Chapter Thirty-One: Observing the Waves

Several hundred miles southwest of Hot Spring Pass lies a lake known as Black Fire Lake.

This lake is not filled with water but with a viscous, semi-solid substance resembling thick black ink, as sticky as wax. It is so dense that neither horse nor man can traverse it, nor can boats sail across, rendering the area a natural fortress.

Within this black sludge naturally breeds an oily substance with a strange odor that ignites easily. When a pit is dug into the sludge, this oil seeps out slowly, and it cannot be extinguished by water or covered by sand. This flammable oil is the most commonly used incendiary on the northern battlefield of the Western Frontier, playing a crucial role in battles against the demon tribes.

Ancient people did not understand its nature, but the Six Ugly Ones did. They recognized the truth: the entire lake is a natural asphalt mine, and the floating oil is an unrefined mixture of benzene compounds, similar to modern gasoline or diesel.

Due to the human race’s demand for this oil, they established a city here, sending prisoners to labor in extracting the oil, crafting wooden barrels to transport it to Hot Spring Pass and then distributing it across the land. The lake’s vast surface and the abundance of oil attracted countless refugees seeking livelihood and a morsel of food.

When the Six Ugly Ones arrived at Black Fire City with two demons, it was already evening. The ancient tortoise beasts moved across the wilderness, and from afar, the lanterns hung atop the city walls cast a faint yellow glow that pierced the night, bringing a sense of security.

At the city gate, sentries called out, questioning their identity. The Six Ugly Ones handed over their credentials, which were hoisted in a basket for verification atop the city wall. The gate was soon opened, and the tortoise beasts carrying the three demons were allowed inside.

Black fire oil is of great strategic value, and this place lies on the Western Frontier’s frontline. Thus, a detachment of five hundred troops is stationed here year-round. However, since the demon tribes show little interest in the oil, battles here are rare. Over time, this unit grew lax, downgraded from a frontline corps to a ragtag group tasked mainly with maintaining city order rather than engaging in combat.

In contrast, other cities in the Western Frontier might simply lower a basket to allow entry during the night without much ceremony.

Upon clarifying their destination, the Six Ugly Ones refused the city gate captain’s offer to guide them, only instructing him to let the tortoise beast riders rest and return the next day. They themselves, along with Moyun and Golden Eye, went alone.

Black Fire City’s walls rise over ten meters, sturdy and imposing. Though not large, the city’s population far exceeds that of others due to the abundance of fire oil. The main streets and their surrounding houses are relatively neat and spacious, but the rest of the city is filled with various shanties and straw huts. Narrow, winding alleys create a classic slum atmosphere.

Though night had deepened, dim oil lamps still flickered throughout the slums. Workshops labored ceaselessly through the night. Some paid vagrants were drunk and sprawling; prostitutes, with faces powdered white, sat in dirty rags at doorways, too lazy to dress or undress properly, loudly calling out to passersby with coquettish laughter.

The air was thick with foul odors—not just the benzene scent from the lake but also a pungent mix of cheap hair oil, rotting food, and fermenting mash—strong and revolting.

People sprawled across the main streets and alleys, drunk or homeless, snoring loudly. They were so downtrodden that even a secret murder would be unnoticed; they lay unaware of life or death, or what tomorrow might bring.

As the Six Ugly Ones walked, shadowy figures peeked from nearby alleys. Though Six Ugly Ones and Moyun had assumed human forms, Moyun’s towering seven-foot frame was intimidating enough to deter any rash moves from onlookers.

These people were like greedy rats living in filth: cruel and vicious toward the weak, even gnawing bones bare, yet cautious and submissive before the strong.

Without pause, the Six Ugly Ones reached a large wooden gate on the main street. No guards stood on either side. As he moved to knock, a slight twitch of his ear halted him immediately.

Then, a stout man emerged from a nearby guardhouse, jogging hurriedly to Six Ugly Ones. He bowed deeply. “Welcome, Commander Hou. I am the city captain, sent specially to receive you.”

Six Ugly Ones assessed the man and found him weak—equivalent at best to a demon beast in the transformative stage. Such a lackluster strength explained the city’s poor defenses.

He did not waste words and asked, “Where are the others?”

“The others...”

“They have all left. Only I remain to wait for you,” came a voice beside him. Turning, Six Ugly Ones saw a sharp-featured man around twenty-three or twenty-four step out with a sly grin. He wore a long tunic with leather armor, a rounded chest guard, and copper scales reinforcing key points, the attire standard for a Commander Hou. Six Ugly Ones had seen similar armor in Dog Hill but had no suitable size for his own stature.

Though properly dressed, the man’s coarse demeanor and slovenly appearance belied any elite image. Compared to the elite of Tianshan Sect, he looked merely like a street thug with a uniform.

Behind him stood seven or eight lackluster guards, slouching with disinterest. Some cast hostile, provocative glances up and down. Together they blocked the gate entirely.

Six Ugly Ones smiled faintly. Despite their shabby appearance, a faint scent of blood on them clearly marked them as battle-hardened soldiers who had emerged from the crucible of war.

He nodded calmly. “Commander Hou, I am Six Ugly Ones.”

“I know you,” the youth shrugged with a grin. “I’m also a Commander Hou, named Guan Lan.” He feigned distress. “This time, with Jie Gui, there are three deputy commanders. Counting you and me, six commanders. The others have been dispatched; only I remain here to wait for you and hold the city, clearing the surroundings.”

Six Ugly Ones was somewhat surprised that such a scoundrel bore such a refined name, but what puzzled him more was the military order: called so urgently only to garrison the city, which was unusual.

“Garrison?” Six Ugly Ones repeated instinctively.

“Yes, garrison. A thankless task with no battle glory. Not just me, the others grumble too.” Guan Lan looked up gloomily, then coughed heavily. “So I do my best to boost the morale of my guards. Brother Six Ugly, can you understand my predicament?”

Six Ugly Ones smiled slightly, nodding. “Indeed. I suppose those brought in by the academy to raise spirits have been dealt with. May I rest inside?”

“Ah? All settled... Ah, Brother Six Ugly, you’re truly kind! Please, please!” Guan Lan’s face lit up as he gestured inside, and his guards parted to open the main door.

Following Guan Lan inside, Six Ugly Ones immediately spotted a traditional bellyband hanging on a tree. From a slightly ajar door nearby came muffled voices and dozens of eyes peering through cracks and gaps, revealing many beautiful courtesans within the city. How he found so many such beauties here was a mystery.

Clearly, Six Ugly Ones had paused earlier because he overheard the decadent sounds from within, already sensing the situation.

Guan Lan, seeing Six Ugly Ones grasp the key point, no longer hid the truth and openly invited, “Brother Six Ugly, would you care to join in boosting the troops’ morale?”

Six Ugly Ones smiled and shook his head—not out of disdain but after a full day of cultivation atop the tortoise beast, he simply wished to rest. Though powerful, he was still young and had little enthusiasm for such revelry.

Seeing his refusal, Guan Lan ceased his invitation and pointed toward several side rooms. “All the rooms on the left are yours to use freely. If you want food...” He chuckled, “Those people bothering us earlier have all been sent away. You’ll have to arrange your own provisions!”

“No problem.” Six Ugly Ones nodded and turned toward the rooms. Guan Lan remained behind, shouting after him.

“Good brother! Bear with it tonight; tomorrow I’ll host a feast in your honor...”

Before he finished, a woman’s startled cry rang out. The guards, unable to restrain themselves, burst into the rooms like ravenous wolves, stripping the women’s clothes and beginning their carousing. The women were startled but also amused, chiding them playfully.

The night passed quietly for Six Ugly Ones and Moyun, their dreams undisturbed by the nocturnal clamor until dawn.

By midday the next day, Six Ugly Ones had a proper conversation with the drowsy Guan Lan, clarifying the details of the military orders.

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