Chapter 298: When Want Exceeds Supply

Chapter 298: When Want Exceeds Supply

“... I was a free soul who toured every walk of life, followed my heart, and changed the world as I pleased...”

“Ugh... my head hurts!”

At an unfamiliar pace, Ye Qing mumbled in his dreams before a spike of pain jolted him awake. His head felt full and painful like someone had shoved a pail of shit into his brain.

“Where am I? I was...” Ye Qing shook his head left and right when his last memory hit him like a train. He immediately jumped to his feet and examined his surroundings warily.

“I’m... at the foot of the Mountain of Demons?!” Ye Qing watched his environment carefully. He vaguely recognized it, but a certain floating mountain was conspicuously missing.

“Where is... oh. It’s daytime already.”

Ye Qing was still feeling a little slow and dizzy. It took him a while before he finally recalled Hong Jianglong mentioning that the Mountain of Demons only appeared during nighttime. That was why it was missing right now.

“But I was inside the Guixu, wasn’t I? How did I get here?” Ye Qing muttered with a frown. When he looked around and found no danger, he sat back down on the ground and slowly sorted out his discombobulated memories.

“Was it him...?”

Ye Qing eventually recalled his final memory; a devilishly handsome man touching him on the forehead and knocking him out as a result. As soon as he did this, an indescribable melody of Dao began playing in his head, and a black lotus descended from above.

The black lotus had nine petals. As it bloomed, a sense of sublime profoundness enveloped Ye Qing, and the air of Dao was everywhere. It was like the black lotus was the culmination of all arts and Daos there were.

Ye Qing blanked out, and a pair of black lotuses appeared in his eyes. As the melody of Dao continued to play not just in his head, but also the outside world, the images of countless gods and demons appeared one after another.

......

“Deaf! Deaf! I think I heard something from over there!”

Not far away from Ye Qing, an old, decrepit woman slowly brought a hand to her ear and kicked an equally old man beside her. “What a beautiful melody it is! It’s like the sound of Dao itself!”

The old man next to her was currently crouching next to a body and clutching a human heart. He was taking bites out of it with an intoxicated expression like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

When he felt the old woman’s kick, he turned around to face her, grinned, and handed the heart over, asking, “What’s wrong, Blind? Do you want to have a taste?”

“No I don’t, you glutton! Look over there!” The old woman kicked him again before pointing at the distance.

The guy looked at the direction she was pointing, and a second set of pupils abruptly appeared inside his pupils. “Oh, so that’s what you mean.”

Suddenly, he grew excited. “What a marvelous phenomenon! Is it the birth of a treasure? Let’s head over and take a look, Blind!”

“Let’s. It would be terrible if someone gets ahead of us!” The old woman chirped just as excitedly before bounding in Ye Qing’s direction.

......

“Must you press me so over a Nature’s Shell?”

At a forest, a blood-soaked man was shooting a rather weak threat at his three pursuers.

“Excuse me? You just happened to be the one we ran into while we’re cleaning out this place, Black Fox! Do you really think that someone like you deserves our attention?” The thin man among the trio retorted.

The thin man barely counted as a human, really. In fact, all three of them were like this. It was because their eyes were completely red, the ears were sharp and pointy, their face was covered in yellow fur, and their nails were far longer than what you might see on an average human. Frankly, they looked more like a dog than a human.

“This one’s face is too round...”

“This one’s nose is too flat...”

“Heavens, why are there so many wrinkles!?”

“This one doesn’t have double eyelids...”

“This one’s eyebrows are too short...”

It was like she was the most nitpicky woman in the entire world. Objectively speaking, none of the faces she wore was ugly, but there was always something that she was dissatisfied about.

A long time later, the woman finally found a face that she was okay with, but even then she couldn’t stop complaining, “Sigh. A dead person’s face just isn't as lively as a living person’s face. I should pick my faces from living people only from now on!”

Suddenly, the woman looked in a certain direction and exclaimed in surprise and excitement, “What is that? I see gods and demons, and hear the melody of Dao. It must be the birth of a treasure!”

“I was so sad I couldn’t get anything last night, but it looks like my fortune is turning around!”

“Wait for me, dearie!”

......

“The heck? It’s not a treasure.”

When Deaf arrived at the scene, he was both surprised and disappointed to find that the so-called treasure was really a man.

“You said it was a treasure!” Blind kicked him in the leg when she heard this.

“The illusions and Dao melody are definitely coming from him though,” Deaf replied.

“Wait...” The old woman suddenly recalled something and exclaimed in pleasant surprise, “Maybe he’s one of the people who entered the Mountain of Demons, and he’s currently absorbing the inheritance of a martial champion!”

“It’s very possible!” The man was also brimming with delight. “Hahaha! Our fortune has turned around, Blind! Once we steal his inheritance, we’ll become famous warriors of the jianghu! Hahahaha!”

“Blind, Deaf, you were nearby?”

It was at this moment a beautiful woman entered the scene. She was sashaying, but that didn’t stop her from reaching Deaf and Blind in the blink of an eye.

‘“Skin Painter’ Chen Xiaojiao? Why are you here?” Deaf immediately eyed her warily.

“The better question is, why not?” Chen Xiaojiao giggled. “Don’t you know that sharing is caring?”

“Well said!” Chen Xiaojiao had just finished when the Three Lunatics of Mo Bei showed up. “We want a cut of the pie as well.”

The Three Lunatics of Mo Bei were insane, but they weren’t stupid. If Chen Xiaojiao, Deaf and Blind were weaker than them, they would’ve just killed them all and claimed the inheritance for themselves.

“Hmph! I don’t remember leaving three mad hounds to call the shots!”

The Three Lunatics of Mo Bei had just finished talking when a man wielding a bloody spear and overflowing with bloodthirst stepped in.

“‘Blood Spear’ Mu Zheng!?”

Everyone grew nervous when the man entered the fray. There was a cute little proverb that went something like this: One monk would shoulder two buckets of water, two monks would share the load, but add a third and no one would want to fetch water. The moral of the story was very simple: when the want exceeded the supply, problems were bound to happen, not to mention that there were more than three people present at the scene right now.

At this point, the question became: was there even enough water for everyone?