LING~"

When the sea breeze blew, the wind chimes produced a crisp, clear sound.

A fog had risen over the sea, and the figure of the Eight-foot Bride gradually came into focus.

"Brother! Brother!"

The red-robed youth shouted from a distance as soon as he saw the young man in the Tang suit.

The Eight-foot Bride casually tossed the red-robed youth and the black-haired centipede onto the ground.

The young man in the Tang suit ignored his brother, instead looking gently at the Eight-foot Bride.

"My lady, you’ve worked hard."

The face beneath the Eight-foot Bride’s veil blushed. She walked over to stand behind the young man in the Tang suit, adopting a submissive and gentle posture.

"Brother! Brother!"

The red-robed youth crawled on the ground, moving toward the young man in the Tang suit.

The young man in the Tang suit asked,

"What did you call me?"

The red-robed youth froze for a moment.

"Brother..."

The young man in the Tang suit shook his head and sighed.

"The Lower Five Banners are the Lower Five Banners, after all. You don’t understand the first thing about etiquette. The Great Qing was ruined by people like you."

The red-robed youth stared at him in disbelief, muttering,

"We’re blood brothers..."

’But they had always been so close.’

’Going to the South Sea to find the Manager of Antique Shop Zero was his idea, too.’

The smile on the Tang-suited youth’s face remained, but his voice grew cold.

"You were born of a concubine. Your mother was one of the Han People. Her Lady, in consideration of your sliver of noble blood, granted you the name Wusu."

The red-robed youth trembled.

"Your Highness, are you blaming me for losing the three Taboo Items?"

The young man in the Tang suit said,

"You didn’t lose them. They were a grand gift I sent to ’that person’."

The red-robed youth was taken aback.

’A grand gift... for ’that person’?’

’What does he mean?’

’Weren’t you the one who secretly encouraged me to go to the South Sea and cause trouble for him?’

’Could it be...’

The red-robed youth looked up, staring at the young man in the Tang suit in disbelief.

"Your Highness..."

The young man in the Tang suit pushed up his glasses and gazed out at the sea, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk.

"You all can be considered to have performed a meritorious service.

That Manager would have directly impacted the Taiping Plan.

Thanks to you useless fools, I was able to get a clear look at his strength.

Accompanied by a Dragon King and a Fox Demon, and able to clash head-on with the Sea Coachman.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Truly formidable.

Now, the strategy against him will have to change."

The red-robed youth’s mouth fell open in astonishment.

"You... we were just stones to test the waters?

Just for this? You made me lose three companions?"

The young man in the Tang suit shook his head.

"Of course not."

The young man in the Tang suit stared at the Buddhist Beads on his brother’s wrist, a flash of Greed in his eyes.

"Taboo Items are useless in your hands. Only in my hands can their true value be unleashed."

The red-robed youth’s expression turned to one of terror.

"You... you... you’re going to kill me?

No! If Her Lady finds out, she won’t let you get away with this!"

The young man in the Tang suit sneered.

"As if I’m afraid of her."

As he spoke, the Plum Blossom Yellow Umbrella made a strange noise, a dry, ominous sound like a corpse grinding its teeth.

Immediately after, black smoke poured out of the Plum Blossom Yellow Umbrella.

Within the black smoke, struggling Ghost Souls could be seen.

Taboo Item No. 2-04, the Celestial King’s Soul-Calming Umbrella!

This was an uncontained Taboo Item. The Eight-foot Bride was a derived Ghost from the Soul Suppressing Celestial King Umbrella. Although her combat power was not equal to the Sea Coachman’s, she was comparable to the Yin Yang Master Seimei, perhaps even a little stronger.

The moment the Celestial King’s Soul-Calming Umbrella activated, the red-robed youth struggled to crawl toward the sea like a terrified, crippled wild dog.

However, the Soul Suppressing Celestial King Umbrella gave him no such chance.

The red-robed youth’s body froze in place, his face contorted in agony.

Immediately after, his soul was extracted and sucked into the Celestial King’s Soul-Calming Umbrella.

Next was the woman whose hair transformed into a Ghost Hair centipede.

The woman only let out a muffled groan before her soul was also drawn out.

The young man in the Tang suit closed the umbrella.

A faint twitching could be seen on the umbrella’s surface—the new souls struggling inside.

The young man in the Tang suit murmured,

"Don’t worry, it won’t hurt once you’ve been refined."

The young man in the Tang suit crouched down and plucked a single hair from the head of the woman with the coiled bun.

The hair struggled continuously, like a worm.

The young man in the Tang suit placed it on his own head, and only then did it settle down.

He then took the Grand Zen Master’s Prayer Beads from the red-robed youth’s wrist.

The young man in the Tang suit toyed with the Grand Zen Master’s Prayer Beads, his gaze fixed on them with a hint of reverence.

"The Grand Zen Master’s Prayer Beads... how could a waste of space like you possess them?"

The young man in the Tang suit very solemnly put them on his wrist.

Suddenly!

The situation changed in an instant!

A thick darkness erupted from the Prayer Beads!

The Grand Zen Master’s Prayer Beads transformed into a black Ghost Hand and lunged for the throat of the young man in the Tang suit!

The pupils of the young man in the Tang suit contracted violently.

’This isn’t the Grand Zen Master’s Prayer Beads!’

’I’ve been tricked!’

Just then, a hand with red-painted fingernails appeared before the young man’s eyes, tightly gripping the Ghost Hand that was about to crush his neck, stopping it in its tracks.

The Eight-foot Bride snorted coldly and applied force with her hand.

In the Eight-foot Bride’s grip, the Shadow Ghost Hand broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, where it wriggled and squirmed ceaselessly like an earthworm sliced in two.

One of the shadow fragments transformed into Yang Xiao’s sickly face. Its eyes stared at the young man in the Tang suit as it sneered,

"I’ve memorized your face."

Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the young man in the Tang suit, his face as pale as a corpse’s.