Chapter 35: Sharing Everything with You

Night had no real intention of letting Bloodmane go. After leaving Nanqing City, he immediately circled around the city and dashed off in the direction Bloodmane had fled. Although the chances of catching up were slim, Bloodmane was still accompanied by dozens of personal guards, which would inevitably slow him down.

With all his might, Night raced at a speed even faster than most airships, quickly circling Nanqing City and heading northeast.

After pursuing for about several dozen kilometers, Night suddenly caught a strong, bloody scent laced with the unique aura of werewolves. He immediately changed direction and headed towards the source of the smell. Moments later, a field of carnage appeared before him.

The ground of the wasteland was covered in blood, so much that it pooled into small ponds. Dozens of werewolves lay butchered, none of their bodies intact, scattered haphazardly across the ground. In the center of the slaughter, Bloodmane knelt on the ground, staring blankly ahead, his eyes lifeless.

“Spider demon, it was the spider demon…” he murmured, his eyes suddenly losing their luster as he collapsed to the ground.

When his massive body fell, a white-clad girl came into view.

Compared to their previous meeting, her hair was slightly disheveled, and her white dress was a bit dirty. The wound on her leg had healed, but faint scars remained.

She still carried the strange-shaped cleaver, its blade dripping with fresh blood.

Little Zhuhu, who had been in a deep sleep, suddenly opened her eyes and stared warily at the girl, her gaze lingering on the cleaver in her hand.

This time, Night finally noticed the cleaver. Upon closer inspection, he saw a faint, swirling black aura emanating from the blade. Though the aura was light, it was almost tangible, clearly indicating a high-grade weapon.

After careful observation, Night recognized the black aura as unique to spider demons. This cleaver was actually made from the front limbs of a true upper-level spider demon. And this spider demon had at least been of duke level, with every part of its body being excellent material. However, it was not easy for a duke-level spider demon to fall, and he wondered where she had obtained such a weapon.

No wonder Bloodmane had been muttering about the spider demon as he died. Spider demon limbs were naturally adept at breaking through defenses of dark origin power. Bloodmane, already heavily wounded by Night, could not withstand the fatal blow from the white-clad girl.

Night slowly set Little Zhuhu down, pointing his sword at the ground, fully alert, and asked, “Why are you here again?”

“I was robbing. I’m out of money.”

Her reason was innocent, yet absurd. There were so many mercenaries and hunters in the neutral lands, and countless caravans traveling back and forth. Robbing any of them would yield more than the elite troops of a wolf king. Bloodmane and the wolf king’s personal guards had fled in haste, leaving behind even their luggage. How much wealth could they have carried? The only valuable items were their equipment, which was heavy and cumbersome, and difficult to sell.

Yet, no matter how absurd the reason, it was still a reason. And even if the reason was reasonable, Night had no intention of listening. Having Bai Kongzhao nearby was always a major threat. Night was confident in his own abilities, but others around him would not be able to escape her cleaver. If she discovered the existence of the Hall of Heroes, the high-ranking ship crew members could be slaughtered whenever Night was not present.

So Night’s thoughts turned to murder. After days of rest, his blood and origin power were now at their peak. With void flash and the Primordial Spear, Night was quite confident he could kill her in one strike.

As Night’s gaze grew sharper, the girl showed no sign of fleeing. Instead, she pointed at Bloodmane’s corpse and said, “I’ll split the spoils with you. Let me go.”

Night was taken aback, his sword frozen mid-air. The feeling was indescribably strange, and he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“From now on, I’ll share everything with you,” the girl said seriously.

Night suddenly felt a headache coming on. “There’s no need…”

“I want to live.”

It was an extremely simple and crucial request. To live was the most important thing for any life. There was nothing wrong with her saying so.

She took Bloodmane’s bag, poured out half of its contents, and then turned to leave. Throughout the process, she left her vital areas exposed to Night’s gaze. Just like a submissive beast, she revealed her softest parts.

Night realized that, once again, he could not bring himself to strike. If not for Bai Kongzhao’s ambush, Bloodmane would have escaped back to the Ancient Totem War Fortress. Although his combat power would be weakened, he would remain a formidable enemy. Without void flash and the Primordial Spear, Night couldn’t guarantee a victory.

But this victory was so easy, mainly due to Ji Rui. It was the city lord who had toured Nanqing City with Bloodmane, leading to his complete relaxation of vigilance, and thus he was hit directly by Little Zhuhu’s breath of azure.

In fact, the girl had helped Night eliminate a major threat. She had left half the loot, and although it wasn’t much, the key was her promise to share everything with Night in the future.

Night didn’t know whether he should believe her.

Regardless of trust, at least in the two encounters in the neutral lands, Night couldn’t bring himself to kill her. He was also not interested in her share. Perhaps with her strange talent, she could obtain treasures, but Night preferred to earn everything himself.

As he lost himself in thought, the girl’s figure had already vanished into the distance.

“Not going to chase her?” Little Zhuhu tugged at Night’s sleeve, asking.

Her question brought Night back to reality. When he looked up, she was nowhere to be seen. Night patted Little Zhuhu’s head, saying, “Not now. Next time.”

“What if next time she offers to share half again?”

The little one, suddenly perceptive, cut to the core, leaving Night momentarily speechless. After a long pause, Night smiled bitterly, “Do you want me to chase her or not?”

The little one thought for a moment, then said, “Wait a day before chasing.”

Night was puzzled, “Why?”

“Because then you can get half of what she has!” the little one declared solemnly.

Night felt a sudden darkness in his vision, amazed that Zhuhu, at such a young age, already showed signs of being a little money-grubber, willing to earn anything.

“Who taught you this?” Night was furious.

“Mom.”

“… When she returns, I’ll beat her half to death!”

Whether the news of Bloodmane’s failure to return to the Ancient Totem War Fortress reached Ji Rui’s ears or not, the cargo exchange went exceptionally smoothly. All four ballistae were present, along with additional parts and maintenance supplies.

As usual, Night had the Hall of Heroes hovering in the sky for surveillance, sending down an old freighter to collect the goods.

Throughout the process, the people of Nanqing City behaved obediently, not daring to play any tricks. Steward Liu, in particular, scurried back and forth, arranging everything meticulously.

Once the cargo was loaded, Steward Liu approached Night, smiling broadly, “Sir, do you need a few craftsmen to come and install and calibrate the equipment?”

Night shook his head, “No need.”

Steward Liu pointed to a few men nearby, “I don’t mean to pry, Sir. These men are slaves the city lord bought specifically. They used to work in the imperial shipyard and were captured when their ship was attacked while traveling in the neutral lands. The city lord is giving them to you, to use as you see fit, with no need to return them.”

Night nodded. Ji Rui was indeed thoughtful. This old fox, when deliberately currying favor, could make one feel as warm as spring.

Night’s eyes flickered with a hint of blue. A quick glance revealed that none of the craftsmen were of the Warlord level. “Since that’s the case, let them board the ship as well.”

After the transaction, Steward Liu did not leave immediately but stood watching the freighter take off until it disappeared on the horizon, then led his men back.

At the same time, over the Ancient Totem War Fortress, heavy leaden clouds almost touched the top of the castle’s main tower. The sky was dark and gloomy, making it seem like dusk, despite it being midday.

Waves crashed loudly, making everyone restless. The wind was cold and damp, and water droplets seeped through the stone walls. Such weather was extremely uncomfortable, especially for the werewolves accustomed to dry climates.

So, the high-ranking werewolves maintained their humanoid forms, while the lower-ranking ones, like the dire wolves, had no choice but to pant, lick their fur, and stick out their tongues. But in such wretched weather, it was useless. Their long, matted fur dripped with water.

The sea breeze brought salty, bitter water droplets. Both the werewolves and dire wolves were uneasy, yet helpless.

This weather had persisted for several days. The bad weather added to the Wolf King’s already somber mood, forcing him to control his temper to prevent an outburst.

By midday, he finally entered the war fortress hall, summoning the remaining high-ranking officers for a meeting.

As soon as he sat down, the Wolf King felt a cold, slippery sensation. The entire seat was covered in a layer of water, making it extremely uncomfortable. The hall was cold and damp, with even the torches dimmer, making the place look sinister. Even the werewolves disliked such an environment.

When the Wolf King touched the armrest, his hand was instantly wet. His eyes flashed with origin power, showing his extreme anger. However, seeing the fearful gazes of the werewolves, he managed to suppress the urge to throw the cleaning servants into the sea.

A wave of fire radiated from the Wolf King’s throne, quickly spreading and dispelling the dampness. The hall became warm and comfortable.

However, in such bad weather, local comfort could only last briefly. Even with the Wolf King’s power, he couldn’t maintain warmth constantly, resisting the forces of nature.

He glanced around the hall and suddenly noticed an empty seat, immediately asking, “Where is Bloodmane? Why hasn’t he returned?”