Chapter 594 - 258: A Ship of the Dead
Chapter 594: Chapter 258: A Ship of the Dead
Chen Yougui froze, then scrambled to his knees:
"Please, Hero Fang, spare my life! I..."
Before he could finish, Fang Shuwen pressed a finger to the spot between his eyebrows.
Chen Yougui fell to the ground, dead, without so much as a grunt.
Everyone on the ship he’d brought was dead. How could he be spared?
The Yellow Springs Road wasn’t far off. If he hurried, Chen Yougui could still catch up to them.
"Let’s go."
Fang Shuwen turned and left the Island Master’s manor with Luo Shuqing and the others.
Behind them, Nanny Liu and the other servants trembled like leaves. Only after Fang Shuwen’s figure had vanished did the group exchange glances of dismay.
Someone approached Chen Yougui’s body to check. After feeling for a breath under his nose, they spoke in a strained voice:
"He’s... he’s really dead."
"Nanny Liu, what should we do?"
The Island Master had fled, leaving only them—the maids and servants, most of whom were women. For a moment, they were all at a complete loss.
Nanny Liu gently squeezed her palm:
"The Master and Madam have fled, and the Young Master is dead.
"We were left here, maybe as fodder for that Demon... Hero Fang to kill and vent his anger on...
"Since Hero Fang spared us, we can’t stay here either. If the Master and Madam return, they’ll surely take their anger over the Young Master’s death out on us.
"The only thing to do now is gather some gold, silver, and valuables from the manor. Everyone... let’s run for our lives."
The group, who had been at a loss, immediately nodded upon hearing this.
They began to search the manor. In the end, each person left quietly with a small bundle, fleeing for their lives.
The reason no one noticed the changes at the Island Master’s manor was that all the prying eyes were still fixed on Fang Shuwen and his group.
They watched as Fang Shuwen went to the Island Master’s manor. After he came out, he paid a visit to the Golden Bell Tower’s shop.
When Fang Shuwen emerged again, the great saber he had taken from Chou Qianmo was gone.
Afterward, people from the Golden Bell Tower began moving things onto Fang Shuwen’s boat.
Once everything was loaded, the modest-sized vessel quietly left the docks and headed into the depths of the East Sea.
During this trip to Monkey Suppression Island, although Fang Shuwen had only killed Chou Qianmo,
the impact he made was anything but small.
Chou Qianmo was already a big name, and the name ’Blood Calamity Saber’ carried a fearsome reputation.
Yet in Fang Shuwen’s hands, he was killed on the spot without lasting a single move.
This dealt a significant shock to all the onlookers.
Furthermore, when confronted by Fang Shuwen, the Island Master of Monkey Suppression Island had been so terrified that he fled for his life, not even sparing a thought for his own son.
This was only discovered after Fang Shuwen and his group had left Monkey Suppression Island.
People were curious about what exactly Fang Shuwen had done at the Island Master’s manor.
How could he go in and out with no commotion, and then it was all over?
After some investigation, they were astonished to find the entire Island Master’s manor deserted.
Instantly, all the Jianghu people on Monkey Suppression Island were stirred into action.
The incident on Nameless Island wasn’t long past. Rumor had it that every Jianghu person on the island back then had made a small fortune. It was a classic ’whale fall,’ where the death of one great being nourishes thousands of others.
Now that such a golden opportunity had appeared on Monkey Suppression Island, they naturally wouldn’t miss it.
The incident caused a huge uproar.
Some even connected this incident with what happened on Nameless Island. They knew that the Island Master of Nameless Island, Sikong Cheng, had died under mysterious circumstances, so it was only natural to link this event to Fang Shuwen as well.
They speculated that the Island Master of Nameless Island had likely been killed by Fang Shuwen.
The manor on Nameless Island had been looted clean, and the same had happened on Monkey Suppression Island.
Consequently, whenever Fang Shuwen’s name was mentioned, any who held the title of Island Master felt a shiver of shared dread.
They feared this Demon Evil God would show up at their door, slay them, and let a lifetime’s—or even several generations’—worth of accumulated wealth fall into the hands of those Jianghu people.
Of course, alongside such rumors, the news that Fang Shuwen had come to the East Sea with Luo Shuqing to protect her and the Profound Celestial Iron Mirror also spread like wildfire.
In an instant, the entire East Sea was thrown into an uproar.
Some spoke of it in hushed tones, believing that since the Demon Evil God had made his move, the Profound Celestial Iron Mirror was absolutely off-limits.
But others paid Fang Shuwen no mind. A desperate gamble might make one the master of the East Sea. Compared to such heavenly fortune, what was one mere Demon Evil God?
It was often so. As the saying goes: fortune favors the bold, while the timid starve to death.
But as for whether they’d truly be stuffed to death, how could anyone know without first taking a bite?
At the same time, letters crisscrossed the skies above the East Sea, carried by trained birds, as streams of information gradually spread to every corner of the region.
「Tide Sound Island.」
Xin Wufang was over fifty, yet she had the appearance of an ordinary woman in her thirties.
However, she was not beautiful. Her features were sharp, as if chiseled from stone; she was stern and unsmiling, and her eyes were lifeless.
Besides Xin Wufang, there were two other people in the hall.
One was a powerfully built man dressed in purple robes.
His broad shoulders stretched his purple robes taut. His tiger-like eyes held a hidden divine light that only revealed itself in the occasional, inadvertent flash of lightning.
This was one of the Four Saints of the East Sea, ’Purple-Robed Mystic Lord’ Yuchi Ting.
The other person was dressed head to toe in black. A five-stranded beard drifted over his chest, a faint smile played on his lips, and his face looked somewhat simple and honest.
This man was also one of the Four Saints of the East Sea: the Zhenyue Monarch, Shi Zhenxuan.