Chapter 815: Jumping in the Face

As soon as Wei Zhangle ascended to the second-level cabin, he saw two Tianmo Jishi standing at the entrance, as if they were blocking the door waiting for him, and he couldn't help but shudder.

In traditional classification methods, Tianmo at the Sword Hero level are called Great Heavenly Demons, while the next level up, those comparable to Sword Immortals, are called Heavenly Demon Kings. However, after deeper exchanges between the Human World and the Tianmo, it was discovered that this terminology did not fit the situation on the other side; considering that those who can cultivate to this position are generally divine officials serving gods, calling them all Tianmo Jishi is fine.

If it were two Jishi blocking him, he might not necessarily hold out until the Six Dragon Sword came to his rescue.

But he immediately knew he was overthinking it again; this was just a chance encounter.

Both of these Jishi looked human yet not quite human, belonging to different races, but their manners were not much different from humans. They were leaning naturally against the narrow cabin corridor talking, and the content was quite devoid of substance—they were probably just bored of staying in that huge cabin and had come out for some air, the same as someone at a banquet using the excuse of needing the restroom to step out for a breather. Wei Zhangle saw them, and although he knew he hadn't been seen through, he was still a bit nervous and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but then he realized and, instead of dodging, swaggered right up to them.

He not only walked arrogantly, he didn't lighten his footsteps either, his shoes making "tap-tap" sounds on the floor. This sound was by no means quiet, yet the two were completely unaware. So he went a step further, standing right in front of them, looking up at them slightly.

Sure enough, even though his face was almost pressed against their noses, they remained completely unaware, continuing their conversation.

Wei Zhangle listened in, though he didn't intend to hear any intelligence: wasn't it obvious? This was the cabin entrance, separated by only one wall from the main cabin, which was full of sharp-eared and keen-eyed experts. Anyone with a brain larger than a walnut kernel wouldn't discuss secrets in this place. Wei Zhangle was just enjoying the pleasure of eavesdropping under their noses without being discovered, at most making a few faces to add to his secret amusement; if he could hear some gossip about the privacy of a certain expert, that would be a bonus.

Sure enough, the two were just chatting. Because they were both experts of the same level and had no juniors around to flatter them, they didn't need to put on any airs at all, so the topics were relatively... down-to-earth. Things like which Elder had a child late in life and it was feared it wasn't his own, which clan's young people were infighting and had broken each other's heads but were afraid to let anyone know, and how a small clan called the Fire Spirit Clan was suddenly being incredibly attentive, sending gifts everywhere to get a spot on the ship, but that was nothing compared to another small clan, the Honey Clan, which was actually sending even a candidate Shengnyu to the home of the Tianyou Jishi...

In the end, it all turned into romantic affairs, and finally, it was all about that business between men and women. Wei Zhangle didn't feel excited listening to it; instead, he was confused, thinking: The differences between each of your ethnic groups are so vast, don't you look at each other as beasts? How can you still mess around? Just to seek a thrill?

This was what you call a sudden enlightenment.

Yet he did not know that as the two Tianmo Jishi, comparable to Sword Immortals, chanted to their gods, a cold sweat broke out behind their backs.

The two Tianmo were silent for a moment, then one suddenly said: "Our god is a wise, calm, and decisive god of wisdom; its wisdom protects our Longjia Zu and guides us to embrace wisdom without losing our reason."

"Oh."

Upon entering the main door, Wei Zhangle couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

Compared to the individual cabins partitioned below, the upper cabin was integrated, forming a huge space. The entire upper part of the space was a semicircle, made entirely of transparent viewing material, extremely bright, and one could see the endless Void outside at a glance. That feeling was completely different from looking at the scenery outside from a small cabin; here, it was like being under the firmament, and a sense of insignificance like a single grain of sand in the vast sea suddenly arose.

Having just said one word, the person opposite immediately made a gesture to hush; that Tianmo waved his hand, signaling not to speak, and finally only said three words: "Relieved."

Hearing the previous words, Wei Zhangle merely sneered, thinking: Your gods have clearly abandoned you, yet you still rush to throw yourselves at them, and now you laugh at others for not having the chance to throw themselves away. But hearing the latter sentence, his heart stirred, and he felt as if he had grasped something.

The other Tianmo said: "Indeed. That ship left, and it also left, finally..."

Passing the two, Wei Zhangle finally arrived at the upper cabin.

Although the other Tianmo was of a different race, he clearly looked older and said in a very understated tone: "Why, haven't you lived enough? If you want to continue living, there is always a way. Find your juniors to sneak you onto..."

The first Tianmo raised a hand to stop him, saying: "Just lamenting. Although death is terrifying, we can return to the embrace of the gods, while those poor barbarians don't know which fire prison they will go to to suffer forever. Furthermore... if I had to board that ship, I'd rather die."

The other said: "My god is the god of thunder and rain high in the heavens..."

Wei Zhangle felt strange in his heart: Why are they suddenly praising their god? Is this some kind of ritual? When a conversation reaches a certain point, must one praise the god to pause?

He felt there must be other oddities, but seeing the two praising endlessly, he simply left. Of course, he didn't forget to record this bizarre scene before leaving.

He felt it was boring and was about to leave when he suddenly saw one of them sigh and say: "Every day that passes is one day less. We work hard and toil, not for ourselves, and in the end, we cannot escape the word 'death'."

Wei Zhangle had never seen such a Void; he hadn't even seen such a large room. It was even larger than the open-air playground of the Training Camp, and he let out a soft "oh."

Although this sound was not loud, the surroundings were full of powerful people who should all have keen senses, able to hear even a needle falling to the ground. He had made such a sound abruptly, yet not a single person turned to look at him. Zhangle couldn't help but smile triumphantly, then restrained himself and carefully examined his surroundings.

The upper part of the main cabin was an unobstructed view of the Void, while the lower part was arranged more delicately, like individual private booths, with sets of tables and chairs partitioned off. The chairs were all soft chairs with armrests, and screens were used for slight partitioning. Judging by the number, every Sword Immortal could have a whole set, but if anyone wanted to move to someone else's table to chat, there was plenty of room.

Even with more than twenty sets of tables and chairs placed, a large open space could still be left in the center, where a platform was set up, slightly higher than the ground, which seemed to be used for people to speak. Looking at this layout, the railings around the platform had gaps, and it could be accessed from every direction; it seemed that anyone could go up to speak.

At this time, several Sword Immortals and Tianmo Jishi were sitting together in the hall talking, but there was no "buzzing" noise in such an open space. There must be soundproofing devices between the various tables and chairs. Likewise, some Sword Immortals who did not want to communicate with their peers sat alone at their seats, either meditating or dozing, and could also be completely undisturbed.

At this time, if Zhangle wanted to eavesdrop, he could approach any table to listen, but with so many choices, he lost his motivation. He scanned the area and saw the Six Dragon Sword of his own Sun Court. Unexpectedly, there were several other Sword Immortals at the Sun Court's table; the Six Dragon Sword loved excitement and was sociable, so naturally, he wouldn't sit alone.

Zhangle was not in a hurry to go over and report his mission; instead, he went to find the Sword Saint. He had now confirmed that experts at the Sword Immortal level could not discover him, and he was now prepared to go and jump in the Sword Saint's face.

The Sword Saint was also very easy to find because there were only two of them. They would have a better position sitting alone, and if they were talking, they probably only had each other to talk to—if they wanted to chat with their own people, they could just go back; there were so many secrets that couldn't be discussed, why rush to occupy the precious time on the ship?

Sure enough, the two were sitting together at this time. Zhangle recognized the Xun Sword; that was from when the Six Dragon Sword had taken him to pay respects to Jianshan to report the plan. Although he had only caught a glimpse of the eight Sword Saints, except for the Kun Sword, the Xun Sword's flowing long hair was quite memorable.

Sitting opposite him was a tall, fat Heavenly Demon. Even though he was as fat as a ball, he was wearing white clothes, looking like a big white-skinned walnut. It was the strongest on the Heavenly Demon side and also one of the nine Heavenly Protector Envoys on the surface of the Heavenly Demon Realm, generally called "Protector Envoy Hu."

The two sat opposite each other in the chairs just like that, without isolating the outside world. Anyone could see the expressions of the two at a glance, yet there was not a single person within a radius of several tens of zhang, and no one even looked at them twice.

The Sword Saint seemed to have a natural aura that made even the second-tier Sword Immortals afraid to approach.

Wei Zhangle gritted his teeth and still took the initiative to step forward, approaching the two.

One step... and another step...

It seemed...

Nothing was happening.

Wei Zhangle arrived smoothly beside the Sword Saint and first looked at them from the side.

His gaze, which could be called rude, still did not arouse the vigilance of the Sword Saints within a distance of one zhang. Instead, he seemed to have walked into some kind of barrier, and the two's words could be heard clearly.

"I know you are playing tricks behind our backs."

Hmm?

Wei Zhangle was stunned to find that these words were actually from the old one.

"You are double-minded; you clearly agreed to the Relic Project, yet you are still pushing your own agenda. When the time comes and we are all ready and need to use you, you will find excuses to push back, causing all our manpower and material resources to be wasted, and the ship will be unable to take off. How vicious."

The Xun Sword raised his eyebrows and said: "Whoever is playing tricks knows it. We have been mortal enemies for so many years, and the reason we are barely cooperating is entirely because we are compromising to preserve the overall situation. If things really blow up, we will demand that you let us search the ship from top to bottom, and everyone will show their cards for all to see. Otherwise, we will break it off; why allow you to hide things East and West?"

"What we are hiding are only technical secrets; we must maintain an advanced position to ensure our future status. This kind of competition is understandable, but you have always wanted to shake us off, cut off our path to survival, and step on us to survive yourselves. Whose intentions are more sinister?"

"It is a joke for me to seriously refute such black-and-white-reversing words; you actually have the nerve to say it..."

Just as the two were arguing in a way that was no different from people at other levels, their expressions suddenly changed at the same time.

"Hahaha..."

A burst of loud laughter came—

It was actually... coming from outside the window!