Chapter 127: Come Be My Sworn Brother, Beautiful Mermaid
The White-haired Man coldly sized up Fang Shu, then suddenly spoke:
“Fellow Daoist Fang, how did my younger brother’s Precious Blood taste?”
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire cabin fell silent, and the gazes of the other six people all turned to the two of them, their eyes filled with interest.
Fang Shu’s eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly understood.
A half-smile appeared on his face. Since the other party was so direct, he didn’t hide it either and directly countered:
“Is this a case of killing the young one and then the old one showing up… Fellow Daoist Ling?”
A low laugh came from the White-haired Man’s mouth, but he said:
“Yes and no. As for me, Ling, I should thank Fellow Daoist for killing White Dog for me.
Otherwise, that old thing would keep pressing me at least until the autumn examination period before letting me go up the mountain.”
Hearing this, Fang Shu’s eyebrows twitched. It seemed that the relationship between the White-haired Man, White Dog, and Old Man Ling in front of him was quite subtle. But he didn’t pay too much attention to it; it was hard to discern the truth from such one-sided words.
At this moment, the White-haired Man stared intently at Fang Shu, a hint of excitement suddenly appearing on his face.
He said excitedly: “Fellow Daoist, not only did you cultivate Shao Wei Guan’s Lead Skill, but you also killed my younger brother White Dog. You’re qualified and bold. Come be my brother!
In the future, we’ll go down the mountain together, kill that old thing, and take his flesh for cultivation! At that time, I’ll be the Dojo Master, you’ll be the deputy Dojo Master, and all the disciples and affairs in the dojo will be yours for the taking. On the mountain or off, whoever you want to beat, your brother will help you beat them!”
Even though Fang Shu had imagined various scenarios between the two, he truly hadn’t expected this one.
When the White-haired Man opened his mouth, it wasn’t to seek revenge, but to pull him in as a brother and together take out Old Man Ling to seize Shao Wei Guan’s family business for themselves.
The roommates in the surrounding cabin looked even more strange upon hearing this.
While pondering, Fang Shu observed the White-haired Man’s demeanor and secretly activated the Dragon Seeking Gold Worm.
As a result, from the other’s expressions and actions, he found that the man didn’t seem to be lying or painting a pie in the sky. Unless—the other’s acting skills had reached a divine level, able to control even the subtle Qi and Blood freely, leaving no flaws for the Dragon Seeking Gold Worm to detect.
“Wait… this appearance.”
Suddenly, Fang Shu’s heart settled, and he fiercely thought of something, immediately understanding why he felt various familiar sensations from this man.
It wasn’t just because the other came from Shao Wei Guan and also cultivated Shao Wei Guan’s Lead Skill, but also because the other’s appearance and demeanor were somewhat similar to Xiao Li Li’s situation after planting the False Spiritual Root.
Fang Shu examined closely and thought to himself: “No, not somewhat—extremely similar!”
The man’s face was sharp and pointed, like man or wolf, with white fur growing on his body, clearly showing signs of Demonic Transformation.
It was eighty or ninety percent like Xiao Li Li, having suffered “external object” erosion that even affected his brain and temperament.
It was just unknown whether the external object planted in the other’s body was also a Spiritual Root or simply caused by taking medicine.
A trace of pity appeared in Fang Shu’s eyes.
He felt even more fortunate in his heart that he hadn’t joined Shao Wei Guan for cultivation back then.
Otherwise, whether from Second Uncle Yu Le’s experience, Xiao Hu and his daughter, or this White-haired Man in front of him, Shao Wei Guan was no benevolent place; once entered, one would be beyond their own control.
The White-haired Man was being sized up by Fang Shu.
Seeing that Fang Shu still hadn’t responded, a hint of malice finally appeared on his face, and he growled lowly: “Be straightforward, give a reply, don’t be like a woman dithering!”
Fang Shu pondered, his heart stirring. He didn’t refuse, but smiled and said:
“Such an important matter, how can we conspire openly? Elder Brother Ling and I have just set off up the mountain; this needs long-term planning, and it’s still too early.”
Hearing this, the White-haired Man also showed a thoughtful expression.
Then the man nodded solemnly and said gruffly: “Right, you’re correct. After we go up the mountain, I’ll find you to talk.”
After saying that, the other closed his eyes on his own, continuing to sit boldly on his own bunk, no longer looking at Fang Shu.
Just as Fang Shu was about to withdraw his gaze from the other, the man suddenly opened his eyes again and buzzed:
“By the way, my title is White Wolf.”
With these words, it was unclear if he was introducing himself to Fang Shu or to everyone. After speaking, he closed his eyes tightly again, sitting motionless without opening them further.
Fang Shu looked closely and saw that the Qi and Blood on the other’s body was surging rhythmically, clearly having entered a state of seated cultivation.
Such temperament made him praise inwardly.
After the interlude with White Wolf, the atmosphere among the people in the cabin temporarily eased and relaxed.
Fang Shu, as if no one else was around, introduced himself to Er Dai Yuan and the others.
Perhaps because they shared a room, and hearing Er Dai Yuan say that after arriving at the Immortal Sect, they would still be together as a group.
The atmosphere among everyone was decent, and even the Black Rat who covered his face was very cooperative in revealing his background.
The first night the seven met passed like this on the boat.
The following days.
Everyone grew familiar with life on the boat and occasionally went out together, walking out of the cabin to stroll on the deck.
Fang Shu blended in among them, neither too friendly nor distant.
Even toward Hua Xiaqing, whom he was very wary of, he maintained a superficial politeness.
This day.
After dinner, several people went to the deck together to digest and rest, listening to the well-informed Er Dai Yuan talk about various news that interested everyone.
The woman spoke freely:
“This place is neither a lake nor an inland sea; it’s actually the River Heart. However, it’s the River Heart where nine rivers converge.
Legend has it that there was once an immortal city here called Nine Rivers Immortal City, but it sank into the land long ago. Precisely because Nine Rivers Immortal City sank, this vast sea-like expanse formed, usually shrouded in clouds and mist within Mount Lu, unknown to outsiders.”
Everyone listened in astonishment.
When everyone asked how many days until docking, a hint of hesitation appeared on Er Dai Yuan’s face.
At that moment, the woman’s eyes suddenly lit up.
She pointed to one side of the Transport Boat and called out: “Look, River Sharks!”
Fang Shu and the others, upon hearing this, thought some rare beast had appeared on the River Surface again and didn’t pay much attention. In just a few short days, they had already seen all sorts of river beasts.
As a result, besides Er Dai Yuan, exclamations from other Immortal Seeds also rose from the left and right of the deck.
Only to see on the churning River Surface, things continuously leaping up and down; looking closely, they were tender-skinned, beautiful-faced young women.
Their bodies were plump, faces exquisite, but they all seemed carved from the same mold, with no legs below, replaced by fish tails.
As they frolicked, these “young women” fully exposed their alluring female bodies, their voices like weeping and complaining.
The people on the deck were all Third Calamity Immortals with sharp eyes.
They saw at a glance that these “young women,” apart from lacking legs, were identical to human women in every other aspect, regardless of thickness or depth.
The deck grew noisy for a moment:
“River Sharks? The legendary mermaid-like creatures?”
Many Immortal Seeds focused on arduous cultivation, seeing that blood-stirring scene on the water surface, couldn’t help but have their Qi and Blood surge, gazes entranced.
This scene even drew out the Refining Qi Immortals from the Transport Boat.
A voice rang out: “These are River Shark Fish, as described in the purple Qi Hearing Record.”
Those few Refining Qi Immortals seemed to be kindly introducing them to everyone:
“The Eastern Sea also has them, man-sized, all appearing as beautiful women, skin white as jade, scaleless and soft.
Though these shark fish have fish tails, their yin form is no different from human women. Widowers and Widows by the sea often dig pools to capture and keep them, to alleviate personal loneliness; their uses are no different from humans.”
These words fell on everyone’s ears, further piquing interest, leading many to freely comment and speculate with a hunter’s curiosity.
Not long after.
The sailing Transport Boat even deliberately slowed and stopped, making it convenient for those River Shark Fish to approach. Some Immortal Seeds hiding in the cabins also came out one after another, gathering on the deck to watch.
