Super God Grandmaster
Chapter 1017 - 1017 1003 The Fifteenth Night

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1003: The Fifteenth Night Chapter 1017: Chapter 1003: The Fifteenth Night “Hey, your sidekick hasn’t had his revenge yet,” Nangong Yan said.

“Haha, how many can you take on by yourself? You said it yourself, it’s very possible that both of the Iron Chains are on this ship. This is their ship, and you still want to have your revenge,” Ye Chen busied himself.

“So I should just turn a blind eye?” For Nangong Yan, who had quite the temper, how could she bear it?

“Hurry up and get to work. Stop pacing back and forth. Come over here and help.”

After holding back for a long time, Red Demonic Spirit and Black Demonic Spirit jumped out.

“Damn, why does it all smell like chicken shit?” Black Demonic Spirit also smelled it.

“If we’re in a chicken coop, of course it’s going to smell like chicken shit,” Red Demonic Spirit said.

“You two, hurry up and help as well. This work includes you too.”

Black Demonic Spirit said, “It’s not like I agreed to this. Why should we do it?”

“Do you still want to go to Sacred Spirit Island or not?” Ye Chen was getting angry.

Having held back all night, Black Demonic Spirit, seeing the cages full of chickens and ducks, suddenly became interested and said, “It wouldn’t be bad to get a few Beggar’s Chickens to whet our appetite.”

“Hey, they’re all counted.”

“Missing two won’t be a problem. Even if they notice, they won’t know who stole them. Maybe they’ll think a weasel did it—don’t worry so much.” Black Demonic Spirit circled around the chicken cages, preparing to make his move.

Nangong Yan, thinking of Qi Xue whose fate was uncertain, showed a fierce light in her eyes. She must kill Shao Hengjiang to alleviate the hatred in her heart, but to kill Shao Hengjiang, she had to figure out who he was first.

Ye Chen pushed her and said, “Girl, you’re not really thinking of killing Shao Hengjiang on this ship, are you? I’ve heard this guy’s martial arts are not ordinary; he’s reached the transformation realm. Be careful, or he might capture you to be his wife. I don’t think he’ll be polite about it.”

“My martial arts may not be as good as his, but to kill someone, martial arts aren’t always necessary,” she said.

“I’m telling you, don’t do anything rash. I don’t want to get caught with you.”

As Nangong Yan pulled at the straw, she thought to herself, if she could really kill Shao Hengjiang, that great demon, it wouldn’t only be revenge for those who died on the Cangqiong, it would also benefit the people. With this bandit gone, there would be fewer troubles in the South Sea. By that account, it would all be worth it.

“Hey, you seem to have not heard what I said.”

Nangong Yan, furious, grabbed a shovel and shouted, “Daring to set that shark-fin Horned Dragon on us, huh? I won’t let him off!”

“Girl, what on earth are you muttering about?”

“Nothing,” Nangong Yan said fiercely.

Black Demonic Spirit laughed and said, “I think these two are looking pretty good, definitely delicious. Tonight, these will be it.”

“I don’t think these two are necessarily good. You should pick those with rounder behinds; they tend to be fat without being greasy,” Red Demonic Spirit threw cold water on the plan.

“We’re not looking for women here, we’re talking about hens, and you still want those with round behinds?” Black Demonic Spirit said disdainfully.

Red Demonic Spirit immediately started arguing with him.

Another two days passed, and in the dark of night, a masked figure huddled in a corner. A man walked over from that direction, the door squeaking open. Just as he was closing it, suddenly a sword pressed against his neck.

“Watch your head.”

The man quickly raised his hands, not daring to provoke the other party.

Then he heard a voice: “Slowly turn around.”

It was clearly a girl’s voice, and she sounded quite young. He turned his head, but the person was masked and wearing the clothes of a deckhand.

“Who are you?” the man with raised hands asked.

The girl threw the rope over and said, “I advise you not to ask too many questions—it’s not good for you. Hurry up and tie your hands. I wouldn’t have to teach you how, would I? My hand tends to shake.”

The man could only say, “Fine, I’ll do as you say. Just don’t kill me.”

The masked girl closed the room door, and in a moment, she had the man bound hand and foot in a chair, unable to move. He still didn’t know what the girl was up to when he hurriedly said, “If it’s the silver you want, there’s plenty in the chest. Just don’t kill me.”

“Who wants your silver. Tell me, is the Qian Jiang you’re following your boss, Shao Hengjiang?” she asked.

The man jumped, looked over, and wondered what the newcomer’s intentions were.

It seemed very likely.

“Hey, stop looking at me. I’m asking you a question here,” she said.

“He’s not,” he said.

“Good, still daring to lie to me,” she said as she slashed, cutting a gash in his arm, drawing blood.

The guy instantly cowered and hurriedly said, “That’s right, he is our boss, Iron Chains.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“How dare I? Right now, I’m in your hands. Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare.” At this moment, saving his own skin was the priority—what else could he do?

“And Wan Liyun?”

“Wan Liyun is that Qian Hai.”

If he dared to spout nonsense, Nangong Yan would definitely strike him with another sword. She had long suspected that the man with the short beard was Wan Liyun, and it seemed her hunch was correct.

It was the fifteenth, and night was falling. Ye Chen was pondering how to get through the night, as the maid had been acting suspiciously these past two days, keeping to herself, which made him quite worried.

At the moment, he was inside the chicken and duck cabin, the Black Demonic Spirit was eating roast chicken, and he was in a pile of straw. This place was deserted, but they had the key; usually, no one would come this way at night.

“Where’s that annoying girl?” He was still somewhat concerned.

“Maybe she’s yearning for a man,” said the Black Demonic Spirit.

Ye Chen glanced at the Red Demonic Spirit, who was holding the “Acupuncture Essence” given to him by Yang Tao’er. Tonight, without Li Mo, he could only rely on the Red and Black Demonic Spirits. He asked, “Hey, you two, have you got it all clear?” There was a dim oil lamp nearby, but it didn’t seem dark; Ye Chen had already taken off his shirt, baring his upper body.

“Relax, we saw it clearly. It’s just a few acupoints,” said the Black Demonic Spirit impatiently.

“Look, I’m telling you, if you paralyze me, I won’t let it go. Then, if you want to get a body, it’ll be all on you,” he said, trying to stress his importance to make them be more careful.

“Don’t worry, there won’t be any mistakes. It’s just a few acupoints; you won’t die,” said the Black Demonic Spirit.

“Damn girl, why hasn’t she come back?” Ye Chen had intended to speak to her before proceeding with the acupuncture, but the sky was getting darker, and he could have an episode at any moment. He didn’t want to lose control and said, “Let’s not wait for her any longer.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t turn you into a vegetable,” the Red Demonic Spirit reassured him, albeit with limited understanding.

“After I pass out, you’re not going to go out and cause trouble, are you?” Ye Chen was still worried.

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” they assured him.

“Let’s do it,” Ye Chen suddenly closed his eyes, his face scrunched up. He couldn’t seem to shake off his fear of getting acupuncture.

“We haven’t even started yet, don’t act like you’re going into surgery,” said the Red Demonic Spirit.

“Can you stop dawdling and just do it? If I start going crazy, you’ll know the consequences,” he warned.

The Red Demonic Spirit knew all too well; he had experienced it himself. No ordinary person could control what was unleashed if the Raging Wolves were set loose—the whole ship would be doomed.

“Don’t just feel up my muscles, go touch someone else,” said Ye Chen, growing impatient.

“If I don’t touch a bit, how will I know the correct spots?” said the Black Demonic Spirit.

“Since when is there so much needless chatter,” Ye Chen grumbled. The Red Demonic Spirit’s needles went into both temples, stirring something inside his head, and in a moment, he lost consciousness and was out cold.

“You didn’t prick the wrong spot, did you? Why did he faint all of a sudden?” But by then, Ye Chen could no longer respond.

“Don’t ask. This guy is most afraid of needles. The last time he fainted after just two pricks. This time he’s doing well to withstand seven or eight,” they explained.

“Then hurry up and finish the rest,” said the Black Demonic Spirit, also apprehensive that Ye Chen might have a fit.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door. Thinking it was a patrolling guard, the Black Demonic Spirit quickly put out the fire. As he jumped over, ready to attack, he heard someone shout, “Monkey, I figured it out. That Qian Jiang guy, he’s Iron Chains.”

Realizing it wasn’t an outsider, the Red Demonic Spirit quickly relit the oil lamp.

“Where have you run off to, you sneaky girl? We’ve been looking for you forever,” the Black Demonic Spirit complained loudly.

Nangong Yan flipped back the black cloth covering her face and jumped into the straw pile, only to see a man with his upper body bare, lying on the hay, covered in needles while the Red Demonic Spirit continued to prod and poke. Although she felt a bit flushed, the man’s physique was indeed attractive, and she too couldn’t help but want to touch to see if the muscles were real. She said, “So you three like to play this game, huh?”

“What nonsense are you thinking!”

“What’s wrong with him? You’ve turned him into a porcupine—are you practicing some high-level martial arts?” she asked.

The Red Demonic Spirit chuckled at that and said, “Yes, would you like to try it too? We’re quite willing to do it for you for free,” he said while sizing up Nangong Yan.

Nangong Yan glanced at Ye Chen’s bare torso and, with a slap, exclaimed, “What a bad guy. What’s really happened to him?” She had wanted to return and invite him to deal with Shao Hengjiang.

“He’s got a strange illness. Every month on the fifteenth, when the moon is full, he goes berserk and starts biting people,” said the Red Demonic Spirit, though of course, he couldn’t reveal the truth about the Wolf King.

“What kind of strange illness? I’ve never heard of it.” However, she did find the ring on his neck rather captivating, saying, “That ring is quite attractive.”

“That’s a token of his betrothal; you’re not thinking of wanting it too, are you?”

“When will he wake up?” asked Nangong Yan dejectedly.

“I don’t know about that. He’ll wake up when it’s time,” admitted the Red Demonic Spirit, genuinely unsure.