“Mr. Yun’s discipleship? Apprentice or concubine?”
Li Su found it amusing. That would mean she was the first to be eliminated. If that were the case, only burly, strong women could become Mr. Yun’s disciples.
“Something like that.”
Coincidentally, this desolate island was a stop on Yun Liu’s route, and it belonged to the territory of Ju’ao Island.
At some point, a cultivator in a blue robe appeared in the woods, sizing them up with a strange look.
“What are you looking at? Never seen a cute girl before?”
Li Su glared at the rude man. Today she wasn’t wearing her Daoist crown, and her usually pinned-up hair hung loose over her shoulders, her pure, pretty face pitifully endearing.
That Ju’ao Island cultivator was returning to his sect when he spotted the firelight on the isolated island. Curiosity brought him to investigate. Seeing two alluring young girls, he was stunned, especially by the golden-haired one.
“Which master’s disciples are you? Don’t you know this is Ju’ao Island territory? No landing without permission.”
“So what if I know, so what if I don’t.”
Li Su naturally disdained to reveal her master’s name. She had always had a sharp temper.
The male cultivator also laughed, brazenly eyeing their lovely figures, and said mockingly:
“Three patrol disciples from Ju’ao Island just went missing in the nearby sea area. You didn’t kill them, did you?”
“So what if we did, so what if we didn’t.”
“Then don’t blame me for being impolite. Please come with me back to Ju’ao Island to clarify the truth.”
The man was at the early Golden Core stage. His Divine Sense swept over them, and he sneered contemptuously. They were merely two Foundation Establishment juniors.
Li Su gave a wink, hiding two Smoke Bomb Pills in her sleeve, ready to flee back to Canghai Island at any moment. She could already tell this man’s cultivation was not to be trifled with.
“You say go and I’ll go? This young lady won’t!”
Ji Shiyu, however, misinterpreted that look. She chewed on an octopus leg while nodding silently, her Divine Sense merging with the Seven-Star Sword.
Bang!
The Smoke Bomb Pill exploded, filling the air with poisonous smoke. It not only blocked vision but also disrupted Divine Sense perception with turbulent spiritual energy fluctuations.
“Huh?”
The man grasped a ring-shaped magic tool. A misty barrier formed around him, shimmering with water ripples. He was a water spiritual root spell cultivator.
“Audacious brat, take my sword!”
Just as Li Su was about to retreat, Ji Shiyu had already grabbed her flying sword and charged forward, heedless of the opponent’s cultivation level.
The next second, a moonlight glow appeared above their heads, drawing the Ju’ao Island cultivator’s attention.
The moonlight was beautiful, captivating.
The man’s eyes then went blank. He fell under the Illusion Sword, stepping in place in a daze. His Divine Soul cultivation was a complete mess.
Ji Shiyu appeared behind him. The hilt of the sword struck heavily.
The man thudded to the ground, unconscious.
“That’s it?”
Li Su was startled. She vaguely sensed it was an extremely profound Divine Sense attack, and exclaimed:
“What kind of trick is that? So powerful!”
Truly, in just a few days apart, she had a whole new level of respect for Little Yellow Hair.
Ji Shiyu was smug. She had only skimmed through Moon in the Well once and already learned it passably, completely unaware that learning from someone else’s secret technique had already violated sect rules.
“Teacher taught me. Jealous?”
Following the customs of the Boundless Sea, Li Su cheerfully confiscated the man’s Fangcun Object as spoils of war. Her powerful Divine Soul easily broke through the spirit mark.
This guy was all flash. He had forcibly formed a Golden Core with a Mystic Grade Core Formation Pill, but his Divine Soul realm was still stuck at Foundation Establishment. Such a disgrace.
“Oh, there’s an invitation letter addressed to the Lord of Ju’ao Island. Let me see.”
Li Su read softly as Ji Shiyu’s little head squeezed in.
“Boring, what a pauper. Just this many spirit stones. Huh, and a Hero Invitation sent via a thought imprint to the Lord of Ju’ao Island?”
“Sincerely invite Island Lord Ju to discuss a great matter… a Hero Invitation?”
“When the Five Islands Align, the Vortex Gate opens wide; Mirage City appears, the precious treasure calms the seas…”
It turned out this little rookie was just a messenger. He got taken down for no reason.
“Hiss. Looks like we’re in trouble.”
The two exchanged a glance, suddenly feeling they’d be scolded when they got home tonight.
“What’s a Hero Invitation?”
“Just a bunch of rogue cultivators, bandits, and pirates from the Chaotic Sea gathering together, daring to call themselves heroes. Overestimating themselves, trying to contend with the various Ling Tian Caves and share a piece of the pie in Mirage City.”
Ji Shiyu pricked up her ears.
Teacher had abandoned her here, likely for this very reason. He might even be among the invitees.
“Sounds fun?”
“Massively fun!”
Li Su and Ji Shiyu exchanged looks, both seeing the eagerness in each other’s eyes. The corners of their mouths slowly lifted.
Recently, at all the major harbors of the Wulang Sea, cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces had gathered. People of all sorts, a mix of dragons and snakes.
Penglai Island strictly forbade disciples from running around. They could only watch the sea from afar when the Great Whirlpool reopened. But waiting until then would be too late.
Then they remembered the punishments from Mister Canghai and Senior Sister Qin—at least a few days of confinement. Either way, they were going to be criticized. They might as well go back later.
“Let’s go?”
“Let’s go!”
Newborn calves don’t fear tigers. The two wild girls were of one mind—both couldn’t stay still.
“But we’ll be recognized like this. We need to disguise ourselves. Best to use male identities for easier travel. I’ve brought men’s clothes and chest bindings. Ordinary people won’t see through it.”
“I’m good at this!”
Ji Shiyu slapped her forehead, remembering how she had infiltrated the pleasure quarters in Yudu without being discovered.
Soon, the two beautiful girls were nowhere to be seen.
Two dashing young masters emerged from the forest—one with sharp brows and starry eyes, the other elegant and handsome.
Li Su and Ji Shiyu were both smiling, but when they saw each other, they were both startled.
“You, you… why are you disguising yourself as your master?”
“And you? Why are you dressing up as the Lord of White Whale Island?”
Ji Shiyu had padded her soles to be taller, dyed her golden hair jet black, and lightly made up her fair face. She already looked sixty to seventy percent like that slacker young man.
Li Su was even more outrageous. She used a Transformation Pill to become the appearance of her teacher’s close friend, having far too much fun.
Both girls blushed. In that instant, they seemed to understand something. They coughed in tacit understanding, surprisingly in sync.
Li Su cleared her throat, speaking in a hoarse voice:
“Ahem, as the Lord of White Whale Island, it’s perfectly reasonable to attend the Sea Banquet with the Hero Invitation, right?”
“Then as the East Pole Pavilion Master accompanying you, that also makes logical sense.”
Ji Shiyu adjusted her voice, entering full imitation mode, copying Yun Liu’s lazy manner perfectly.
“Got it!”
“My friend speaks sense. Let’s set off immediately!”
The two little girls piloted a spirit boat and set course for Wailing Harbor.
Seven days later would be the once-in-a-century Five Islands Alignment. All the heroes of the Chaotic Sea would be present.
Ji Shiyu squinted and grinned wickedly. A thought struck her.
Since she couldn’t find Teacher, why not become Teacher and show herself in public!
Just stir up a little trouble. If he found out, he’d definitely rush over to expose this fake version of him.
“I’m so smart!”
Evening. Canghai Pavilion.
A refined, middle-aged cultivator sat quietly in a pavilion. Various spiritual medicines were laid before him as he commented on the works of the Yao Lu disciples.
The most eye-catching thing was a bottle of third-grade Spiritual Invigoration Pill.
Earth-grade quality, impeccable color and fragrance, but just lacking a bit of spiritual nature. If he occasionally had some insight, perhaps he could touch the barrier of the Heavenly Dao.
Canghai looked at Qin Xiang and smiled with a nod.
Back in the day, Mister Kuai had reached the Nascent Soul cultivation level but still couldn’t become a fourth-grade alchemist. Now, this child’s understanding of the Path of Alchemy had already surpassed her teacher’s.