Astral Apostle
/ Astral Apostle Chapter 403 – End of Events (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The water dragon swept across the river, and the ships turned around to retreat.
Zhou Jing flew to the side, avoiding the tornado. The veins on his forehead throbbed and felt a little painful. This was a sign that his mental strength had been greatly exhausted.
“The elements in this world are restless and active. As expected, it's easy to have a chain reaction…”
Zhou Jing exhaled and rubbed his temples to relieve his fatigue.
This time, he also had the intention to test it out. He summoned the wind with all his might, causing it to spin and surge. He exerted his strength beyond the critical point, triggering more wind elements that had yet to be combined with his mental strength to form this water tornado that far exceeded his true strength.
The wind speed of this tornado was quite fast. After escaping the control of his mental strength, it was difficult for Zhou Jing to stop it. In fact, if he got too close, he would be swept in and suffer damage as well. He could only let it dissipate naturally.
This time, it was not only to capture people, but also to deliberately create a big scene. Seeing that most of the ships had been forced back to the port, Zhou Jing calmed down.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that one of the small boats was still sailing forward. It was as if it had been sucked over by a vortex stirred up by a waterspout and had lost control.
Zhou Jing looked over and saw a man and a woman steering the ship in panic. One was an old boatman, and the other was a sallow and thin woman. They seemed to be a couple, and their bodies were stained with a light evil aura, as if they both had been implicated as well.
He immediately flew over and landed at the bow of the ship. He casually shook out a gust of wind to stabilize the ship.
“Don't go forward. Go back to the docks.”
Zhou Jing said casually as he sized up the couple.
The ferryman stood there, as though stunned and did not respond.
As for the woman, she subconsciously trembled and cowered, as if she was quite afraid of him.
“We won't dare to disobey the daoist.”
The woman quickly replied in a hoarse voice. She turned around and called for the boatman before hurriedly turning the boat around.
Zhou Jing frowned slightly, feeling that these two were a little strange.
He turned to look at the pier and saw a dark crowd watching from the shore. There was an uproar, and many people had knelt on the ground in worship.
The other people on the returning ships did not forget to look at him in shock even as they steered the ship back.
Zhou Jing turned around and sized up the couple on the small boat again. He realized that the boatman did not show any reaction when he saw him. He just drove the boat and pretended that he did not exist.
As for the woman, she seemed to be trying her best to calm down. She was flustered and could not hide her unfamiliarity.
Zhou Jing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the woman's arm.
“W-What are you doing?!”
The woman was shocked and wanted to pull her hand out, but she realized that Zhou Jing's palm was like an iron hoop.
Zhou Jing looked at her calloused palm and looked at her once more before he started laughing,
“Mei Zhanqing, your disguise is indeed extraordinary. I actually didn't recognize you at first glance.”
He did not expect to find it so easily after wearing out all his options. This small boat had revealed its flaws, and he had come over to investigate. He had directly found the person in question, saving him the trouble of carefully checking the other ships.
Mei Zhanqing, who was pretending to be a wide, felt her heart sink completely. She refused to give up and said, “I don't know what you mean, Perfected One. Please respect yourself.”
Zhou Jing shook his head and suddenly twisted his hand, breaking her arm.
Crack!
Mei Zhanqingng did not expect Zhou Jing to be so decisive. She immediately screamed and fell while hugging her fractured arm.
She could not be bothered to say anything else. She struggled to get off the deck and into the water, wanting to escape again.
At this moment, Zhou Jing waved his sleeve and swept up a gust of wind, lifting Mei Zhanqing up. Then, he slapped her heavily down on the deck and broke a few more of her bones.
Mei Zhanqing screamed in pain once more and stopped pretending. She stared at Zhou Jing angrily, “Ling Fengzi! I have no grudge against you. Are you really going to kill me?!”
Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows, “Isn't there a grudge now?”
Mei Zhanqing gritted his teeth,
“Back then, I went to visit you because I wanted to gift you a fortune. The current world is chaotic, and the government is weak. The Emperor likes to achieve great things and go against the flow. This Great Xia Royal Court is filled with flowers and flames. It's the time for us cultivators to fight for wealth! The Emperor comes to his side residence here every year. You have divine powers, and I have charm techniques. Wouldn't it be good for us to work together to bewitch the Emperor! If you let me go, we can join forces and obtain power!”
She had yet to give up, because there was no one else on the ship at this moment. She told Zhou Jing her entire plan back then, wanting to try her best to convince Zhou Jing to let her live.
When Zhou Jing heard this, his expression turned a little strange.
What was this person… fantasizing?
Although he had similar thoughts… What capital did he have? What capital did she have? No matter how he looked at it, he did not need her. He would not gain much from this cooperation. Instead, he would plant a time bomb beside him.
You want to lean against me for backing, yet you still have the cheek to say that you'll give me wealth… You're dreaming!
“Ridiculous. How can I collude with a demoness like you?”
Zhou Jing immediately rejected her sternly.
Seeing this, Mei Zhanqing knew that she had no chance of survival left. She could only spit out resentfully, “Ling Fengzi! Your cultivation is profound. Having fallen in your hands, I have nothing to say. I'll leave first and wait for you in the netherworld!”
“Then take your time there.”
Zhou Jing casually slapped Mei Zhanqing unconscious.
He looked at the stunned boatman beside him and frowned. After checking for a while, he realized that this person's brain was damaged and he did not have long to live. He had probably been hit by Mei Zhanqing's spell.
“… Such an unlucky person.”
Zhou Jing shook his head and controlled the wind to push the boat, making it fly straight to the docks like an arrow.
Since he had nothing to do, he went into the cabin to search and found the bag that Mei Zhanqing had left hidden.
Chapter end
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