Chapter 901 — Strangers in the Cell
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Ha, old rivals!
" At the source of the Yong River, a host of ghosts—handsome men and beautiful women—drifted along, leading tens of thousands of Wasteland folk to the riverbank, just as another group of men and women arrived with their own migrating people. Among these handsome and beautiful ghosts were a few old men and women. Catching sight of the youths across the way—tall and short, fat and thin, fair and ugly—the ghosts could not help but beam with delight, and they all began to tease: "You dead old ghosts of the Hall of Human Sovereigns, look at you now, strutting out in human form!
" Those strangely featured youths were none other than the successive Human Sovereigns of the Hall of Human Sovereigns—Qikang, Yishan, the Second Ancestor, the Third Ancestor, and the rest. When "Heavenly Venerable Yu" and the gods of the Heavenly Court descended, they had gone deep into the Wasteland to find its people and send them from the Yong River to Jingping. They had come here and happened upon the ghosts of the Dark Demon Cult Masters of past generations, who were likewise escorting Wasteland folk to Jingping for refuge. Yishan, short and stout, planted his hands on his hips and sneered: "We're dead old ghosts?
We're alive and well right now—it's you Dark Demon Cult people who are the dead old ghosts! Not one of you even has a physical body. What are you doing out here wandering about? Hand these people over to us and hurry back to Fengdu to save your skins!
" Qikang sneered: "No physical bodies—careful you don't die without even knowing how you died! " "Bah, bah!
Children's words carry no ill omen—great fortune, great prosperity! " The Dark Demon Cult Masters laughed: "You hotheaded greenhorns of the Hall of Human Sovereigns, we dead folk are magnanimous and won't stoop to your level. The sour stench of you living people makes us want to vomit. " The Hall of Human Sovereigns and the Dark Demon Cult spat at each other in mutual contempt, one gob of phlegm after another, spraying back and forth.
They had been the overlords of Fengdu to begin with, forever fighting one another, and in life they had likewise found each other unbearable.
Only when a Human Sovereign produced the Human Sovereign Seal would the Dark Demon Cult Masters settle down.
And when the Human Sovereign Seal was not produced, they would still brawl and bicker. The young Ancestor Master said hastily: "We're all doing this for the Wasteland folk. Quarrel a little less.
The Yuan Realm is full of war right now—escorting these mortals is what matters.
" The Fifth Ancestor sneered: "Wen Yuan, you're all dead ghosts. What ability do you have to transport so many people? " The ghosts of the Dark Demon Cult Masters laughed in unison and each performed a technique, saying with one voice: "We have the Five Ghosts Transportation Art, teleportation formations, and the Earth Travel Art, the Water Escape Art, the Mountain Moving Art.
With the Cult Masters of past generations joining hands, never mind tens of thousands—we could move hundreds of thousands, even millions!
You people of the Hall of Human Sovereigns are dumb, big, crude, and dark, and the Hall's cultivation methods are just as dumb, big, crude, and dark. What skill could you possibly have?
" The many Human Sovereigns all laughed and each displayed their divine powers. Some took out a leaf, breathed on it, and transformed it into a green boat hundreds of zhang long; some shook their bodies and turned into long dragons; some conjured clouds beneath their feet and had the people stand upon them.