Observing the aged ‘ninety year old’ Taitish in her dying state, Sheyan took off her veil and covered his eyes with great anguish. Then, he stripped off his pants and pounced forth.
Sighing, he lamented. "Forget it, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-floor paG.o.da. Let this old one inject her what a dosage of milky white nourishment cardiac stimulant!"
A candle flame flickered and was finally blown out. Half an hour later, Taitish stood up with reinvigorated spirits.
Oh no, why did I release the unabridged edition!
(Author’s note: This paragraph is purely for entertainment, for readers to bang their head against the wall for 10 seconds. Haha, this chapter will be 3,300 words, forget about this nonsense, it isn’t counted, hoho.)
(ED: Dude, what. What.)
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Actual chapter begins here:
At present, Taitish’s vitality was on the brink of dissipating, leading her to transform into such a sickly and aged state. However, at this crucial moment, Sheyan suddenly recalled something Taitish mentioned previously –
"I’m not even forty years of age, but look at how ghostly I’ve become. It is all because Jiejie has been constantly feeding her two totemic sacrificial beast with our life essence."
Sheyan felt a stirring in his heart as he immediately checked his party storage, locating that dull but gentle glow amidst the myriads of items.
This item was originally a shattered toe of the totemic demon beast, but was reduced into a glowing residue after being stored within his interspatial storage.
After retrieving that tiny glow, Sheyan pondered a little before deciding to treat a ‘dead horse just like a live one’, and pressed it against Taitish’s bosom.
Just like that, Taitish’s body absorbed a portion of the glow like a sponge, and Sheyan stored back the remaining portion.
Suddenly, her body suddenly spasmed like a prawn out of the water, as though she had been electrocuted, before sprawling back to the ground and coughing violently. Black blood oozed out from her nostrils, and even trickles of blood could be seen leaking from her ears and eyes; permeating out a fishy odour.
Normally, such a scene wasn’t comforting at all. It was as though Taitish was being tortured for the last time before she died.
Instead, a miracle happened.
Her violent coughing soon ceased, while her skin slowly regained its glossy l.u.s.ter. Her wrinkles rapidly eased out, and her hair turned from white to grey and finally to black. Even her countenance beneath a veil was experiencing a transformation.
A couple of seconds before, everyone could vividly see an unconscious Taitish. Yet the present Taitish still remained unconscious, but the disparity between the two was tremendous. It was practically a complete contrast.
As compared to her dying withering state, the current Taitish essentially appeared as though she was merely in a slumber.
At present, the onlooking pirates were all admiring Sheyan with elevated reverence.
Without a doubt, their dictionary added another description to the mysterious veil of Sheyan, that he could deprive one’s vitality to replenish another!
Naturally, they all desired to become more youthful and weren’t willing to turn into the unlucky brat whose vitality would be deprived.
Actually, such a phenomenal was totally unforeseen by Sheyan before he acted. Nevertheless, he remained calm as he commanded his pirates.
"Let her rest a little. When she awakes, bring her to see me. Now take me to the depths of the s.h.i.+p, I believe the source materials necessary for my mighty deprivation should be prepared."
Hearing Sheyan addressing the corpses as source materials so casually, the pirates could feel their hair standing on end. They all yearned to gain terrifying might. Such was a pirate’s logic; as long as one holds power, regardless if that power is righteous or evil, it would receive the same level of respect and adoration.
At this moment, all of them were simultaneously yearning to receive a strength bestowal from Sheyan.
This time, most of the pirates who wished to acquire new prowess were thinking that they would be satisfied. This s.h.i.+p was nonetheless the flags.h.i.+p of the queen of a gypsy clan, and a couple of defenders were equipped with standardized equipments of the armour of gypsy knights.
As for weapons, they were also aplenty. Thus, they believed their captain’s deprivation plundering would surely be an abundant harvest.
After contemplating a little, Sheyan stalled himself from engaging in plundering. Instead, he planned to wait till his t.i.tle was upgraded to ‘Pirate Captain (advanced)’ before committing, believing that his plundering ability would substantially improve by then.
As they sailed, Sheyan then seeked out the carpenter Spike. He then produced that deadly harpoon gun, ‘Greenland Lethal weapon’ he procured back at the auction, and that dark-gold s.h.i.+p building material acquired by The April’s Bloom. Then, he discussed the prospect of commencing a reconstruction.
When Spike examined the two items, his face revealed a troubled expression. As it turns out, his expertise laid in repairs, while a.s.sembling such components would frequently require a higher qualified craftsman to supervise; like an ‘engineer’ or something.
To Spike, the difficulty of this request was akin to asking a western doctor to conduct acupuncture; a seemingly helpless state of crossing one’s boundary.
When Sheyan heard Spike’s explanation, he could only shrug his shoulders. Still, he wasn’t that anxious as of now, and decided to first converge with the Hill Maiden first.
The s.h.i.+p continued sailing with unsurpa.s.sed stability, that the pirates aboard would seemingly feel that the s.h.i.+p wasn’t moving. Even though the pirates were making an all-out effort without slacking and were exceedingly accustomed to taskings on deck, its velocity remained its flaw; reckoning that it could only rival a fully loaded merchant s.h.i.+p.
Approximately half an hour into their voyage, one of the pirates reported to Sheyan.
"Cap’n, the maiden has awoken and requests an audience."
Sheyan asked in surprise.
"What maiden?"
The reporting pirate shrugged his shoulders and replied.
"It be the one named Taitish."
"Oh!" Sheyan suddenly recalled. Because he had personally seen the aged and sickly countenance of the gypsy diviner beneath her veil, his heart had a.s.sumed Taitish’s image to be an old granny.
Hence, he unexpectedly had some troubles connecting her to a normal term of a youthful ‘maiden’.
"Let her in." Sheyan replied indifferently. When Taitish stepped into his s.h.i.+p cabin, Sheyan instantly got a huge fright in the darkness; because the image in his imagination was a stark contrast to what he was seeing.
The former Taitish had chicken skin and crane-like hair, while being crooked and aged. Instead, it was clearly a thirty years old maiden that was standing before Sheyan now. Her skin revealed the unique and s.e.xy suntanned skin of a latin american woman, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with a lively l.u.s.ter and rich in elasticity.
Even the white gown of the gypsy diviner failed to conceal her define curves as he twin peaks threatened to split apart her gown. Ruffled and languid blond locks dangled down onto her shoulders, while her lips exuberated an alluring thickness reminiscent of Angelina Jolie. Her slightly raised red phoenix eyes contained snippets of craftiness that appeared to have acc.u.mulated over the years.
The first impression this maiden released was that of s.e.xiness and allurement, a completely different person as compared to the previous Taitish.
Although she only absorbed a tiny glowing toe of that elephant head sculpture, that glow was the youthfulness of a hundred females congealing into a vitality source. Therefore, its s.h.i.+ning radiance not only instantly restored her youth, her powers were greatly bolstered and even her current countenance froze perpetually; not deteriorating with age until she perishes.
When Sheyan sized up Taitish, he was aware that regardless of her allurement, she buried deep ambitions behind her appeal; one that was difficult to discover.
Nevertheless to Sheyan, the sickly aged features of the gypsy diviner had long engraved deep within his heart. Hence, he could immediately fathom the intrinsic quality of the present Taitish.
"You’re awake?" Sheyan offered enthusiastically. "How are you feeling?"
Sheyan had long prepared a countermeasure to this incredibly astute woman. He knew it was seemingly impossible for this woman to develop unswerving allegiance to him! Despite so, to Taitish who had experienced the various inst.i.tutions of the secular world, employing cruel facts would still possess the greatest deterrence against her.
Taitish greeted him with a profound tone.
"I express my utmost grat.i.tude for Mr Yan’s a.s.sistance."
When Sheyan heard her addressing him as ‘Mr Yan’, he understood her intentions.
Don’t talk about her respectful conduct, when she addressed him as ‘Mr Yan’, it meant a particular difference. It was clear she planned to leave. Otherwise, she should be addressing him as ‘Sir’ or ‘Captain’.
This maiden was adept in the gypsy arts of diving and occult magic. At present, she had regained her youth and her prowess had enhanced tremendously. Naturally, she no longer placed Sheyan as her master in her eyes.
Towards Taitish’s words, Sheyan was disinclined to beat around the bush with her. He indifferent declared.
"Your grat.i.tude isn’t necessary. Saving you today may not necessarily be beneficial to you."
Why didn’t Taitish straightforwardly leave after her powers had enhanced greatly? Why would she still head here to take orders from Sheyan? Obviously, it was because she was utterly clueless on the method Sheyan had employed to save her!
For fear of a hidden danger placed within her, her heart tightened with a sliver of fear upon hearing Sheyan’s words. No matter how powerful someone’s might or authority becomes, they would still revere a domain of which they were incapable of understanding or setting foot in.
"This, what do you mean?"
Sheyan calmly replied.
"I train in mysterious arts of the east, one that can absorb the attributes of all living things under heaven! I can draw a portion of the enemy’s killing might to bestow on my underlings, but you are an exception. You should know it yourself, your youthfulness and energy had been drained away by mysterious occult magic! Am I not wrong?"
Taitish silently nodded.
Sheyan lifted up the coffee mug in his hand, drinking a mouthful before continuing.
"At the scene of those gypsies refining the Baladine Bloodsail, I fought in a death battle with a gypsy diviner with incomparably dreadful prowess. She could actually demonize herself, but still fell short in the end. Yet at that instance, that female diviner could actually unleash an incessant stream of 5 black spades, activating and beckoning for that elephant-head-man-body sculpture beside Jiejie to deal with me!"
Taitish belonged to the ‘Scarlet Faction’ of the gypsies, therefore all her usable poker cards were all reds. However, she relatively understood the other faction as well.
When she heard Sheyan’s description, she instantly understood this matter was absolutely not fabricated.
A gypsy diviner that could demonize and unleash out a spades straight flush sounded rather far-fetch, but there was truly such an individual. That individual was Trish, publicly acknowledged as most suitable to inherit the Jiejie t.i.tle!
If Taitish wasn’t also a high tier member, she wouldn’t be aware of such inside information.