Chapter 5: Sailing Through Heavy Waves
The figure did not know to whom he was speaking
A thought arose in his mind: "He is a living corpse! A corpse that has come back to life."
Xinghai was shocked and thought: "Did he kill these people? What exquisite skill in hidden weapons!" But upon closer inspection, it appeared that those slaves had merely fainted.
The White Blade Master exclaimed: "Cang Zhengxian! What is going on?"
Chen Zhe spoke in a low voice: "The deceased is covered? The deceased is covered." His tone was indifferent, yet remarkably resolute
Before he could finish speaking, the White Blade Master was struck by a sword, and half of his body vanished without a trace. He let out a low cry, yet surprisingly, no blood flowed out, but his internal organs fell to the ground.
The white-bladed guest pondered for a moment, sighed, counted one or two, placed them in his hand, and said: "General, my martial arts are not inferior to yours; you wouldn't want both the fish and the net to be destroyed, would you"
Cang Zhengxian exclaimed in astonishment, "Chen Zhe, why have you come here?"
The White Blade Master said fiercely: "I come from the sea."
Chen Zhe Dao: "Come here to see what you are up to."
Xinghai felt confused, yet fear began to take hold, making him reluctant to think further
The White Blade kept a cold expression, pulling the slave as he walked towards the sailboat, his heart racing with anxiety, thinking: "What should I do if this person sees me?"
The White Blade's gaze flickered, and in a moment of daze, the figure perceived a faint glow surrounding him, half white and half green. The figure thought: "Is this White Blade also an awakened one? But this is not the light of the Dragon Fire Technique"
The White Blade's expression remained unchanged, yet his tone had clearly turned angry, his entire face resembling a human skin mask. He shouted, "The price we agreed upon cannot be changed at will"
Chen Zhe said: "I want to go find the deceased Meng, can you take me there?"
Cang Zhengxian spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression filled with an unparalleled terror. He said: "Are you really you? Is that child's corpse you? How can you still be alive?"
The long sword trembled slightly, and Cang Zhengxian was suddenly struck by ten swords, causing him to lose his breath immediately. He picked up Cang Zhengxian's corpse and threw it into the sea; with a whoosh, the wind carried the body twenty zhang away. With a flick of his sleeve, the sword marks on the ground were covered by yellow sand, leaving no trace behind.
Who has revived you
Moreover, Chen Zhe had once saved Xing Hai, and even if Xing Hai had the opportunity, he would not be willing to kill him
Chen Zhe let out a sigh, extended his hand, and walked towards Cang Zhengxian, who smiled and said: "Little darling, isn't this something extraordinary?"
General Cang said: "I have raised my prices, give me all the jade you have in hand"
This sailboat cannot be controlled by a single person; the white swordsman should have had the slaves assist in navigating the vessel. Yet now, alone and adrift, he insists on venturing further into the vast ocean. His body drenched in sweat, he feels the emptiness, the ancient, distant, and endless expanse, the overwhelming loneliness pressing down from the heavens and the earth. He imagines the mysterious giant fish and monstrous creatures beneath the sea, envisioning the maddening chaos of curses.
A stilt-walker threw out an object, which was a round stone. The stone was enveloped in white light and spun rapidly for a moment, striking each of the slaves on their foreheads, one after another, causing them to fall to the ground. The White Blade and General Cang were positioned a bit farther away and were unable to intervene.
The white-bladed man trembled for a moment, opened his eyes, and was startled to realize that this person was injured so severely, yet not a single drop of blood had flowed out. He said sternly: "Alright, I admit you are skilled, just give me a quick end!"
Oh no, oh no, this is the worst luck. What is he doing coming aboard? If he sees me on the ship, he will surely kill me to silence me
Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and Chen Zhe, like riding the wind, quickly pursued. Cang Zhengxian unleashed the Water Light Sword Technique, but Chen Zhe's arm trembled suddenly as he thrust out ten swords. Cang Zhengxian managed to block three strikes but was hit by seven swords, blood gushing from his wounds. He let out a cry of agony and fell to the ground. The sword wind from Chen Zhe dispersed, leaving several feet long sword marks on the beach, each one deeply etched into the sand.
General Cang drew his saber, and suddenly a flow of water light surrounded him, having already unleashed the Dragon Fire Divine Skill. He said: "You are not a likable person; I always feel something is amiss! You must be taking these slaves to do some unspeakable deeds! My conscience cannot bear it, and I must insist on raising the price."
Chen Zhe Dao: "I ask you, eight years ago, were you the one who brought me back from the Western Sea?"
From the perspective of the figure, it can be seen that this person is walking on stilts, which may not necessarily indicate that he is a monster; he is merely trying to deceive others. However, regardless of the circumstances, General Cang and the White Blade Warrior must eliminate this person to silence him.
The White Blade's lips trembled as he said: "His name is Wángrén Méng, Wángrén Méng granted me fire, allowing me to awaken"
The White Blade Master snorted and said, "Your esteemed sect truly has a profound heritage, with everyone from top to bottom exhibiting the same demeanor"
He turned towards the sailboat, and the figure immediately shrank its head and burrowed into a box. After a while, a soft sound was heard, and Chen Zhe had stepped onto the deck
General Cang weighed the jade in his hand, his brows arched, appearing both smiling and weeping, and said: "I am not a bad-hearted person, alas, I dare not think too much about the suffering these slaves endure in your land. Jade, oh jade, truly a fine thing. Do you know that jade forged into armor and weapons is a rare treasure in the world?"
The white-blade warrior was taken aback and said, "What did you say? How do you know?"
Cang Zhengxian angrily exclaimed: "You, you!" With a military saber in hand, the water shimmered and rippled as he swung the blade towards Chen Zhe. The force of the strike was vast, with blue light surging, resembling a tumultuous wave.
Chen Zhe slowly bent down, leaning closer to the repulsive head of the White Blade Guest, focusing intently. Suddenly, his hand moved again, and half of the White Blade Guest's head was sliced open. No blood flowed from the wound, but a surging flame of white and green erupted forth. The White Blade Guest did not utter a sound and fell dead on the spot
With a flick of his hand, the white knife wielder was instantly engulfed in a chaotic blaze. It was as if a layer of veil had been lifted from him, revealing an extremely hideous visage. One of his eyes was large while the other was small, and there were sutures on his lips, nose bridge, forehead, and near his ears, as if he had been stitched together with needle and thread. And what of his body? His hands were attached to his torso, and his legs were affixed to his waist, all tightly sewn together with fine threads.
Cang Zhengxian's face changed color, and he scolded: "Do not speak nonsense, you little brat. Are you looking to be whipped for your disrespect towards your elders?"
The continuous and resounding shouts echoed, the wind howled fiercely, and he raised the sails, propelling the ship forward at full speed. It was evident that Chen Zhe had summoned the strong winds using the Dragon Fire Divine Art, stirring the sea waves and urging the ship onward. What astonishing power this is, what formidable celestial magic!
Tell me who that person is! I will make it quick for you!
With a loud clang, the ship's anchor was raised by a single arm, and he shouted again. The wind howled and the ship swayed, and the sailboat unexpectedly sailed out of the bay
The slave trader suddenly halted as a figure emerged from the shadows of the cliff ahead. This person was extremely tall, nearly 1 meter in height, draped in a piece of black cloth, completely covering their body, making it impossible to discern their features
The figure secretly resented: "So, when the price is high, your conscience can be at ease?"
The figure, despite having been struck by several swords in the heart, remained alive; had it been an ordinary person, they would have perished long ago. This demonstrates the efficacy of the Dragon Fire Technique in refining one's physique, making it difficult to die. He was also quite astonished: "Wasn't it said that one cannot practice the third level of the Dragon Fire Technique before the age of fifteen? How did Chen Zhe manage to reach the fourth level? With his abilities, he could easily kill fifty wooden frames."
He walked towards the White Blade Master and said: "Stop pretending, you are still alive"
The White Blade Master sighed, saying: "I make my living this way, and I am certainly not a good person."
The swordsman replied: "Thank you, General, for your assistance; we are immensely grateful."
The sound of labored breathing grew increasingly difficult, and the sense of fear in the body became ever more intense
Heaven does not prohibit slavery, but usually does not allow slaves to be sold beyond its borders, for the people of Heaven, regardless of their status, should not suffer abroad. Could it be that Mo has been engaging in such activities from a distant province? Or is it that this General Cang is secretly committing crimes on his own?
Chen Zhe turned his long sword to the left and then to the right, unleashing two white winds that slashed out. Cang Zhengxian, wielding a single saber, made a swift turn, and the flowing water before him transformed into a shield, which was instantly shattered by the white winds. Cang Zhengxian was greatly alarmed; he tapped his toes and swiftly retreated, gliding as if on ice. He dared not continue the fight and only sought to escape
The swordsman asked: "What does the general mean by this?"
General Zang was greatly astonished and rushed forward. The white-bladed warrior turned around, distancing himself from the group of slaves, and hid to the side to avoid being ambushed. General Zang exclaimed, "I don't know this person, damn it, who are you, you demon?"
General Cang said: "White Blade, I always feel that you are rather strange and not a good person"
He said with a trembling voice: "Ten Swords of Wind and Thunder! Did Old Master Dongshan pass this move on to you as well? Who exactly are you? How did you manage to practice it?"
As the white light in front of him flickered, the wind forced the waves back. He unleashed a streak of white sword energy, the sound of the raging wind resembling the wails of ghosts and wolves, shattering the concealed blade light of his opponent, who took a step back. He exclaimed sharply: "Is this the Fourth Layer of the Dongshan Sword Wind? How could you have learned the Dongshan Sword Wind?"
The figure resembling a face turned towards the bow of the ship and said, "What did you say?"
But even if one jumps ship, can one truly escape? The ability to transcend the earthly realm is far superior to mere physical form. Even if one employs the art of carefree existence, the two remain vastly different.
Upon realizing who he was, Xinghai was even more astonished, thinking: "His previous move was both swift and precise, yet did not harm anyone; his technique is truly remarkable. I initially thought Chen Zhe was only slightly more skilled than Mu Ge, but I did not expect him to be so formidable."
The figure was anxious and restless, almost wanting to jump off the ship
Where are you from
He originally appeared to be slightly out of place, but at this moment, he truly resembled a being stitched together from fragmented corpses. This person was aware of his own ugliness, so he used bizarre illusions to conceal his appearance. In the past, he had either suffered severe injuries or was not a living being at all
The White Blade Master and General Zang exchanged a glance, both eyes filled with murderous intent. General Zang said, "Which divine being has come to ruin my good fortune?" Upon witnessing this person's abilities, his tone became considerably more courteous.
He does not want to die; death is unacceptable. He has been tormented by fear for so many years, yet he still struggles to survive, as it is human instinct, and perhaps the only belief of the flesh. He can be humble, he can be miserable, he can be anxious and fearful, he can be muddled and confused, he can be mediocre and unremarkable, but he must live
General Cang pondered for a moment, then with a flick of his hand, the jade flew into his palm. He smiled and said, "With enough money, you see, it becomes much less annoying."
The White Blade Master said: "General Cang, it is not merely a matter of enduring lashes; this person has witnessed too much and cannot be allowed to live."
The two men were at a standstill for several moments, General Cang looked up to the sky and let out a hearty laugh, clasping his hands together and saying: "We shall meet again during the next transaction"
The newcomer removed the tattered cloth, kicked aside the stilts, and his form nearly cried out: "Chen Zhe?" This person was of similar height to him, with a youthful and handsome appearance, and was indeed the outstanding talent among his peers, Chen Zhe
General Cang stared at the white-bladed warrior, glancing several times, his facial muscles twitching, seemingly filled with disdain. He thought to himself: "This person has received benefits, so why does he still put on such a face?"
Cang Zhengxian gritted his teeth and said, "Nephew, I will give you one tael of jade, but you must not speak of this to anyone. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to heartlessly let you meet your end in the belly of a fish." Even in the imperial city of the Dragon Fire Kingdom, this one tael of jade could sustain a young dandy's indulgence in food, drink, and entertainment for several months, enjoying wealth and comfort every night.