Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 176 Evil Spirits

Yang Silang slowly opened his eyes and said.

"The seller is right. This horse has desert blood, but they can't guarantee it won't get seasick."

"As for Daqing, go and tell it to untie its reins and come up for some fresh air at night. Just use some tricks to keep it from being seen by others."

"If it continues to cause trouble, just say what I said, and it can fly back to Gongzhou Prefecture on its own. It won't have to come to the capital with us."

"The capital city is so wonderful! It's the place with the most beautiful female donkeys in the world. It would be such a waste not to go."

"You're the only one who can benefit from this, Big Shot."

Wang Daniu then revealed a gloating expression.

"Okay, I'll tell it right away."

"Who told it to act all high and mighty at home, living in a wooden hut? Now look what's happened, it can't stand being back in its old animal pen."

"Hey... Fourth Brother, no matter how many female donkeys I have, it has nothing to do with me. What are you saying..."

He shook his head and turned to leave.

The boat drifted on the river for half a month. Heading north, it meandered through many prefectures and cities. Some sections of the journey were against the current, or the river was shallow, requiring boatmen to pull it along.

As usual, the boatman went to the water demon's territory in the river to offer sacrifices, which naturally wasted a lot of time, but it was necessary.

Fortunately, the journey has been relatively smooth so far. This time, we haven't encountered any foreign water monsters, and there has been no further fighting.

Dengdengdeng.

The hatch was knocked on again.

Yang Silang sensed the energy and blood outside and said, "Please come in," and then sat up.

A man entered from outside, and even Yang Silang felt the cabin light up.

This man was simply too handsome. He was eight feet tall, with a face like white jade, eyes like stars, and a smile that seemed to linger even before he spoke.

This man was also a provincial graduate preparing to go to the capital for the imperial examination. His name was Zhou Mingxuan, and he was accompanied by a pageboy named Xiaoqi. He boarded the ship with Yang Silang that day.

This guy's martial arts skills are probably not even among the top in the province's young talents.

However, judging from his appearance, Yang Silang doubted that he was qualified to compete for the top three in the palace examination. It would not be surprising if he was given the top spot, but the second spot would be a waste of his talent. If he was only the third spot, then there must be something fishy going on.

The space on the ship was so small that the two became acquainted after a while and became nodding acquaintances.

Zhou Mingxuan's family was very wealthy, so they sent him to a martial arts school run by a famous female martial arts master.

Under his master's careful guidance, he trained to become a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master, skilled in palm techniques and wielding a long sword, but he was not a member of the aristocratic circles.

Yang Silang was certain that this person's face was not seen at the Flying Immortal Gathering, the later Hunting Gathering, or the Treasure Appreciation Gathering; otherwise, he would have definitely remembered this face.

"Brother Yang..." Zhou Mingxuan sat down generously, "Judging by the speed of this ship, we'll be leaving the province and arriving at Beifu City of Jiangbei Province tomorrow."

"The ship needs to dock to replenish fresh water, fruits, and vegetables, and will stay overnight before leaving. Shall we go for a stroll in the city together?"

Yang Silang thought that staying on the ship for half a month would be too boring, so he immediately agreed.

The two chatted for a while, discussing martial arts, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

As they were talking, the boat suddenly stopped, and a commotion arose outside.

The two exchanged a glance, then hurriedly got up and walked out of the cabin. It was better to watch the excitement and slay any evil spirits they encountered than to stay inside the cabin.

The ship's gunwale was packed with people.

Xiaoqi and Wang Daniu stood side by side, craning their necks to look down.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations rose and fell from the crowd.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mingxuan leaned over and asked.

Upon seeing that it was their young master, Xiao Qi hurriedly stepped aside.

"Young master, look, so many corpses..."

Suddenly, a touch of scarlet appeared in the clear river water, followed by large swathes of bright red water flowing downstream.

There's a bend ahead.

Everyone looked up.

One corpse emerged, followed by three or five, then seven or eight, and then dozens of corpses clustered together, cascading down in a mighty torrent.

And this was just the beginning; more and more corpses would appear afterward.

Corpses began to thud against the ship's hull ahead, making eerie, thumping sounds, like vengeful spirits knocking on a door.

Many of these corpses had remnants of armor plates on their bodies and were still wearing helmets. Upon closer inspection, Yang Silang recognized them as the eight-plate helmets of the Shun Kingdom, undoubtedly belonging to government soldiers.

Many of the corpses were clearly ordinary civilians, including the elderly, women, children, and young men, dressed in a variety of ways, some in thin clothes, others in fine silks and satins, with marks of spears, knives, and axes on their bodies.

There were also many young women or women, disheveled or half-naked, with puncture wounds in their chests on their pale skin, or who had been beheaded.

In short, Ren Shui felt a chill run down his spine at first glance.

It seemed as if countless corpse boats had suddenly appeared on the river, drifting downstream from both sides of the wooden boat.

The people on the ship were terrified.

Many crew members chanted prayers and looked panicked.

The captain even ordered the crew to bring out the offerings prepared for the water monsters below and use them to sacrifice to the corpses underwater.

"Coming from the dust, returning to the dust, eat and drink well, travel in peace. We have no grudges from the past, no enemies in the present. Let us not linger, travel in peace..."

The boatman skillfully scattered handfuls of paper money, and his prayers were very down-to-earth.

Zhou Mingxuan leaned closer, his brows furrowed.

"The body is bloated; it has been soaking for a long time."

"I wonder which prefecture ahead is in trouble."

"It is said that there is a large rebel army in Jiangbei Province, whose leader is called Sweeping King. He was originally a border guard, but due to unpaid wages, he and his fellow villagers joined the bandits. Over the years, his army has grown strong and powerful, and it is said that he has powerful families supporting him."

"Could it be that the Sweeping King's army has conquered a city?"

"They killed too many people."

Yang Silang remained silent. The change of dynasties and the resulting leaderlessness led to a bloody struggle for control of the Central Plains.

The presence of high-level martial artists and cultivators in this world further intensified the brutal fighting.

Fortunately, after a short while, the entire horde of corpses finally swam away with the river.

The heavy thoughts in everyone eased a little, but later at dinner, no one had any appetite and just ate a quick bite.

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It was getting dark.

As is customary, ships should find a suitable place ahead to anchor and dock.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept across the river. Strangely, the wind was icy cold, causing everyone on the deck to sneeze and shiver. A thin layer of ice even formed on the side of the boat.

Accompanying the cold wind was a wisp of fog.

The fog came strangely; thick clumps of fog seemed to descend from nowhere onto the river surface, and even the best-looking sailors could only see a few feet ahead.

Yang Silang, Zhou Mingxuan, and Wang Daniu, who were originally in the cabin, rushed out when they heard the commotion outside.

The boat captain was sweating profusely as he maneuvered the boat.

With the fog so thick that the river surface is obscured, a moment's carelessness could lead to a collision with underwater rocks or being swept into a whirlpool, rendering the boat unusable and potentially resulting in loss of life and the destruction of the vessel.

It should be noted that there are several famous reefs and dangerous currents in this river, and coincidentally, they were in one of those dangerous shoals.

"What should we do?"

The boat captain was almost in tears.

Upon seeing this, Wang Daniu quickly went down from the cabin and a moment later led Daqing onto the deck. He then put a full set of saddle and bit on Daqing and placed the riding bag on the deck.

Yang Silang closed his eyes and observed with his spiritual sense. He found that although the boat seemed to be moving in a straight line, the thick fog affected people's senses. It kept swaying left and right on the river, and after traveling for a long time, it had not gone very far.

Moreover, as the thick fog enveloped the ship, it seemed to be guided in a certain direction, which was the deepest part of the chill and the source of all the strangeness.

dong dong dong...

The boat crew encountered something in the middle of the river. The captain and everyone else hurriedly peered down, and their faces paled.

All that could be seen floating on the river were large pieces of broken deck and oars, as well as many sails and masts lying across the water, and many fragments of cargo packages, but no human corpses were seen.

"broken!"

The captain, being the most experienced, knew that there must be a reef in the middle of the river ahead.

The shipwreck in front of us must have been hit by the dense fog.

He hurriedly ordered the ship to stop and tried to sink the anchor, but suddenly a cold wind blew from all directions, propelling the ship into the unknown depths.

"Look..."

At this moment, another crew member cried out in alarm.

A wall of corpses had appeared on the river surface at some unknown time.

There may be thousands of these corpses, piled up one on top of another, stretching across the river like an iron chain blocking the water. It is unknown why they do not sink when they encounter water and remain fixed in this place.

Upon closer inspection, the wall of corpses twisted gently in the wind, almost as if it were transparent.

"It's an evil spirit!"

The boat captain cried out in despair.

If you encounter a water demon guarding your home on the river, it's usually fine. You can pass safely by offering sacrifices. But if you encounter a water demon that doesn't follow the rules, it's common for it to brutally eat several people and capsize the boat. But at least some lucky ones can escape as fish that slip through the net.

But encountering evil spirits usually only leads to one outcome: the ship remains, but everyone dies.

Evil spirits do not crave offerings, nor do they actually eat people. They are only obsessed with killing. They are usually born from the resentment of a living being who died tragically.

Water demons are still flesh and blood at least. If they dare to fight with knives and spears, the other party will bleed and get injured. Evil spirits are not afraid of knives and spears at all, but only fear masculine energy or Taoist cultivation methods.

The boatman knew that he had taken several candidates on board who were going to the capital for the imperial examinations.

Most of the candidates are skilled in martial arts, and they are confident that they can pass the imperial examination for martial arts. However, they are afraid that a grandmaster will have to come to their rescue to deal with this evil spirit.

Everyone on the ship was terrified, and many of the more timid ones were already crying out.

This wall of corpses before us is probably where everyone will perish.

"Brother Yang..." Zhou Mingxuan was sweating profusely, but also quite a sight to behold. "Xiao Qi is skilled at boat handling."

"There are small boats on this ship, let's take one..."

Wang Daniu leaned over.

"It's even harder for a small boat to escape..."

Zhou Mingxuan turned his head and spoke righteously and sternly.

"With such thick fog, where can you escape to? No matter which direction you go, you'll eventually be led to this wall of corpses."

"Brother Yang, Xiao Qi and Da Niu will be in charge of navigating the boat and taking us there. You and I are both at the Steel-Dirty Realm, with abundant blood and qi. Let's see if we can break through this wall of corpses."

He turned around, mounted Daqing, and kicked the donkey's belly with both feet.

"Come on, I'll take you out for some fresh air tonight."

With a cry of excitement, the big blue eagle leaped into the river.

It pawed like a dog, and quite fast, charging straight toward the wall of corpses.

The people on the boat were stunned, and Zhou Mingxuan was heartbroken.

"Brother Yang, you can't handle this alone..."

Wang Daniu suddenly spoke up from the side.

"And a donkey..."

Zhou Mingxuan rolled his eyes dramatically and called Xiao Qi to untie the small boat on the ship, intending to lend Yang Silang a hand.

Only after the two men untied the small boat and looked up did they find themselves shrouded in thick fog, so dark that they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces, and they had no idea where Yang Silang and his donkey were.

Even Zhou Mingxuan turned ashen-faced.

"It's too late. I'm the only son in my family. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have rejected so many women. At least I could have left an heir for the Zhou family."

He was muttering to himself.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the front of the ship, as if a bolt of lightning had struck from the sky.

The sound was so loud, like thunder exploding directly on the ship, that everyone was knocked to the ground. Even Zhou Mingxuan, who tried to stand firm on his feet, found that the roar seemed to resonate throughout his body, causing his true energy to dissipate and his blood to surge.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground helplessly. His attempt to stand and struggle backfired, and he landed face-first.

Despite his nose bleeding profusely, Zhou Mingxuan still kept his eyes glued to the front.

A wave of heat swept over us, and a surge of intense energy rose up, making it seem as if a blood-red sun was rising over the river, instantly dispelling all the mist.