Beginning with the Ubume Bird

Chapter 227: Chapter 64: The First Legendary Weapon

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This man is a proud disciple of the Demon Thief. As soon as he came up, a dark-skinned native from the Tu Tribe stood up below. Black as charcoal, with distinctly white eyes and a necklace of animal teeth around his neck.

“This is a pirate from the Gongyi Tribe, they were wiped out by the Demon Thief…”

“Is it that island’s Tu Tribe from two years ago?”

The atmosphere among those around them was heavy, and their eyes filled with a murderous intent.

Li Yan watched with vacant eyes, yawning with boredom.

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A multitude of pirates, interests, grudges, and schemes, interwoven with bizarre spells, the fight would take a long time.

Lin Ajin and Zhufen’s subordinates also had capable fighters. With the five major leaders and pirates from various families, the military forces and manpower converted into silver, would amount to tens of millions. If a battle with three hundred thousand taels worth of military supplies were to take place, it would last for over thirty rounds!

Moreover, the deck provided by Cai Qian was not small, and there was ample space for maneuvering. With some tactical delays, each battle could last from ten minutes to half an hour.

Looking at the sky, it was unlikely that the fights would finish today.

“The first ten rounds are about grudges. Once there’s a clear difference in the number of victories won, it’s time to start targeting others. Whoever wins more battles will be watched and dealt with by the others, to prevent them from winning.”

Li Yan lost himself in thought for a while. On stage, the outcome had already been decided, and the Gongyi Tribe native who had come with a heart full of vengeance eventually died at the hands of a disciple of Zhang He.

Taiping Wen Shu: Great Ming King

Taiping Wen Shu: Green Luan

Taiping Wen Shu: Void Blade

An endless array of Taiping Documents from the hands of the Demon Thief. The vengeful native, skilled in the use of long spears and blow darts, ultimately fell to a twisted blade of air that sliced his neck.

Thud~

Blood gushed forth, and a head rolled to the ground.

The Gongyi tribesmen wore defeated expressions but said nothing. After retrieving the body, a Cai Firm’s Colleague came over to wipe the blood and sprinkle fragrant medicine. It wasn’t long before the place was cleaned.

Most pirates wore expressionless faces, all aware of the vendetta between the Demon Thief and the island’s Tu Tribe. It was clear the native had also fought to the death. That one called Zhan Hui also had to be helped off the stage.

Besides, in such an event, it was nonsensical not to expect fatalities.

Defying Skill, Gaoli ghost, Wupozi, Taiping Documents, this fruit bearing so many bizarre things; even if establishing a channel failed, it would still be a rich harvest.

Li Yan was actually somewhat worried that Zheng Xiu’er wouldn’t last, as all the combatants on stage were accustomed to killing. But Xiu’er was only eight years old, and even sitting through an afternoon would be quite a challenge, let alone amidst the chaos of limbs flying and intermittent appearances of flames and ghosts.

He looked over to gauge Zheng Xiu’er’s expression, only to discover that she was watching intently, with greater seriousness than even himself. Occasionally, amidst the gory scenes, she remained motionless, her eyelashes fluttering, seemingly in deep thought.

Beyond the girl’s calmness, there existed in her delicate features, a hint of Mrs. Shi’s charm.

Li Yan watched Xiu’er for a while, then smiling, shifted his gaze back to the battle.

After another two bouts, each of the five major pirates won a round, costing Cai Qian and Lin Ajin an extra hundred thousand taels of silver.

Next came a fighter from Zhang He’s side, his cousin, proficient in five Taiping Documents, ranked among the Ten Cities. He wasn’t far behind that Yan Laoba.

Red Flag hadn’t won many rounds, and Cha Xiaodao was still nursing injuries. Regardless of the severity, it certainly wasn’t a good look. For the others, the prospects were uncertain.

“Ah…” Li Yan glanced at the sky and thought to himself, “Maybe I should give it a try…”

“There’s something I want to ask of Mr. Cai and the other leaders.”

At that moment, someone suddenly spoke up loudly.

Blue Flag Gang, Qianjun Biao.

“Speak freely, there’s no harm in that.”

Cai Qian said.

“The person sitting here at the table is the orphan of the past two Alliance Hierarchs of the Five Flagsi Alliance, Zheng Yiguai and Madam Shi, and not the Dragon Head of Red Flag Gang, Tianbao. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s correct.”

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Zhang He took over the conversation, guessing what Qianjun Biao was about to say.

“If the Red Flag Gang wants to compete for the position of Alliance Hierarch, it doesn’t concern our Blue Flag Gang all that much. However, since the contender is the daughter of our Five Flags Alliance’s Hierarch, it’s only right that our Blue Flag Gang supports Miss Xiu’er,” he said.

Cai Qian didn’t agree immediately, but instead turned to ask Zhang He, “Brother Zhang He, what do you think?”

Zhang He sized up Qianjun Biao.

A sallow complexion, dressed like a poor old fisherman.

“An ordinary person, with sparse martial arts skills and not even the stature of a Gaoli ghost, which is the insignia of the Five Flags Alliance… How did such a man manage to unite the Blue Flag Gang?” he wondered.

Zhang He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, “Let’s go with your plan.”

A spark of determination flashed in Qianjun Biao’s eyes. “Good!”

Having said that, he pulled out a blood-red trident from under the table, first bowing to Zheng Xiu’er, then striding towards the stage.

The moment the fisherman gripped the trident, his entire demeanor transformed!

Cha Xiaodao’s face filled with astonishment as the menacing aura of Qianjun Biao shifted from a light blue to a deep red in an instant. His level had skyrocketed to that of Ten Cities! And from its luster, it seemed even denser than Elder Yan’s!

That trident!

Li Yan, Zhang He, and Cha Xiaodao all concurrently had the same four words flash through their minds.

Blood of the Mei

Category: Weapon

Quality: Legendary!

Sharpness: 99

Features: 1, Pirate (Lose part of one’s sanity to gain the full expertise of the ‘Meizhou Demon Pirate’)

2, Spirit (Use fresh blood to wield the full skill-set of ‘Meizhou Demon Pirate’)

3, Plunder (Killing an enemy increases the user’s vigor and constitution, but only while wielding this weapon do those increases apply to the owner)

4, ???

Note: An item left behind by Mazu when she quelled the Meizhou Demon Pirates, initially thrown into the sea by fishermen, it was later picked up by Qianjun Biao during an event called ‘Heavenly Mother Crossing the Sea.’

Although Zhang He couldn’t discern the specific details, covetousness was clearly written on his face. Considering the inappropriate occasion, he let it go. He glanced sideways and saw Daozai from the Red Flag Gang grinning broadly at the round table, his mouth pouted triumphantly.

“We’ll deal with him, grind down the knife after the job’s done – the item will be ours!”

“I’ll think about it.”

“A legendary weapon! Since my two years in Yan Fu, this is the first time I’ve seen one!”

“Do you even know how to use a trident?”

“If not, we can sell it! We’re not close to him anyway – would you let a duck that waddles up to you go uneaten?”

“You make it sound so easy when you’re not the one involved; it’s akin to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. If we could really stay here in the future, a legendary weapon wouldn’t matter! Securing our power in this place is the key, and if we were to kill him, we’d ruin our reputation.”

“Here’s the plan – if the channel doesn’t get built and we cannot reach this fruit in the short term, we’ll scavenge from head to toe. We can’t leave empty-handed.”

“…Alright, I’ll think of a way. If things don’t work out, find an opportunity to have drinks. Isn’t the trident supposed to bewilder one’s mind? Just accuse him of going mad and trying to kill me, then we get the trident in our hands!”

After exchanging thoughts, the two had a firm plan in place.

Qianjun Biao took a deep breath, feeling an endless surge of strength filling him. Yet, for some reason, he felt chills at the nape of his neck.

In his hand, the Blood of the Mei stood upright, cleaving through the air with streaks of bloody brilliance. The attire of the demon pirate flapped noisily, surrounded by swirling black mists bearing a chillingly murderous aura.

Boom!

The dense, dark clouds in the sky finally split, releasing the first bolt of blue-purple lightning! A tempestuous storm followed soon after.