Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme Chapter 316: 210: Demon Realm_2

Chapter 316: Chapter 210: Demon Realm_2

Shen Hongyu gritted her teeth and shouted an order to the people, “Pass the order down, retreat the same way, quickly!”

“Yes!”

Very soon, the large ship began to move, retreating in panic toward the center of the lake.

It was at the same time the ship moved…

Within the dark fog, a silhouette slowly emerged and floated.

Looking intently, as the silhouette became clear, it was a solitary boat.

Atop the lone boat was a person, sitting alone at the bow.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

The person seemed to be a monk from the Brahma Sect, his head shining cleanly with all troubles gone, his face, however, could not be seen.

A snow-white monk’s robe was spotted with bright red bloodstains, scattered about, a large area stained.

He, however, seemed unconcerned, sitting alone at the boat’s bow, incessantly striking an object, creating a crisp and enduring sound of a wooden fish.

Moreover, there was the sound of chanting, as the Brahma Sound emerged…

“The body is the Bodhi Tree, the mind like a bright mirror’s stand.”

“Always strive to wipe it clean, let no dust alight upon it.”

“Hahaha…”

“Amitabha, well well!”

“Wuh wuh wuh…”

“Bodhi originally has no tree, the mirror also is not a stand.”

“Originally there is not a single thing, where can dust alight?”

“Originally there is not a single thing, where can dust alight?”

Amidst the Brahma Sound and the chanting, more cries of grief surged forth, following the knocks of the wooden fish, as the dark fog thickened ominously, invading their space.

At the same time, in the heart of Wuzhe Lake.

“Sir, this weather, going into the water, is going to take people’s lives!”

“Master, please have mercy, have pity on us, my whole family of seven relies on my fishing for a living, we truly can’t catch these fish for you.”

“Miss Li, Miss Li, please have mercy, give us a way to live!”

“Stop hitting, stop hitting, we’ll go into the water, is that not enough?”

“Father…”

Hundreds of black-awning boats were driven here, with thousands of fishermen gathered at the heart of Wuzhe Lake, being coerced by various powers to catch the Spirit Fish.

With snow falling in the south, it was bitterly cold, the waters of Wuzhe chilling to the bone, countless fishermen unable to resurface after entering the water.

Even so, everyone was still unwilling to relent, still craving to partake in the final feast of the Spirit Fish.

Aboard the large ship, amidst the surrounding noise, Li Suhong’s expression was indifferent, she did not attend to any of it.

Taoist Zhu Yang, at her side, glanced over at her and then just laughed, drinking as if toasting to the revelry.

Suddenly…

“What is this thing!”

“Why are you pulling up a dead fish?”

“Why is this whole net full of dead fish?”

“This fish…”

Upon a black-awning boat, a fisherman struggled to pull up the large net, his face full of surprise at the sight of the dead fish covered in red spots, motionless.

Immediately after, he felt an itch on the back of his neck, instinctively reaching up to scratch.

Upon scratching, his fingertips encountered a delicate texture—familiar yet strange, with a slight pain.

Glancing down, he saw in his hand, bloodstained fish scales.

“What is this…”

“Brother, what’s wrong with you?”

“This…”

Shortly after, shouts of alarm rose in succession.

“Hmm!?”

Aboard the large ship, powers of all sides also sensed that something was amiss.

Taoist Zhu Yang, looking surprised, turned and saw, in the distance, a surge of fog waves, a grand dark tide looming.

“This…”

“Not good!”

“It’s a demon!”

“How could this be?”

Seeing the unexpected event, all were taken aback in shock.

His pupils constricting, Taoist Zhu Yang, without a second thought, immediately conjured an Escape Light, shooting towards the distant horizon.

Li Suhong, too, was startled and stood up, gazing at the tumultuous dark fog rolling in from afar, lost in shock, and at a loss for what to do.

A moment later, an Escape Light returned, descending onto the large ship.

With Taoist Zhu Yang’s figure reappearing, his complexion was ashen, a mix of shock and anger.

“How could this be!”

“Damn it!!”

“Master, this…”

“Immortal Master…”

“Enough, say no more!”

Zhu Yang thundered, interrupting everyone, “Set sail immediately, head for the pier!”

“Yes…”

“Ah!”

“Monsters, monsters!”

“Help, help!”

“Hurry, let’s go!”

Amidst their words, below was total chaos.

Several fishermen began to grow fish scales on their bodies, with red spots that would bleed and fall off with a light touch, a horrific and shocking sight.

In terror, they turned to those nearby for help, but those around dared not intervene, even the Martial Artists from various powers were visibly alarmed, hastily keeping their distance.

Fear spread like a plague, as the black-awning boats collided mindlessly like headless flies, and the ironclad ships also set off hastily, ignoring the screams of the fishermen, knocking over and crushing the little black-awning boats in their desperate escape.

That night, the moon was hidden and the stars were absent, all was darkness.

A small black-awning boat, hastily sailed out from Wuzhe Lake, arriving at the Fish Market Pier.

By then, the pier had no guards, over a hundred black-awning boats were chaotically docked, the usual guards who oversaw the bets nowhere to be found, the ground laden with various objects and bloodstains, as well as corpses, silently recounting the previous turmoil.

But Qing had no time for these worries; she clumsily stripped off her straw raincoat and emerged from the cabin, carrying a slender figure on her back. With a splash, she jumped into the water, swimming with all her might to the shore before running towards the fish market.

“Hang in there, hang in there, sister will take you to Doctor Mo, he must have a way to cure this strange disease, just hang in there!”

In desperate need of medical help, the frantic Qing carried her brother on her back to the fish market, without considering the current situation.

Inside the fish market was even more disheveled, with blood everywhere, signs of squabbles, fights, and scuffles.

Many shops had been ravaged, the familiar faces of yesterday gone without a trace, each shopfront smashed open, with scattered coins, grains, garments, and various household items all over the ground.