Alibuda Chronicles Volume 17: Chapter 5 Ghost Ship

The whole incident was actually quite simple. The rebel fleet, engaged in naval combat, encountered the Black Dragon Society fleet. A chaotic battle ensued, as usual, with no clear victor. Just as they were preparing to retreat, a sudden thick fog descended, followed by a chilling wind. Then, a woman, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, leaped onto the rebel ships, whipping them and wreaking havoc, causing widespread panic.

When the people calmed down and prepared to fight back, someone shouted, "The ghost ship is here!" A sinister, dilapidated ship appeared from the fog and charged into the rebel fleet. Amidst the gloomy fog and the wailing of ghosts, blah blah blah… whatever the adjectives used, that's how the soldiers explained why they had fled in utter disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

To be honest, when I passed through the harbor and saw more than a dozen ships speeding into the port, stirring up huge waves, I was really startled. Even with a tailwind, they wouldn't be moving that fast. The soldiers on board were really rowing desperately to escape.

Of course, not everyone was so shameless. The newly joined volunteers were furious at this disgraceful behavior, denouncing it as their comrades' haste to escape, preventing them from fighting the enemy properly. Apart from me, probably few men in the world like to be called cowards, so the two sides started fighting as soon as they entered the harbor. The fierce courage of everyone fighting to the death was hard to imagine as the same group of people who had just fled for their lives.

"What's so great about ghost ships? We encountered one when we first arrived in the East China Sea. Although it was not simple, is it necessary to be so afraid?"

I asked the disabled group next to me while playing cards at night. Ah Xue, who was busy serving tea and water, nodded in agreement, bearing witness to my words.

Juzo of the Kurozumi Group interrupted my question, saying that the island's command had already issued a gag order regarding this matter. We were just cooks, not combatants, and shouldn't meddle in such things.

"Gag order? Everyone knows about this. What's the use of a gag order? Not to mention the East China Sea, this matter has already spread far and wide. Which country on Earth doesn't know that the Black Dragon King has a ghost ship?"

I explained the situation at the international conference held in Sara recently, telling them that the Black Dragon Society had repeatedly sent ghost ships to attack ships of coastal countries. Therefore, news of the ghost ship was not only circulating in the East China Sea, but also in many countries on Earth. It was impossible to suppress the news.

"Damn it! Kurosawa Kazuo, that great villain, actually used such tricks!"

Juzo seemed very angry, and slammed his palm down on the table. Fortunately, Hyakuzo was there to intercept him in time. His eight crab hands moved like lightning, displaying the skills he usually used when making pastries. Six of them caught Juzo's heavy palm as he slammed it down, and two could still continue playing cards. He truly deserved to be called the fastest hand in this kitchen.

However, no matter what I say now, it's difficult to change the fact that intelligence is spreading like wildfire. It seems the importance of the ghost ship in the East China Sea war situation far exceeds my previous estimates. That's why the Black Dragon Society is willing to go to great lengths, attacking the coastal countries to spread intelligence about the ghost ship, making it impossible for the resistance to block it.

This news seemed to irritate the people at the card table, but since keeping it a secret was pointless, they told me about the ghost ship.

The ghost ship is a terrifying legend circulating in the East China Sea, with a history of over a thousand years. Countless unfortunate people have witnessed or suffered harm from it, but in its long history, it has almost never been involved in war, let alone clearly aiding any side.

When I first arrived in the East China Sea, I scoffed at this East China Sea legend, thinking that a few necromancers could easily build a ghost ship together. Little did I know that such arrogance was a fatal flaw for becoming a good tracker.

The ghost ship floating in the East China Sea, though ethereal and unpredictable, is not without a starting point. Heading east from Penglai, the largest island in the East China Sea, south to Dadan Island, and north to Sambik Rock, this triangular area is a famous ancient battlefield. Over the centuries, with changing regimes, countless naval battles and massacres have taken place here, leaving behind countless bones and bloodshed. The sea people fearfully call it the Sea of the Dead.

The Sea of the Dead is rife with eerie phenomena. Most notably, on dark, moonless nights, ten thousand will-o'-the-wisps float on the surface, emanating a chilling aura. They transform into spirits, sucking away the souls of those who witness this spectacle.

The sheer number of violent deaths in this area, and the lingering vengeful spirits, has turned it into a vast spirit field. Even skilled black magicians avoid it, and no one would be foolish enough to make a pact with the undead here, intending to exploit their power.

The undead are different from greedy demons. Essentially, highly intelligent demons are quite similar to humans; given the right methods and sufficient reward, no demon is immune to bribery. However, the undead are different. Although they are all transformed from the dead, they have lost their consciousness, merely bound by intense memories and grudges from their previous lives, drifting aimlessly, repeating the most painful period of their existence, with little capacity for thought.

Without the capacity for thought, there is no contract to be made; necromancers can only control them with their own magic, feeding them like wild animals with regular sacrifices. When necromancers arrive in this sea of ghosts, intending to absorb the spirits, they immediately attract attacks from millions of spirits. Even before doing anything, necromancers, imbued with the aura of the dead, are delicious offerings in the eyes of the undead, actively inviting attacks.

Therefore, the Sea of the Dead is not a dream destination for necromancers, but rather a hellish place they avoid at all costs. Since ancient times, no necromancer has ever gained any advantage here or been able to harness the power of this Sea of the Dead.

However, the cycle of fate is cyclical, and there are always exceptions. What a necromancer cannot do does not mean no one can.

Five hundred years ago, the Loess Plateau was plunged into the chaos of the Warring States period. A demoness, defeated and fleeing to the Sea of the Dead, used her eyes, her deep-seated hatred, and her blood to loudly curse her enemies before taking her last breath. Whether intentional or not, when these three conditions perfectly aligned, the millions of lurking spirits in the Sea of the Dead were stirred by this blood curse.

From east to west, a triangular sea area spanning hundreds of kilometers was instantly stained red with blood. The surface churned and bubbled as if boiling, but the temperature plummeted, defying the laws of physics, freezing from the depths of the sea to the surface. A dense, icy fog enveloped the sea, and chilling songs emanated from within.

The songs were ordinary pirate tunes, but those singing them were not living people. A decaying ship, laden with skeletons and undead, surrounded by countless wandering spirits, became an unforgettable legend for the people of the East Sea. Countless vengeful spirits followed the ship's route, breaking free from the blockade of the Triangle Sea and attacking various islands, bringing not only death and destruction but also corpse poison, causing the number of the unjustly killed to rise again and again.

During the months when the undead's rampage was at its peak, not a single ship could leave the coast. The sea routes east of the Yellow Earth Continent were completely cut off. The coastal nations summoned many monks and magicians, and even the Temple of Light personally dispatched a high-ranking monk, but none could effectively suppress the ghost ship's destructive power. Instead, many skilled sorcerers had their souls sucked away by the ghost ship, further amplifying its evil influence.

The local forces in the East Sea also organized a campaign to subdue the ghost ship, abandoning ordinary methods of salvation and attempting to forcibly destroy it. However, the result was even more tragic. All three campaign teams were devoured and wiped out by the ghost ship. With each sacrifice, the ghost ship's evil power grew stronger, making it almost invincible.

(Hmm, the ghost ship's era was five hundred years ago, a time when various magical and martial arts research reached its peak. No wonder such a powerful thing was created. I wonder, between the six dark summoned beasts and the ghost ship, who would prevail? Has Famit ever fought the ghost ship?)

I pondered this, pressing for the ending of the matter, wanting to know how the ghost ship was suppressed five hundred years ago.

Shizang frowned and said, "That's not very clear. It's been so long, and the elders were reluctant to pass it down. No one knows the details anymore."

Legend has it that the head of the Cihang Jingdian sect personally intervened, joining forces with sorcerers from another continent. Combining the pinnacle of numerology from both continents, they severely damaged the ghost ship's source, but couldn't completely eradicate it. They could only force it to retreat to the Sea of the Dead, ceasing its attacks on islands.

"Although the disaster caused by the ghost ship has subsided, the number of deaths and injuries was too great. People's terrifying memories of it cannot be erased, and it has been passed down through legends from generation to generation. Every East Sea dweller, regardless of race, has a deep-seated fear of the ghost ship. That period... was the darkest page in the history of the East Sea."

At this point, the Four Vajras, regardless of their number (ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand), all fell silent. These four people, though not exceptionally audacious, rarely showed any fear of anything. Now, each of them was clearly shrouded in an ominous aura, demonstrating the ghost ship's extraordinary power and its unshakeable status in the hearts of the East Sea people.

"After that great battle, the ghost ship's evil power diminished, but a rumor persisted,"

Qianzang continued, following Shizang. The rumor claimed that anyone who entered the Sea of the Dead and swore an oath to the spirits with their own blood could make a wish upon the ghost ship and, with the sea's evil power, fulfill their desire.

This rumor stirred my memories. I remembered that on Park Island, Shaye had told us a similar story: if one could pray to the ghost ship, the countless spirits on board would help fulfill their wish.

"However, there must be certain conditions for making a wish. Over the past few hundred years, many have made wishes, but only three have received a response from the ghost ship. The rest became sacrifices to the spirits. Those three… were all women."

Although I didn't know who the first two were, the third was undoubtedly Xie Lian. Her appearance alongside the ghost ship that day was the best proof; judging from this, the female general I heard about at the international conference, wielding a white bone whip and driving the ghost ship to attack passing vessels, was indeed her.

In fact, news of the ghost ship had already surfaced several months prior. Some ships claimed to have been attacked by the ghost ship and the vampire witch, but these rumors sounded too absurd, and the East China Sea side ignored them. The Black Dragon Society, although claiming to have subdued the legendary ghost ship and incorporated it into the Ninth Fleet, was met with disdain by everyone, who considered it laughable exaggeration, because at that time, it wasn't just scattered ships from the resistance or other countries that were attacked; even several of the Black Dragon Society's own ships were sunk.

This situation only changed after the resistance's recent crushing defeat…

From Qianzang and the others' accounts, I learned something important. The rebels' crushing defeat months ago was attributed to a strange, dense fog that suddenly appeared during the battle, disorienting the rebels. The Black Dragon Society, seemingly aware of the fog, unleashed a barrage of rockets, leading to the rebels' rout and heavy casualties.

This is the version of the story circulating. Some speculate that the fog was created by the Black Dragon Society's chief priestess, the Black Witch Goddess. However, Qianzang told me a more plausible version. The fog did exist, and it's highly likely the Black Witch Goddess performed a ritual, but what unexpectedly appeared wasn't just the fog, but also that terrifying ghost ship!

The resistance fighters, long plagued by resource shortages, had long been adept at fighting in adversity. While the dense fog and rockets created dire conditions, they hadn't yet caused fatal damage. However, the appearance of the ghost ship caused the sea temperature to plummet. A chilling wind swept through the fog, followed by a swarm of vengeful spirits that surged forth, passing through human bodies and causing soldiers to collapse like they were infected with a plague, howling and writhing in agony.

"The ghost ship is here!"

A familiar scream rang out, followed by a complete rout of the resistance. They were all fierce warriors, never retreating in the face of a ferocious enemy. However, when the nightmare they had heard since childhood suddenly appeared before their eyes, the fear passed down through generations completely shattered them.

It was in this state that the resistance was forced to surrender. Under the Black Dragon Society's massive offensive, their army collapsed like a house of cards. Initially, the resistance's experts attempted to turn the tide, but the Black Dragon Society's Sea Generals not only mobilized in full force, but a sorceress also appeared in the fog.

That was the bloodthirsty sorceress piloting the ghost ship… Evil Lotus!

The previous rumors, along with the Black Dragon Society's announcement, surfaced in people's minds, confirming that the rumors were true. That decisive naval battle, with its dense fog and the countless ghostly figures of the ghost ship, severely damaged the resistance. Afterwards, the ghost ship repeatedly assisted the Black Dragon Society's fleet in attacks, which is why people believed the Black Dragon King's initial announcement, confirming that the Black Dragon King was indeed incredibly powerful, even able to subdue this vicious ghost ship that had plagued the region for centuries.

"Being able to subdue the ghost ship is, of course, Kurosawa Kazuo's skill. Those damn resistance soldiers, most of them native to the East Sea, almost wet their pants after hearing that. They're too exhausted to fight

properly." Wanzang, young and impetuous, and unaware of his own deafness, spoke with a thunderous boom. Fortunately, Juzang's iron spatula hit him on the back of the head, sending him crashing into the steel tabletop, thus preserving our eardrums.

“However, that kid isn’t wrong,” Juzo said. “The frequent appearances of ghost ships have severely demoralized the resistance. You can see it just from Honolulu. If it weren’t for the twins coming to help, they would have been routed by the Black Dragon Society long ago.” Juzo

was right; that was the resistance’s current predicament, and the same thorny problem I, who considered myself on the same side as the resistance, had to face. But how could we find a way to win this difficult situation?

In the following days, I kept hiding in a cave by the sea, waiting for Yu Hong’s arrival.

I wouldn’t wait idly. Yu Hong’s timing was actually very easy to calculate. Whenever the resistance returned from battle, she would come to this cave to dissipate the intense heat of her burning blood and allow her body temperature to calm down. I had already prepared the necessary tools, and from the moment she stepped into the cave, she began to fall under my spell.

My intimate experience with Yu Hong was a very pleasant thing. During intercourse, she wasn't as naturally alluring as Yueying, nor as submissive as Axue; but her long, slender, white legs were the focus of my affection. Besides, I was the only one who had been with Yuhong since her first time, and watching the changes in her body and mind gave me an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Every time I watched her enter the cave, slowly undress, her clothes slightly open, her snow-white breasts half-exposed, like a pair of jade-white doves, trembling gently, it was enough to arouse me; as her pants fell down, her long, shapely legs came into view, her fair skin with a slight blush, which ignited my burning desire. My lower body erupted like a volcano, blood rushed in, and in an instant, it reached its peak, creating a tent in my crotch.

For several days in a row, I violated her in my dreams. Each time we reached the peak of ecstasy together, Yu Hong would often cry out amidst her moans of pleasure, covering her delicate face as tears streamed down her face, murmuring incoherent words I couldn't understand. After each encounter, I would quietly leave, retreating to my hiding place in the rock crevice, letting her slowly awaken. Without exception, she would be lost in thought, hugging her legs and burying her face in her knees, seemingly sobbing silently, until she calmed down, at which point she would dress and leave.

However, despite her stubbornness, every day at the appointed time, she would still enter the cave, not resisting the arrival of her "dreams."

This may sound strange, but I truly believe that everything that happened in the "dream" greatly helped Yu Hong relieve her stress, primarily on a physical level, and perhaps also on a psychological level. However, the effects of the phoenix blood on the body cannot be suppressed by willpower alone without being addressed. If Yu Hong had delayed engaging in sexual intercourse with a man, allowing her desire to fester and burn her brain, at most a year or two later, she would have been consumed by lust, sinking into a sea of desire from which she could not escape.

Yu Hong herself was probably aware of this, which is why, even though the resistance hadn't gone to sea these past two days, and she hadn't engaged in any fighting, and there was no need for her to cool off, she still came to the cave, actively confronting the dream that was causing her so much mental and physical turmoil. "

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea"—this saying is absolutely true.

However, compared to women's psychology, I care more about their beautiful bodies, because that's something I can actually touch and control.

Lying in a depression filled with clear seawater, Yu Hong was like a lotus emerging from the water, a flower in full bloom. Her golden hair was simply draped down, making her fair and translucent skin appear even more crystalline. Especially on her snow-white and smooth skin, a delicate and alluring blush rose slightly, making her exceptionally captivating. Her beautiful, hazy eyes were half-open, half-closed, with long eyelashes, elegant and graceful, truly endearing.

After confirming that the smoke had worked, I slowly walked forward, my gaze following Yu Hong's snow-white skin downwards. Her slender, delicate, and long pink neck was like a sculpted piece of jade, beautifully long and perfectly integrated with her body; her small, dove-like breasts trembled slightly with her breath, not particularly large, but round and lovely, possessing a unique charm, while her slender waist accentuated the graceful beauty of her legs.

"...You've come..."

"Yes, I've come again. Didn't you already know?"

Like a cat watching a mouse, I leisurely looked at Yu Hong, admiring her beautiful young body.

Having glimpsed the secrets of the yellow crystal, I had no more reservations about Yu Hong. I was confident I could handle any backlash from her, so during our intimate moments, I didn't rush into sex. Instead, like those nights in the seduction, I slowly engaged in foreplay, developing her sensitive and sensual body, and gaining a deeper understanding of her mind and body.

I lifted Yu Hong's legs and caressed them like an art piece, admiring her flawless, jade-like legs. Then, without restraint, I parted them and buried my face in the soft, mysterious golden pubic hair.

Gazing at the tender pink valley amidst the golden pubic hair, I licked my tongue, the lubricating saliva sliding quickly across the girl's soft, plump flesh. Yu Hong, whose body was already tense, immediately cried out in excitement at this attack.

"Ah, ah..."

Yu Hong's eyes were hazy as she watched me straddle her two snow-white thighs, my tongue moving in and out of her tender, sensitive flower valley. Her heart fluttered wildly, she bit her lip lightly, murmuring and twisting her slender, snow-white body, fully enjoying the pleasure my lips and tongue brought her.

With frequent stimulation, the girl, who was eager to indulge in her dreams, quickly forgot her shame. Her golden hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, obscuring most of her beautiful face. Her two watery eyes half-closed as she looked at me, seemingly helpless and desolate, yet incredibly alluring.

"Heh, how many times have we done this together? Are you still so uncomfortable?"

With a deeper understanding of erotic magic, I could use more sophisticated illusions to make Yu Hong see other phantoms, appearing in the form of other people. This might lessen her inner turmoil. However, I didn't know whose face to appear in.

Before I violated her, Yu Hong seemed to have never loved anyone or had a lover. If I were to improve my appearance and transform into a man more handsome than me, I couldn't very well conjure up a phantom of Fang Qingshu, could I? That guy is handsome enough, but the thought of me wearing his mask to seduce women is disgusting.

If I had to name the person with whom Yu Hong had the deepest connection, it would undoubtedly be Yu Ni, who was both her sister and her same-sex lover. I had once conjured up Yu Ni's image, but Yu Hong's resistance then was no less intense than when she faced me.

There was no physical violence, but the girl seemed to have collapsed, crying and pleading, her slender body trembling as she hid in a corner of the cave, saying she could no longer continue her relationship with "me." This change was completely unexpected, and thinking back to the subtle friction I had witnessed between the sisters, I think I roughly understood the situation.

"...It's just a dream, don't think about anything, just spread your legs...yes, like this..."

In a hypnotic voice, I coaxed Yu Hong to lie down, spreading her snow-white thighs on the ground. Her rosy vulva secreted nectar, mixing with my saliva, flowing down her tender white legs. The lewd and alluring scene excited me to the extreme.

I parted the girl's wet labia, gently caressing her pink clitoris with my other hand, listening to her soft moans. I grasped my erect, thick penis, the tip pressing against her nectar-filled vulva, and slowly inserted it.

The hot penis stretched open the girl's delicate petals, penetrating deeply; the soul-stirring sensation made the girl unable to help but moan softly.

"Ah...so deep...it's all the way in..."

Giving up resistance within the barrier of lust, surrendering to the burning desire of her flesh, Yu Hong completely identified herself as a fallen little slut. With satisfied and pleasurable moans, the girl arched her back, her small, snow-white breasts rising and falling, her golden hair swaying wildly, her white, fragrant buttocks thrusting up and down forcefully, the "sizzling" sounds echoing throughout the cave.

"So comfortable...so pleasurable, why is there such a beautiful thing in the world...ah! I can't take it anymore..."

Saying words that couldn't be uttered, Yu Hong took the initiative, repeatedly raising her buttocks to meet my thrusts. I had to work harder to maintain control. While I was delighted by this stimulating pleasure, I also truly appreciated the wanton expression of this little beauty on top of me.

Yu Hong's eyes were languid, her teeth clenched, as she frantically thrust her slender, snow-white body. Her full, snowy breasts, like a pair of little doves, bounced joyfully, creating ripples of snow. I couldn't help but reach out and embrace her slender waist, lest the force of our impact be too great and she be thrown away.

Nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Yu Hong's body temperature cooled from burning to warm. I held her sweaty, slippery body, calculating the time in my mind, preparing to coordinate with her climax, helping Yu Hong release the intense heat of the Phoenix Blood, while simultaneously absorbing her true yin essence—a mutually beneficial arrangement, something I had been doing for the past few days.

But, just as I was about to ejaculate, a warning signal suddenly went off in my mind. It was a simple magical artifact I had made myself, placed fifty feet outside the cave; it would send a signal to me whenever anyone approached. At this critical moment, someone suddenly appeared, startling me. Forgetting the agonizing climax I was trying to suppress, I quickly pulled away, dispelling the lustful barrier while retreating to my usual hiding place in the rock crevice.

The hallucinogenic smoke was usually a tricky element, but because it was used in conjunction with the lustful barrier, the two were combined. Once the barrier was dispelled, the smoke vanished just as quickly, leaving no trace.

(Damn it, who the hell interrupted me at this time? They ruined my fun, they deserve to die!)

I mentally cursed the intruder's three generations of female relatives, seething with hatred, but rationally I already knew the answer. The only person most likely to have tracked Yu Hong here was a woman.

When footsteps echoed through the seawater at the cave entrance, I held my breath, afraid to even breathe. The person who appeared was exactly as I expected: a spirited young woman in a police uniform, Yu Hong's twin sister, Yu Ni.

She shared the same face as her younger sister, only with long, flowing blonde hair. Her beautiful face lacked some of the delicate softness, but possessed a commanding presence befitting an older sister. Yu Ni strode in and, seeing her sister half-submerged in the seawater, was startled and rushed to her side.

Suddenly jolted from the climax, Yu Hong was clearly not fully conscious. Seeing her sister before her, her hazy eyes couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, and she didn't react.

Yu Ni showed no tolerance for her sister's behavior. She raised her hand and delivered two crisp slaps to her sister's fair cheeks.

"Wake up! How could you let that man do this to you!"

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