Mortal: Starting in a chaotic starry sea, I can upgrade everything.

"Sect Master, three years ago, the sect lent me 100,000 spirit stones. At that time, you promised to give me Fairy Zhuo."

"Why don't you, Sect Leader, grant my request this time, so as to put an end to Fellow Daoist Fu's thoughts?"

Jiang Yu spoke casually, but the meaning behind his words was profound.

Zhou Yuan's heart sank upon hearing this.

In an instant, he realized that Jiang Yu had seen through all his previous schemes.

She opened her mouth, but hesitated to say anything more.

She was desperate and grasped at straws when she came up with the idea of ​​giving Zhuo Ruting to Jiang Yu.

It’s different in the past.

With the Miaoyin Sect thriving, there was naturally no need for them to sell out their disciples for profit.

Now that things have come to this, she had no choice but to set aside her status as sect leader and sincerely apologize via telepathy: "Elder Jiang, I was inconsiderate in this matter, and I hope you will forgive me."

Jiang Yu sneered inwardly.

If you make a wrong calculation, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding price.

As for forgiveness, let's wait until he's in a good mood.

He didn't respond to Zhou Yuan, but kept moving his hands.

He began to knead and roam over the beauty in his arms, applying a deliberate pressure.

If the master makes a mistake, then the disciple should make the payment.

Jiang Yu was entirely retaliating against Zhou Yuan's earlier scheming against him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhuo Ruting felt extremely uncomfortable, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, the redness spreading from her ears to her neck.

Her usually aloof eyes were filled with embarrassment; she pressed her lips tightly together, not daring to make the slightest move to resist; her delicate face looked as if she could be pinched until it bled at any moment.

At this moment, Jiang Yu's voice entered Zhuo Ruting's ears: "It has been three years since we last met. Fairy Zhuo has already entered the Foundation Establishment stage. It seems that you have outstanding talent in cultivation. Why don't you follow me? I don't think Sect Leader Zhou will say anything. What do you say?"

Zhuo Ruting's heart skipped a beat, and her voice trembled slightly.

She was an innocent woman who had only come to pour wine for the man before her on her master's orders, but she had no idea that he had taken advantage of her so much. She was no longer in the mood to listen to his words.

He could only reply timidly yet firmly, "Elder Jiang... Elder Jiang, as my master's disciple, I have long ago sworn an oath that I will never leave the Miaoyin Sect in this lifetime."

"Oh?"

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, feeling that the virgin in his arms was becoming more and more wonderful, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.

Hearing the woman let out a muffled groan, he said in a teasing tone, "As a guest elder of the Miaoyin Sect, your following me doesn't mean you've left the Miaoyin Sect, nor have you broken your oath."

The woman in green in his arms remained silent, her head bowed, saying nothing.

Unable to agree, yet too afraid to refuse again, all that remained was a feeling of embarrassment and panic.

However, people tend to want what they can't have.

Even cultivators are not immune to worldly desires. Seeing Zhuo Ruting's appearance, Jiang Yu felt an even stronger urge in his heart.

However, the other party is so thin-skinned, adheres strictly to the rules, and has a gentle temperament.

Alas, he was ultimately too thoroughly trained by Zhou Yuan.

Jiang Yu thought to himself, "Never mind, I'll let this woman go for now."

He was just retaliating against Zhou Yuan, and it wasn't appropriate for him to pressure her any further at this point.

He casually released his grip on Zhuo Ruting, letting her retreat to the side.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuanmei breathed a sigh of relief.

After Zhuo Ruting bowed and retreated outside the hall, she calmed herself down a little, thinking that Jiang Yu should have calmed down by now.

She immediately parted her red lips slightly, and a secret voice transmission went straight into Jiang Yu's ears: "Elder Jiang, this time it was my fault, I hope you will not hold it against me."

Jiang Yu's dissatisfaction dissipated considerably, his expression remaining calm as he replied indifferently via telepathy: "That's for the best. Any cunning scheme will eventually be exposed. Sect Leader Zhou, please don't do such a foolish thing again next time."

It's unclear whether Zhou Yuan is in this state because her husband has died or because she has lost her mind.

They tried to use their cleverness to sow discord and control the overall situation, but they did not understand that in the face of absolute power and strength, such control was futile.

Zhou Yuan's smile was slightly awkward as she softly replied, "Yes, I will remember."

The atmosphere inside the hall returned to calm, and apart from the sounds of Fu and Zhao enjoying themselves, all was peaceful.

After all the goods and cultivation supplies inside the gate had been inventoried, moved, and placed—

The four Core Formation stage cultivators, each fully equipped, led a large group of Miaoyin Sect disciples and set off for the sea.

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The vast ocean stretches as far as the eye can see, with no end in sight.

The flying boat of the Myriad Sounds Sect traveled on the wind for seven days, finally arriving at a strange sea shrouded in endless fog.

The place was deathly still, and the sea breeze seemed stagnant.

What's worse, the spiritual energy in the world is exceptionally thin and gloomy, with an inexplicable sense of oppression and danger permeating everywhere.

Four Core Formation cultivators sat on the deck of the flying boat.

Zhou Yuan gazed at the swirling, gray-white mist ahead, her expression solemn, and slowly spoke.

"The three elders should be careful. This is the Sky-Reaching Mist Sea. The Hidden Fiend Sect's trading location should not be far from here."

"Hehe, it's just a fog. With the four of us Core Formation cultivators here, Sect Master is overthinking things." Zhao Zheng stroked his long beard and chuckled dismissively.

Elder Fu, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement: "Fellow Daoist Zhao is absolutely right. With four Core Formation cultivators, this mere dangerous place is nothing to fear."

Both of them looked completely unconcerned, and Jiang Yu glanced at them indifferently.

The two had been distant and lukewarm towards each other for the past few days, so their current deliberate attempt to be friendly seemed particularly unusual.

It's unclear whether Zhou Yuan, the sect leader, has noticed anything amiss.

Jiang Yu stood to one side, silent.

He quietly spread out his divine sense, which was almost at the late stage of Core Formation, and carefully probed into the sea of ​​mist ahead.

The divine thought had only spread for a dozen meters when it began to become murky and blurry. When it was several dozen meters away, it was forcibly swallowed up by the thick fog.

Vanished without a trace, and can no longer be advanced even an inch.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly.

Even with his divine sense strength far exceeding that of his peers, he could only probe such a narrow area. Zhou Yuan, being in the early stage of Core Formation, would only have a weaker and more limited divine sense.

Thoughts raced through my mind, and an answer quickly emerged.

This place is a natural ambush spot; once a cultivator is attacked, they won't even have time to react.

The ambush and interception targeting Zhou Yuan and the Miaoyin Sect must have been set up within this treacherous and unpredictable Tongtian Fog Sea.

Jiang Yu spoke calmly, "To avoid any unforeseen complications, Sect Master, let's deliver the goods quickly."

He subtly concealed his aura, secretly accumulating spiritual power, and quietly raised his guard to the maximum.

"Oh right, hurry up and deliver the goods."

Fu and Zhao also hurriedly urged him on.

The group was in agreement, and Zhou Yuan largely agreed with this.

The spaceship continued its journey through the foggy sea.

Having ventured deeper into the fog for less than half an hour, the group sensed something amiss ahead. Just as they were about to take precautions, they heard—

"The flying boat ahead belongs to the Miaoyin Sect. We have been waiting here for a long time."

The person who came had a slightly hoarse voice.

On the airship, Zhou Yuan's expression relaxed slightly upon hearing this. With a swift movement, she appeared in front of the airship, standing in mid-air, and asked:

"Is the visitor Master Sun of the Hidden Fiend Sect?"