Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 56 - 6 Cloud Qin Traveler_1

56: Chapter 6 Cloud Qin Traveler_1

56 -6 Cloud Qin Traveler_1

“Sorry!” Gude Johnson awkwardly scratched his head; “I took action without your…..consent.”

“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter…” Liu Zhenhan tightly grabbed his hand, “Help yourself.”

The other Beamon sailors also came over and greeted them with great respect, each with food in their hands and mouths, their expressions extremely deferential.

“This…” Helen didn’t know what to say, “Are your kind from the Eastern Continent already this powerful?

At first, I thought it was a ship of evil humans!

You scared me there!”

“Evil humans?” Gude couldn’t help but laugh, “Are humans evil?

How come I haven’t noticed?”

“Haha….” A hearty and vigorous laughter echoed from the cabin.

Out of the cabin, surrounded by brown ropes and tung oil goods, emerged a thin and frail-looking elderly human, smiling warmly at Liu Zhenhan and Helen.

The elderly man looked benevolent, his lower jaw adorned with three long whiskers.

His hair was partially grey, peeking from under a tall crowned cap.

He wore a white silk robe, his whole figure radiating scholarly dignity.

The sea breeze agitated his moonlight-colored robe, creating an impression of a man unburdened by earthly concerns.

He reminded Liu Zhenhan of Qu Yuan, the great poet depicted in traditional New Year’s paintings, who jumped into the Miluo River.

Seeing this familiar Eastern face, Liu Zhenhan felt a whirlwind of emotions.

It felt like a lifetime had passed.

“Honorable Beamon priests of the Aegean Continent, I’ve long admired your elegance in countless records and books.” The elderly man said with a hearty laugh, “Your presence adds glory to our ship, the Penglai.”

“Elder of the Eastern humans, may the War God bless you.” Helen respectfully performed a noble salute to the elderly man.

At this point, the cunning fox was utterly confused.

How did a vessel with both Beamon and humans come into existence?

“In accordance with Western customs, you can call me Ferguson.

Xu.” The elderly man said, “Or simply Mr.

Xu.”

“From the Bimeng Sacred Altar, I am Soul Singer Helen Lina.” Helen gestured towards her chest, then pointed at Liu Zhenhan, “This is my beloved, a natural-born Soul Singer, the Sub-dragon Priest of the Pigiel Race, Richard.”

When the cunning Helen spoke these words, she displayed her intelligence by first declaring Liu Zhenhan’s position as Sub-dragon Priest as a precaution in the event that the other party had any bad intentions.

Of course, this protective behavior was primarily caused by the intimidating presence of the Eastern Beamon.

Those bear-like Eastern Beamon were crazily munching on bamboo.

Who knew if they would eat humans?

The knowledgeable Helen was aware that some creatures on various continents had rather strange diets.

It was said that in a continent called Sangri, not only did the natives eat humans, but they also consumed feces.

Fawkes was Fawkes after all.

“Sub-dragon Priest?” Having heard this introduction, Mr.

Xu was clearly taken aback, but his facial expression quickly softened, “The presence of such distinguished priests makes my limited knowledge seem pitiful.

Mr.

Richard, when I first saw you from behind, I even thought you were a human from our Eastern Silk Continent.

I never imagined that you’d be a Beamon priest!”

“Richard just looks rather unique.” Helen gave a faint smile.

“Although I rarely travel around the Aegean Continent, I have heard of the legends among the Beamon priests, about the natural-born Soul Singers and Dragon Priests.” Mr Xu laughed, twirling the agate rings on his thumb.

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes focused on the old man’s fingers, dead set on the ring on his thumb.

On Mr.

Xu’s thumb were two agate rings.

The deep red interspersed with dots of white, forming a curious pattern that radiated nobility.

Glancing at his shell left on the distant deck, Liu Zhenhan noticed that not a single turquoise or agate on the handle of his curved knife within the shell had such a glow.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt that this old man was quite showy for wearing two rings.

“Mr.

Xu, excuse my rudeness.” Helen couldn’t help but ask; “Why are you daring enough to enter the waters of the Seia Sea Kingdom?

Even if you have been granted permission by Seia, I don’t think they allow entrance into the Beamon’s territory.

You should know, those human kingdoms that have signed contracts with the Sea Kingdom despise us beastmen and their additional conditions with the Sea Clan do not permit trade ships to enter our Beamon nation.”

“Miss Helen, we are not trade merchants from the Eastern Silk Continent.

We are travelers from the Chesang Continent that is separated from the Aegean Continent by the sea,” Mr.

Xu replied.

“Oh?” Helen waited for him to continue.

“Many years ago, my ancestors were the best Mages of the strongest country on the Silk Continent – the Yunqin Empire.

Mages, like those on the Aegean Continent, in our culture, do not study magic for the purposes of harm.

We are best at studying fascinating formations and ways to prolong human life, similar in nature to the Elves and Dwarves of the Aegean Continent,” Mr.

Xu looked out into the distance at the sea and sky, reminiscing about the past.

“Life Magician!” Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but show respect.

“This explanation is quite poetic, worthy of the most intelligent natural-born Soul Singer among the Beamon.” Mr.

Xu gave an approving smile at Liu Zhenhan, “At that time, our Yunqin Empire swept across the entire Eastern Continent, subduing the six largest human nations, creating an empire as grand as the Sea Kingdom.

Our brilliant civilization caught the world’s attention, our nation, once protected by walls stretching thousands of miles.”