Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 370: Party on the 0369 Cruise

Chapter 370: Party on the 0369 Cruise

Bai Qi originally didn’t care about Ye Qiu, but he had attempted twice to call Mu Wanqing away, and both times he had failed.

He scrutinized Ye Qiu carefully to see what kind of person he was. However, as soon as he saw that Ye Qiu’s attire wasn’t that of the upper class, he lost interest in him.

Ye Qiu, on the other hand, approached to suck up and flatter, which made Bai Qi feel both proud and disgusted.

Yet, as Ye Qiu talked on, he ended up vomiting on him, covering his suit with it, so it was no wonder that Bai Qi was furious.

"Brother Bai Qi, throwing me into the sea is a bit too cruel, don’t you think? This is the ocean; committing a crime could land you in jail." It seemed that Ye Qiu intended to infuriate the other party. He didn’t make a move. The most effective way to deal with such an arrogant person was to genuinely insult him.

Provoking an enemy with words could be more interesting than eliminating him by force.

A character like this had popped up for Ye Qiu’s amusement; there was no way he would let this opportunity slide.

If you want to pursue Mu Wanqing, then go ahead, but dragging me into it to make yourself look better, that’s your mistake!

Bai Qi was seething with anger and Mu Wanqing quickly grabbed hold of him to prevent a fight with Ye Qiu.

"Bai Qi, he’s my friend. He gets seasick, that’s why he threw up on you," Mu Wanqing explained on behalf of Ye Qiu. She didn’t want a trivial matter to upset them both.

"Kid, today I’ll give Wan Qing some face. Remember not to let this happen again; otherwise, I really will throw you into the sea to feed the fish," Bai Qi held back his anger as he uttered a fierce warning to Ye Qiu, then turned and left briskly.

"Ye Qiu, don’t be mad at him, he’s not usually like this," Bai Qi left, and Mu Wanqing said apologetically to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu dropped his jovial facade and shook his head: "It’s fine, I can see that he’s interested in you."

"What are you talking about!" Mu Wanqing had thought Ye Qiu was about to have a serious conversation with her, but then he started teasing her again.

"Alright, I need to go back and check on my friends. You must come to the evening’s party," Mu Wanqing reminded him.

"Heh, sure, but may I ask, must I really go?"

"Because tonight, I’m going to sing one of my new songs," Mu Wanqing said sweetly, with a charm that could overturn cities.

"Oh! Okay, then I’ll definitely be there as your fan," Ye Qiu made an okay gesture.

As Mu Wanqing’s footsteps retreated into the cabin, Ye Qiu’s face lost its mirth entirely.

Night fell.

The moon hung in the sky above the ocean’s surface, looking very near indeed.

After Ye Qiu retreated to his room, he took out the Kusanagi Sword, which was wrapped in cloth.

After leaving the rear Jiang mining area, Ye Qiu had carried the Kusanagi Sword all the way to a port in Myanmar, opting for a sea route. He had to first visit a place before heading to the western lands, boarding a ship in the Bay of Bengal.

Today was the first day on board.

Ye Qiu’s mind was no longer occupied by the previous events. The appearance of Mu Wanqing here was purely coincidental. Under the moonlight, without his frivolous demeanor, Ye Qiu looked more restrained.

The Divine Artifact of the island nation was now in his hands. Ye Qiu speculated that this affair wouldn’t end there; the island nation’s people would certainly not give up on continuing to search for the Kusanagi Sword.

Ye Qiu was prepared for the potential assault of the island nation’s people. The Kusanagi Sword, he would not hand over to them; he would rather destroy it than let it return to the island nation.

Ye Qiu had studied the Kusanagi Sword for three days but felt that besides its sharpness, there was nothing special about it.

Ye Qiu hadn’t given up on studying the Kusanagi Sword. Being the island nation’s Divine Artifact, if it were only sharp, that would be insufficient.

"What else is hidden within this sword?" Ye Qiu murmured.

He recalled the fight against Ozawa Ichiro while wielding the sword. By the end of their battle, the malevolence emanating from the sword had almost affected his composure.

Over the past two days, Ye Qiu had researched some information about the Kusanagi Sword.

The Kusanagi Sword demanded blood upon being drawn; otherwise, it would devour the sword bearer’s essence.

This sounded somewhat mystical, but after encountering a jade spirit, Ye Qiu naturally wouldn’t dismiss it entirely.

Moreover, this sword was indeed extraordinary—upon touch, one could perceive the sword’s emotions, as if it were a living creature; this claim might actually be true.

Since the day Ye Qiu drew the Kusanagi Sword, he had never drawn it again, knowing this information, he would not easily unsheathe it a second time.

Ye Qiu swung the Kusanagi Sword, carefully sensing it and studying it for a long while, but still found nothing.

Glancing at the time, it was nearly eight o’clock—the party was probably starting.

Ye Qiu washed his face and straightened his clothes before leaving the room.

The cruise ship was large, able to accommodate thousands of people, with all sorts of facilities, everything one could wish for. The entire vessel was several dozen meters tall, qualifying as a high-end luxury cruiser.

Ye Qiu arrived at the ship’s ballroom.

Without even opening the door, he saw the hustle and bustle of crowds, a lively scene indeed.

Males dressed in suits and ties, all looking very gentlemanly, and females adorned in gowns, appeared ready for a grand event.

The two doormen glanced at Ye Qiu without saying much; Ye Qiu knew he was somewhat out of place compared to the others around him. He was not on the cruise ship for leisure, and had it not been for Mu Wanqing’s invitation, he would have preferred to sleep in his room rather than join this bustling scene.

However, it had to be said that a party like this was definitely suitable for a man.

Watching the multicolored dresses shuttle through the crowd, hips swaying sensually from side to side, the allure was endless.

There were indeed many beautiful women—at least, Ye Qiu saw no fewer than four or five women whose beauty could make them stars.

This was the life of the wealthy, a place where high society liked to gather.

Though Ye Qiu had never entered the circles of high society, he had seen grandeur and had attended a party once before.

In his eyes, other than martial arts masters worth paying attention to, these so-called upper-class people were nothing special.

Ye Qiu chose a seat in a corner and sat down, his eyes searching for Mu Wanqing’s figure.

However, after scanning the room, Mu Wanqing was nowhere to be seen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, welcome to today’s party."

"A guest, who prefers to remain anonymous, would like to sing a song for everyone. She has just finished composing it and hopes you all will enjoy it."

After the party host finished speaking, the crowd fell silent.

Then, enchanting melodies filled the air.

A gentle, ethereal voice emanated from the speakers.

"We cried."

"We laughed."

"We looked up at the sky, counting the few stars still shining."

...

"Because I happened to meet you, footprints became beautiful."

"The wind blows and Hua Luo falls, tears like rain, because I do not wish to part."

In that moment, everyone was immersed in the song.

Ye Qiu mouthed the lyrics Mu Wanqing was singing, with a slight smile.

"This song couldn’t be meant for me, could it?" Ye Qiu said, rather vainly.

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes watched Ye Qiu’s position intently, filled with hostility.

"This time, I’ll see who can stand up for you. Mu Wanqing is mine, you toad don’t even think about eating swan meat—you’re simply courting death!" Bai Qi’s face showed a trace of malice.