Chapter 106 : Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect
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What flowed in the Sea of Beiming was not so much water as it was a whole world, where the clear and turbid were in stark divide.
When boats were on the water’s surface, they could still float. Once a human got inside it, there would seem to be a relentless palm pressing down on the top of their head.
Almighty cultivators were still not tortoise spirits. They could endure for about half a month, but if pressed under the water for years, even gold inlaid with jade would get soggy, to say nothing of flesh and blood bodies.
The water surrounding them was as silent as death, seemingly unmoving. Only when one presumptuously attempted to fight the might of Beiming would they be met with a lesson as heavy as a mountain.
Yan Zhengming had repeatedly tried to use his sword qi to forcibly break away from the pressure on their heads, but it felt like he was an ant trying to shake a tree.
As a mortal — even on that had already entered Sword Spirit Realm — he was still just an ant before the Sea of Beiming.
Cheng Qian’s confrontation with Tang Zhen appeared to have used up all of his mental energy. Right now, there was some listlessness in his eyes that had nowhere to settle. Even though he was allowed to do what he wanted and pull him wherever he wanted to go, Yan Zhengming got the general feeling that… if he let go, Cheng Qian would eventually dissolve in the seawater, offering no objection even if he drowned and became a floating corpse.
Having been scared half to death by him before this, and unclear on if that soul-painting had been cleared out, Yan Zhengming dared not excite him any further, nor expect him to have any suggestions of use. Still, their environs were too quiet; he couldn’t resist breaking the silence by cautiously teasing Cheng Qian. “Being a love martyr really sounds fancy, but I’m the prodigy of a generation! I can’t be quietly martyred like this!”
Hearing this, Cheng Qian finally had something of a response. His eyes slightly moved, the corners of his mouth slightly upticking.
Catching that slight reaction, Yan Zhengming quickly followed up. “Hey, you said that Tang Zhen is the Soul-Devouring Lamp, so doesn’t that mean that all the ghosts in the world are dispatched by him alone, and as long as he wants to, he can attach himself to whoever, then travel a thousand li in the blink of an eye?”
He had just been casually lamenting, but as soon as he said as much, he abruptly became aware of the seriousness of this situation. Frowning, he started talking to himself before Cheng Qian could answer. “I just remembered… so, when he was in front of the Ten-Party Array, his constant attempts to get Han Yuan locked up on Fuyao Mountain wasn’t to flaunt my reputation, but out of concern that Han Yuan actually would have a change of heart and tidy up the chaos of Nanjiang’s Nightmare Travelers, right? He just said that he was hustling a million resentful ghosts over. Where there is chaos, there will be death; he only fears a world not in chaos.”
In the wake of his voice, Cheng Qian’s unfocused eyes slightly honed in.
“Tell me. Since he couldn’t get the Golden Lotus Leaf from here, would his next step be to find Han Yuan and them to cause trouble? Copper Coin, what’s wrong with you? Are you just going to ignore me? You’re giving me heart problems!”
Cheng Qian slightly shut his eyes, bowed his head to press his forehead against the other’s shoulder, then hugged him tight with both arms, as if he was a frozen beast that wanted to draw out some warmth from him.
