Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 118 - 114: The cries of apes from both banks don’t cease, yet the light boat has already crossed 10,000 heavy mountains

Chapter 118: Chapter 114: The cries of apes from both banks don’t cease, yet the light boat has already crossed 10,000 heavy mountains

Crash——!

The emerald waters of the Canglan River rushed downstream, passing through the rapid slopes, gradually becoming calmer.

The towering mountains on both sides of the river gradually disappeared, replaced by willow-covered riverbanks.

Lush trees were reflected in the water, some near and others far, dyeing the river with vibrant green, occasionally revealing the tops of trees with leaves alternating between yellow and green.

A boatman, with dark skin and a lean figure, stood at the bow, wearing a straw hat made of woven grass, holding a slender bamboo pole polished to shine, occasionally pushing against a reef to adjust the course of the black awning boat.

Chen Zhixing, dressed in coarse cloth, observed intently, his form subtly rising and falling with the boat’s rocking.

Besides Chen Zhixing, there were two groups of people on this black awning boat.

One group was a pair of newlyweds, both lacking any cultivation.

The young woman, probably only sixteen or seventeen, was gentle and lovely, her belly slightly protruding, clearly pregnant.

Her husband, dressed as a scholar, whispered softly beside her, inquiring about his wife’s well-being.

From their conversation, they planned to return home for her to rest and await the birth.

The other group consisted of a young aristocrat in luxurious clothing and two tall, sturdy servants.

The young aristocrat had some cultivation, roughly at the Nourishing Spirit Realm.

As for the two servants, they were broad-shouldered and muscular, possessing nothing special beyond their great strength.

The young aristocrat occasionally glanced at the pregnant woman and whispered with his servants, emitting low laughter.

He looked again, and laughed again.

Chen Zhixing had no intention of interacting with these people, silently Nourishing the Spirit, contemplating how to enter the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.

Time passed slowly.

The young scholar could no longer bear the aristocrat’s gaze towards his wife, and stood up with a start, speaking with a hint of hostility:

"Since you boarded this boat, you’ve been staring at my wife and laughing. May I ask, what about my wife makes you laugh so?"

The young aristocrat lazily raised his head to look at the scholar, snapping open a folding fan, smirking without smiling:

"What? Is your wife the daughter of a high-ranking official? You won’t let anyone look at her? If you don’t want people to look, just stay home quietly and don’t come out!"

His words immediately incited laughter from the two servants behind him.

"You!"

The young scholar’s face flushed with anger, ready to respond.

"Shuwen, let it go."

The gentle woman tugged at the young scholar’s sleeve, eyes filled with worry.

The young aristocrat was richly dressed and accompanied by ruthless servants, clearly difficult to deal with.

In this vast expanse of water, should something truly happen, what would they do?

The young scholar understood his wife’s concerns.

He gritted his teeth and sat down again, avoiding looking at the young aristocrat, lest seeing him provokes discomfort.

However.

The couple wished to avoid trouble, but how could the young aristocrat let them off so easily?

His eyes shifted, and he whispered with a wicked smile:

"I’ve heard that pregnant women are renowned for their wondrous appeal, one of the world’s top ten incredible pleasures. I have a friend who once tried such a pregnant woman, and he found it utterly enchanting and extraordinary..."

Though he spoke quietly, how big could this black awning boat be?

"Scoundrel!"

The young scholar, blood boiling, could no longer suppress his inner rage, leaped up, and glared with fury: "You spout vile language, this is simply outrageous!!!"

Hearing this.

The young aristocrat was unfazed, instead smiling slightly: "My dear fellow, since this journey is long and boring, why don’t you lend your wife to me for a day? Of course, I won’t ask you to give her for free; I offer you a hundred taels of gold as a token of sincerity."

He paused, then laughed lightly while shaking his fan: "Rest assured, once I reach my destination, we’ll go our separate ways, never mentioning today’s matter again, as if it never happened."

"By then, you continue on your lonely path, I walk my brighter path, I gain pleasure, you gain wealth, with neither of us owing the other."

His words prompted the two servants to laugh and agree: "You, poor scholar, why not accept? A hundred taels of gold are enough to buy a home in any city and raise your child."

"Heh heh, today you’re lucky, meeting my master in a good mood. Otherwise, don’t even think about receiving a hundred taels; if we beat you to death directly, what could you do then?"

Hearing this.

The young scholar’s forehead throbbed with anger, and he roared: "Thief, how dare you insult me!"

Having said that, the young scholar raised his fist to strike.

However, the young scholar was weak, how could he be a match for the young aristocrat with cultivation?

The aristocrat didn’t need to lift a finger; the two burly, sinister servants widened their grins, opened their large hands, and easily shoved the young scholar to the ground, ready to slap his face with their big palms.

"Do you even know what your identity is? Our young master values your wife and is willing to spend a hundred taels of gold. Instead of taking advantage of the situation, you dare to be impudent in front of him?"

The ferryman standing at the bow couldn’t help but shout angrily at the sight:

"Stop! You people have gone too far..."

Before the ferryman could finish his sentence.

"You old man, shouldn’t you be focusing on sailing your boat? With your old bones, you’re trying to play the hero? Say one more word, and I’ll throw you into the river to feed the fish!" The vicious servant sneered with slanted eyebrows.

With those words, the ferryman immediately shrank back, mumbling in fear, not daring to speak further.

Seeing this, the vicious servant couldn’t help but become even more complacent.

"To be honest, our young master’s status is noble. Our master is a steward of the renowned Celestial Wave Sacred Lands. Do you even know what Celestial Wave Sacred Lands are? It’s an Immortal Sect where immortals reside!"

"This time, our young master is taking the boat to replace our master, following in his father’s footsteps to work at the Immortal Sect!"

With these words.

The young scholar being pressed down instantly turned a face of despair.

The gentle pregnant woman also turned pale.

Even the previously righteous ferryman couldn’t help but shiver, muttering his regrets over his earlier impulse.

Celestial Wave Sacred Lands!

It’s an Immortal Sect that stands above countless mortals!

Even a dog inside it has a status that’s vastly higher than us ordinary folks!

"Steward? If I remember correctly, isn’t it only among servants that one is called a steward?"

At this moment, a somewhat puzzled voice sounded.

Swish, swish, swish.

Instantly, the two vicious servants looked in unison at the plain young man on the boat who had remained silent all along.

"Another one who isn’t afraid of dying?"

The vicious servant wore an impatient look, raising a hand to grab Chen Zhixing.

Chen Zhixing blinked slightly.

Puff!

The vicious servant who raised his hand suddenly froze, and then began to vaporize from his feet upwards.

Finally, just like wiping off a water stain on a table, he completely vaporized, blown away by the wind on the boat, leaving no trace of blood or flesh.

Chen Zhixing once again flicked a finger, causing the other vicious servant to explode into a mist of blood, dispersing with the wind.

In an instant, everyone on the boat’s face changed.

"Imm... Immortal Elder?"

The ferryman and young scholar immediately looked at Chen Zhixing, trembling.

"Are even a mere servant’s child so arrogant now?"

Chen Zhixing murmured to himself.

Yet he didn’t understand.

A servant in the Sacred Lands seems merely a speck of dust in the Cultivation Realm, yet this position is unbearably significant to mortals!

Just the three spirit stones a servant receives monthly would convert to three thousand taels of gold in mundane terms!

In the eyes of ordinary people, a servant’s child is already someone of high status!

Suddenly, the young master turned serious, dropping his frivolous smile and cupping his hand:

"I am Xiao Ping; my father works at Celestial Wave Sacred Lands. May I ask the esteemed Daoist for your name?"

Chen Zhixing didn’t respond but suddenly had a thought, asking lightly, "Are you going to Celestial Wave Sacred Lands to inherit your father’s position?"

Xiao Ping couldn’t gauge Chen Zhixing’s depth, so he replied truthfully:

"Indeed, my father’s time came, and he passed away in Celestial Wave Sacred Lands. According to the rules of Celestial Wave Sacred Lands, every servant who stays over ten years can choose for their family descendant to inherit their servant status at the time of their death."

Chen Zhixing nodded, then asked, "How does Celestial Wave Sacred Lands verify your identity? What if someone impersonates you?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ping felt a foreboding but remembered Chen Zhixing’s earlier method, offering a forced smile:

"Before my departure, the Sacred Lands will send a letter to the children of deceased servants, as an entrance token. We can use this token to enter Celestial Wave Sacred Lands."

"So that means, aside from the entrance token, Celestial Wave Sacred Lands won’t probe into your identity too deeply? Has anyone inside Celestial Wave Sacred Lands ever met you?" Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ping couldn’t help but laugh: "Daoist, you seem to overvalue servants. Celestial Wave Sacred Lands is a prominent Grand Sect; how could they expend much effort investigating a mere servant? As for me... it’s my first time going to Celestial Wave Sacred Lands; who would specifically have met me?"

Pausing, Xiao Ping asked, "Are you intending to enter Celestial Wave Sacred Lands as well? I assess you’re not old and your means are quite formidable, your cultivation must be high. This time Celestial Wave Sacred Lands is recruiting new disciples; you have a good chance to become a Celestial Wave Disciple, and at that time, hopefully, you could look after me."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhixing couldn’t help but smile, muttering irrelevantly to himself:

"So that means, even if I kill you and take your token to go, Celestial Wave Sacred Lands wouldn’t find out?"