Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses
Chapter 51 - 50: Night River Inferno

Chapter 51: Chapter 50: Night River Inferno

Yuchi had no idea that he was inexplicably being watched by a powerful figure.

He traversed over many mountain ranges, just wanting to find his disciple.

As night fell, within the deep mountains, he paused his steps.

This time, he couldn’t stay out for long; the Wei Family couldn’t be without him for the moment.

There were still some matters regarding the chamber of commerce to deal with when he returned, yet he couldn’t even find a single town in a whole day of traveling.

The great mountains were like an endless sea; after scaling one, there was always another.

Connected together, majestic and grand.

But occasionally coming out to clear one’s mind was quite pleasant; apart from a few more mosquitoes, everything else was fine.

Yuchi sat on the treetop, gazing at the distant night.

The stars were splendid, and the large trees connected in silver under the moonlight, twisting along the mountain range, akin to the silver scales of a true dragon.

Summoning the moon of the day, reflecting my heart of ice and snow, flowing through the vast rivers.

The whale drinks without devouring the sea, but the Sword Qi sweeps across autumn.

What a fine poem.

The verses came from the heart, reaching the soul.

It is only when certain scenery is witnessed that one can evoke some resonance within the heart.

This place is truly wonderful.

There are lovely girls.

There are beautiful younger sisters.

The Wei Family is also nice, a harmonious family; these kinds of days are simply perfect.

Gazing afar, drinking the misty water of the green leaves, Yuchi was somewhat intoxicated.

Looking at his fifth daughter, Yuchi contemplated whether he might as well indulge himself at this moment?

Shouting towards the sky, that’s also a kind of grandeur!

So, whom was he thinking of?

Was it the charming Wei Yuan?

Or Changsun Mei?

Or perhaps Bai Rou could do too.

"Yuchi, you rogue," Yuchi cursed himself.

However, just as he was about to start, a series of red dots in the distance drew his attention.

He fixed his gaze.

In the distance, there seemed to be a river, and was there a ship on the river?

Were the ship lights really that bright?

Yuchi didn’t believe it.

Chewing on a leaf, Yuchi swiftly stood up.

"The river is on fire!"

Without hesitation, wiping his flying sword smeared with the muddy green leaves.

Yuchi’s body floated gracefully, crossing the leaves, crouching low, back bent.

Covering his head to avoid his handsome face being scratched by leaves, his posture might have been a bit awkward, but his speed was truly fast.

Half an hour later, he had already arrived at the riverbank.

It was an unknown river, with a large ship on it. The ship was on fire, and there were corpses visible all over the river surface.

Observing in secret, Yuchi could see three smaller boats nearby.

Were these river pirates?

Then.

"A step too late, their speed was too fast," Yuchi shook his head regretfully.

He had arrived too late.

The river surface was littered with corpses.

The battle was already over, and these river pirates were devoid of humanity, leaving no survivors.

There were about more than three hundred tourists on the large ship, and not a single one survived.

The robbers were hosting a grand celebration in the firelight, with many boxes placed on the deck, all filled with gold and silver.

There were more than thirty robbers.

They were wearing tattered clothes, holding rusty knives, with bloodstains on them.

Taking a closer look, Yuchi watched the scene on the river from more than ten feet away; among these people, three had Spirit Roots.

The best was a Second-Grade Spirit Root, and the worst was a First-Grade Spirit Root.

Yuchi didn’t know exactly how talented the other side was, but these Spirit Roots were inadequate; looking at the drunk state of the opponents.

He sighed.

His body rose from the ground, crossing the gap, calmly arriving on the large ship.

The firelight illuminated his indifferent face; he stood behind the crowd, not using a sword, just picking up a sickle, holding it in hand.

The group still didn’t know what was happening.

They were still recklessly boasting.

"Haha, we got quite a lot of money, eh."

"This heist was brilliant!"

"Tomorrow we can go into town and find some flower girls."

"Haha, together, yeah."

The general meaning was simple; they had successfully plundered the ship and were wealthy now.

Yuchi shook a man’s head, pulling his head off from his neck.

The head was thrown aside.

Then he began to handle them like mowing grass.

For someone in the Qi Cultivation Realm, dealing with these mortals was really easy.

"Who are you!"

"Ahhh!"

"Spare me, please, we’ll give you money!"

"Ahhh!"

"No, please!"

"I’ll fight you to death, ahhh!"

Yuchi covered his face with one hand, unwilling to say a single word to these people.

As soon as the screams and cries disappeared, in just a short moment, all the robbers were completely slaughtered.

The cause of death was also decapitation.

The sickle was dropped on the deck, and Yuchi glanced at the gold and silver, stained red with blood.

Enough.

He needed money, but not this kind; not money from the dead.

He cast the gold and silver into the river water, letting it be a burial offering.

"Is anyone still alive?"

Yuchi shouted across the river.

Apart from the warm wind blowing across the river, there was no response.

His heart felt suffocated.

Looking at the blood-stained river, he picked up the sickle again and fiercely hacked many times at the robbers’ corpses.

Then stepping on someone’s back, he pulled out his entire spine, releasing some of the grievances in his heart.

"A bunch of damn scoundrels."

Yuchi didn’t rush to leave, checking if there were any survivors on the river surface.

Balancing on the flying sword, Yuchi floated over the corpse-laden river.

The river was red; the distant pleasure boat had sunk, boiling bubbles emitted an unbearable stench.

The river surface resembled a lava pool, with burning bones floating inside.

Truth be told.

Yuchi’s heart was greatly impacted, initially just coming to find a disciple, something that felt very joyous.

Yet even in this deep forest, one could witness such a scene.

What could be done?

At least he avenged others.

"Rest in peace, everyone."

Yuchi said as he floated, "Of course, if any of you still possess Spirituality, tell me if anyone is still alive?"

The river’s flow wasn’t fast, and under the firelight, the corpses bobbed up and down.

And after Yuchi uttered these words, whether by coincidence or inevitability.

The corpses parted, making a path.

A route opened up in the water.

Yuchi then looked forward, spotting a small figure among the bodies washed ashore.

"Is it him?"

Yuchi slowly approached the riverbank and found a headless female corpse pressing down on someone.

The person appeared unconscious.

"My apologies." He moved the female corpse aside, and he saw a girl in the firelight.

The girl was no ordinary person.

She was clad in armor, with some visible embroidery on it; was she from a noble family?

Yuchi didn’t understand.

He checked her breath; it was almost extinguished, so Yuchi quickly took out an Elixir.

She couldn’t take the Elixir on her own, so Yuchi pinched her nose and blew it directly into her mouth.

Waiting for a while.

After checking again and ensuring her breathing gradually returned, he felt a bit reassured.

He exhaled a sigh of relief, then sat by her side.

Looking at the corpses scattered everywhere, he initially found it quite terrifying.

But realizing that these events had nothing to do with him ultimately, he felt a certain fearlessness standing on the righteous side of things.

Until the next day.

The corpses on the river either drifted ashore or vanished.

In the sky, flocks of birds fluttered, and many carnivorous birds had arrived, perching on the corpses, pecking; many bodies sank.

Beside Yuchi.

The girl finally woke up.