<h4>Chapter 216: Mori Ranmaru</h4>


    There was no response.


    “The City of Salvation’s phantom market.”


    Mount Monarch?


    It was located just outside the city.


    “The government has taken charge of the phantom markets, and every phantom market would have their fair share of guards on patrol.” Qin Ye responded withoutmitting to an answer, “Perhaps you can enter the City of Salvation instead. It’s too difficult for me to head out right now.”


    He paused, and then continued, “If you dally any longer, you might just miss out on the uing major auction.”


    “Although I don’t quite know what’s going on, something must have happened over thest few days… but it’s no use specting just what it was. I should at least try and make the trip down to meet him. That said… how am I supposed to do that?”


    Qin Ye instantly felt goosebumps all over his body. Ahhhhhhh… does this mean Prince Lordaeron has finally unlocked the storyline of ptial affairs… She''s gone straight from a newbie, to an addict, and into the realms of a copse of the mind… to think that she''s even begun to roley as a royal subject…


    "Naturally." Arthis turned Qin Ye around, ced both hands on his cheeks, locked eyes with him, and then muttered softly, "The purpose of my existence is to warm Your Majesty''s bedlinen. That way, I will forever have the favour of Hell and be blessed with good health and prosperity."


    Arthis chuckled heartily, "Since it''s so difficult for you, why don''t you… entrust everything to me and let me bring it safely to the phantom market on your behalf? Then, you can sincerely beg me to ept a small token of gratitude, and I''ll graciously ept the phoenix seal… Do consider my proposition and let me know if this is an offer you can ept?"


    Do you really think it''s proper for a silicone doll to be walking around a public cemetery in the middle of the night, and even attempting to negotiate with other humans? Are you sure you''re not thinking of a murder plot instead? You''re going to give everyone at the cemetery a heart attack!


    There was a reason why alcohol was often called liquid courage.


    One secondter, a loud bang from a particr instructor''s dorm room startled all the students who were sound asleep. They immediately sat up from their beds and rubbed their eyes, "What''s going on?" "Another emergency drill?" " What happened?"


    Meanwhile, in Yan Capital, Master Bai closed the webpage and shut his eyes.


    Furthermore, he was currently at the airport.


    “How much longer is it till the flight…” Master Bai asked. His voice was hoarse and slightly drifty, and he shivered slightly, findingfort and security in the protection of the two men beside him.


    Master Bai didn’t feel reassured at all. He ran his fingers through his hair in desperation. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gnashed his teeth, “I shouldn’t… I really shouldn’t… but there’s no way I can remain here any longer! That bowl… that bowl is the devil…”


    He hunched over subconsciously. The dense human traffic in the airport didn’t give him any sense of security at all. He rested his elbow on his thighs and buried his head into his hands as he trembled uncontrobly.


    T-t-t-t-t… His teeth began to chatter incessantly. It was because… everything around him had suddenly be muted.


    It was a suffocating terror, and a palpable murderous intent.


    It’s here… it’s here!


    Tap… tap… These were the kinds of sounds that had been driving him crazy over thest few days - dry and mundane, and yet deafening at the same time. Master Bai’s hair stood on end. From his hunched position, he could tell that the two men beside him still remained stationary. He, on the other hand… didn’t even dare to lift his head.


    “Somebody, save me… I won’t want to die… HELP!!!”


    The ippon geta was a type of Nipponese wooden clog. One of the main traits that distinguished the ippon geta from the traditional wooden clogs was the fact that it only had a single centered tooth, somewhat simr to the traditional Cathayan stilts.


    The floor of the Yan Capital airport was bright and shiny. In fact, it was so well-polished that one could see the reflection of the lights above in the ground.


    It’s right on your back! It’s leaning against your body!


    And the face that had been right behind him just moments ago was now standing to his right!


    He didn’t even dare to turn his head to take a closer look. He could see a pair of ancient ippon geta out of the corner of his eyes. The wood was rotting slightly. It was clear that these wooden geta were at least a few centuries old. The thing beside him wore a ck feather weave, and his entire body was snow white, almost as though he had been dusted with white powder. Furthermore, his hair hung down all the way to his waist-level. The image from the waist down was incredibly bizarre.


    But, just then--!


    “What happened to me?” Momentster, he came back to his senses, only to discover that he had at some point in time copsed to the ground, and was covered in cold sweat. He was currently lying in the arms of the man wearing the face mask and sunsses.


    Master Bai didn’t say anything. He knew full well that what he had just seen was no illusion at all. A Nipponese evil spirit… had traveled across the waters in search of him!


    “Go…” Just then, an announcement was made to inform all passengers that the flight was ready for boarding. Master Bai mustered all of his strength and scrambled to his feet, “We depart Yan Capital for the City of Salvation immediately. That’s where all evil spirits must die!”


    It was still there… and he was the only one who could see it! The evil spirit was standing right behind him in the crowd, dressed in an ancient, tattered feather weave. It was silently but surely following him!


    It was a slip of paper.


    He couldn’t tell what exactly was drawn on the front, but he could see that a line of words were written in vermillion ink on the back.


    That’s right… who saved me earlier?


    “That’s him?” The man spoke in Nipponese. Another well-built man lowered his head and whispered back, “Yes. It’s been confirmed that the Obsidian Heaven’s Eye Bowl is on him right now.”


    “After all, how can a mere mortal like you fully appreciate the mighty name of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven?”


    1.


    2. Mori Ranmaru was one of Nobunaga’s attendants. Ranmaru and his younger brothers defended Nobunaga during the Honnoji incident, allowing him tomit seppuku. Then, they set the entire temple in which they had barricaded themselves on fire and allowed it to burn to the ground, killing everyone inside.