Trouble Brewing Overseas: Wu Chou

Chapter 388: Trouble Brewing Overseas—Wu Chou

“Demonic Yin Qi!”

Elder Miao and Elder Gu seemed to recognize the black mist. They cried out in alarm.

As if stung by a scorpion, they immediately split apart, darting left and right in an instant.

The black mist did not give chase. Instead, it withdrew back toward the sea surface like a serpent’s tongue, coiling beside the ice-sculpted Koi Infant Beast into a vortex of black wind.

The wind slowed. Beside the beast, three figures emerged—one man and two women.

The man was short, withered, and covered in dark pockmarks. The women were plump and stunning, wearing sleeveless short skirts. All three exuded a chilling, sinister aura.

The two women were only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, but the pockmarked youth—whose cultivation level Han Li could not determine—was clearly a Core Formation cultivator as well.

“Wu Chou! What is the meaning of this? Are you declaring war on the Six Serenity Hall?”

Elder Miao clearly knew the man. He roared in unrestrained fury.

“War? I’m not interested in that. But my grandfather is about to emerge from the seafloor. This Koi Infant Beast’s demon core will serve as my congratulatory gift!” The withered youth raised his chin arrogantly, speaking to the sky.

“Extreme Yin Ancestor is about to emerge?”

The young man’s words startled the two Six Serenity Hall elders into a wary exchange of glances.

The nearby cultivators—Diviner Qing and the others—turned deathly pale at these words. Even the middle-aged Confucian scholar, who had been brimming with pride until now, trembled slightly and showed clear terror.

Han Li watched this unfold and felt a chill in his heart. Just how famous was this “Extreme Yin Ancestor”?

What puzzled him even more was a strange sense of familiarity with the black evil qi on the young man’s body.

After a moment’s thought, he realized it reminded him of the “Blood Refining Divine Light” that Yue Emperor and Qu Hun had practiced. That connection made him think of the Demonic Yin Scripture mentioned in the gray-white qi jade slip.

“Could this Demonic Yin Qi be related to that item?” Han Li wondered.

But before he could dwell on it, Elder Miao could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.

“Wu Chou, don’t speak nonsense! Everyone knows your ancestor has been in seclusion for over a hundred years. Unless he makes a breakthrough, nothing short of a world-shaking event would bring him out. Don’t tell me he reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage in just a century!”

Wu Chou threw his head back and laughed maniacally.

“Hahaha! The Six Serenity Hall is so ignorant! Who told you my ancestor went into seclusion to reach mid-Nascent Soul? He was actually cultivating a supreme demonic art. Now that the art is complete, of course he will emerge.” Wu Chou said smugly.

Elder Miao and Elder Gu were stunned. They did not know whether to believe him.

“Since you know my ancestor’s reputation, I’ll take this Koi Infant Beast. I trust the Six Serenity Hall won’t refuse Extreme Yin Island this face,” Wu Chou added darkly, seeing their hesitation.

Elder Miao’s face paled. Elder Gu’s eyes flickered as he pondered something. Neither spoke.

As for Diviner Qing and the other invited helpers, they instinctively stepped back, clearly not wanting to get involved.

Feng Sanniang frowned, utterly helpless for the moment.

After all, Qu Hun and the others had only agreed to help deal with demonic beasts—they were not subordinates of the Six Serenity Hall.

On the surface, the Six Serenity Hall was at a disadvantage.

Although Elder Miao and Elder Gu were both early Core Formation cultivators, they had expended significant energy driving the borrowed ancient treasures—the Heaven-Parching Halberd—just moments ago. Wu Chou, though also an early Core Formation cultivator, practiced the supreme demonic art of the Chaotic Star Sea—the Demonic Yin Art—making him far superior to ordinary Core Formation cultivators.

Moreover, behind him stood the Extreme Yin Ancestor, a well-known demonic overlord in the Chaotic Star Sea. Who would dare provoke him lightly?

But letting Wu Chou take the Koi Infant Beast away would be a massive loss of face for the Six Serenity Hall. All their effort would be wasted, and they would appear weak—an impression that would harm the hall’s future development.

At this moment, Elder Gu, his disheveled hair falling over his shoulders, moved his lips slightly, conversing secretly with Elder Miao. Their expressions shifted between uncertainty and calculation.

Wu Chou snorted coldly. He strode arrogantly to the fallen Koi Infant Beast, and with a flash of black light, a pitch-black demon blade appeared in his hand.

He raised the blade and chopped off the beast’s strange head. Without hesitation, he began searching the skull. The two women watched the elders in the sky warily.

Seeing this, Feng Sanniang’s expression turned extremely sour.

But since the two guest elders said nothing, she dared not make a move.

Han Li and the others silently watched everything, not daring to speak a word, afraid of drawing trouble.

Soon, Wu Chou pulled a turquoise-blue orb from the beast’s skull. His ugly face lit up with delight.

Then he looked up at the crab pincers and other strange parts on the beast’s four strange hands, a greedy glint flashing across his face.

As he raised his demon blade again, Elder Gu’s voice rang out coldly, stopping him.

“Young Island Lord, for the sake of your ancestor and our hall master’s old acquaintance, you may take the rest of the Koi Infant Beast. But the demon core is something the Six Serenity Hall must obtain. It must stay. Otherwise, we cannot face our hall master.” Elder Gu’s tone was flat, carrying neither anger nor emotion.

Wu Chou sneered. He ignored the warning and struck again, slicing off the beast’s severed hand, which still gripped the blue coral.

Seeing this, Elder Gu showed a trace of anger at first, but then sighed. He seemed somewhat helpless as he suddenly transmitted a message to Wu Chou.

As soon as the words entered Wu Chou’s ears, his raised blade froze in midair. An expression of incredulous shock appeared on his face.

He lowered the blade and could not help but move his own lips, seemingly asking something.

Elder Gu, expressionless, replied with a few more words.

This bizarre scene left Han Li and the others utterly confused.

Elder Miao floated in the air woodenly, acting as if he saw nothing.

“I don’t believe it! Unless you have proof of your identity!” Wu Chou suddenly shook his head, announcing in a cold, loud voice.

Whether intentional or not, he did not use sound transmission. He spoke plainly, allowing Han Li, Feng Sanniang, and everyone else to hear clearly, deepening their confusion.

Elder Gu and Elder Miao’s expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance, then both showed anger.

“Catch this! It will prove our identity!” Elder Gu’s face was like frost as he tossed a black object.

Wu Chou caught it effortlessly.

Curious, Han Li focused his divine sense. Relying on his powerful perception, he clearly saw the object—a black token engraved with a fierce ghost head, faintly radiating black qi. Wu Chou was examining it closely, turning it over.

Han Li’s heart sank. He had a bad feeling.

He quickly glanced left and right and felt a chill.

The others were still staring in shock at the three Core Formation cultivators, but Diviner Qing had turned deathly pale. He was silently retreating, his hands clenched. In moments, he had retreated thirty yards.

When he noticed Han Li staring at him, he first showed surprise, then a bitter smile. Without another word, he turned into a cyan rainbow and fled for his life.

Seeing this, Han Li’s heart plummeted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he slapped his storage pouch, releasing the Divine Wind Boat. He pulled Qu Hun aboard, and the boat transformed into a streak of white light, also fleeing at top speed—toward the unnamed island.

Diviner Qing and Han Li’s bizarre moves stunned the others—Feng Sanniang, the middle-aged scholar, and the rest—who were left bewildered.

Elder Gu and Elder Miao, below, also noticed this. Their expressions turned cold. Elder Gu said darkly:

“I’ll handle the two who fled. You leave the rest for Wu Chou to silence.”

Without waiting for Wu Chou’s agreement, Elder Gu and Elder Miao transformed into two streaks of light, chasing after Han Li and Diviner Qing. In moments, they vanished from sight.

Wu Chou snorted. Though clearly reluctant, he turned his murderous gaze toward the bewildered Feng Sanniang and the others.

“Hmph! You’re out of luck—you heard something you shouldn’t have. Offer me your nascent souls!”

With that, Wu Chou spread his arms.

In an instant, a sky-covering tide of black yin wind surged from his body, rolling toward Feng Sanniang and the others with overwhelming momentum.