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Chapter 254 Forced Conscription

Yang Silang went out of the cabin.

When he returned, he had a black cloth band around his head. He said he had a headache and told the others not to worry about him when they went out for dinner, and that he just needed to rest for a while.

While it's true that grandmasters rarely get sick, that's not always the case.

No one else suspected anything, and they left when it was time to eat.

Yang Silang winked at Wang Daniu, who understood and stood guard at the cabin door.

With a bang, demonic energy flashed forth.

She Nu appeared and bowed to Yang Silang.

"master……"

"Hurry up and get started..." Yang Silang waved his hand, "Time is of the essence."

She Nu hurriedly pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars, and the two of them worked together in front of the mirror. Yang Silang had also learned the art of disguise.

It only took a short while.

Yang Silang's face darkened, losing its radiance, becoming sallow, and a few more bumps appeared.

He pulled the black cloth down again, and he became one-eyed once more.

Judging from his appearance alone, some people would believe he is thirty years old.

Yang Silang looked in the mirror and was very satisfied. He looked so good that even if he stood in front of Chai Qing, Chai Qing might not remember him.

Although the two only met once on the mountain.

Yang Silang was worried that if Chai Qing had an amazing memory and could remember everything he saw, what would he do?

He had met Chai Qing at least three times, and he still hadn't forgotten what the old general looked like.

"Fourth Brother, what are you doing?" Wang Daniu asked, puzzled.

Yang Silang whispered some instructions to him.

"We don't have much contact with others, so don't reveal your Gongzhou accent or origin. Try to use Mandarin as much as possible."

"If anyone asks, just say we're from Yidu Prefecture."

The two had stayed in Yidu Prefecture for more than two years, so changing their accent to Yidu was not a problem.

Wang Daniu was taken aback and even more confused.

"Do you think I just saw someone?" Yang Silang said softly, "I saw Chai Qing..."

Wang Daniu stood up abruptly, his hand already on the hilt of his knife. Seeing Yang Silang sitting steadily, he smiled sheepishly and removed his hand from the knife.

"Don't worry, Fourth Brother, I understand what you mean."

"I'm sure I won't give myself away in front of him."

When Li Hui and Wu Tiechuan returned after their meal, they were shocked to see Yang Silang's appearance.

"Brother Yang, why do you look like this?"

Yang Silang waved his hand and smiled bitterly.

"It's nothing, you know I practice Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts)."

"A few days ago, I had some problems with my internal energy circulation along the Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian and Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, which damaged my liver and lung qi."

"We've only been barely managing to stay afloat."

"It just happened to flare up today; it will get better after some rest."

All of them were grandmasters and had been to the Martial Arts Tower. Although they did not practice the Taizu Long Fist, they had a general understanding of its true qi running through the twelve meridians and belonging to the five elements.

This technique is slow to learn, and the meridians can be damaged if one is not careful.

The two men advised Yang Silang not to be impatient and to focus on recovering from his injuries.

In the other cabin.

A porter and a guard from the Qi family had just landed on the bed.

The hatch opened.

Feng San popped his head out, forced a smile and greeted them, introducing himself as a treasure hunter who traveled all over the country, going wherever there was treasure.

The three of them had just exchanged a few words.

Chai Qing walked in, and they exchanged names. He introduced himself as Li Qing and claimed to be a martial arts instructor.

So the four of them slept together in one cabin.

The boats sailed leisurely.

Fortunately, although the Xiaoni River is shallow and cannot accommodate large boats, it is not narrow and there are no hidden reefs below. This section of the river is calm and the night is bright.

So the boatman maneuvered the boat through the night.

At night.

Yang Silang opened his eyes first.

He silently thought to himself...

A formless and colorless divine soul flew out; it was none other than Shu Miaosheng.

During the day, Wang Daniu had already received his instructions and went to check and ask.

The wealthy man carrying the large snuff bottle was surnamed Yuan. Instead of boarding a boat with them, he boarded another boat and joined several镖头 (bodyguards/escorts).

Shu Miaosheng didn't just stay in the Niwan Palace doing nothing.

Yang Silang had taught him the method of concealing one's breath.

This is a demonic cultivation technique from Mo Xinlian's memory, specifically designed to conceal one's aura.

As for the results...

Mo Xinlian was able to sneak into the tomb right under the nose of a Martial Saint, using a magical artifact, and even managed to deceive a True Immortal as well.

Even with the advantage of magical treasures, it is enough to show how profound his demonic art of concealing his aura is.

Therefore, neither Li Hui nor Wu Tiechuan, who were in the same cabin, noticed that a wandering soul had flown out of the cabin.

Instead, the two unconscious snakes on the bamboo pole slapped their tails, seemingly responding.

Now, let's talk about the life of the Shu Temple.

He flew out of the cabin in the night, riding the wind, and crossed two large ships from the boat beneath his feet to reach the last ship.

Only a body with a spirit can do this effortlessly.

Inside a cabin on the ship.

Yin Ciyou suddenly opened her eyes.

There was a banner under his bed with the words "Iron Mouth Calculation" written on it.

Anyway, members of the White Lotus Holy Sect always have a disguise wherever they go. He pretended to be a fortune teller, and he was quite accurate, getting five or six out of ten predictions right.

There's a little bug...

"Forget it, these are just lowly wandering spirits, not worth my time."

"But who exactly has the bait?"

Shu Miaosheng landed safely in Yuan Yuanwai's cabin. The old man was quite something; even while sleeping, he still held onto his snuff bottle tightly.

He tried several times, but couldn't pry the old man's hands open at all.

Shu Miaosheng hesitated, for he had to complete the task assigned by his master.

It looked at Yuan Yuanwai's armpits and tried to scratch them a couple of times, but the old man found it itchy and simply rolled over, pressing his arms tightly together.

Shu Miaosheng had no choice but to turn around and see the old man's bare feet. His eyes lit up...

Fifteen minutes later.

Yang Silang lay on the bed, seemingly fast asleep.

He raised an eyebrow, and a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

Yang Silang looked down and saw that the bottle was almost as long as a woman's palm, with a large, round belly, too big and too conspicuous.

Its surface resembles white porcelain, but upon closer inspection, one discovers that it is covered with hidden runes. It seems that without the owner's permission, it would be difficult to even open it.

Yang Silang's eyes narrowed.

This is a huge bombshell.

Even this bottle is a magical artifact.

Perhaps its true owner will be able to find it by following the magical artifact's sensory connection.

However, if you can sense this object through the grid, then Yang Silang will have nothing to say.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the large thunderbolt into the grid.

Just stay put. This item will not be taken out until we return to Yidu Prefecture.

In this way, they no longer had to live in fear of Emperor Jinghe chasing after them, and Li Hui's two snake pets no longer had to hurt themselves or go crazy all the time.

In the adjacent cabin.

Feng San lay there pretending to sleep, pondering in his heart,

This was the only ship with available seats, and it was a great difficulty to snag one. I'll stay here for now and go find Master Yuan tomorrow to retrieve the precious materials.

Then disembark at the next ferry crossing, return to report, and perhaps you'll be able to catch the "return" battle for promotion. If you can earn some merit, you'll have a chance to be promoted.

On another ship.

The captain was sleeping in his cabin.

There was a loud knocking on the hatch.

The boatman eagerly opened the door, and sure enough, a beautiful young woman and her maid stood outside. It was Su Su. At night, the woman lowered her head and blushed, looking exceptionally alluring.

"My darling..."

He couldn't wait any longer and pulled the woman in. Without even saying a word, he began to kiss her heavily, his hands and body all over her body.

"Be gentle..." Su Su said, her tone a mix of reproach and delight.

The two lay down on the bed, and soon a creaking sound could be heard.

The boat captain felt he had gotten a great deal.

Two women wanted to board the ship today, but he refused because the cabins were full. Unexpectedly, the alluring maid hinted that if he let the two women board, she would spend the night with him.

He tried to get the two women onto the ship. The young lady was precious, so he arranged for her to stay in Qi Shu's cabin, where there was still room for an empty bed.

As for Su Su, she was naturally arranged to stay in her own cabin. It would take two nights and three days to get to the Zhuolang River, so one night's sleep would not be enough.

The next morning, the sun shone down.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the last boat.

Yang Silang opened his eyes and listened to the sound, then closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep.

Wang Daniu, Li Hui, Wu Tiechuan, and the others went to the side of the ship and looked back.

The boatman sent a small boat to the back to ask what was wrong.

A moment later, a sailor brought the message.

It is said that a wealthy man surnamed Yuan started making a fuss, saying that he had lost his ancestral snuff bottle. He was shouting and searching the entire ship to find the snuff bottle, and he was so anxious that he cried.

But his cabin was occupied by his guards, and the cabin door was locked. Who could go in and steal his things?

After investigating for a long time, they found fine teeth marks on his feet, like those from a rat.

So Yuan Yuan insisted that it was stolen by rats on the boat. The boatman sneered and retorted, "Who knows if you brought the rats on board?"

I've traveled all over the country; don't even think about extorting me.

Yuan, the wealthy man, was a decisive man. He took out a thousand taels of silver and offered a reward just to find the snuff bottle.

So the entire crew and even some of the passengers mobilized and searched the ship thoroughly, but there was no sign of the snuff bottle.

They did manage to drive out quite a few rats and kill them.

As for Master Yuan, he had already collapsed on the deck, his face pale and his trousers soaked.

Everyone told this story as an amusing anecdote.

Feng San's expression changed. He took out some silver and boarded the last boat to help with the search.

After struggling to find the answer, he refused to give up and brought his "big dog" to sniff around.

The wolf demon sniffed for a long time and replied through telepathic communication, confirming that it was indeed bitten by a rat.

This rat smells quite nice, with a sandalwood scent, but I couldn't detect any demonic aura. It must have been an accident; it's just an ordinary rat.

Feng San is going crazy.

If it's an accident, who knows where the mouse got the bottle? What if it carried it out and fell into the water during a bumpy ride?

He was dumbfounded. Without the Zombie Spirit Essence, how could he go back to report?

Helpless, he used his flying sword to send a message back to report the matter.

When evening came...

A carrier pigeon boarded the ship, and Chief Constable Xu Huaihua gave the order.

"Master Yuan and his entourage, kill them without mercy..."

"Don't concern yourself with other matters. Search all four ships, and you'll find the fate of that zombie spirit marrow."

Feng San's face turned completely bitter. It seemed that he had definitely missed the battle to return to the top. The key was that the bottle had fallen into some bay, and what would he do if he couldn't find it?

Two more days passed.

A dock appeared ahead, and the waters of the Xiaoni River flowed into a large river.

The name "Xiaonihe" (Little Mud River) itself suggests that the river water is murky; in fact, the Zhuolang River is almost entirely half sand and half water.

The members of the escort agency disembarked from the four ships.

With a few people missing, Yuan and his entourage suffered from severe abdominal pain after disembarking, and were unable to walk. They had to hire a carriage to go to the county town to see a doctor.

A few more people joined.

An old instructor, an old fortune teller, a young lady with her alluring maid, and a burly man with a dog.

Thus, the number of team members remained almost unchanged.

Guo Laogan sent someone to inquire about the news.

I heard that on the ground in Jiangbei Province...

Governor-General Chen of the Five Provinces drove the rebel army into a series of defeats, and most of the waterways were now under the control of the government.

The caravan originally planned to travel west, then south and east, bypassing the Jiangbei province.

Now that he heard that the waterway was passable, Guo Laogan immediately decided to board a large boat on the Zhuolang River and head south to save time.

The boats on the river were large, so all the hundred or so members of the escort team boarded the same boat.

Two peaceful days passed in Jiangbei Province.

This day.

Suddenly, an iron chain stretched across the river ahead, and a bunch of boats were moored on the shore. Many soldiers drove the people off the boats, detained them in one place, and gave them some tattered knives, guns, and uniforms.

Several thousand people had gathered on the shore, and those who had been stopped early had resigned themselves to sitting cross-legged on the ground, forming a dark, dense crowd.

Those newly abducted ashore cried their hearts out, only to be dragged out by the soldiers and slashed without hesitation, their blood splattering out in a chilling display.

Upon seeing this, Chai Qing cried out in alarm.

"The government must have suffered another defeat."

"They're going to conscript men for the front lines."

"Rewind quickly..."

With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the exciting world of Chapter 253, "Forced Conscription."