Chapter 16: Blood Feuds
It was a woman riding a shark.
She had flowing blue hair and an eye-patch, and she wore desert pants and a baggy shirt, a sabre tied to her waist.
The shark was huge. Only part of its body could be seen from the hole in the ship’s side. But even that was bigger than the ship. Yu Han figured it was larger than any blue whale on Earth. It had gill slits on both sides that seemed to roar like race-car engines, with grey skin that shone like asphalt under the sun.
And it had a breathing hole at the top.
A whale shark? No, those look different. What the hell—
“When you tried to kill my martial nephew, it was a misunderstanding?” the woman said. Her voice was high-pitched, sonorous like a bird’s. “I’ll tell the Verdant Blade Sect about that same misunderstanding after I have your head, geezer.”
“A jest, fellow Daoist, merely a jest.” The Elder waved his hand. His voice was even, but nine bamboo sticks suddenly appeared around him and rotated like satellites. “This old man was merely testing this talented junior’s improvements. Martial nephew Duan truly is a dragon amongst men!”
“Oh, you know his name?” the lady asked. She stomped the shark creature, and the behemoth wiggled like a cat, then circled the ship like in a movie.
“Who doesn’t know the name of the youngest disciple of the Ninth Elder, the Healing Mist Palace Master of the Stormy Reef Sect?” the old man said. “But considering you’re here, this old man supposes that the Ninth Elder is already the new sect master.”