Chapter 425: Ferry (1/2)
Chapter 425: Ferry
Li Qiye became even more certain after hearing Peng Zhuang’s description. It was just as he had predicted. Now, he was completely a.s.sured; as long as he opened the Prime Ominous Grave, he would be able to find the lost mythical island.
Another disciple shook his head and said: “Haha, Brother Li, don’t listen to Peng Zhuang’s lies. At that time, the dark sky didn’t have anything else, let alone celestials. Everyone saw a pitch black sky. Elder Zhi and the other elders said that they couldn’t see through the sky even with their Heavenly Gazes, so how could there be any stars or a moon?”
“I speak the truth!” Peng Zhuang couldn’t help but loudly protest.
Li Qiye said with a smile: “I believe Peng Zhuang. Nothing is impossible in this world that is full of wonders and mysterious occurrences. It is not that strange for Peng Zhuang to see something different.”
Peng Zhuang found solace and said: “Right? Brother Li trusts me, unlike little children like you guys.”
The other five disciples burst out in laughter. The girl in the group said: “Brother Li just doesn’t want to embarra.s.s you. Do you really think he is being serious?”
They were in the same tribe and grew up together so their relations.h.i.+ps were quite good and they didn’t mind teasing each other.
“Are all of you purposely banding together against me?” Peng Zhuang glared with his bullish eyes and asked: “Is your skin itchy? Want a beating or something?”
Another disciple laughed and lightly said: “Pfft, you alone want to fight against the five of us? Do you have what it takes?”
Peng Zhuang put on a fierce look and laughed: “What is the big deal about one versus five? Today, I’m gonna show you your uncle’s amazingness!”
Li Qiye smirked while looking at the six of them bickering with each other. Having friends to grow up together with was a happy thing.
But suddenly, a sarcastic voice appeared: “Oh, if it isn’t the group of country b.u.mpkins from the Snow-shadow Tribe? You guys dared to come here?”
A group with both males and females that numbered more than ten came by. They exuded a cold air and had dark clouds over their heads.
The expressions of Peng Zhuang’s group dimmed after seeing this group: “Hmph! So it is a bunch of kids from the Black Cloud Tribe. Don’t tell me Nightsea belongs to you!”
The atmosphere immediately became quite tense.
This group of young men came from the Black Cloud Tribe, a tribe right next to the Snow-shadow Tribe; however, their relations.h.i.+p was quite bad. The Black Cloud Tribe was a bit stronger than the Snow-shadow Tribe so every conflict resulted in minor losses for the Snow-shadow Tribe. This forced the Snow-shadow disciples to harbor repressed anger in their minds.
The leading young man was the young lord of the Black Cloud Tribe. He led his group forward and looked at Peng Zhuang’s group with disdain.
The Black Cloud Young Lord arrogantly said: “Nightsea does not belong to our tribe, but with your shoddy skills, you guys still dared to come to Necropolis? Haha, heed my kind advice, be good little children and go back to your den. Otherwise, you will die without a burial at Necropolis.”
“This is none of your business.” Peng Zhuang sneered and said: “We can go wherever we want. Haha, watch your own backs.”
Both groups were laughing and making provocative gestures. Meanwhile, the young lord looked at the six disciples and then Li Qiye, then he shook his head to say: “Peng Zhuang, we have more people. If we fight you guys now, people will make fun of us for bullying with numbers.”
“Sixteen or seventeen people aren’t that many.” Peng Zhuang snappily countered: “We seven can still fight you guys, one versus three isn’t an issue for us!”
“Seven?” A Black Cloud disciple looked at Li Qiye and laughed. He then pointed at Li Qiye and said: “Are you counting this human brat? Peng Zhuang, your Snow-shadow Tribe is becoming more and more unsightly. Mixing together with the weak human race... Truly causing our ghost race to lose face.”
“So what if he is human!” A Snow-shadow disciple angrily quipped: “If you think you are so amazing as a ghost, then go challenge the Distant Cloud’s Thousand Carp River or Simple Mountain Immortal Kingdom.”
“Haha, you don’t like my words?” The Black Cloud Young Lord smirked and said: “You immediately defended this human brat so fast... Could it be that your Snow-shadow Tribe can’t handle living in the Nether Border and want to go to the Distant Cloud to join the human race?”
Li Qiye only smiled in the face of their provocation; he was too lazy to bicker with a bunch of juniors.
Peng Zhuang was a frank and outspoken fella, so he stated: “Bah, Little Black Ghost, come out here and fight me solo if you have the ability!”
The Black Cloud and Snow-shadow Tribes had been enemies for generations, so now with the young lord’s provocation, Peng Zhuang became very furious and wished to fight him.
With an oppressive aura, the Black Cloud Young Lord walked forward and sneered: “Haha, Peng Zhuang, you think I am afraid of you? We’ll fight then, I’m going to let you taste the ground in three moves!”