Gelan suppressed her hot breath, indulging in a moment of clandestine pleasure, lost in ecstasy. The fully released sense of immorality and jealous gazes only made her unable to stop.
“I told you not to make that face. This really is the last time, so let me spoil myself a little.”
“I seriously suspect you’re reluctant to give up the betrothal gift and have your eyes on my dowry. Hiss… this little Lan here really has nothing left. When you find a sharp weapon that suits you, you’ll understand – nurturing a sword consumes the most Spirit Stones.”
“How could that be? My feelings for Xiang’er are sincere, and toward you, it’s pure revolutionary camaraderie. Romance and the Great Dao don’t conflict.”
Even as he said that, the Sacred Fire showed no signs of fatigue. The Minghuang Cultivation Body was doing its utmost to help Lady Lan charge at that sealed gate – every extra collision was beneficial.
“As if I’d believe you, you little slick. I wonder how many girls you’ll fool in the future. Oh—!”
No one knew how long passed, but the commotion in the darkness subsided, and Aunt Master could finally put down her mask of suffering.
Late at night, a dispute suddenly broke out outside.
The three became alert at the same time. Yan Bingling lightly patted her sword case, assuming the Hong Dock crew were courting death.
Yun Liu suddenly rose, shook his head, slowly withdrew his arm, threw on his clothes, and went out.
Ah Lian, still asleep, twitched slightly and fumbled around before grabbing Gelan’s arm to continue hugging.
“Huh? You all… I…”
But at that moment, the Hong Dock gang couldn’t care less about the fat sheep that had delivered itself to their doorstep. Everyone on the deck was staring at the uninvited guests across from them, as if facing a great enemy.
Under the moon, the Interlinked Docks – one ship was a fortress.
A burly man sat alone in front of the battle line, drinking freely, not sparing a glance at the trash.
Upon closer inspection, that “burly man,” who stood over six feet tall, was actually a woman. Her features were not unpleasant, and her sturdy build was no less than Lin Shu’s, with a broader frame than average.
“Big Sister Hong, our Young Master Fang respects you as a figure, so he invited you. He can’t bear to see you die at sea.”
“What kind of mongrel are you? Who do you think you are to speak to me? Call your master out.”
The Lord of Hong Dock scratched her ear. Her voice was rough but not harsh. Though a woman, she kept calling herself ‘Old Man.’ Her cultivation at the Nascent Soul Upper Realm was already quite formidable in the Interlinked Docks.
The enemies on the deck came in force, wearing blue-and-white striped clothes – all members of the Sea-Severing Alliance from the opposite shore.
“Miss Hong speaks frankly. I, Wu, admire that.”
A person stepped out of the Sea-Severing Alliance. He had long gray hair and an arrogant gaze. He was clearly here to deliver an ultimatum, yet still put on airs.
“The Sea-Severing Alliance sincerely invites like-minded aspirants from the Boundless Sea to seek the extraordinary treasure together. This is the wish of the entire Howling Fjord. I hope the captain will set an example for the Interlinked Docks. If you don’t recognize kindness…”
“What do you mean by not recognizing kindness? The Interlinked Docks and the Sea-Severing Alliance have always minded their own business. Sending out a random Hero Invitation to scare people and trying to unite the Howling Fjord – don’t make me laugh!”
This Big Sister Hong’s face twisted into a ferocious expression as she cut him off directly. Her fiery temper was no less than Lin Shu’s.
Rogue cultivators fought for supremacy among various factions, but the fleet of the Interlinked Docks operated independently and never cooperated with others. The other side clearly had more people, having recruited and trained for many years, intending to unite forces from inside and outside the sea.
“Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! I’m not afraid to tell you – the various Island Lords have decided to elect Alliance Chief Wu as their leader. Even against Penghu Immortal Mountain and the Cold Chant Sect, we have a fighting chance. Surrender obediently, and you’ll get a share of the opportunity in Mirage City, far better than letting it fall into outsiders’ hands.”
“What you all want to do is your business. No one gets to order me around. Get the hell back to where you came from. The Sea-Severing Alliance is not welcome here!”
Big Sister Hong clenched her fist, sending out a shockwave. The Wind Spirit surge instantly blew away nine trash who had dared to step forward.
The young man from Wu Family Fort was grim-faced. Since the recruitment had failed, they could only resort to force.
“Hong Xiufang, I gave you a chance. You forced my hand. Since that’s the case, today I’ll kill the chicken to scare the monkeys – show everyone in the Interlinked Docks what happens when you oppose the Sea-Severing Alliance!”
This kid still wore a standard villainous expression, so classic it was beyond criticism.
At the back of the crowd, Yun Liu was leaning against the ship’s railing, watching the excitement. Yes, Big Sister Hong had a cute name that was completely at odds with her physique.
The Howling Fjord was notoriously chaotic – a small fight every three days, a big one every half month. That was normal. Without some skill, you wouldn’t dare sleep here.
“Attack!”
At Wu Family Fort’s command, both sides clashed into a mess.
In an instant, the ship was filled with the chaos of blades and swords, Artifacts spinning, and a variety of fighting styles. Even the weakest Hong Dock lackey was at Foundation Establishment. Killing cries echoed through the fjord.
“Come and die, Wu Lei!”
Hong Xiufang was the fiercest. She charged alone into the crowd of the Sea-Severing Alliance. Her Artifact was a pair of Knuckle Dusters embedded with Shark-Tooth Spikes, punching flesh and bone, viciously slamming.
At the same time, an Elder of Wu Family Fort appeared. He was a Nascent Soul Artifact Cultivator, controlling a Celestial Porcelain Vase in his hand, trying to trap Hong Xiufang.
A volley of hidden arrows came from the side, and cultivators from the Sea-Severing Alliance were also lying in ambush beneath the sea. One poisoned arrow shot through the crowd, heading straight for Yun Liu.
Yan Bingling simply flicked her sleeve, sending a cold light flying back. The arrow struck the throat, killing the Wu family loyalist who had been shouting earlier.
The Wu family youth, who had not acted yet, felt his heart skip a beat, shocked and enraged. At that moment, he noticed the golden-haired youth watching from the sidelines. A glint flashed in his eyes – he couldn’t even see through the spiritual auras of the two.
“No wonder Captain Hong is so fearless. This gentleman wouldn’t happen to be the reinforcements you’ve brought, would he?”
“Huh?”
Hong Xiufang scratched the back of her head, momentarily unable to figure out the situation. Surprised, she turned to stare at the handsome young man behind her.
‘Where did this yellow-haired kid come from? A new minion on the boat?’
“You’re standing on the wrong side, outsider.”
Wu Lei decisively leaped down and flew across the crowd. The Wind Spirit in his Qi Sea roared as he raised his leg for a Thunderous Strike!
Yan Bingling’s lips curled into a cruel smile, but Yun Liu grabbed her cold little hand to stop her.
‘Aunt Master’s sword is for slaying dragons. Dealing with these small fries would only dirty the treasure.’
The Wu family youth was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. His whip kick carried fierce gale force, arriving in an instant.
“Watch out!”
Hong Xiufang saw that her new minion was in danger, but anxious as she was, she couldn’t escape the Celestial Porcelain Vase flying above her head.
Unexpectedly, the golden-haired youth neither dodged nor evaded. He threw a punch straight into Wu Lei’s knee, a head-on collision.
Thud!
The impact was heavy and dull. Both were sent flying backward.
Yun Liu fell into a soft embrace, caught steadily by Yan Bingling and held in her arms.
His opponent was not so lucky. He staggered back more than ten steps, knocking over a large number of Sea-Severing Alliance members.
Wu Lei’s left leg twitched slightly. After exchanging blows, he realized that this kid was only at the Golden Core realm, yet could match him evenly. He couldn’t help but be alarmed and cautious.
Rogue cultivators in the Chaotic Sea had diverse training, mostly forging the physical body externally and supplementing with internal techniques, adapting as needed. There was no way one should be able to match a cultivator a full major realm higher.
“This kid has incredible strength. Could he be a pure Body Cultivator?”