Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 81: Chapter 79: Slave Ship (Please Follow)

The crate was engraved with golden array patterns, and upon opening it, the Ice Crystal released a creeping cold.

The wooden deck crackled as frost formed swiftly, and several guards from Liuyun Manor hurriedly moved aside.

“A woman?”

Xu Yihu’s chin puffed out like a frog’s inflating throat, his skin emitting a fiery light as it resisted the approach of the frosty chill.

Jia Changxun stepped back twice, shaking his frozen trouser legs, and explained, “This woman has a special physique, and her identity seems quite extraordinary. We captured her by accident, but after capturing her, she froze herself, and despite all our efforts, we haven’t managed to thaw her. Thinking your Sect Master is well-informed, he might know her origins and physique.”

“Alright, I got it.”

Xu Yihu nodded and eyed the Ice Crystal, casually calling nearby disciples to carry the Ice Crystal into the ship’s hold.

Along the way, many disciples witnessed this supernatural scene, but most simply glanced curiously a couple of times before turning back to escort human slaves.

Working well into the night, over twenty large ships heavily loaded with human slaves formed a formidable fleet that set sail, heading downstream on the wide Golden Sand River.

…

“So you are Su Jie?”

On ship number seven, in a spacious room on the upper deck, Xu Yihu sat sprawled on a tiger-skin chair.

His robust physique made the wooden chair creak, raising doubts about whether the legs of the chair might snap.

In front of him stood Su Jie and two other outer disciples from Ghost Ridge Palace.

“Met Brother Xu.”

Su Jie bowed his hands, unsure of why the other had suddenly summoned him.

“I heard you’re on good terms with Senior Yu. Well, I’ve recently been short-staffed, so you’ll be in charge of patrolling the Third Level of the cabin,” said Xu Yihu, then turning his gaze toward the two standing with Su Jie, “Luo Junzhi, you manage the Second Level of the cabin, and Qian Guoqiong, you oversee the First Level.”

“Yes, rest assured, Brother Xu.”

The two outer disciples’ faces brightened with joy, delighted to be connected with an inner disciple, something many disciples hoped for.

“Alright, you can leave now.”

Xu Yihu waved his hand, then seemed to remember something else and said, “Right, go down and bring up a few human slaves, younger females, their blood tastes better.”

Luo Junzhi was quick-witted and immediately responded, “I’ll find them right away, definitely choosing the younger ones.”

Qian Guoqiong hesitated for a moment, unable to stop himself from saying, “Brother Xu, these are to be delivered to the Sect, and there are crew members from Liuyun Manor on board. If we do this and it gets discovered, won’t it cause a scandal?”

“Are you teaching me how to do my job?”

Xu Yihu’s expression turned cold.

“No, I wouldn’t dare.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Realizing his mistake, Qian Guoqiong trembled slightly.

Xu Yihu’s expression softened slightly, and he spoke indifferently, “Hmph, we’ve struggled along the way, and with so many human slaves, some are bound to die of sickness or exhaustion. When the time comes, we’ll just inform Liuyun Manor, as long as it doesn’t exceed a certain limit, I doubt they will make much fuss about it.”

Qian Guoqiong nodded repeatedly, his face wearing a flattering smile, “Understood, Brother Xu is right, I was making too much of a fuss. I’ll go find someone right away.”

With that, he turned to leave, intending to make up for his slip by fetching the human slaves.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Xu Yihu watched as Qian Guoqiong approached the door, a malicious smile curling the corners of his mouth. His jawbone dislocated like a snake’s, his chin swelling, with a surge of firelight from within.

The next moment, a torrent of raging magma spewed forth, instantly dousing Qian Guoqiong and igniting him into a human-shaped torch. His flesh melted away in the flames, and his screams lasted only a brief two seconds before cutting off abruptly, leaving nothing but a charred skeleton crumpled on the ground.

“To think I wasted my breath explaining, I certainly don’t want fools as my subordinates.”

Xu Yihu closed his mouth, letting out a mocking laugh.

“Brother Xu… Brother Xu, I’ll bring the human slaves right away.”

Seeing this, Luo Junzhi’s face turned pale, fearing that if he had misspoken just now, Qian Guoqiong’s fate could have easily befallen him.

Su Jie’s gaze was calm. He had interacted with enough inner disciples to know their fickle nature; hardly any of them were easy to get along with.

“Alright, you two go ahead and take the body away. I don’t want it to be an eyesore.”

Xu Yihu waved his hand, and Su Jie dragged Qian Guoqiong’s remains out of the room.

“Brother Su, together?”

Luo Junzhi looked towards Su Jie, hoping to accompany him to fetch the human slaves.

He was mainly afraid of facing Xu Yihu alone. That man was terrifying and could kill without a second thought.

“Capturing human slaves isn’t my job, you go by yourself.”

Su Jie glanced at Luo Junzhi and dumped Qian Guoqiong’s remains into the Golden Sand River, letting the riverwater lay them to permanent rest on the riverbed.

“It’s just a little connection with Senior Yu, why the pretense?”

Luo Junzhi made a sour comment and, not daring to delay, hurriedly went to select human slaves.

Su Jie returned to his room, fetched Gu Weonian and Chen Yun, and then headed to the Third Level cabin he was responsible for.

As soon as they entered, a pungent, sour odor rushed into their nostrils.

In the sealed environment, the stagnant, murky air made the smell even more intense.

As a specially modified Slave Trading Ship, the lower cabin was packed with densely crowded human slaves.

Huddled together in the sunless cabin were the sounds of children crying, the stench of seasickness vomit, and faces of numb despair. Most eyes had already lost the sparkle of sentient beings, seemingly resigned to await death’s approach.

“Patrolling disciples, come open a few ventilation holes, give them some food, and bring over some clothes and medicine for warmth. These are all assets of Ghost Ridge Palace; we can’t have too many die on the way,” Su Jie told some disciples on patrol at the site.

“Who are you?”

“Su Jie. From now on, I’m in charge of the Third Level. If you disagree, take it up with Brother Xu.”

“Ah! It turns out to be Brother Su, forgive us for not recognizing you sooner. We will do as you say right away.”

The group of disciples immediately straightened up and obediently carried out Su Jie’s orders.

Several new ventilation holes were opened, and a crowd of human slaves pressed forward to breathe the outside air mingled with the cold wind, frantically scrambling for the scant food being brought in.

They cherished every chance to stay alive, to eat their fill, for even in death, they wanted to depart as satiated souls.

“Thank you, thank you, sir.”

“Eat quickly! Who knows if we’ll have such luck again.”

“Sir, sir, please show some mercy and help me get out. I’m not even twenty years old; I don’t want to die here!”

In the cabin, some human slaves heard Su Jie’s conversation with the disciples. Many crowded at the bars of the ventilation holes, expressing their gratitude to Su Jie and pleading for a chance to live.

Su Jie didn’t respond. He then reminded Chen Yun and Gu Weonian with a few more words to rotate and watch over the cabin in his absence, otherwise those disciples would surely take liberties.