Chapter 519 - 233: Uninvited Guest

Chapter 519: Chapter 233: Uninvited Guest

Besides the ship’s captain, there were quite a few other passengers present.

Most of them were not ordinary folk. They were either merchants who traveled far and wide, or seafaring Rangers who roamed from place to place.

The latter, seeing the raiders plundering, immediately drew their blades and rushed forward.

The merchants, however, took a step back, letting their guards block the way. They intended to wait and see how things developed; playing it safe was the best approach.

If the captain and these Rangers could repel the band of raiders, that would be for the best.

If not, they would just have to part with their wealth to avoid disaster.

They were unwilling to get involved unless it was the absolute last resort.

Just as the situation descended into chaos, the cheerful, laughing voice of an old Daoist suddenly rang out:

"Amitabha Buddha!"

As his voice fell, the old Daoist tapped his toes on the deck and launched himself into the air.

With a sweep of the Duster in his hand, streaks of white light shot out like lightning.

A series of blood-curdling screams immediately followed. The charging raiders cried out in agony and tumbled to the ground.

This left everyone who was fighting the raiders completely stunned.

They looked up to see that the old Daoist, who had just been a picture of slovenly nonchalance, now possessed a solemn and dignified air.

Even his tattered Daoist robes seemed to carry an otherworldly, immortal-like aura.

He didn’t land immediately. Instead, he twisted in mid-air and, with a flash, rushed over to the enemy’s ship.

The Duster in his hand lashed out wantonly like a whip.

Every raider who rushed him was either knocked unconscious or beaten to death.

Even the leader of the group couldn’t withstand three moves from the old Daoist before being beaten to his knees, begging for mercy.

The old Daoist ignored him and waved to the ship’s captain.

"I’ve saved you from a bloody disaster this time. Is that enough to cover my passage fee?"

"It is!"

The captain’s face was flushed with excitement.

"Senior, your skills are phenomenal! I was blind and failed to recognize a true master. Had I known you were here, I would have treated you as a guest of honor from the very beginning."

"Hahaha."

The old Daoist let out a hearty laugh.

"You can deal with the people here as you see fit. This Daoist Master only has one piece of advice for you..."

"Please, Senior, speak."

"Eradicate all evil."

As he said this, the old Daoist had already flown back to their ship.

The captain was stunned. He had been told he could deal with them as he saw fit... but the advice was to "eradicate all evil."

’What room does that leave for "dealing with them"?’

’In other words, he wants me to kill them all, doesn’t he?’

Of course, the captain had no qualms about such a task. He had sailed the seas for many years and seen plenty of action. This gang of raiders hadn’t hailed them or announced their intentions; they were clearly here to kill. He understood better than anyone what would have happened if they had succeeded.

He had been incredibly lucky today. If the old Daoist hadn’t been on board, the outcome would have been uncertain.

He could tell from the brief exchange just now that the raider leader’s Martial Arts were far superior to his own.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, he nodded repeatedly.

"I understand."

He finished speaking and immediately led his men over, cutting down all the raiders the old Daoist had knocked to the ground, including those begging for their lives.

And just like that, the crisis was averted.

After this battle, the old Daoist’s status on the ship naturally skyrocketed.

Fang Shuwen chuckled softly. ’This old Daoist’s views on raiders are just like mine.’

’Tolerating evil is no different from murder. It serves no purpose other than to indulge one’s own hypocrisy.’

’So when facing people like this, you kill who you must, and you annihilate who you must.’

’The heavens may have a virtue of cherishing life, but that doesn’t apply to this kind of person.’

With that, the excitement was over. The captain had gained a large ship for free, and after plundering it, he no longer mentioned collecting passage fees from the people on board.

After all, when the raiders attacked, quite a few people had stepped up to help.

Now that they had forged a bond through shared hardship, it would be inappropriate to bring up such a paltry sum.

Seeing there was no more excitement to watch, Fang Shuwen led Zuo Xuan and the others back to their cabin.

The others also returned to their own quarters, so the ship was rather peaceful during the day.

However, sounds of excited shouting and hollering could still be heard from outside.

「Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was midnight.」

Fang Shuwen, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

He heard the sound of something slicing through the water. It seemed a boat was approaching.

The boat wasn’t large, but it was fast.

He listened closely and heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

Someone had landed on the deck.

There was more than one person. One of them landed on the mast.

Fang Shuwen’s brow twitched slightly.

After a moment of contemplation, he stood up and quietly slipped out of the cabin.

He hid in the shadows to observe the situation.

At the same time, the old Daoist from earlier also noticed the commotion on the ship.

After the day’s events, the ship’s captain had made the old Daoist a guest of honor, so he was staying in the best quarters.

Hearing the disturbance, his reaction was the swiftest.

He called out:

"Amitabha Buddha... This Daoist Master had just fallen asleep. Why must you all disturb my sweet dreams?"

The moment he finished speaking, several dark figures surrounded him.

The person on the mast spoke in a cold voice:

"Were you the one who killed our men during the day?"

The old Daoist whipped his head around, as if he had only just noticed someone on the mast.

Just then, the person on the mast flew down. He jabbed a finger forward, unleashing a dark gleam of light. The old Daoist swept his Duster, thrusting it like a sword.

The moment the two attacks collided, the old Daoist’s expression changed dramatically.

A series of HISSING sounds followed as the white threads of the Duster withered away inch by inch. The entire Duster was blasted to pieces.

The old Daoist staggered backward, his stance broken. The black-clad man suddenly changed his finger jab into a palm strike, pressing it against the Daoist’s chest.