High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 48 - 47: Really My Senior Brother?!

"Splash..."

The sound of water surrounded all sides, endless and relentless.

A lone boat bobbed up and down on the wide river surface, drifting as if without a destination.

In the fog, only the faint glow of fishing lights could be seen flickering on and off.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Kuang, who had been fished out of the water and onto the boat, coughed up two mouthfuls of water, soaking wet, and stared intently at the strange Raincoat Fisherman in front of him.

Upon closer inspection, one would find that this fisherman merely had the silhouette of a human.

Beneath the straw hat and raincoat, the writhing form was something no human could possess, be it the six mismatched arms or the long fish tail that was slapping the surface.

Of course, the most terrifying were the numerous dead white fish eyes like piled-up eggs under the straw hat.

The largest of these fish eyes turned toward Chen Kuang.

This was Chen Kuang’s first time facing a world’s Demon Fiend.

His arms were already covered in goosebumps, not because of the cold, but because he had seen a creature completely different from himself.

Yet, the "great mind" had not sounded the alarm, indicating the other party harbored no ill intentions.

This had to be the Grandmaster Demon from the Inquiry of Death Boat.

Indeed, as the rumors said, so long as you answered the questions on the Inquiry of Death Boat, it would not do anything to you until you answer incorrectly.

—Even if you never answer, it wouldn’t matter; however, it wouldn’t let you leave either, and a normal person would soon starve on this solitary boat.

Chen Kuang sighed with relief, but soon, he heard Wei Yan and Zhao Lie’s furious voices pursuing him.

"Boom!"

Another saber stroke, as fast as a lightning bolt.

Zhao Lie’s ultimate technique, Wind-Slicing Saber!

Chen Kuang had previously experienced the power of this saber, forceful and domineering, unavoidable; when the blade flashed before one’s eyes, all hope was severed.

Yet, this saber stroke did not strike the lone boat.

The surrounding water surface exploded with energy, causing the boat to sway violently left and right, unscathed.

At the moment, Chen Kuang couldn’t ascertain whether Zhao Lie’s saber was merely out of frustration or if the fisherman had blocked the attack...

However, according to common logic, it should be the former.

Though Zhao Lie was impulsive, he wasn’t brainless.

The Inquiry of Death Boat was a true Grandmaster Demon; though it wouldn’t strike proactively, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t retaliate.

Enraged and defeated, Zhao Lie roared, "How dare you fool us?!"

At the same time, he was somewhat incredulous, "You spoke so much nonsense just to trick us into bringing you here, onto this Inquiry of Death Boat?!"

In Zhao Lie’s view, Chen Kuang’s actions were utterly senseless.

Just jumping from the wolf’s den into the tiger’s mouth; the Inquiry of Death Boat was not a pleasure cruise to board at will, failing to answer questions spelled certain death.

Could it be that he just cared about dignity, not wanting to die by their hands?

Was this man some corrupted scholar?

Or did he simply become hysterical from witnessing his country’s destruction?

Recalling how he had been tricked by the other party’s lies earlier, Zhao Lie felt like smashing his head against the wall!

Chen Kuang was not afraid at this moment, smirking and spreading his hands, "How did I deceive the two Elders? My ’Senior Brother’ came to fetch me, right? Sharing a boat, isn’t that as close as brothers?"

Fuming with rage, Zhao Lie could hardly contain himself.

Wei Yan sensed something amiss and hastily stopped Zhao Lie, "Wait!"

"Gurgle..."

The Raincoat Fisherman’s fish eyes slowly turned, covered in mucus, staring at the two hovering in the air.

Suddenly, both men felt their scalps tingle, overtaken by an eerie sense of danger.

A Grandmaster-level presence bore down like a mighty mountain, suffocating.

The surrounding waves instantly calmed, with the small boat stopping in the middle of the water.

"Boom!"

Below the deep river, a massive surge of water rushed forth, a long fish covered in bone spurs leapt up, its mouth lined with snow-white fangs, and swallowed Zhao Lie who had failed to react, diving back into the water, leaving a dark flowing trail.

Only Wei Yan was left, completely paralyzed, unable to move even a finger.

Chen Kuang’s pupils contracted; he hadn’t expected the Inquiry of Death Boat, which wasn’t supposed to act on its own, to directly devour Zhao Lie...

Could it be that today the Grandmaster Demon was in a foul mood?

The Raincoat Fisherman spoke, "Leave."

Wei Yan took a deep breath, cast a stern glance at Chen Kuang, and departed.

Chen Kuang raised his eyebrow, well, at least he had achieved his aim.

He had prepared that should the two choose to follow him throughout, he would need to execute a scheme akin to "two peaches killing three warriors."

As these two had opposite temperaments, and Wei Yan had already been tested for clues earlier, sowing discord wouldn’t be tough.

All in all, less effort expended.

The river began to flow once more, and the boat commenced to sail slowly amid the mist again.

The Raincoat Fisherman looked at Chen Kuang anew, repeating, "Three questions."

"Answer them correctly, and you may leave."

Feeling assured of safety, Chen Kuang didn’t reply immediately but instead brought the zither off his back.

Though he was drenched from head to toe, the zither remained untouched by water, a testament to its extraordinary nature.

Upon seeing the zither, the Raincoat Fisherman suddenly trembled, its small eyes beneath the straw hat stirred conspicuously, exhibiting a certain unease.

This trembling was almost imperceptible, coupled with its constantly writhing body, made it even harder to observe.

Chen Kuang, focusing on the zither, naturally didn’t notice.

He set the zither down, cleared his throat, and cautiously inquired of the fisherman, "Elder... how should I address you?"

Demon Fiends that developed intelligence could naturally become Cultivators.

However, the orthodox cultivators held themselves high, only deeming those who had never committed evil deeds, and whose nature was noble and bright, worthy of the title "elder."

The rest were considered mere monsters.

Chen Kuang wasn’t concerned with such formalities, knowing when to flatter, he shamelessly approached.

The Raincoat Fisherman hesitated momentarily, seemingly shocked at his audacity, before slowly uttering:

"Not elder."

Chen Kuang blinked, "Huh? Well... if elder isn’t fond of this title, should I use another?"

The Raincoat Fisherman fixed its fish eyes on him, blurbling, "Senior Brother."

Chen Kuang was dumbfounded.

What’s going on?

Was he really gaining a Senior Brother by chance?!

He cautiously asked, "Elder, is your name... Senior Brother?"

The Raincoat Fisherman shook its head, its supposedly dead white fish eyes now bore a semblance of exasperated understanding.

"I am Wen Si."

Its innumerable eyes turned again, glancing at the Dragon Gum Ancient Zither on the deck, as if confirming something.

"Senior Brother, you said it, I am your Senior Brother."

"?"

Chen Kuang was entirely puzzled.

Could this Demon be similar to a weasel, seeking a token of respect?

Once stated what it was, it becomes what it is?

Since the other party was in control, he naturally had to comply.

Chen Kuang hesitated for a moment, adapting quickly, obediently responding, "Greetings, Senior Brother Wensi."

This time, the Raincoat Fisherman was pleased, nodding, "Question, listen carefully."

Chen Kuang immediately grew serious, ready to face whatever came.

No matter why this Grandmaster Demon suddenly wished to be his Senior Brother, this was the main issue!