Chapter 886 — Dragon's Roar in the Azure Sea, Accompanied by Song
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
Shen Mu, his face wreathed in smiles, pushed the old man's hand back inside the gate and shut the door of the Gate of Bearing Heaven. "Heaven Venerable Yu is doing very well," he said. "I left him at the Jade Capital Academy, and right now he cultivates alongside thirty-five Human Emperors, the First Ancestor Human Emperor among them. He is quite formidable these days.
Once I step down from the seat of Human Emperor, he will be the thirty-eighth generation Human Emperor. .
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" The old underworld courier had no intention of leaving. Shen Mu forced the door shut and at last closed the Gate of Bearing Heaven; then, at a thought, the gate dissolved.
"Young Master, the seawater has turned black," Yan'er said, looking down into the water.
Shen Mu lowered his head. The sea had indeed gone dark and heavy, and in that black water a paper boat floated beneath the surface, where the old underworld courier, hurricane lantern in hand, shone its light up at him with a resentful air.
At the sight beneath the waves, Long Qilin shuddered and hastily sprang into the air. Shen Mu said helplessly, "Heaven Venerable You, go and take a look at the Jade Capital Academy, and you will know whether my words are true or false.
Why must you dog my steps?
" The old courier beneath the water faded away little by little, and his voice drifted up, faint and eerie: "I will make one trip to the Jade Capital Academy.
If I find that matters are not as you say, I will come and have a proper talk with you! " Only then did the darkness beneath Shen Mu's feet disperse.
Not long after, another old underworld courier arrived at the Jade Capital Academy.
The realm of the dead and the realm of the living are not the same; unwilling to meddle in the world of the living, the old courier did not show himself, but hid in the gloom and watched.
And then he saw the Human Emperors of the Hall of Human Emperors drilling a plump little boy.
The smile on the old courier's face stiffened, and he thought, 'This chubby little fellow surely cannot be Heaven Venerable Yu. .
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' "Lan Yutian, let us trade a few blows!
" The burly Human Emperor Qi Kang sealed his own divine treasury, and then began to pummel the little fat boy; when Qi Kang was done, Yi Shan took his turn, and when Yi Shan was done, Lan Po took his.
The old courier's face went entirely black, and he felt a sudden urge to annihilate the world.
Fortunately, though the little fat boy was beaten soundly, the Human Emperors measured their blows, and his life was never in danger.
The Human Emperors circled around Heaven Venerable Yu, who had been beaten into utter submission, saying that this move was bad and that move wrong. "The tradition of our Hall of Human Emperors is this: no beating, no tempering; no thrashing, no talent.
" "We have another tradition in the Hall of Human Emperors: once you have mastered what you came to learn, you must thrash your teacher!
" "Do not imitate us! We never learned a thing from our masters; we all created our own arts and our own divine powers!
If you do not create your own arts and your own divine powers, how will you ever defeat that wretched young pup named Shen? " Hearing this, the old courier was reassured; the Human Emperors' manner of instruction irked him somewhat, but their goal was excellent. Shen Mu, Yan'er, and Long Qilin pressed on in the direction the old courier had pointed out.
After more than ten days of travel they still had not found the Kingdom of Longbo; upon the sea there was nothing but waves and flying fish, and venturing into that ocean was like stepping into a desert, enough to drive a person mad. Long Qilin was about to drift along the surface again, and Shen Mu no longer had the strength to beat him; he took Long Qilin by the tail and walked upon the sea, dragging that enormous creature along on the road.