Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 28

Translated by Blob Translations (Nanming, Perpetual Phoenix, Ars)

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Chapter 28:

Cheng Qian and Li Yun scurried to the deck. As soon as Cheng Qian exited the cabin, his nostrils were assaulted by a terrible stench and, as he raised his head, he saw an unusual scene above him—the originally clear sky had been blotted out by dark clouds. They stretched across as far as his eyes could discern, engulfing his vision and shutting out the last ray of sunlight.

All ships on the sea had come to a halt, and all of those seniors who were flying flamboyantly now landed on the ship's deck, their countenance signifying that they had encountered a formidable foe. Some young people may have been oblivious to what was happening, but they were stupefied the moment they all looked up at the sky.

Li Yun fidgeted, pacing back and forth as he quietly asked Cheng Qian, "Is that him? What does he want?"

Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tang Zhen as he answered, "Probably to collect cultivators' souls; the Celestial Market gathers many cultivators from all around the continent."

Li Yun turned around, looking at him in horror.

"If he really wanted to capture people, his targets would be those flying seniors and not you. Stop worrying," Cheng Qian said, looking around. "Where is Master?"

Suddenly, an eagle's cry resounded from afar, followed by weird laughs reverberating in the air. Men and women, old and young: their laughs blended into a creepy harmony, starting off low and quiet before gradually becoming louder and sharper—eventually to the point of resembling hoarse and exhausted cries. It was the epitome of "wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves".

Li Yun staggered backwards, covering his ears with his hands, "What is this?"

They were surrounded by scenes of chaos. At that moment, Yan Zhengming appeared out of nowhere and seized Cheng Qian by the shoulder, suffocating him with his familiar fragrance of orchids.

"What are you two doing here? Get inside the cabin!" snapped Yan Zhengming.

Cheng Qian looked around for Muchun Zhenren, but he was nowhere to be seen. Panicking, he pulled on Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "First Senior Brother, where's Master?"

"I don't know. I'm searching for him too." Yan Zhengming's face looked sullen like deep water. "Don't be a hindrance here, get inside..."

His voice was soon drowned out by the bloodcurdling laughs. Yan Zhengming closed his mouth and his brows knitted together tightly.

Li Yun was good at avoiding danger and entered the cabin as he was told, but Cheng Qian wasn't someone who listened to others. Yan Zhengming didn't have time to argue, so he just violently shoved Cheng Qian into the cabin.

The windproof and shockproof lanterns lit up and Han Yuan was hiding there, anxious and frightened.

Cheng Qian's heart sank upon seeing Puddle in Han Yuan's arms.

The tracking charm they made had been tied with a coloured silk around Puddle's waist by Li Yun. Unfortunately, they had never thought that their master would leave Puddle behind.

Yan Zhengming arrived at last. His face was exhausted and deathly pale. He panted and puffed, leaning against the door with one hand covering his mouth as though trying hard to hold back the vomit.

After a while, he said, "I've identified this stench: it's exactly what a Soul-Consuming Lamp would emit when burning."

Li Yun, who was sat by the window, muttered under his breath, "Shh! Look at the sky."