Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

Chapter 29

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

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Chapter 29:

A sudden hush fell over the sea.

For the four disciples of Fuyao Sect, this dark silhouette was somewhat familiar. Yan Zhengming had caught a few words of what the shadow had said, and though he was the only one who knew how this person who'd once resided within a tablet had now shown up here, all of them were aware of the fact that this man must be closely related to their sect.

The last time they had met in the Demon Valley, this archdevil had treated them very amiably. Though he was fond of fooling those kids, he never angered even when they exposed his lies. From this, one could see his good temper.

Today, however, he appeared to be a starkly different person.

Though Yan Zhengming stood on the deck of a large ship, he felt the tyrannically vicious vibes emitting from Lord Beiming and setting the sea in unrest.

Jiang Peng's expression twisted, and he jumped from the clouds onto the ship carrying a group of sword cultivators.

Those cultivators, who moments ago had been flashing their swords and killing ghost shadows, now leapt into the ocean like dumplings being poured into a pot. Without warning or reason, they splashed into the water and sent up spectacular waves.

A storm sprang up over the sea, causing Yan Zhengming to stagger and nearly lose his footing.

Fortunately, the entire body of this ship had been carved with charms drawn by powerful cultivators, allowing it to stay stable for a good while. It was for this reason that the ship was so expensive. But by the time Yan Zhengming regained his balance, his heart sank. His master disappeared with his boat!

"Tell the shipmaster to drive the ship away," Yan Zhengming instructed a Taoist boy. "There's a telescope in my luggage, fetch it for me... Cheng Qian, what the fuck are you doing? Get down!"

Cheng Qian had climbed up the ship last, and while Yan Zhengming had been distracted, Cheng Qian started gazing around the area.

Yan Zhengming rolled up his sleeves, took a striding step with his long legs, and pulled Cheng Qian down by hooking his arms around the boy's waist.

Cheng Qian had been searching for Muchun Zhenren. After being yanked down like a chick before he had found anything, he struggled for all he was worth. "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing!?" Yan Zhengming shouted in Cheng Qian's ear, holding him with his hand.

"I'm looking for Master!"

"You're looking for death!"

Yan Zhengming fumed. Then he got a glimpse of Xueqing hurrying out for Cheng Qian, so Yan Zhengming ordered him, "Ehh... You, what's your name again? Come over, watch this kid, don't let him..."

Another quake of the ship cut Yan Zhengming short; Lord Beiming and Jiang Peng had come to blows.

The water dragon breached the surface of the water once again. Even the big ship of the Fuyao Sect couldn't resist leaning sideways. Yan Zhengming had been left no time to hand Cheng Qian over to Xueqing. He pulled Cheng Qian tightly into his arms, and immediately after, he fell over, his back hitting the cabin next to him. The charms all over the entire ship began groaning madly.

With one side being an almighty demonic cultivator who could trap primordial spirits into his Soul-Consuming Lamp, and the other side being the grandmaster of all devil magic—Lord Beiming—their earthshaking clashes made those people on the sea seem like lowly crickets and ants who were forced to flow helplessly with the waves.