Chapter 89: The Mischief-Making Companion

After the black mist appeared, it kept shifting shape, as though it were made of a thousand faces. From within it came shrill screams, as if the gates of hell had been flung open and a host of vengeful spirits and fiends had been set loose.

The women were so frightened by the sight that they all hurriedly recoiled.

In an instant, the black mist had reached Chen Yuyi.

Chen Yuyi slightly parted his lips and, like a giant whale drawing in water, swallowed the black mist in one gulp.

The women, panic-stricken, failed to notice this at all. But Old He saw everything clearly, and his pupils contracted sharply. Even with his experience, he could hardly tell what manner of technique this was. The son-in-law of the Shen family suddenly seemed far from ordinary to him.

The Taoist priest was stunned. His gourd was called the Seven Fiends Gourd, and within it were gathered countless yin souls. Exorcism was his signature craft. Anyone contaminated by the fierce spirits inside the gourd would be plunged into nightmares, terror-stricken and trembling from head to toe, and in the end either scared to death or driven into idiocy.

Yet this man before him had actually "eaten" those fiends.

A deep fear began to spread from the bottom of his heart.

By then, the staff had already been alerted. As soon as they arrived, they asked, "What happened?"

But Chen Yuyi simply took the Seven Fiends Gourd from the Taoist priest's hand and smiled. "Nothing. This Taoist master was just showing us the wonderful uses of this gourd."

Then he gave the priest a half-smiling look. "Wouldn't you say so, Taoist master?"

The priest had been thoroughly shaken by that one move from Chen Yuyi. Even when the gourd was taken from him, he did not react. Now, asked like this, he came back to himself at once.

Since the Seven Fiends Gourd had already been taken, what else could he say? He could only grit his teeth and say, "Yes. This gentleman has excellent judgment, and formidable skill!"

Seeing that nothing had happened, the staff dispersed.

The women were left somewhat dazed. Clearly the black mist had flown at someone, so why was nothing happening now? Could it be that what they had seen just now had only been an illusion?

The Taoist priest shot Chen Yuyi a resentful glance, then packed up and left in haste.

Chen Yuyi only gave a faint smile. Money was already nothing in his eyes. Spending a hundred million to obtain two treasures imbued with spiritual properties was not bad at all. Besides, it could be considered a favor to Shen Zhujun's friend, sparing her from being harmed by that jade pendant.

The moment he arrived, he had noticed that the gourd at the Taoist priest's waist was also a treasure. A single glance at the jade pendant was enough for him to see its true nature, and he knew the priest would never sell the gourd. That was why he had deliberately used the purchase of the pendant as a pretext to bring the matter to the gourd.

Besides, this priest was skilled in ghostly arts and was no good man. If not for the women beside him, he would not have minded seizing it by force.

Of course, the reason he bought such treasures was merely to feed the Great Luo Star Disc. These sinister things, left unchecked, would only bring calamity to others. Just now, when he absorbed that black mist, he merely transferred it onto the Great Luo Star Disc. If left to him alone, he still did not have enough power to digest such a thing.

The women looked at him with some suspicion.

Lian Bingyan suddenly wondered whether she had been underestimating Shen Zhujun's husband.

Zhao Lan was also staring at Chen Yuyi with uncertainty.

Just a moment earlier, Old He had quietly told her, "The Shen family's son-in-law must not be underestimated."

But Shen Youlin smiled at Chen Yuyi. The reason was simple: this turned out to be a rich brother-in-law.

Chen Yuyi said nothing. He wandered about inside for a while longer, but found no more treasures.

Then Zhao Lan's phone suddenly rang.

After answering, her expression changed slightly.

"What happened?" Lian Bingyan could not help asking.

"Pan Fang and the others have been detained by someone," Zhao Lan said with a frown.

Pan Fang was one of their little circle, the girl who had mocked Chen Yuyi most viciously at the gathering.

It turned out that while they had been playing, they had been harassed by a sleazy young Taoist priest. Pan Fang was among the prettiest of the girls and also had the fiercest temper.

After that filthy little priest harassed her, she slapped him twice on the spot.

That also drew the indignation of the male companions, and together they gave the little priest a vicious beating, knocking him into a pig's face.

They had thought it nothing more than a small matter, but before they could even sit down properly upon returning, the other side had come looking for trouble with reinforcements. It turned out that the man was a junior disciple of one of the sworn brothers of Master Zhong.

That sworn brother of Master Zhong was none other than the strange and sinister man who had appeared at the Splendid Manor that day, Master Demon Blade.

He was the second-in-command aboard the Master Vessel.

No one on the Master Vessel did not fear those two masters, especially Demon Blade. He was wrapped in a cold, sinister aura that inspired dread at first sight. So on the Master Vessel, no matter how rich or powerful you were, you had to keep yourself in line.

Otherwise, those wealthy people who usually acted so arrogantly would, once aboard, not show the slightest trace of that arrogance.

Zhao Lan found it rather vexing. Of all the people to offend, why had it to be the junior disciple of Master Demon Blade?

Still, she could not simply leave Pan Fang and the others to their fate.

At once, she took Old He along to negotiate.

Lian Bingyan was also one of their friends, so naturally she went too.

Chen Yuyi could not be bothered with such meddling business, but Shen Youlin insisted on dragging him along to watch the excitement.

By now, the little girl’s attitude toward this brother-in-law had undergone a complete reversal.

As Chen Yuyi let her pull him along, he casually brushed her wrist and quietly erased the spiritual mark from the bracelet there.

The little girl noticed the touch, of course, but pretended not to. A faint, pleased smile tugged at her lips.

Inside a luxurious room on the Master Vessel, a devilishly handsome man lounged on a leather sofa with one leg crossed over the other. He exhaled cigar smoke and held a glass of whiskey in his hand, his expression indifferent.

He was Master Demon Blade. Of course, the title of master was only a sobriquet; he looked nothing like a true adept. Yet the oppressive force radiating from him was of the sort that made people afraid.

Beside him stood a sleazy young Taoist priest, his face swollen and bruised, glaring furiously at the people being held before them.

Pan Fang and several girls were restrained by a few burly men, while on the floor lay several male companions, already beaten unconscious.

"He only touched you once and ended up like this. If someone really had their way with you, what do you think would happen?" Demon Blade asked in a calm voice, exhaling smoke as he addressed Pan Fang.

By now Pan Fang and the other girls were trembling all over, too frightened even to speak.

"Uncle Master, just hand that wretched woman over to me for a while. If not, I won't be able to swallow this anger," the sleazy little priest said, spitting on his hands and rubbing them together in hatred.

"Why are you so anxious? Didn't they say there were friends coming too? Wait until everyone arrives, then we'll deal with them," Demon Blade said after taking a sip of wine. In his eyes, everyone on the ship, rich or poor, powerful or not, was nothing more than a pig waiting for the butcher. He did not mind finding a little entertainment.

Hearing that, the sleazy priest obediently stayed to one side.

Then a middle-aged Taoist priest entered, his face full of anger.

He was the priest from the private sale venue. As soon as he came in, he first bowed in greeting to Demon Blade.

"Brother, what happened?" The sleazy priest noticed his expression and could not help asking.

Demon Blade also looked at him. "What is it, Black Mountain? Have you been bullied too?"

"Uncle Master, my Seven Fiends Gourd has been snatched away!" Black Mountain hesitated a moment, but in the end said it aloud.

The sleazy priest Black Soil was startled. "Brother, how did you manage that? Even the Seven Fiends Gourd was taken from you? What kind of bold fool would do such a thing? Uncle Master, send someone to help you take it back."

Demon Blade looked at him coolly as well.

"That man is no simple character. My Seven Fiend Ghost Mist had no effect on him at all, and that was how he seized the Seven Fiends Gourd from me," Black Mountain said. He had already etched Chen Yuyi's appearance deeply into his mind.

"What is there to fear? As long as he's still on this ship, that gourd will sooner or later return to your hands," Demon Blade said with a faint curl of his lips.

Black Mountain and Black Soil both froze for a moment, then seemed to understand at once. The gloom on Black Mountain's face lifted immediately, and a smile appeared.

Only then did he notice the injuries on Black Soil's face, along with the people being held nearby.

"What is going on here?"

Black Soil snorted and pointed at Pan Fang, cursing, "I only touched her on the butt, and this little bitch, along with those brutes, beat me up. Perfect, there are several fresh little beauties here too. Brother, let's all enjoy ourselves and blow off some steam later."

A wicked gleam also flashed in Black Mountain's eyes. He had just swallowed a bit of humiliation and was indeed itching to vent it.

Meanwhile, Pan Fang and the others were praying that Zhao Lan would hurry and appear, as if she alone could save them.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Lan finally appeared before them. But what was with the Shen family's son-in-law following behind her?