Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don’t Call Me a Demon! - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 3: Greed

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About fifteen minutes later, unimpeded, Su Jie’s slave trading ship broke through the encirclement.

Bodies were floating on the river surface, most of them were human slaves, with a portion being cultivators, belonging to both Right and Evil factions.

The corpses were carried by the river downstream and hadn’t sunk yet for quite a while.

On the slave trading ship, some of the surviving disciples paid no mind to their wounds, hurriedly running to the gunwale to salvage the bodies, snatching valuable magic artifacts, talismans, and elixirs from them.

Splash.

Several figures jumped into the river, swimming towards the bodies in the distance.

Many disciples had been impoverished for too long and couldn’t restrain their greed, oblivious to the fact that they were still on the battlefield.

“It’s Mr. Gu.”

Chen Yun pointed at the surface of the water, the one swimming towards the bodies to salvage them was actually Gu Weonian.

He and a few Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples were competing for valuable objects on the corpses, and the appearance of a storage bag incited a frenzy among them.

Barely escaped from a predicament, and with the battle still raging behind them, the disciples could not restrain their avarice.

People die for wealth, as birds die for food; it’s always been so.

“Call him back, seeking fortune at this time is tantamount to not wanting to live.”

Su Jie walked to the gunwale, and Chen Yun shouted loudly.

“Brother Su, I’ll search a few more bodies and then come back, don’t worry about me.”

Upon hearing the shout, Gu Weonian turned his head to see it was Su Jie, stiffened in his movements, hesitated for a while, but still unable to give up the wealth, swam towards the corpses again.

“Foolish, get back here now…”

Su Jie had not finished speaking when below the surface of the river, currents surged, transforming into a massive beast’s head which bit several Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples who wandered out to rob valuables, including Gu Weonian, instantly staining the river red with blood.

The inner disciple from Guan Chao Pavilion who had competed with Xu Yihu had been lurking underwater, originally planning to ambush Xu Yihu. But since Xu Yihu had kept hiding and was protected by other disciples especially with Su Jie around, he dared not rashly charge in and chose to attack the weaker disciples instead.

“Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

The Guan Chao Pavilion inner disciple threatened, then dived back into the river. No one dared to venture into the depths and fight with the disciples of Guan Chao Pavilion; it was their turf.

The disciples whose bodies were crushed struggled momentarily, then became silent.

On the slave trading ship, watching Gu Weonian’s lifeless body on the river surface, Su Jie slowly sighed, “What was the point? Without the strength, you shouldn’t covet that wealth – it only led to a pointless death.”

Gu Weonian only had the cultivation level of the Third Level of Yunling Realm; it was fortunate enough for him to have survived by hiding in the cabin. Yet he couldn’t resist his greed and fell at the last hurdle.

Chen Yun remained silent, accustomed to life and death, her grief was fleeting.

Too many had died in today’s battle, with less than thirty percent of Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples surviving. Aside from those they knew well, no one really cared about the passing of another life.

Su Jie controlled the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword and salvaged Gu Weonian’s body from the water.

After all, he deserved a proper burial and not to be used as food for fish and shrimp.

As Su Jie did this, on the Golden Sand River, seven or eight slave trading ships each employed their own methods to speed up and break out of the encirclement.

Another ten or so were surrounded completely, already boarded by Righteous Disciples who slaughtered every Ghost Ridge Palace disciple, raising the flags of various sects on the mast.

Catching up to them relentlessly, in their panic, the remaining slave trading ships disregarded formation, stretching out a considerable distance before either sneaking into tributaries or running aground, with their disciples disembarking and fleeing in terror.

The slave trading ship under Su Jie’s control was quick, its sails undamaged and to his surprise retained its propulsion, smoothly shaking off the pursuers from behind.

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Many hours later, nightfall descended.

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Disciples of the Ghost Ridge Palace gathered on the deck, treating injuries, counting losses, and repairing the ship, still in the busiest phase following the end of the battle.

Originally, there were dozens of Ghost Ridge Palace disciples stationed on the slave trading ship, but now less than ten were alive, and almost all of them were injured.

On the other side of the deck, the bodies of the dead Ghost Ridge Palace disciples were piled up. There weren’t many, as most of the bodies had fallen into the river.

Su Jie helped Chen Yun clean up the wound. Compared to the last time when she was seriously injured and near death, this time at least, there were no severe injuries.

Patting his knee and standing up, Su Jie said, “Alright, after taking this elixir, and resting for a few days, you’ll be mostly recovered. If you can’t bear the pain, take a few Drunk Numbing Pills yourself.”

Drunk Numbing Pills are like anesthetics, able to numb bodily pain, but they interfere with body movement and seriously affect combat.

“I won’t take that. It’s just a bit of pain. I’m already very grateful that I could survive.”

Chen Yun swallowed the healing pill, her face easing quite a bit. As for the Drunk Numbing Pill, she didn’t need it yet.

“You decide for yourself.”

Su Jie looked around and didn’t see Xu Yihu anywhere.

“Where’s Brother Xu?”

Su Jie stopped a disciple to ask about Xu Yihu’s whereabouts.

“It seems he’s gone to the lower cabins.”

The answer from the disciple furrowed Su Jie’s brows slightly, as a bad premonition arose in his heart.

As if to confirm Su Jie’s suspicion, sudden cries and wails emanated from the lower cabins of the slave trading ship.

A few disciples scrambled up to the deck, and those who were slower were entangled by a tongue and dragged back into the darkness.

“He’s gone mad, Brother Xu has gone mad, he’s eating people, anyone he sees.”

The disciples who escaped back were terrified, their voices trembling.

“He can’t control it, huh?”

Su Jie muttered to himself, took out the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword, and cut a big hole in the deck with his flying sword.

Through the hole, one could see a ghastly scene in the lower deck.

Xu Yihu was crouching on the ground, having turned into a gigantic half-lizard creature about seven or eight meters long, with skin covered in fine scales and a thick tail that had sprouted. He was paying no heed to the cries and pleas of the human slaves, opening his bloody maw and crazily devouring them whole.

Whether it was men or women, elderly or children, he swallowed them all. His belly was visibly bloated, and one could dimly see the outlines of human limbs struggling inside, immensely terrifying and chilling.

Disturbed by the noise, Xu Yihu slowly lifted his head, the flesh under his chin puffing up as he emitted a sharp, piercing laugh.

“Haha, are you trying to stop me? Then I’ll kill you first. Dead men tell no tales.”

Amidst laughter, Xu Yihu’s mouth opened, and over a dozen split tongues shot out like lightning, dragging all the disciples toward him to be devoured.

“Brother Xu, spare me!”

“I didn’t see anything, don’t kill me!”

“You monster, I won’t let you off even as a ghost.”

No matter how the disciples pleaded for mercy, Xu Yihu continued as he pleased, devouring them all.

Clang!

Amidst the resonating sound of a sword’s cry, the tongue attacking Su Jie and Chen Yun was severed.

Blood with a strong scent of sulfur gushed out, causing Xu Yihu’s face to twist with spite.

The next moment, Xu Yihu’s massive body used all four limbs to clamber up through the hole, glaring menacingly at Su Jie, his eyes filled with brutal killing intent.