Chapter 93: On the Flying Boat
As dawn's light broke, Xiao Ling'er waved her fair hand. A flying boat crafted entirely of green jade expanded in the wind, its body flowing with pale cyan spiritual patterns that glittered brilliantly under the morning sun.
"Sister Lin, please." Xiao Ling'er's eyes curved as she made an inviting gesture.
Is this little girl using the flying boat specifically because she cannot fly? Chen Chang'an thought to himself.
Whether in speed or agility, a flying boat was far inferior to a cultivator of the same realm. However, it offered the advantage of comfort.
She stepped onto the flying boat readily, but the moment her foot landed, she sensed a faint aura beneath the vessel.
Glancing down, she indeed saw Gray-robed Elder Mo hiding his form, clinging to the boat's bottom like a shadow.
...
Chen Chang'an couldn't help but palm his forehead. Why must these guardian cultivators always hide instead of standing openly beside those they protect? Can they not act as bodyguards unless concealed?
Or perhaps this approach holds greater deterrence?
But seeing the old man's face wearing an expression contented as if drinking sweet malt sugar, Chen Chang'an could only offer his blessings and respect.
The flying boat could block wind, provide rest, and offer scenery. He himself couldn't endure such hardship.
Soon, the flying boat pierced through the clouds, with mountains and rivers rapidly receding beneath them.
However, after flying for less than one shichen, a violent spiritual power fluctuation suddenly erupted ahead—
The clouds shattered as a massive black iron vessel, like a ferocious beast, tore through the sky.
"Bang!"
A colossal flying boat, entirely jet-black, appeared to block their path. Its dark hull was covered with blood-red patterns, and standing at the prow was the richly dressed young man from yesterday.
"We meet again." The young man sneered.
Xiao Ling'er remained unconcerned, sneering back: "So it's you. Good dogs don't block the way."
"At death's door, still so stubborn." The young man's gaze greedily swept over Chen Chang'an, then settled on Xiao Ling'er's pretty face, his eyes lighting up.
When with Chen Chang'an, Xiao Ling'er had not concealed her appearance.
"Originally, if you had obediently handed over this woman, I could have spared your life. But now... this young master has changed his mind."
"Oh? What new idea?"
"This young master wants them all!" The richly dressed young man stuck out his tongue and licked his lips: "Though your looks are slightly inferior, you'd still make more than an adequate foot-warming maid."
Seeing the other's schemes actually targeting her, Xiao Ling'er's pretty face turned cold as she stepped forward: "Seeking death!"
Spiritual power surged around her, and the pressure of the late Profound Connection Realm was released without restraint.
The richly dressed young man showed no panic, instead curling his lips in mockery: "Just you?"
He stepped aside and cupped his hands respectfully: "I ask the Elder of the clan to assist me!"
Before the words faded, a gray-haired old man emerged with hands behind his back. His aura was as deep as the abyss and vast as the sea—he was clearly a Returning to Origin Realm expert!
"Junior, surrender yourself." The old man spoke indifferently, his voice like rolling muffled thunder, causing the flying boat to tremble slightly.
"So that's it. No wonder your mouth is so foul—you have backing."
"And what if I do?" The young man said smugly.
Seeing this, Xiao Ling'er didn't hesitate, snorting coldly: "Elder Mo!"
"Boom—"
A pressure as vast as the sea suddenly erupted. The gray-robed elder who had been hiding beneath the flying boat instantly appeared, and the terrifying aura of the Longevity Realm swept across heaven and earth!
On the Xuan Ying Continent, an ancient saying circulated—without entering Longevity, all is empty!
Cultivators defy heaven and wrest fate from the heavens, yet even at the peak of the Returning to Origin Realm, they possess merely eight hundred years of lifespan—still unable to escape becoming a handful of yellow earth. Only by stepping into the Longevity Realm can one truly break free from the shackles of lifespan and enjoy five thousand springs and autumns!
Longevity Realm cultivators undergo physical metamorphosis, their primordial spirits become substantial, and every gesture can invoke the laws of heaven and earth. A single drop of their blood can form rivers, a strand of hair can cleave mountains—they have transcended the mundane and truly touched the threshold of "immortality."
In ordinary sects, a Longevity Realm cultivator is sufficient to serve as sect master, presiding over a region and intimidating a thousand li.
Even within top-tier forces, Longevity Realm experts are the mainstay, holding elder positions and controlling core inheritances.
For this reason, the cultivation world regards the Longevity Realm as the true starting point—previous realms merely refine foundations; only upon entering Longevity does one truly walk the immortal path and earn the right to seek eternal life!
Thus, Longevity Realm cultivators bear another title: "Longevity Zhenren."
"Lo-Longevity Zhenren?!"
At this moment, the Returning to Origin Realm old man opposite them turned pale, his voice cracking.
The richly dressed young man's face turned ashen, his legs weakening as he nearly collapsed to his knees.
Elder Mo stood with hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering without wind as his indifferent gaze swept past them.
Then, with a casual wave of his hand—
"Swish!"
An invisible air blade swept past. The young man felt a sudden chill below his waist.
He looked down blankly, only to see the hem of his brocade robe hanging empty—his certain important part had vanished.
Blood gushed out belatedly, staining the black iron flying boat's deck crimson.
"Aaaah... aaah—!!"
A piercing shriek tore through the sea of clouds. The young man's eyes rolled back as he fainted from agony.
"My lady dislikes killing." Elder Mo stood with hands behind his back, his tone as indifferent as discussing the weather. "Consider this a minor lesson."
The Returning to Origin Realm old man trembled violently. He thudded to his knees, banging his forehead against the deck: "Thank you for your mercy, Zhenren! Thank you for sparing my life!"
"Be gone."
As if granted amnesty, the old man grabbed the unconscious youth and fled, scrambling to activate his flying boat.
The once-majestic black iron vessel now staggered into the clouds like a castrated stray dog.
Xiao Ling'er stole a glance at the pool of blood, her small face flushing slightly.
Elder Mo, having performed a trivial act, vanished into the air once more.
Chen Chang'an glanced downward—sure enough, he was clinging beneath the flying boat again...
Throughout the entire encounter, she had leaned lazily against the railing, watching with keen interest without any intention to intervene.
Xiao Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, turning to Chen Chang'an, only to see her clapping with a smile: "Not bad, not bad at all."
Xiao Ling'er: "..."
She had expected to see some astonishment from this "sister," yet this was all?
What kind of background did this Sister Lin truly possess?
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