Chapter 127

Since he decided to take a boat southward, Chen Shicheng did not waste time.

The Golden Light Divine Mantra was activated directly, and with the boost of his Essence Attribute, his whole body turned into a golden stream of light, rushing toward that port city.

Neither he nor Hui Siye knew how long the journey would take, but the one thing they were certain of was that this road was unlikely to be easy.

Besides the wild monsters along the way after entering the mountains, it was very likely they would encounter a blockade by Righteous Sect Cultivators.

As expected, not even ten minutes after Chen Shicheng set out, he heard fighting sounds coming from ahead.

After continuing forward without the slightest pause for a distance, he then discovered that a monk in robes was fighting three players, with two corpses slowly dissipating on the ground.

Clearly, this was a Righteous Sect Cultivator clearing out players, and he happened to run into it.

【Lv. 10 Dust (Reclining Buddha Sect), Essence: 23, Qi: 12, Spirit: 10, Skills: One Reed Crossing the River, Demon-Subduing Great Palm Seal.】

Has it already come to the point where they fight on sight?

Chen Shicheng's eyelid twitched, and he gave a thumbs-up to his own decision to take the sea route.

Upon seeing injustice, he let out a roar.

This monk was only level 10, much easier to deal with compared to the five Golden Core cultivators of the Yunxiao Sect earlier; without hesitation he slightly turned his direction and charged toward the battlefield.

"Amitabha, please fellow cultivator, act quickly and slay these three heretical evildoers."

Upon seeing Chen Shicheng, the monk immediately mistook him for a fellow cultivator, his face lit up with joy, and he increased the force of his strikes a bit.

Meanwhile, those three players wore grim faces, having already prepared to lose a year of lifespan.

But the next moment, their expressions froze as the swiftly approaching golden light appeared before them, blocking the monk's Great Palm Strike.

Not only were they surprised, the great monk stared in astonishment at Chen Shicheng, who had caught his Great Palm Seal with one hand, and asked doubtfully.

"Fellow cultivator, this is for."

Before the monk could finish speaking, Chen Shicheng released his hand, turned expressionlessly, and left.

【Slain Lv. 10 Dust, gained 0.01 Experience Points, gained 177 copper coins.】

As the kill notification popped up on the panel, Dust the monk's rear suddenly sprayed a large patch of bloodstains, his body collapsing like a pile of blocks into several chunks stacked on the ground.

After easily dispatching Dust the monk, Chen Shicheng scanned the surroundings with his Divine Perception, found no other cultivators, ignored the three players' clamor behind him, and set off again on his journey.

"This pretentious act must be quite round!"

Delighted in his heart, Chen Shicheng failed to notice that a swastika-shaped mark suddenly rose from Dust's corpse, seemingly possessing an automatic tracking function, and shot at high speed into his back, entering his body.

【You have been defined as a player by the Righteous Sect Cultivators!】

【You have been defined as a demon by the Righteous Sect Cultivators!】

【You have been defined as a murderer by the Righteous Sect Cultivators!】

【You have been defined as a major criminal wanted by the Righteous Sect Cultivators!】

"Damn, you guys stacking buffs here?"

Chen Shicheng also didn't expect that Yu Wei's body showed no such mark; instead, he experienced it once on a cultivator in the game. But he really didn't care, for this place is a remote borderland where hardly any Righteous Sect factions have taken root, and he was about to set sail— the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are monster territory, leaving no ground for Righteous Sect Cultivators to survive.

Along the way he decided to keep the Golden Light Mantra active and swing his blade aura; whenever Righteous Sect Cultivators made him uncomfortable, he would cut them down on the spot, which would also vent the anger of being driven out of Huanglong Jun City.

The subsequent journey passed without incident; with the Golden Light Mantra active, he consumed the scant reserves of True Essence stored in the Blood Killing Pearl, and after a day and night he finally arrived at the seaside port city.

"Is this Dongzhou Port? Finally here!"

Chen Shicheng lifted his gaze; not far away was a surging great river, its mighty waters carrying foam as they flowed into the sea.

Beside the great river stood a city built on the seaside, dozens of large ships docked at the harbor, ant‑sized people constantly moving cargo.

After loading cargo, the large ships split into two groups—some sailing south with the ocean current, others raising sails to go upstream against the river flow.

Moreover, in the direction of the great river there were several man‑made canals linking to the interior of the harbor, which could be entered by rowboat.

In the past, he could have simply swaggered in through the city gate.

But now he bears a mark that Righteous Sect people can sense, so the city gate is out, and the canals also have gates blocking entry; to get into the city he must think of another way.

"Uncle Fourth, it's time to work." Chen Shicheng tapped his mask, pointed at the distant city, and said, "Can you use the Five Ghosts Transport to send me in?"

Hui Siye drifted out of the mask, speaking unhappily, "Five Ghosts Transport can only send you to places you've been before; let me go check it out first."

Saying that, he immediately turned insubstantial and drifted toward the distant harbor.

"Uncle Fourth, don't forget to find a secluded spot!" Chen Shicheng added, waving to remind him.

Without the burden of a physical form, his speed was great; in less than five minutes Hui Siye returned, and without a word activated the Five Ghosts Transport technique.

One person and one rat appeared within the poor district of Dongzhou Port.

Around them were nothing but shabby sheds, the ground flowed with sewage, beside them a corner used as a toilet, the pungent stench almost made Chen Shicheng tumble over.

"Uncle Fourth, I think you did this on purpose."

"According to your request, it's quite secluded."

Although he had become a bound spirit in the mask unable to resist Chen Shicheng, Hui Siye didn't mind letting him suffer a little to vent his resentment.

The longer he stayed, the stronger the smell; feeling his eyes sting, Chen Shicheng didn't argue with Hui Siye, pinched his nose, and ran outward as much as possible to avoid passersby's sight.

"Oh, look what I've found—a newcomer Returnee? No, you should be calling yourselves players."

Just as Chen Shicheng was about to run into the poor district, a somewhat mocking voice suddenly sounded, its tone rising and falling rhythmically, making it seem like a foreigner?

Chen Shicheng turned his head toward the sound; a blond‑haired, blue‑eyed foreigner in medieval clothing was leaning on a small truck, waving at him.

"Damn, as expected of a border port city, there are even white‑skinned people."

Chen Shicheng abruptly stopped, somewhat curiously sizing up this foreigner who had hailed him, and at the same time used the Eye of Bai Ze to appraise his attributes.

【Lv. 8 Simon (Hebrew), Constitution: 9, Magic: 17, Spirit: 8, Skills: Appraisal, Charm, Theft】

(End of chapter)