Plundering the Heavens

After fleeing from the Qingqiu Tombs, Fang Xing and the golden crow saw that no one was chasing after them and flew directly towards a small dock on the easternmost part of Bohai Kingdom. After arriving, the pair landed on an large, exquisitely decorated ship anchored within the gulf and noticed a rather stout-looking plump middle-aged man sitting within the main cabin. It was Yu Sanliang, who’d already become one of the core disciples for the Myriad Beasts Sect.

“All eighteen long-distance teleportation altars on the Jambu continent are being controlled by either the Huangfu clan or those who work beneath them. I’m afraid they’ll all be waiting for you to give yourself up, so it would not be an option for you to leave through these altars. Traveling across the sea with a spirit vessel isn’t a bad choice; the flying restrictions placed by the Huangfu clan are still there, so flying would make you an easy target.” The plump Daoist stood up when Fang Xing entered the cabin. “I’ve prepared this large ship for you so you can disguise yourself as a wealthy young master of the Bohai Kingdom going out to sea for sightseeing. Non-cultivators are as numerous as ants, so this will make it less likely for the Huangfu clan to focus on you. The speed will be much slower, however, and you will only be able to travel close to the shores; such ordinary vessels cannot last for long against the great waves of the ocean!”

Fang Xing patted the plump Daoist’s shoulder and let out a loud laugh. “Haha, that’s fine. This should be enough. Shixiong Zhu, let us meet again some hundred or eighty years from now!”

The plump Daoist let out a sigh. His eyes began to redden before he hastily took out a storage sack and continued, “The fox mask and Blood Lotus Seed you left with me earlier is all here, and that jade coffin was placed inside the cabin in the lower decks. I’ve also prepared a large amount of wine and food for you, which should be enough for Shidi Fang to enjoy for awhile….” He paused here before adding with a small mutter, “And… my surname really is Yu….”

“But Shixiong Zhu sounds so much better!” Fang Xing laughed again before accepting the storage sack and waving his hand. “You should be careful not to be caught by someone. Let me make it clear in advance: if you get caught, I won’t go out and save you. If everything fails, don’t just nest yourself in this stupid Myriad Beasts place, go to Snowy Mountain instead. That old bastard Wanluo doesn’t even have someone to look after him despite being so damn old. You go lick some boots and I’m sure you’ll be able to get some good stuff out of it!”

The plump Daoist knew Fang Xing was trying to help him find a better opportunity, and his words caused him to feel moved and also ashamed. “Shidi Fang, everything I have today is because of you. This kind of grace and favor, a few sentences is not enough. Unfortunately, it is just that I’m really too useless and this is the most I can do to help you. I just hope… aiii , I hope one day, I’ll really be able to help you….”

“Damn your grandpa, shut up and stop being so wordy….” Fang Xing kicked the still-speaking plump Daoist into the water and gestured his hand towards the maids on the ship. “Set sail!”

The plump Daoist surfaced from the water and looked at the silhouette of the ship as it sailed further out, unsure how to react. “That little bastard…” he helplessly cursed while wiping the salty water off his face, “he really isn’t likeable at all….”

Fang Xing had been getting annoyed at hearing the plump Daoist say those things earlier, so he’d simply kicked him off his ship, but the trust he held towards the man was certain. Before he came here, he’d left the fox mask and Blood Lotus Seed with the plump Daoist in case he entered the Qingqiu Tombs and was unable to flee. He’d intended to use them as bargaining chips to threaten that old stone tortoise, or if he ended up losing his life, the plump Daoist could give these two treasures to Xiao Mahn on his behalf.

Of course, these kinds of “just in case” thoughts were reflexive—he’d never actually thought the last resort would be necessary.

The ship wasn’t very large at all at just over ten feet in length, and those on the ship were all ordinary boatmen and servants without any cultivation to speak of. Their knowledge was very little, and so they all shivered upon seeing the golden crow in fear this large bird would eat them.

These people had all been bought by the plump Daoist well in advance and—in order to avoid having any news slip out—they’d been forced to wait at the dock without being allowed to contact anyone else outside. Although they didn’t have any cultivation, they were very experienced in serving their owners, and both Fang Xing and the golden crow were pampered greatly by them.

The pair began their lives as a young master of some wealthy family who was out sightseeing, which coincidentally had been Fang Xing’s dream since a very young age. A large ship with a group of his own henchmen, a dozen or so women from the brothels, going and flipping all the boats in the rivers who had people trying to write poems and verses….

Aside from the women from the brothels, everything else was just about what he wanted. Of course, sailing on the ocean was also a little different from his imaginings of sailing on a river.

Between the four continents of Tianyuan were vast oceans that would take a lifetime for ordinary men to even think about crossing. There were innumerable peculiar and dangerous islands filled with all kinds of traps and dangers, and there were even sea beasts, immortal’s caverns, as well as a mega clan—the Azure Sea Dragon Tribe. It was by no means safer than land, and since Fang Xing’s wounds had not yet completely recovered, he didn’t dare to sail into the depths of the ocean and could only travel close to land like an ordinary man. When he finished recovering, his abilities paired with the golden crow meant there wouldn’t be much to worry about—even if they weren’t able to fight something head-on, they’d still be able to flee.

Fang Xing’s main focus during the first few days was to heal. The attack from the Huangfu clan’s young master before he was beheaded had actually pierced through Fang Xing’s lungs, and it was only due to Fang Xing’s powerful cultivation level and robust physique that he was able to just keep up. He swallowed a few pellets alongside a large bowl of wine after dinner to help him recover before sitting down, pouring out the young master’s head from his storage sack, and studying it. The eyes were shut and seemingly without any vitality as though he’d died, but there were no signs of rotting. It still looked like a statue carved from jade, filled with lively and clean lines.

Fang Xing held up the head and slapped it a couple of times. “Are you dead?”

After two loud slaps, the lotus mark appeared between the young master’s brows. His eyes opened and a spirit sense came out, “Don’t kill me…. I beg you to spare my life….”

“Ohhh? Still not dead?” Fang Xing started to grow interested. When he’d grabbed onto the head and taken it along with him, it had simply been his reflex as a bandit. He’d intended to have the head shown off in public to display his work, yet to his surprise, the Huangfu clan’s young master was very unique—he was still alive and well even after being beheaded. Even being placed inside the storage sack would only put him in a temporary sleep that would be woken with a couple of slaps. Fang Xing wasn’t a fool and he didn’t need to think much about it at all to know this person definitely carried a top treasure that protected his spirit soul from being dispersed.

Fang Xing narrowed his gaze towards the young master’s eyes and began to extort a confession, “Tell me truthfully. Do you have some kind of treasure?”

How could the young master be willing to tell the truth? He knew that if he lost his treasure, his life would also come to an end, so all he could do was continuously beg without mentioning a single word about it. He sucked up to Fang Xing with a mournful look and incredibly miserable expression; if he’d known what would happen to him, perhaps he would have never sent the bounty to capture Fang Xiaojiu no matter how how far he was pushed.

Fang Xing slapped him a dozen times more, but the young master only knew how to beg for forgiveness without any willingness to reveal anything about the treasure. Fang Xing had originally intended to open up his brain regardless, but he felt he was perhaps still able to force something useful out of him and had forgotten all about it for the moment. He yelled outside the cabin, “What’s your name, the chick with the big boobs, bring me the urinal bucket….”

A maid soon came in with a urinal bucket. She’d intended to try to seduce the young master Fang Xing, but when she saw him holding a head in his hands, she could only let out a loud scream and faint. Speechless, Fang Xing went to pick up the urinal bucket himself, but he was dissatisfied to see it was clean and had to go fetch a used one himself.

Fang Xing held the young master’s head in one hand and the urinal bucket in the other while viciously threatening, “Are you going to speak or not?”

“I beg you… spare me… when I get revived, I shall give you the biggest reward….”

“Damn your uncle, how dare you! Go and enjoy yourself inside!” Fang Xing angrily threw the head into the urinal bucket and went to sleep on his bed.

In these few days, the continent of Jambu was embroiled in a great disaster with great amounts of blood and countless people dead. As for the person who’d started it all, he was currently being extremely bored out at sea. He tortured the head of the Huangfu clan’s young master for fun to reduce his boredom, doing such things as tossing him into a dirty urinal bucket or tying him up with an immortal’s snare and throwing it into the ocean to fish for sharks. The young master still wouldn’t reveal his secret treasure even three days later, although Fang Xing had gotten his hands on a large number of secret spells and techniques through him, making for quite a gain.

Fang Xing was having lots of fun bullying the young master, but he didn’t know about the pink-dressed little girl swiftly flying over the ocean waves a thousand miles away, nor did he know the girl intended to bully him in turn.