Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol. 4 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Author:Mo Xiang Tong Xiu [Xiu, Mo Xiang Tong]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: light novel
Publisher: Seven Seas Entertainment
Published: 2022-11-16T08:00:00+00:00

— Part 2 —

NIGHT HAD FALLEN by the time the group reached the foot of the mountain. When they returned to town, the lights had been extinguished, and it was quiet all around. Everyone was in a sorry state, drained in both body and spirit. Even their marching formations were wobbly and askew, the rows uneven. But after using the last vestiges of their strength to do a headcount, they were heartened to find their numbers had hardly changed from when they first set out.

Since most of the group hadn’t fully recovered their spiritual powers, they couldn’t ride swords. Travel by water was the fastest route to Lotus Pier, so the travel-weary band of thousands headed toward the harbor near Yiling. But because the decision to set off had been made on such short notice, not many boats could be rounded up quickly enough. The clan leaders had to rent every single boat at the docks regardless of size, even fishing boats. They stuffed the vessels to full capacity with the various clans’ disciples and set off down the river.

Dozens of juniors from prominent clans had all been squeezed onto one fishing boat. The boys, raised in prestigious households, had never been forced onto such a decrepit, creaky vessel. The boat was old and dismal, piled everywhere with filthy nets and buckets that reeked of fish. The wind was stronger at night, making the boats rock up and down and side to side. Several boys who hailed from the dry north came down with bad cases of queasiness, and though they tried to endure it, could eventually no longer hold it in. They all dashed out of the cabin and heaved before slumping back into dizzy heaps on the deck.

“Argh, for heaven’s sake,” one of the boys complained. “All this rocking is raising waves in my stomach! Hey, Sizhui-xiong, you’re throwing up too? Aren’t you from Gusu? You’re not a northerner, so why are you puking even harder than me?”

Lan Sizhui waved dismissively, looking sickly green. “I…I don’t know why either. I’ve been like this since I was four or five, every time I’m on a boat… Maybe I was born this way.”

As he spoke, queasiness surged within him again. He pulled himself upright with the support of the boat railing. Just as he was about to vomit some more, he suddenly saw a pitch-black figure clinging to the boat just below the railing. Half the man’s body was submerged in the river water, and he was staring straight at Lan Sizhui.

In that split second, Lan Sizhui was so scared he swallowed back down everything he was about to vomit. His hand had just reached the hilt of his sword when he managed to take a closer look.

“Ghost…” he gasped.

Inside the cabin, Jin Ling caught that word and charged out wielding his sword. “Where’s the ghost? Where? I’ll kill it for you!”

“It’s not a ghost,” Lan Sizhui explained, “it’s the Ghost General!”

The boys swarmed onto the deck and looked where Lan Sizhui was pointing.

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