Chapter 730: Chapter 19 Li Jiang Chapter 730: Chapter 19 Li Jiang South Seas seabed…

Yan Gong’s gigantic squid head approached Li Yan and Saint Watson.

It looked down at the two tiny specks that were the humans below, its six jet-black eyeballs swirling round and round. Its scattered golden tentacles waved incessantly in the sea water.

“Is it hungry?”

Watson muttered to Li Yan beside him.

After a short while, Yan Gong extended a tentacle to press against the golden crystal wall, flicked it to the right, and the water bubble that imprisoned the two men started to spin.

At first, the bubble spinned slowly and the two only felt a slight tilt to their bodies, but within a few breaths, the scenery outside the bubble swirled like a scene from a Western film.

“Damn it.”

Watson sensed something was wrong. His body quickly couldn’t withstand the spinning and he had to cling to the seaweed beside him to avoid being flung into the air.

Li Yan, on the other hand, remained motionless, just holding onto the crystal wall with both hands.

The surrounding heaps of oddly shaped skeletons trembled, emitting a metallic, peculiar melody. The tune was solemn and heavy, similar to a set of bells or chimes.

The bubble spun more and more rapidly, the moisture, mud, and seaweed inside shattered and decomposed. Had there been ordinary people caught in it, they would have likely been torn apart. Watson’s hand slipped and he was about to be thrown out when a cold chill overcame him; Li Yan grabbed Watson’s neck with one hand, both of them freezing tightly against the crystal wall.

His eyes tightly shut, the bubble was now filled with cutting winds, and even with Li Yan’s physical condition, he dared not open his eyes rashly.

The heavy skeletons inside the bubble danced in the air, creating bursts of clashing sounds,
At that moment, a continuous thread of chanting could be heard:
“Swallow boats in the abyss, waves as high as Penglai.”

“As immortals part the clouds, only golden and silver platforms are seen.”

The sound of metal intensified, the singing became more melodious, with a hundred or so lines in total, taking about more than ten minutes before it ceased.

It turned out that the bone-chilling white skeletons within the bubble were used by Yan Gong as instruments for its singing accompaniment. Just as Yan Gong finished its singing session, the golden bubble finally slowed to a stop.

Watson staggered a few steps, his throat heaving, but nothing came out and he collapsed, unconscious.

Li Yan shook his head and seemed to be alright, but his complexion wasn’t good.

“Little water official, do you wish to die or to live?”

A deep, raspy voice pierced Li Yan’s eardrums.

Li Yan looked up first, Yan Gong’s six eyes were all fixed on him. Since Saint Watson had fainted, the comment was naturally addressed to Li Yan himself.

Yan Gong (Li Jiang)
Category: Mythological Creature
During King Zhao of Zhou’s eastern expedition, there was a great demon at sea named Li who, having made meritorious deeds in helping King Zhao suppress a rebellion, was granted the title of Eastern Sea Yan Marquis.

During King Zhuang of Zhou’s reign, the Yan Marquis Li coerced the ruler of Qi Country, Xiao Bai, to become his sworn brother and called himself Li Jiang. After Qi Country was destroyed by Qin State, Li Jiang self-styled as Yan Gong and wreaked havoc in the Eastern Sea for over a thousand years.

In the Southern Song due to its brutality and countless atrocities committed against the people, it was tricked by Mazu of that time and was confined to the Heavenly Mother Palace for life.

Threat Level: Black
Li Yan’s expression remained unchanged as he replied, “How should I say if I wish to die? And how should I speak if I wish to live?”

“Easy to discuss. I see you have some skills. If you want to save your life, then acknowledge me as your godmother. Also, hand over a soul from your Niwan Palace as an act of filial piety, and you shall have your benefits.”

Fearing that Li Yan wouldn’t agree, Li Jiang (the demon) followed up the threat with a temptation, “Just so you know, I was personally conferred by King Zhao of Zhou as the Marquis of Yan, and I am the sworn sister of Duke Huan of Qi, Xiao Bai. By becoming my godson, you will not be disgraced. Others will even respectfully address you as the descendant of the Qi Country’s nobility.

By the way, what’s your name?”

“Li Yan.”

Li Yan answered subconsciously.

“From today onwards, you shall be known as Jiang Yan. I see your water energy is mixed and your vital blood weak, without a trace of grandeur that the Water Palace should possess. You resemble nothing more than a wild pond, probably lacking even the qualifications to be an officially sanctioned demon. If you become my godchild, I will lend you one of the Seven-Star Precious Pagoda beads for you to use. Aren’t you going to kneel and acknowledge me as your mother?”

Before Li Yan could speak, the voice of Earth Endurance reached his ears.

Yan Gong (Li Jiang) intends to lend one-seventh of the Seven-Star Precious Pagoda to you for a period of two hundred years, in exchange for one of your Gu Huo Bird, Wu Zhiqi, Yun Zhongjun, or any other Yan Fu Heritage. And a sliver of a Heavenly Jiazi Nine blood relative.

[Seven-Star Precious Pagoda] is a manifestation of Yan Gong’s (Li Jiang) thousands of years of cultivation, a top-notch artifact of the Water Lord Palace packed with treasures and brimming with powerful demons.

During the lease period, you will be promoted directly to a Six Ministries Walker and gain partial rights to use the Seven-Star Precious Pagoda.

Yan Fu Walker, please be aware! Yan Fu Walker, please be aware! By virtue of the Heavenly Jiazi Nine blood relative and the Yan Fu Heritage, Li Jiang will have an unstable ability to traverse through the Yan Fu Fruit.

After hearing this, Li Yan laughed in anger.

“What, you’re unwilling? Are you not afraid of death?”

Li Jiang made her move, creating ripples in the surrounding water.

“If you kill me, don’t you realize you might be trapped here even longer?”

Li Jiang’s six eyes narrowed simultaneously: “Have you lost your mind? Who could possibly confine me?”

“It took you over a thousand years just to drink the third cup. With seven more to go, do you really want to drink for another two thousand years?”

Li Yan asked leisurely.

When her secret was exposed, Li Jiang’s anger became uncontainable, her immense authority bearing down like a thousand catties.

“Who told you? Was it that old fart Lu? What did he tell you?!”

Trapped and surrounded, Li Yan showed no sign of weakness. Seeing Yan Gong’s anger, he burst into hearty laughter and took out a Japanese Copper Coin: “Why not consider my terms? You’ve seen this copper coin before. If you wish to escape this torment, come into this coin just like last time, no need for sneaking around. If you are willing to serve me as the Water Lord, I will naturally take you away. What do you say to that?”

Li Jiang didn’t get angry but merely stared sinisterly at Li Yan. After a long while, she sneered coldly and drifted off to sleep on her own.

“You have already wasted thousands of years of prime time. Now I stand before you; you should consider this carefully, as this might be your only chance in this life.”

Li Yan’s mouth was merciless, but his heart was somewhat anxious.

Being trapped in the Seven-Star Precious Pagoda was an unforeseen event. The expedition from Lantau Island had been dangerous from the start, and at this crucial time, the Red Flag Gang could not do without him seated in command. If he were to waste a year and a half here, the East India Company and the officials would have long since dismembered the Red Flag, leaving Li Yan to regret it too late.

As for this Li Jiang, she needed something from him, so now was the time for sky-high demands and settling for less.

The titles of godmother and godchild were of secondary importance, but handing over a Yan Fu Heritage to the other party was something Li Yan utterly refused to do. He could not afford to show his weakness.

After about fifty or sixty thousand heartbeats, Saint Watson finally awoke leisurely.

He let out a painful scream, his eyes bloodshot, apparently not yet recovered from the severe turmoil he’d endured.

“Are you awake?”

Li Yan glanced at him.

It was then that Saint Watson remembered what had just happened. If not for Li Yan’s helping hand, even if Saint Watson had not died, he would have remained here forever as mincemeat.

“Hey, kid, how about we team up?”

With his head in his hands, Saint Watson said, “I have a way to break this huge water bubble, and you could use the move you used on me to butcher him.”

Qilian Swordsmanship only extends three feet and is effective solely on human bodies. Li Yan shook his head: “That move is the wrath of God, ineffective against those with normal sexual orientation. Do you think this giant squid is homosexual?”

Li Yan began to match the pace of the unscrupulous old man’s language.

“Darn it~”
Enraged, Saint Watson cursed loudly.