History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 96 : Silver Dynasty in Trouble! Supreme Cataclysmic Sea Celestial Venerable

Chapter 96: Silver Dynasty in Trouble! Supreme Cataclysmic Sea Celestial Venerable
At this moment,
Inside the Qing Shi Building, celebratory banners were plastered everywhere.
In the cafeteria, Yin Yiyi had prepared a large table full of dishes, exuding a tantalizing aroma.
Among them were many ingredients made from the flesh and blood of Transcendent Beings, such as descendants of the Ear Mouse from the Classic of Mountains and Seas and descendants of the Cross River Fish—delicious and enhancing spiritual energy and physique alike.
It was said the ingredients were sourced by Old Ba.
He really went all in!
Though he had only been out for less than two days, Jiang Yan's stomach had already grown unaccustomed to food outside.
As the Ancient Jiang Clan once said: “Without Yin Yiyi, the world would lose all color.”
“The ancients would never say something so weird,” muttered Yin Yiyi with a flushed face.
Jiang Yan declared righteously, “One day, when I swim upstream through time, I’ll go around telling everyone this phrase. Then it’ll naturally become something the Ancient Jiang Clan once said.”
“Don’t use the History Walker’s power to travel upstream in time for something so weird. I’ll keep cooking for you all until you get tired of it.”
Unable to listen further, Yin Yiyi tugged her chef hat lower, trying to hide her bashful expression.
When she cooked, she became the complete opposite of her usual self.
“Don’t bully our little chef. If I can’t eat good food in the future, I’m going to lose it!”
Ba Lie raised his bowl and said loudly, “Let’s congratulate Jiang Yan and Zhao Yinman on taking first and second place in the Jiangnan Province Legal Duel. Our Pan’an Sub-Bureau really shone this time. I’ll drink first in respect!”
With that, he downed it all in one gulp.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Niu Tunan clapped in celebration from the side, mentally calculating...
With this fame, he could now squeeze more subsidies out of headquarters.
As for the other two colleagues, due to changes in the mission, their temporary assignment was extended by headquarters—they still had to continue on their trip.
The s they sent back were filled with resentment enough to raise several Evil Sword Immortals.
In the latter half of the night, Jiang Yan was pulled into a drinking contest by Old Ba. Yet, with the purification effect of the Jueyin Dragon Cauldron, he remained sober even after a thousand cups. He ended up drinking this rope-wrangling man into a daze, slumped in a chair questioning life.
Yin Yiyi lay slumped on the table, head buried, feigning sleep to avoid drinking.
Niu Tunan hugged a wine jar and fell asleep, claiming he was attending a friend’s banquet in a dream.
As for Zhao Yinman, she was still slowly savoring her duck blood vermicelli soup on the side.
Jiang Yan looked at the calm and peaceful scene before him, feeling a deep emotion:
“Truly wonderful.”
Once he advanced to the Law Seed Stage and headed to headquarters, he likely wouldn't have such leisurely days again.
In the days that followed,
Because he couldn’t afford the treasure needed for Little Heavenly Ghost, Jiang Yan began purchasing meat-type Blessed Land Rice alongside the Coffin Spirit and the Heavenly Lock Flood Dragon, aiming to use two hundred points to buy blood food and push his physique to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Though invasive species weren’t suited for planting Spirit Rice, they were cheap and good enough—perfect for burying the Coffin Spirit, doing daily full-coffin essential oil maintenance.
Of course, there were small interludes.
“I’m Master’s eldest child! Even if you won’t call me Coffin Grandpa, at least call me Brother. What do you mean by ‘Little Coffin’?”
At this moment, the Coffin Spirit’s eyes were solemn, its status as the master’s oldest, most excellent, most obedient and well-behaved child being challenged.
“Roar!”
The Heavenly Lock Flood Dragon expressed through its three heads that it could see the future and didn't care about the past.
Among them, the Golden-Winged Great Peng head suggested—
Voting!
“This I like!”
The Coffin Spirit’s eyes lit up and immediately sought alliance with Little Heavenly Ghost—truly a child of deep heritage.
And then...
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon claimed that its three heads each counted as one vote.
The Coffin Spirit, furious, lunged into a scuffle with the Flood Dragon.
Because the Coffin Spirit wasn’t a dragon—nor even an animal—the Chains of All Dragons had no additional effect.
Dada-da!
It could only rely on the Golden-Winged Great Peng head to peck wildly like a woodpecker, while the flood dragon and serpent heads bit the coffin lid—only to have their faces smeared with blood threads.
It looked like a hair-pulling street brawl.
The Dual-headed Shadow-Eating Serpent, Ash Lamp, Spirit of the Cataclysmic Sea of the Return Ruins Dao Scripture, and various other offspring watched the drama, delighted to see a bloodbath.
Especially the Vajravārāhī Seal. After advancing to the Perfect Level, though not fully sentient, its spiritual essence had grown stronger.
If the Coffin Spirit died, it would become the eldest.
Thus, it offered the Flood Dragon outside support, causing the Coffin Spirit to yell “Unfilial child!”
The battle for heirship was truly brutal!
Jiang Yan opened his eyes, staring speechlessly at the chaotic scene before him.
“Gulu!”
Suddenly, Little Heavenly Ghost trembled and nestled into his arms, shivering.
However, Jiang Yan glanced at it and saw the little fellow’s shoulders quivering and the corners of its mouth curled up—obviously stifling laughter.
As expected, anglers were either dark-skinned or dark-hearted, with a touch of green tea.
While Coffin and Dragon fought, Heavenly Ghost profited.
Jiang Yan patted Little Heavenly Ghost on the head and asked,
“How’s your skill training going? How many have reached the Perfect Level already? And you’re starting fights?”
“We’re just having a friendly spar among family!!”
As the words fell, the Coffin Spirit condensed a blood hand and draped an arm around the Three-Headed Flood Dragon’s shoulder. The latter released its bite on the coffin lid, all three heads showing honest smiles.
Yet, the Coffin Spirit’s blood threads were still pulling at the Flood Dragon’s scales.
The Flood Dragon’s hind paws were still kicking the coffin lid!
A show of brotherly love!
“You all really are...”
Jiang Yan was amused by their antics and just opened his mouth to speak—when Little Heavenly Ghost in his arms tugged at his clothes and whispered some news to him.
Silver Dynasty, Something Went Wrong!
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Jiang Yan had spent just over a week in the real world, but two months had already passed in the Silver Dynasty.
Under the night sky, along the coastline, figures patrolled with torches in hand, the banners of “Qi” fluttering in the wind.
“Captain Chen, this beach has been patrolled—no sign of Wokou.”
A team member stepped forward to , looking with admiration at the dark-skinned youth clad in leather armor before him.
Although they came from similar backgrounds, he had managed to condense fifteen strands of Silver Dragon-Tiger Qi in just two months, tempering a third of his blood into Silver Blood and subduing everyone.
He successfully rose to the rank of captain and, along with the other captains, had an audience with Governor Qi, receiving commendations.
“Mm. Liu Sui, good work.”
Compared to when he had just entered the camp, Chen Shui had grown significantly sturdier. Wearing leather armor, he now carried the aura of a seasoned soldier. He reached out and patted Liu Sui on the shoulder.
Feeling the other’s excited gaze, he thought to himself that the methods used by senior officers were indeed effective.
After starting to read and learn, Chen Shui gradually came to understand that relationships between people boiled down to domination and subjugation.
After three months of training, though Chen Shui and the others were still considered recruits, the Wokou had suddenly launched large-scale raids, wreaking havoc in various places.
They didn’t engage in frontal assaults but struck wherever defenses were weakest, relying on harassment tactics. Coupled with strange water-based spells, they could conceal themselves at sea, making detection difficult.
Fortunately, Governor Qi had foreseen their attacks, ambushed them in advance, and caught them off guard. The main force was wiped out entirely, with only a few stragglers escaping into the sea.
To prevent them from regrouping and landing ashore to harm civilians, even the new recruits were deployed for coastal defense.
Now, this five-li stretch of rocky beach was garrisoned by a hundred men divided into ten squads.
Liu Sui muttered, “I don’t know what those court officials are thinking. With the Wokou threat this serious on the coast, they haven’t sent more troops to wipe out White Sakura and the great pirate Wang Zhi. If it weren’t for the Governor and General Yu guarding Fujian and Zhejiang, the Wokou would have burned and plundered everything already.”
“People in power see further than us. Besides, I heard White Sakura has long fallen into the hands of monsters and demons—people can’t even survive there. What’s more, there are barbarians on the border claiming to be from the Corpse-Dissolution Court. And I’ve even heard about some Outer Heavens Heavenly Demons. The court is probably under a lot of pressure. I just hope they don’t raise taxes on the people again.”
Chen Shui didn’t fully understand either. As a commoner, he too wanted nothing more than to kill every last Wokou.
But now, as a squad captain in the army of the Silver Dynasty—essentially a petty official—he had to watch his words and actions carefully. Speaking recklessly could get him accused of criticizing superiors, which would be troublesome.
All he wanted now was to cultivate diligently and give his mother and sister a better life.
“I wonder what they’re thinking…”
Liu Sui grumbled a few more words, then leaned in and whispered, “Captain, since the Governor already crushed the main force of the Wokou, the stragglers probably won’t dare come back. How about I treat you and the brothers to a drink at Chunxiang House nearby? It won’t interfere with anything.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Shui’s previously warm smile vanished. He replied calmly,
“Liu Sui, military orders are like mountains. If we get caught, it’ll be fifty lashes with the military rod. I know night duty is tough—go tell the brothers they can rotate shifts at the hour of the Rabbit. Just bear with it a bit longer.”
Though phrased as a suggestion, his tone left no room for refusal.
Liu Sui, being perceptive, quickly noticed the displeasure and hastily said with a forced smile, “I was out of line. You’re right, Captain. We’ll drink once we’re back.”
He scurried off, rejoining the patrol unit.
“Liu Sui’s got many good qualities, but it’s a pity he comes from a fallen merchant family—too mercantile in nature.”
Chen Shui shook his head, knowing the other valued his talent. In the future, if he got the chance to become a Silver Armored Warrior, he could offer some protection to Liu Sui on the battlefield. Even now, he could help him a bit.
But years of fishing had honed Chen Shui’s temperament. Until he caught something, he would never relax—only grow more vigilant.
After all, plenty of people had their eyes on his position.
After some time in leadership, Chen Shui realized that subordinates needed both kindness and fear to enforce discipline.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Late at night, stationed by the cold, damp coast, countless mosquitoes swarmed around. Even if they couldn’t pierce the skin, their buzzing alone was maddening.
Many soldiers looked visibly irritated, but thanks to strict military orders and full pay, they kept their complaints to themselves.
Chen Shui held a Silver Bean in his hand while scanning the rocky beach, continuing to refine his Dragon-Tiger Qi.
The Treasured Mirror Divine Object had, for some reason, been unusually quiet recently. Even when he tried to modify a better cultivation method, there was no response.
Chen Shui figured it was probably because his strength was too low and he couldn’t access more of its abilities.
Before coming into contact with the Transcendent system, he had thought the Celestial Venerable of the Cataclysmic Sea was impressive.
After contact, all he felt was—
A mayfly gazing at the sky!
Even the divine and demonic Governor Qi, with all his might, didn’t give him one ten-thousandth the awe that the Celestial Venerable of the Cataclysmic Sea did.
An absolute supreme immortal god far beyond the mortal realm!
That he had received such a fortune was already a tremendous blessing.
He wondered if, in this lifetime, he might have the chance to visit the Cataclysmic Sea of the Return Ruins and become a registered disciple!
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