Chapter 234: Rage

Chen Shicheng is very disappointed!

The Qing Si Bu Yun Shoes' attached Skill "Ascension" is described as teleporting anywhere via the South Heaven Gate.

According to his plan, he should first teleport back to the South Heaven Gate, then, under its power, teleport to any corner of the Earth Immortal Realm.

But in reality, not only did the commotion roar loudly, startling the entire Zixiao Palace, he didn't even see the shadow of the South Heaven Gate; a flash of white light sent him into a tunnel.

What's more infuriating, before he could even see the tunnel clearly, the next moment he found himself on the seashore.

If his footing hadn't been steady, he would have fallen straight into the sea!

"Damn, that's over‑hyped!"

Chen Shicheng stamped his foot hard, as if that could vent his anger, and his hand didn't stay idle; a Dao Gang blade shot out and vanished into the dark sea.

Soon a burst of bubbles rose, and two halves of fish corpses floated to the surface, each weighing several hundred jin; blood and entrails drifted with the waves, attracting more predators.

Quickly, under Chen Shicheng's gaze, the two fish halves were devoured completely, leaving not even a single bone.

"Something's wrong!"

Chen Shicheng stepped back, distancing himself from those still‑snarling fish‑type monsters.

He has sailing experience; back then, to reach the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, he deliberately sailed along the coastline, crossing most of Great Yu to arrive.

At that time, the sea occasionally harbored large fish monsters that attacked ships, but only in near‑shore waters; the closer to the shore, the weaker the fish monsters, as if each had a clearly defined territory.

But now he stands on the shore, having deliberately chosen a spot near a fishing village.

Logically, fish monsters that actively attack humans shouldn't exist in these waters; otherwise, how could the fishermen go out safely? Yet an illogical event unfolded before his eyes.

An abnormal situation must involve a demon!

Chen Shicheng immediately thought of those Eastern Sea people; high‑level fish monsters appearing on the shore, whether active or passive, must be linked to their actions.

"Clues are too few; we should first inquire about the specifics."

Chen Shicheng felt his way in the dark, then turned toward the nearby fishing village.

Since he had pre‑selected the spot, the teleportation point wasn't far from the village; without sprinting, he arrived near the fishing village in just three minutes.

But as the distance to the village shrank, Chen Shicheng's heart sank a little more.

When the village came into view, reality confirmed his premonition; he stood dumbfounded, pupils dilating instantly, at a loss.

Cold moonlight and flickering firelight intertwined, casting a scene of dead silence.

The sea breeze blew, its brine masked by blood and char.

Dilapidated huts lay scattered in ruin; among broken walls, splattered blood and lingering limbs told of a silent catastrophe, while a few wild wolves with green‑glowing eyes prowled the shadows, their throats whining as if protesting the disturbance of their feast.

"Cackle cackle cackle."

The crow's caw startled the dazed Chen Shicheng; he casually flung a Dao Gang, beheading several wolves, then hurried to the spot where the crow hovered.

After the silence, endless rage surged, reddening Chen Shicheng's eyes; True Essence began to riot through his meridians. Before him lay a slaughter scene: dozens of decapitated corpses bound in kneeling poses on the ground, their heads impaled on long sticks beside them.

There were men, elders, children—each with faces of Fear and despair, their gray‑white hollow eyes staring at him, as if recounting misfortune.

"Clatter clatter."

A crow perched atop the skull of a boy under ten, its sharp beak plucked out an eyeball and, before Chen Shicheng's eyes, tipped its head back to swallow it, then kept scrutinizing him.

"Aaaah!!!!"

Chen Shicheng stared wide‑eyed, kneeling on the ground, overwhelmed by frustration, guilt, anger, murderous intent, a baffling flood of emotions choking him.

The indigenous people of Great Yu in the Earth Immortal Realm, though sharing black hair and eyes and a similar cultural heritage, still differ greatly.

Thus he would lend a hand in difficulty, show slight respect for the elderly, empathize with their hardships, and sympathize with their plight.

But!

He has never regarded these people as his own kin, as his own nation.

He once thought he would, like knowing that the Indigenous peoples were ancestors who migrated from the Central Plains during the Shang‑Zhou era and were later massacred, have no thoughts at all.

Yet when the fishing village's tragedy unfolded before him, it gradually overlapped with photos he had seen in the museum, instantly recalling the humiliating history and the tragedies of the Central Plains.

Immersed in it, rage instantly burned his reason; murderous intent filled his brain, giving him a desire to annihilate everything.

Upon reaching a limit, his thoughts seemed to split: one raging with sky‑high fury, the other extremely calm, observing everything.

Staggering to his feet, Chen Shicheng glanced at the crow perched on the child's skull; the next instant, an invisible Dao Gang beheaded it, and it fell slowly to the ground.

A few kilometers from the fishing village, in a dim forest, a squad of masked black‑clad men were on the move.

While Chen Shicheng roared on his knees, one squad member abruptly halted, raising his right hand to signal everyone to stop.

He listened intently, then suddenly pointed toward the village and said to the nearby man, "Team Leader, there's a situation over there!"

"Map!"

The Team Leader extended his hand, took the handed‑over map, and marked it, "That spot is a fishing village, right on the edge of the Eastern Sea people's activity range; they may have encountered a silencing Eastern Sea group."

After speaking, he pondered briefly, then declared firmly, "Everyone, prepare for battle!"

"Team Leader!" a squad member hurriedly reminded, "Prince's order is to scout the positions of the Eastern Sea troops that crossed the sea; if we stir up trouble, Prince will blame us."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood, all turning toward the Team Leader.

"Obey the command!"

The Team Leader glanced at the man, his tone softening as he explained, "Rescuing people and locating the Eastern Sea people's base aren't contradictory; after annihilating this group, we can deliberately let two survivors go, letting them lead us there."

". Obey."

After a brief stare, the alert squad member stepped back, bowed his head and obeyed.

The ten of them immediately turned and set off toward the fishing village. (End of chapter)