Chapter 45: The Quiet Man's Rampage, The Curse of Qilin Town (Fourth Update)

"Roar—!"

All nine swords let out a simultaneous roar. Though they had never heard it before, the name of a mythical beast instinctively surfaced in everyone's minds—the Qilin!

"Die!"

With a furious shout, the Water Monkey King, stunned by the Qilin's phantom, was instantly decapitated, a gaping hole blasted through its chest, dead as dead could be.

Two more of the eight Water Monkey Kings were down.

The pressure lessened significantly.

Seeing this, the Younger Brother seized the momentum in a single breath. Spotting an opening, he shot into the air once again, and with a heavy, powerful strike, he cleaved a Water Monkey King straight in half!

He landed without the slightest hesitation, hurling the Black Gold Ancient Dao fiercely. Like a boomerang, the blade carved an arc through the air, directly severing the legs of a charging Water Monkey King and sending it crashing to the ground.

"Younger Brother! Leave this one to me!" Fatso grinned widely at the sight, calling out to Wu Tianzhen as the two of them rushed forward, armed with military entrenching tools.

Yet the very next second, they froze.

True, the Water Monkey King had lost its legs, but it still had its arms!

Good grief, pushing off the ground with its hands, it could leap several meters high in a single bound, leaving both Fatso and Wu Tianzhen dumbfounded.

"Tianzhen, what do you think if we drag this thing out, wrap it up nicely, and enter it into some competition?" Fatso said helplessly.

He wanted to help, but he realized he couldn't be of any use at all.

Seeing this, Wu Yu smiled and directed the Chengying sword to transform into a blur, instantly severing the Water Monkey King's arms as well.

"Master Yu is righteous!" Fatso was genuinely delighted now. "Jump now, will you? Thought you could bully Fat爷 just because I couldn't reach you!"

With the entrenching tool hammering down blow after blow, he and Wu Tianzhen battered the creature until they were both gasping for breath, finally smashing its head into a pulp.

"As expected, Tianzhen, this stuff isn't meant for ordinary humans to play with!" Fatso panted heavily. "We'd better leave it to these two inhuman guys!"

"Its hide is way too thick!" Tianzhen panted, leaning against the ground. "Do you think if I also get a weapon as awesome as that one, things will be much better?"

"Didn't you say that even if Master Yu let you use his sword, you wouldn't even be able to pull it out?" Fatso asked curiously.

"In the future! Who knows if my Third Uncle still has treasures hidden away!" Tianzhen awkwardly explained.

"Oh, so you're plotting against your Third Uncle! Well, that's only right!" Fatso chuckled upon hearing this.

Eliminating the remaining Water Monkey Kings was merely a matter of time. However, after slaying two more, Wu Yu's internal energy was once again completely exhausted. Furthermore, due to the forbidden drug he had injected, he suddenly tumbled straight off the zither case.

"Master Yu!"

"Young Brother!"

Fatso and Tianzhen cried out in alarm at the sight.

Seeing this, the Younger Brother, who was currently fighting a Water Monkey King, felt a terrifying surge of power erupt once again from his already fatigued body. His entire aura turned fiercely manic, his blood boiled, and the Qilin tattoo suddenly flared to life.

"Die!"

His figure moved like a ghost. The two Water Monkey Kings turned to paper beneath his blade, sliced into quarters and instantly killed.

"Pfft!"

Unable to hold it back, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. After catching his breath, the Younger Brother hurried over to Wu Yu's side.

"How is he?"

"I don't know, it looks really bad!" Tianzhen stared at Wu Yu, his brow tightly furrowed.

"Let me," the Younger Brother said, stripping off Wu Yu's upper garments and turning him face down.

In an instant, that eerie, malevolent, and sinister eye appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Hiss!" Fatso and Tianzhen drew in sharp breaths simultaneously. For some inexplicable reason, every time he laid eyes on this eye, Wu Tianzhen felt an ominous premonition grip his heart.

The Younger Brother looked at the eye with unprecedented solemnity. Beneath his gaze, the patterns of the eye and the surrounding binding shackles clearly showed signs of snapping and cracking!

Without a doubt, this was likely one of the root causes.

With that thought, the Younger Brother had no time to hesitate. He slashed open his palm, the bone-deep wound finally allowing fresh blood to drip down.

The recent battle—especially the formidable attack unleashed at the end by burning his vital essence—had instantly plunged the Younger Brother into a state of "severe blood loss."

Even so, the Younger Brother resolutely chose the fastest and most direct method to save Wu Yu.

With a fierce slap, he slammed his bleeding palm directly onto the eye.

Though seemingly nothing happened, both the Younger Brother, Fatso, and Tianzhen heard what sounded like a piercing, shrill shriek echoing in their ears—a sound so heart-wrenching it stirred an involuntary trace of pity.

Yet the Younger Brother's hand did not budge an inch, as if this agonizing scream could not distract him in the slightest.

Moreover, his fingers kept kneading and pressing, as though trying to grip something intangible within the void. Staring intently and solemnly at the center of his palm, he ultimately failed.

Feeling the growing weakness within his body, the Younger Brother used his final ounce of strength to look at Fatso and Tianzhen. "Before both of us wake up, do not touch anything here, and do not leave this grand hall!"

"Alright, alright, alright! We understand!" The two nodded rapidly, but the Younger Brother didn't wait for their reply before collapsing unconscious.

"Tianzhen... both of these divine beings have fallen!"

After a long silence, Fatso swallowed hard and sighed with emotion.

"This eye... what on earth is it?" At this moment, Wu Tianzhen's curiosity regarding the eye on Wu Yu's back flared intensely.

Clearly, this was by no means the special tattoo from some rebellious adolescent phase that Wu Yu had claimed it to be.

Yet, unable to suppress his curiosity about what this thing truly was, he reached out a hand, wanting to touch and feel it.

Noticing this, Fatso frowned and hurriedly pulled Wu Tianzhen's hand back. "My intuition tells me you'd better not do that!"

"Tianzhen, a person can have curiosity, but when certain curiosities flare up, you'd better gauge the situation. Both of these guys have collapsed here; if something happens to you too, I won't be able to handle it!" Fatso voiced his growing anxiety.

Although his own hands were prone to mischief, Wu Tianzhen's curiosity was clearly no less than his own. Come to think of it, the two of them were truly cut from the same cloth—neither had any room to mock the other.

No wonder the two of them clicked so well.

Next came two full days and nights during which neither Wu Yu nor the Younger Brother showed any signs of waking up.

"I say... Tianzhen," Fatso muttered, lying motionless on the ground. "We're down to our very last bag of rations."

"Do you think... those water monkeys are edible?"

"Fatso, if you have the energy to talk nonsense, you'd better use it to conserve your strength instead," Wu Tianzhen replied weakly, leaning against the wall.

"Aiyoyo, if these two masters don't wake up soon, my legendary reputation as Fat爷 is going to be ruined!" Fatso sighed.

"Heh, then you've lived a good life, Fatso! This is an undersea tomb after all—a burial site chosen by Wang Canghai, a grandmaster of Fengshui. It's an absolute treasure trove of geomancy!" Wu Tianzhen joked dryly. "Though there is one thing we really need to pay attention to now. Not only must we mind our rations, but we also have to ration our breathing! I can feel that the air in here right now is probably less than a third of what it was when we first came in!"

(End of this chapter)