That was why nobody was allowed to fight on the ship. Besides, none of them disregarded their own life to such an extent as to start a brawl.
Upon learning all of that, several more cultivators threw themselves off the spirit ship in an attempt to tame a divine turtle in order to ride it.
As soon as they landed atop the beast’s shell, however, it let out a cry before darting across the Night Sea, carrying the cultivators with it. The monstrous, bucking waves caused many of them to fall into the dark waters.
Those who fell in hurriedly climbed back aboard the spirit ship. From the grimace on their faces, it was plain that the waters of the Night Sea indeed contained some form of toxin.
As those few that had fallen into the water did not sustain any serious injuries, the onlookers soon grew relieved.
It would be a glorious thing indeed to be able to tame a divine beast. Many cultivators leaped off the spirit ship, to the point of there being one atop every divine turtle surrounding the ship.
With the cultivators on their backs, the divine turtles zipped across the surface of the ocean, forcing the spirit ship to come to a halt. The man in the eight trigrams robe let out a long sigh at the sight of such a spectacle.
Who knows where we’ll end up if the divine turtles continue to push us along? It would prove fatal if we were to lose our bearings in the Night Sea!
Soon, however, the cultivators climbed back onto the ship, looking disgruntled. None had managed to domesticate the divine turtles.
“Could you tame a divine turtle, Jared?” Quinley asked him, blinking as she did so. Jared felt his heart melt upon hearing her address him in such a coy tone in front of Zordey.
Quinley was usually cold and curt. The frosty aura she emanated kept most people at bay. With Jared, however, she became a demure woman. Since I have chosen to follow him, I must do everything in my power to please him.
“I’m not sure.” Jared shook his head. He was unsure if he could tame a divine turtle. After all, he had never attempted to.
Though he emanated the aura of the beast race, the divine turtles were different from the demon beasts. He did not know if his aura would have any effect on them.
“You’re all useless. Stand aside!”
Following that derisive bellow, Montane Daemon started forward, his black cape whipping in his wake. The crowd hastily made way. Zordey’s expression turned unpleasant at the sight of the old man.
He’s the one who slapped two of my guards and a servant to death at the dock. Puzzled by Zordey’s expression, Jared asked, “Are you still afraid of that old man? I don’t recall you speaking up at the dock when he killed your people.”
Hearing that, Zordey was displeased and let out a snort. “Hmph! Why would I be afraid of him? The Zupakie family fears no one around these parts. I was only unwilling to act at the dock to prevent delaying our setting sail. Once we return to shore, I’m going to take that old man’s life!”
Zordey was not going to let Quinley witness his fear.
However, Montane Daemon seemed to have heard him as he whipped around to regard Zordey. The harrowing gleam in the old man’s eyes sent a shiver down Zordey’s spine when they locked gazes. In an instant, his brow was drenched with sweat.
However, Montane Daemon did not say a word. Instead, he leaped off the spirit ship. Only when Montane Daemon was safely off the ship did Zordey dare mop his brow.
“Who the hell is that old man to have frightened you so much?” Jared asked Zordey with a grin.
Abandoning all pretense, Zordey explained, “That old man is Montane Daemon. Elusive and impossible to predict, the only thing we know about him is his extreme cruelty. I also heard he eats the hearts of children.”
